Travel through the heavens

On the snowy plain, the wind suddenly stopped.

Xuanyuan Dapan's expression suddenly changed, and the celestial energy was fully opened, like a volcano erupting, his muscles were like a coiled dragon, his white hair was standing on end, and the bluestone under his feet was cracked inch by inch.

He clenched his fists and condensed two balls of red energy out of thin air. Nine blood-red suns appeared behind him, each of which contained the violent power of burning mountains and boiling seas.

This is his "Great Sun Collapse of the Sky" created after ten years of seclusion. He used his cultivation at the peak of the Celestial Realm and melted the mysteries of the three religions. His punch was like the collapse of the sky.

"Arrogant boy, even if you are a land immortal, I will use my fists to break your immortal bones today!"

Before he finished his words, Xuanyuan Dapan suddenly jumped up and punched out.

Nine blazing suns transformed into nine streams of light and merged into the fist. The wind from the fist was wrapped in dazzling blood light, like boiling lava. Wherever it passed, the air was burned and hissed, and the space was distorted.

This punch had faintly touched the threshold of becoming a god on earth, and dark clouds began to roll in the sky, as if the heavens were also watching with awe.

Faced with this punch that was powerful enough to burn a warrior in the Celestial Realm, Fang Muye smiled.

"How can a true earthly immortal be so incompetent? Although you have integrated the three religions, you have not realized their essence, and your appearance is just empty. Your so-called proof of the truth through strength is nothing more than a frog in a well observing the sky. Let me tell you what pure strength is."

Fang Muye spoke softly, casually raising his right hand, with his five fingers stretched out as if picking stars and embracing the moon.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he clenched his fingers into fists and gently handed them out.

There are no fancy moves, no whistling winds, no strange phenomena in heaven and earth, just the purest straight punch.

But the dark clouds rolling in the sky had quietly dissipated at some point.

Li Chungang seemed to sense something, his eyes widened, and he sighed: "Wen brat is no longer some kind of earthly immortal, he is clearly an ancient beast that wants to destroy the entire martial arts world."

But wherever Fang Muye's fist passed, the space collapsed layer by layer, and Xuanyuan Dapan's bloody fist was like crashing into a deep sea whirlpool. The violent fist power was peeled off layer by layer, and finally turned into fireflies and dissipated.

Xuanyuan Dapan's pupils suddenly shrank, his hair stood on end, and he instinctively wanted to dodge, but suddenly he felt the energy in his body stagnate, as if he was being pressed down by a mighty mountain, and he couldn't even move his fingertips.

As Xuanyuan Dapan looked panicked, the two fists crossed space and time and collided with each other.

But what was strange was that when the two fists collided, no sound was heard, and no movement was caused.

It was as if Fang Muye and Xuanyuan Dapan just came in front of each other and then lightly bumped fists.

Xu Fengnian's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "That's it?"

He turned his head to look at Li Chungang, wanting to hear what the old sword god would say, but for some reason the old man in sheepskin coat ignored him. Instead, he just stared blankly at the Demon-Slaying Platform on Mount Longhu, leaving behind only his not-so-tall back.

Xu Fengnian had no choice but to turn around and continue looking at Fang Muye and Xuanyuan Dapan to see what would happen next.

But Fang Muye put away his fist and turned around, walking towards this side, leaving only Xuanyuan Dapan standing still.

At this time, Xuanyuan Dapan was no longer as arrogant as before, and his eyes were even dull.

"How could it be? How could it be possible?"

Xuanyuan Dapan was in a daze, muttering to himself, his white hair turning gray and falling off at a speed visible to the naked eye, wrinkles quickly spread across his face, and in the blink of an eye he turned from a burly old man into a dying skeleton.

Suddenly a mountain wind blew, and the Xuanyuan Pan turned into ashes and scattered away with the wind.

Seeing this scene, everyone present was extremely surprised, except Li Chungang who was distracted, even Xuanyuan Jingcheng and others who were mentally prepared.

After dominating the martial arts world for decades, Patriarch Xuanyuan, who was at the peak of the Celestial Realm, was turned into ashes by a single punch!

Especially Xuanyuan Jingyi, who had something to hide, was so frightened that his heart was broken, his lips were trembling, and his face was extremely pale.

How could things develop to this point!

He didn't dare to make any noise at this moment, and even didn't dare to look at Fang Muye who was walking in this direction, for fear that his energy would be drawn away and bring disaster upon him.

Xu Fengnian looked at Fang Muye and was about to speak, but unexpectedly Fang Muye made a gesture to keep quiet.

Fang Muye had already noticed something strange about Li Chungang. He looked over and saw that he was looking towards the direction of Longhu Mountain, his eyes filled with sadness and nostalgia.

The demon-slaying platform!

The last time I went there was twenty years ago.

Li Chungang did many absurd things when he was young. He entered the Vajra realm at the age of sixteen, entered the Zhixuan realm at the age of nineteen, and reached the Tianxiang realm at the age of twenty-four. He was hailed as a sword immortal talent that appears once in five hundred years. When he first entered the world of martial arts, he crossed the river on the Guangling tide under the gaze of tens of millions of tide watchers.

Among the crowd, there was a little girl who had not yet learned martial arts and fell in love with him at first sight.

That year, the youngest and most dazzling kendo genius Li Chungang was at his most ambitious and vigorous, and that infatuated girl was at her most innocent and naive.

They passed each other, he only wanted the path of immortal sword and didn't care about it, but she foolishly cared about it all her life.

At the age of 24, Li Chungang went to Dongyue Sword Pool to challenge Wu Wei of Plum Blossom Sword Sect. He humiliated the senior so much that he forced him to commit suicide. At the age of 36, he claimed to be invincible in the world and claimed that all the four great masters except him were just seeking fame. Even if Wang Xiu, Fengdu Green Robe and Fu Jiang Hongjia joined forces, they could be defeated with just one sword of his.

Later, Li Chungang did not lose to them, but lost to his junior Wang Xianzhi because he valued talent, and his sword, wooden horse and ox were broken.

The little girl back then has become Green Robe, one of the four great masters. She left Fengdu to find him. That silly woman was afraid that his confidence would be damaged by the Trojan Horse and the Ox, so she deliberately let him pierce the chest with a sword.

When she was pierced through the chest by a sword, she smiled palely and said, "It would be very boring if you, Li Chungang, were not born."

Li Chungang boasted that he could defeat all enemies in the world with one sword and seduced all women in the world with one finger. It was not until this moment that he knew what heartache meant.

The so-called heartache means that you hurt others, but you are the one who gets hurt.

In order to save her, Li Chungang went to Longhu Mountain to ask Qi Xuanzhen for the life-extending elixir. However, she died before she reached the Demon-Slaying Platform. On her deathbed, she said that she did not want to live and wanted to die in his arms. If she lived, they would be strangers again, and she did not want that.

Li Chungang regretted it very much. Even at that time, he still didn't have the courage to say it out loud. Without her, what would it matter if he used one sword, two swords, a hundred swords, or a million swords?

She died, but Li Chungang still climbed up to the top of the lotus, got off the demon-slaying platform, and forced Qi Xuanzhen to fight with him with swords, as if the death of a person was no big deal.

At that time, they only talked about the principles of martial arts and swordsmanship, and no action was taken. However, his sword heart was already in chaos, and he was defeated completely. Even his cultivation, which had one foot in the celestial realm and the other in the terrestrial fairyland, plummeted. After going down the mountain, he met the sword-eating ancestor Sui Xiegu, and fought with him and exchanged arms. His realm fell into the Zhixuan realm.

People in the world don’t know that for this sword god, it was not a big deal that the wooden horse and ox were broken, and it was not a big deal that he was misled by Qi Xuanzhen and was left with only one arm. These were not the reasons for Li Chungang’s drastic drop in realm. Even though he was trapped under the Tingchao Pavilion for twenty years, Li Chungang never walked out of the prison he drew on the ground.

I am already invincible against the world, but what about myself?

Because he promised Xu Xiao to protect Xu Fengnian during his travels, he finally walked out of Tingchao Pavilion and saw Jiang Yatou and her relationship with Xu Fengnian.

Li Chungang likes Jiang Yatou and wants to take her as his apprentice. It's not only because he is impressed by Jiang Yatou's talent, but also because Jiang Yatou looks very much like the girl who liked to wear green clothes back then, and also because he feels sorry for her.

All the honors and disgraces, ups and downs along the way have become a thing of the past.

But that smiling face is still so timeless.

Li Chungang recalled her dying face. She couldn't say a word at that time, but when she thought about it today, wasn't it the word "no regrets"? !

"If I, Li Chungang, had not been born, the sword art would have been dark forever. Little green-robed girl, look at this sword of Li Chungang. His eyebrows are raised and his words are like thunder. There is a fat and evil dragon in the Swallow River. He draws his sword and strikes in the air. Leave at the first watch and I will be back at the second watch!"

Li Chungang walked to the edge of the Daxueping cliff, stretched out his one arm, and shouted loudly: "Sword!"

Hundreds of swords from all the swordsmen in Huishan were unsheathed and flew towards the Daxueping.

More than a thousand peach wood swords of various types from the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain were unsheathed and flew towards Guniu Dagang in a mighty force.

Two groups of flying swords covered the sky and the sun.

On this day, Sword God Li Chungang once again entered the realm of land sword immortal.