He's obviously the villain, but the heroine is all for him?

The realm is absolutely extraordinary!

But the other party has an ability that is ignored by others, as if he has forcibly distorted the outside world's attention on him, making everyone underestimate him, even Dai Qing who has already reached the great perfection of the Venerable Realm!

As the ancestor called out, the old man who was sweeping the floor sighed softly.

"Four thousand years have passed in a flash."

"The sword I just shed a few days ago, is it going to be unsheathed today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a breeze blew over, blowing away the leaves beside him and cutting each leaf into pieces of the same size!

His gray hair instantly turned black again, and his old and decayed face quickly became fuller. He transformed from an old and dying man into a radiant young man!

His eyes turned from cloudy to sharp, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"Old... ancestor?"

The old monk looked at the young man wearing patched clothes and was a little hesitant for a moment.

"I remember you. Your name is Xiaomao, right? When you first entered the inner gate, you got a Xuanhuo sword." The young man smiled slightly, and his sight seemed to span a thousand years, and he saw the high-spirited young man of the past.

The old monk's eyes were also a little moist. If it weren't for the guidance given by the Sword Keeper at that time, he would never have achieved his current achievements.

"Ancestor, there's a great emperor outside looking for you. I...we are no match for him!"

"I know he's coming for me."

"Could it be that the ancestor had some grudge against him?"

Wan Tianrui shook his head hesitantly. "Ever since I started practicing, I have stayed in this sword tomb and never set foot outside. How could I have become an enemy of this person?"

He took a step forward and disappeared into thin air.

Shrink to an inch!

Old cultivator Mao was extremely excited. This was the symbol of a half-step emperor, and Wan Tianrui had already mastered this skill to perfection. He might even have become an emperor!

Xianjian Mountain is saved!

In the outside world, many cultivators from Xianjian Mountain looked at Wan Tianrui who suddenly appeared beside them, and they were so shocked that their eyes almost popped out.

When? No, who is the young man in front of me?

"Fellow Daoist, I am Wan Tianrui."

"Ling Yun."

The two of them greeted each other briefly, and Wan Tianrui sensed a strong desire to fight from Ling Yun.

He didn't know how the other party knew his name. If it weren't for Ling Yun's words just now, he would almost forget his name.

Moreover, how did Ling Yun know that he had just ascended to the throne?

His breakthrough was so silent that even he himself almost didn't notice it. Everything happened so naturally and smoothly.

"There will be a war between us."

Wan Tianrui raised his head, and Gu Bo's expression was calm and expressionless, "Everything in the world is so mysterious. Although I don't know you, I also know that between the two of us, only one can survive after today."

"Ancestor..."

Dai Qing choked up a little. As soon as Wan Tianrui opened his mouth, he felt like crying.

"But I hope that what happens between us won't involve these juniors."

"Okay, you're my only target anyway."

"How's it over there?" Wan Tianrui looked towards the vast mountains stretching for thousands of miles. "There are few people there. Let's not cause unnecessary killing."

"can."

The man nodded slightly, and Wan Tianrui also smiled rarely.

At least, Ling Yun is not that kind of vicious and evil devil.

The two flew into the depths of the mountains. Dai Qing looked at the old monk Mao who had rushed over, sighed helplessly, and said to Zhang Xuan.

"Little Taoist friend, why don't you take a rest first?"

Zhang Xuan's face was filled with embarrassment. Ling Yun had left him here, and he was no match for the cultivators from Xianjian Mountain. He could only "voluntarily" enter the mountain in shame.

Chapter 326: Swordsmanship that Overdraws Life

In the mountains, the two men looked at each other from a distance, and neither of them took the first step.

"I entered Xianjian Mountain at the age of ten. By chance, I stumbled into the depths of a sword tomb. Inspired by it, I found Senior Sword Demon's sword, and so I stayed."

"At the age of ninety-five, I was finally able to break free from the limitations of the Body Tempering Realm. After tempering my Qi and blood, I absorbed the spiritual energy into my meridians and broke through to the Vein Condensation Realm."

"At the age of one hundred and ninety-four, all the meridians in the body were warmed and nourished, and a vortex of Qi Sea was formed in the Dantian."

"By the time I condensed the Qi Sea vortex to its limit and awakened my innate martial spirit, I was already two hundred and ninety-eight years old..."

Wan Tianrui seemed to be talking to himself, and Ling Yun's brows gradually furrowed.

This "protagonist" can be regarded as an extremely inspirational existence. Every time he breaks through a great realm, it is when his life span is almost over, and he will die of old age at night.

"...I polished my sword daily, living alone in the Sword Tomb. By condensing the sword's essence, I nurtured an ordinary iron sword into a ninth-grade being." A rather ordinary-looking longsword appeared in Wan Tianrui's hand, even the scabbard was made of wood and leather. "When I stepped into the threshold of the Venerable Realm, I forgot all about cultivation and the passage of time. When the sword was completed, I suddenly realized that I had become a Great Emperor."

"The Sword Demon Senior left a will in his sword. Those who inherit his legacy must never bully the weak. The sword must not be unsheathed until it is complete!"

He stroked the hilt of the sword with his hand, and when he looked down at the sword, the doting and care in his eyes seemed as if he was looking at his lover.

When he raised his head, his face was full of fierceness again.

"Xianjian Mountain is not only Senior Sword Demon's sect, but also my home. I didn't want to take action, but you've gone too far, allowing the younger generation to insult the sect. Today, I will clear the snow in front of your gate for you, Senior, and restore the peace and prosperity of Xianjian Mountain!"

This is the protagonist of the sword-cultivating school. He has been hiding in one place for thousands of years. He reaches the peak as soon as he appears, and opens the gate of heaven with one sword!

Ling Yun was full of fighting spirit. Along with bursts of thunder, a strangely shaped long sword appeared in his hand.

"You're also a sword cultivator, right?" Wan Tianrui's eyes were filled with confusion. "As a sword cultivator, the sword is not only your most loyal companion, but also your only tool for achieving enlightenment. How dare you use other weapons?"

"Sorry, I'm a fickle person. I even have several kinds of weapons." Ling Yun used the opening move of the Tiangang fighting method.

Wan Tianrui's face remained calm upon hearing this. He held the sword in his left hand and placed his right hand on the hilt. He looked like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed, and the air around him was filled with sword intent.

To be fair, Wan Tianrui is the strongest and purest swordsman Ling Yun has ever seen. In this respect, even Qin Mo and Tai Shuying are far inferior to him.

Wan Tianrui can give up everything and live a boring and repetitive life with only a sword for thousands of years. Ling Yun admires his perseverance.

but……

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. The stronger the opponent's swordsmanship, the more he liked it.

Then let the three-pointed, double-edged sword test the opponent's weight first.

"Attention."

A flash of lightning flashed, and Ling Yun's figure instantly appeared in front of the other party, chopping towards Wan Tianrui's head.

Wan Tianrui did not draw his sword, but used the scabbard to block his attack.

As expected, Wan Tianrui's body was smashed into the mountains, destroying countless peaks in succession and scaring away countless monsters.

Ling Yun did not give the other party a chance to breathe, and immediately chased after him, gathering the lightning onto the blade and stabbing it towards Wan Tianrui below.

Wan Tianrui was half-kneeling on the ground, his clothes were torn and blood was oozing from the corner of his lips. When he saw Ling Yun's blow that was enough to take his life, he smiled.

"Today, I will tell you what a true swordsman is!"

"Jianyi!"

With a loud shout, a colorful light quickly illuminated the entire mountain.

In that brilliant light, Ling Yun felt a touch from the depths of his soul.

When the light faded, his figure also appeared in Wan Tianrui's eyes.

He was in a horse stance, holding a long sword in both hands. The lightning on the sword gradually dissipated, and his long hair fluttered in the wind, looking extremely handsome.

"Not bad." Ling Yun stood up straight, holding the three-pointed double-edged sword, his eyes flashing with joy, "Very good, I recognize you."

"I, Lingyun, would like to call you the strongest in the Tianjiu Realm!"

This kind of praise did not bring any joy to Wan Tianrui's ears.

The Sword Demon's sword hides the other party's inheritance. It took him nearly a hundred years to successfully obtain this precious legacy and begin to incubate the sword.

The inheritance contains the Sword Demon's countless battle memories, and the power of his sword has grown from weak to strong, to the point where he can kill the emperor in one second.

He didn't dare to say that his swordsmanship was now as powerful as the Sword Demon's sword back then, but it wouldn't be much different.

Even so, it has not caused even a trace of harm to Ling Yun.

Fortunately, the more he drew his sword, the stronger its power would become. He had thought he was invincible after leaving the mountain, but he hadn't expected a qualified opponent to actually show up. He was so excited that he trembled a little.

Ling Yun was still immersed in the grace of the opponent's sword and praised him for a long time.

The stronger the opponent's swordsmanship is, the stronger his swordsmanship will be in the future, not to mention that Wan Tianrui's swordsmanship is similar to his "Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique" to a certain extent.

"How much of the Sword Demon's swordsmanship have you learned?"

Wan Tianrui never boasts, nor does he modest himself. He sheathed his sword, ready to draw his second strike at any moment: "I can't say how much, but 90% is enough."

"very good."

Golden air waves began to emanate from Ling Yun's body.

"With your abilities, you can definitely swing more than just one sword, right? Come, let me see your limits!"

"I can't ask for it."

Wan Tianrui squatted slightly, put his right hand on the sword, took a deep breath, and drew his sword again towards Lingyun who was not far away!

This time, Ling Yun directly shattered the opponent's sword energy and appeared behind him.

Wan Tianrui's pupils shrank. He guessed that Ling Yun was very strong, but he didn't expect that the strength he unleashed at this moment was so much stronger than just now!

He had just retracted his sword and had no time to turn around when a huge force hit his waist and sent him flying.

"Cough cough..."

Wan Tianrui climbed up from the ruins and looked up. He had just crashed into several mountains and was in severe pain in his lower back.

Ling Yun had just withdrawn his hand and did not hurt him with the blade, but instead hit him on the lower back with the handle of the knife.

He staggered to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and faced the strong wind that was coming straight at him, swinging his third sword without fear!

boom!

The sword energy was not directly broken by Ling Yun like just now, but it slightly blocked his attack.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you swing a few more swords."

Ling Yun held the knife in one hand and slowly walked towards Wan Tianrui.

His steps were steady and slow, but in Wan Tianrui's eyes, he was constantly compressing his space, as if he wanted to suppress him to death.

Wan Tianrui's breathing had begun to become a little uncomfortable. He did not need air to maintain his life, but his sword skills and mental skills required breathing as an aid to harmonize the spiritual energy throughout his body.

Indeed, as Ling Yun said, he could no longer swing a few swords, at most, he could only swing two.

After two sword strikes, either he would die or Ling Yun would die, there was no third possibility.

As a sword cultivator, he could die in ten thousand ways, but he must not be stabbed in the back. That was his bottom line.

He tried his best to regulate his breathing and gripped the hilt of the sword with his already trembling hands.

"Sword Four!"

As he drew his sword more and more times, the light emitted by the sword energy gradually deepened from seven colors to the current light red.

Ling Yun faintly smelled the smell of blood in the air, and the source of that smell was Wan Tianrui.

Overdraw your life?

What a weird sword technique!

Although Ling Yun's expression was still relaxed, there was no contempt in his heart, and the original golden cloud pattern turned into real vertical pupils.

Golden light shot out from between his eyebrows, and the Law of Disintegration and the Law of Sharpness collided with each other. The ground beneath the two men's feet seemed to have turned into water surface, and mud and gravel were constantly stirred up by the aftermath. The mountains for thousands of miles showed a trend of overall subsidence and collapse.

The sword light dissipated, and Ling Yun also retracted the disintegration ray.

Wan Tianrui's right hand was covered in bright red blood, and his entire arm was almost unable to move.