Comprehensive Martial Arts: Starting the Game in Snow Moon City

Lin Heng felt as if he was in a desolate place.

Looking around, there is endless emptiness and overgrown weeds. The once glorious old capital has long been in ruins.

The country is destroyed, but the mountains and rivers remain, not a single tile remains.

The Jiuge Sword had already left an afterimage after being swung by Luo Qingyang.

A powerful sword energy surged over from all directions, carrying with it an endless sense of sadness.

"My soul is returning home. The sound of the Shuli River is heard by everyone. I take it easy and follow the right path. Although I am in a state of confusion, I will not feel sad."

Luo Qingyang recited the sword techniques while his pace became faster and faster.

A powerful sword force formed around him, and it seemed as if he and Lin Heng were the only two left in this desolate land.

The two of them were at opposite ends.

The sword wind blew past and immediately rushed out a hundred meters away. Everything around Qianjintai was destroyed in an instant.

And the Red King Xiao Yu was still on the attic of Qianjintai, watching the fight below.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel proud.

"Father has been out of the city for many years, and now the sword is finished."

"I wonder what kind of sorrow in the world can be compared to the national mourning? The power of this sword has the power to destroy the heavens and the earth!"

Marquis Lan Yue and Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan were also in the attic on the other side. They sat aside and watched the situation.

Lan Yuehou grasped his sleeves nervously.

"Mr. Xie, who do you think will win between the two of them?"

Xie Xuan just shook his head slowly.

"It's hard to say. Their achievements in swordsmanship are beyond the reach of many people."

"Although Luo Qingyang's sword is very powerful, I have seen the sword of Xiaoyao Sword Immortal. The power of that sword is so great that it shakes the heavens and the earth. It can be called peerless."

Xie Xuan paused here and said hesitantly.

"But if Luo Qingyang is only at this level, he probably won't be able to win."

Marquis Lan Yue's heart was filled with great waves.

"The sword of national mourning has already made people feel sad, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the country destroyed and families ruined. This endless sorrow is difficult to overcome."

"If the Lone Sword Immortal can achieve this sword intent, his strength will surely increase greatly..."

And Lin Heng also moved at this time.

As soon as he thought about it, the Mountain and River Sword in his hand was immediately unsheathed.

The sword was suspended in mid-air, making a sharp and high-pitched sword sound.

Just the sound of the sword broke the desolate feeling by a third.

Luo Qingyang took the opportunity to swing his sword.

The long-accumulated sword force gushed out in an instant, slamming down along the tip of the sword.

At that moment, it seemed as if a huge rock was hanging from the sky thousands of meters high, bringing endless oppression and a feeling of suffocation.

Luo Qingyang swung his sword down with endless pleasure in his eyes.

This is the national spirit he has cultivated over the years in Muliang City.

"What kind of sorrow can compare to the national mourning?"

Lin Heng turned his sword-holding hand around, and saw that the tip of his sword was also surrounded by a strong chill.

At that moment, the two of them seemed to be in the vast snow-capped mountains again.

The cold wind was biting, and the bone-chilling chill made people shiver uncontrollably.

After that, Lin Heng stopped, and the four seasons changed, but the mountains and rivers remained the same.

"Since you ask what kind of sorrow can compare to the loss of a country? Then do you know that the mountains and rivers grieve together?"

After Lin Heng finished speaking, the sword energy around him suddenly became stronger.

His sword intent immediately became desolate and awe-inspiring, carrying with it endless loneliness and solitude from ancient times.

In the vast universe, there is only one man and one sword.

The wind blows, the rain falls, the stars move, and the years pass.

Spanning the four seas and eight wildernesses throughout the ages, the scenery of the four seasons changes in a cycle.

The rise and fall of nations and the life and death of people are unpredictable.

Hundreds of rivers still flow eastward and merge into the vast ocean.

The mountains remain solid and standing as strong as ever.

Everything in the world has its own cycle of rise and fall. Over tens of thousands of years, things have changed, but the mountains and rivers remain the same, immortal.

The sword caused waves, and the sudden and shocking sword between heaven and earth made everything brand new.

Everything around me began to come alive.

Everything in the world has a beginning and an end, birth and death, and it has been cyclical since ancient times to achieve balance.

"I have a sword called Guarding Mountains and Rivers."

"The mountains and rivers remain the same, the four pillars of heaven bear the power of heaven and earth, and the ambition to protect the world is to wield a sword for the people of the world, to protect the mountains and rivers, to protect the world, and to protect the people!"

Lin Heng's sword swept forward and immediately collided with Luo Qingyang's sword.

With Luo Qingyang and Lin Heng as the center, layers of sword waves impacted over a large area.

The powerful aura in the sword pushed away the surroundings.

The impact directly created sparks, and sword energy spread out, continuously expanding, impacting in circles, reducing everything to ashes wherever it passed.

Xie Xuan and others hurriedly used their skills to protect themselves.

They also didn't expect that the duel between the two great sword masters would be so earth-shattering.

Endless light also emanated from the sky above Apocalypse City.

The sky, which was clear just now, is now covered with dark clouds.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, two powerful sword energies continued to clash.

Luo Qingyang couldn't help but grit his teeth. He felt that it was very difficult to use the sword now.

Compared with this sword that protects the mountains and rivers, his national martyrdom has already been lost in terms of artistic conception.

Now he was just thinking about trying his internal strength, but he didn't expect that the man in front of him, although so young, had such profound internal strength and could fight with him for so long.

Lin Heng on the opposite side became more and more courageous as the fight went on, with a hint of excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Just because the voice of the system sounded in his mind again.

"The host challenges the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang's National Sword, with an attack power of 80%, and a total of 3000 challenge points are obtained. Please keep up the good work, host."

After listening to the system's words, Lin Heng felt full of endless energy.

He swung his sword fiercely at Luo Qingyang.

Luo Qingyang put away his sword in time, but he felt a surge of blood in his chest.

His hand holding the sword kept shaking. The light on the Jiuge Sword had not yet faded, but Luo Qingyang felt a deep sense of frustration.

"How could this be? You... you are still a child, how can you understand the sorrow of the mountains and rivers, and how can you feel so reckless as to talk about the mountains and rivers?"

Luo Qingyang looked at his hands in disbelief.

I have wasted so many years in the city. Now that I am out, I can't even beat a kid in his early twenties?

Seeing Luo Qingyang constantly doubting his life.

Lin Heng felt a little unhappy.

Wouldn't this prevent me from earning points?

Why does it seem that in Luo Qingyang's cognition, losing to himself is such a shameful thing?

"The tragedy of the country certainly makes people feel sad, but the dead are gone and the living are like this."

"The country is in sorrow, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the people are living in misery, thousands of miles of barren land, and the smoke of war."

"But all wars will eventually end, the dead will return home, and the mountains and rivers will remain the same..."

"The world is eternal and unchanging. The way is ruthless, but people are affectionate..."

Luo Qingyang raised his head suddenly, his brain exploded with a "boom", and he immediately fell into ecstasy.

"What a saying goes, the dead are gone, the living are like this. It turns out that I have been unable to walk out of the deserted city in my heart all these years!"

Luo Qingyang immediately threw away his sleeves, and a strong golden light emanated from his eyes.

"In that case, please try my next sword, Li Hun!"