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In the distance, half of Cuiwei Peak was cleaved off by the aftershocks, revealing the intricate sword veins crisscrossing between its crimson rock layers.
Like a pulsating blood vessel deep within the earth.
Wei Changxuan was shaken so badly that his blood and qi surged, but then he saw in the center of the battlefield—Yu Shengmo's Tai'a sword was wrapped in a sword intent as if a galaxy were hanging upside down.
They fiercely clashed with the thousands of illusory swords swirling around Li Changsheng.
Each collision unleashes ripples of Yin and Yang energies, like black and white ink splashed across the world, creating a wild, cursive sword-like effect.
"What a magnificent 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin' technique!" Yu Shengmo raised an eyebrow, his sword aura suddenly changing.
The originally fierce and unparalleled Opening Heaven style suddenly transformed into a gentle and yielding one.
The sword tip, like a serpent spitting its tongue, drew a nine-curved arc in the void, aiming straight for Li Changsheng's throat.
But Li Changsheng neither dodged nor evaded; his longsword trembled slightly as it pointed to the sky, and thousands of sword phantoms instantly condensed into an ancient bronze sword formation.
The sound of swords clashing was like ten thousand ants gnawing at wood, trapping the Tai'a sword's offensive within the formation, making it impossible for it to advance an inch.
"The Southern Sword Technique truly lives up to its reputation," Yu Shengmo said, flipping his wrist.
The sword intent erupted like a volcanic eruption, "How dare you, with mere mortal sword intent, block the might of this sword immortal's Heavenly Dao?"
In the sky, countless fragments of sword intent coalesced into a giant sword that blotted out the sun.
The sword was a hundred feet long, and its blade was engraved with the trajectories of the stars.
Each rune exudes the majesty of the laws of heaven.
Li Changsheng raised his sword and looked down, only to see that the wind pressure generated by the giant sword as it fell had already crushed the ground into dust.
He took a deep breath and formed the Zhou Tian Sword Seal with both hands.
Suddenly, a towering bronze sword phantom, thousands of feet tall, appeared behind him—it was the true essence of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Manual, long lost in the Southern Frontier.
The sword hilt is wrapped with chains of the underworld, and the spine of the sword is engraved with the cycle of birth and death.
"Rain-born Demon, do you know why the Chun Gong grants longevity, and why my sword intent is so sharp!"
Li Changsheng's voice, mingled with the clang of swords, was three degrees lower than usual: "Because I have made my body the sword's embryo and my heart the sword's spirit!"
The ancient sword's phantom blade slashed out with a deafening roar, colliding with the giant sword in the sky at the very moment...
A sword cry, like the roar of a dragon, echoed between heaven and earth.
(Zhao Lihao) Wei Changxuan saw that Li Changsheng's forehead veins were bulging, but he still gritted his teeth and maintained his sword stance - this is the highest realm of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Manual, the unity of man and sword, turning the mortal body into a sword, and using the sword intent to resist fate.
Yu Shengmo suddenly sneered, his fingertips forming a sword incantation: "Shatter!"
The Heavenly Dao runes on the giant sword suddenly lit up, bursting out with a light more dazzling than the blazing sun.
Li Changsheng groaned, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the phantom of the ancient sword, with cyan sword intent dripping down like blood.
Chapter 363 The Great Battle Begins!
At that moment, as Wei Changxuan looked up, he happened to see Li Changsheng standing with his hands behind his back on the Star Gazing Platform, about three zhang away.
The wide, moon-white sleeves of her dress billowed in the night breeze, rising in a graceful arc like a phoenix spreading its wings.
His usually gentle and warm eyes now held the biting chill of the Kunlun Mountains' snow-capped peaks, as if they could freeze the night itself.
"slow."
The moment the word was written, Li Changsheng's slender fingertips gently traced the cloud patterns on the sword hilt.
He suddenly chuckled softly, and with a flick of his knuckles, the blue sword pattern lingering between his brows—the pattern's shape resembled the gnarled branches of an ancient tree—was revealed.
Its end was connected to the roots of the illusory bronze sword floating in the sky, and it was now slowly climbing up the collarbone.
Beneath the pale skin, a spiderweb of bronze rust veins unfolded, resembling a mysterious and eerie painting.
Those around him, seeing this, suddenly felt their pupils contract. As the first wisp of sword intent passed over Li Changsheng's throat...
Those amber eyes suddenly turned as cold and clear as an icy pool, and her dark hair moved without wind.
Each blade stood upright like a drawn sword, exuding a fierce aura.
In an instant, a muffled thunderous tremor came from the ground beneath Tianqi Academy, which then transformed into a sword cry like a dragon's roar—the "Azure Nether Sword," which had been buried in the Yellow Springs with the first generation of Sword Master a thousand years ago, broke through the earth.
The characters on the bronze scabbard were still dripping with sticky black mud.
But the moment it saw its master, it emitted a clear, trembling sound, as if telling of a thousand years of waiting.
The eerie blue sword light seeping from the gaps in the scabbard seemed to cleave the surrounding night in two; its brilliance was so dazzling that no one dared to look directly at it.
"Use your body as the sword's embryo, and forge its bones with your blood."
Li Changsheng's voice, mingled with the tremors of ten thousand swords resonating together, caused a sword wave ten feet high to suddenly rise from the surface of Mirror Lake in the distance.
It was as if the whole world trembled under the power of this sword.
As the longsword was fully drawn, moonlight fell upon the two characters "Eternal Life" on its spine.
The reflection of countless sword mounds appeared—above the hundred thousand lonely graves in the southern border, white mist surged like sword mist.
Each skeleton had a broken sword lying at its waist, and each broken sword was etched with undried bloodstains.
Gleaming a dark red glow under the moonlight, it tells tales of past carnage and vicissitudes.
Yu Shengmo's Tai'a sword suddenly let out a mournful cry.
The swordsman was horrified to discover that the sword intent buried in the yellow earth...
It was even closer to the pinnacle of swordsmanship than the demonic sword he had forged with his own soul for a hundred years—the crimson demonic runes on the Tai'a Sword were shrinking wildly.
Like demons exposed to the light, they appeared so small and fragile in the face of this overwhelming sword intent.
Li Changsheng raised his hand and waved it lightly, and seventy-two sword shadows flew out from his sleeve, each sword shadow wrapped in a pale golden remnant soul.
The spirits had different faces, but they were all dressed in the coarse hemp sword-wielding clothing unique to the southern border.
The wooden plaques engraved with sword marks tied around their waists seemed to tell the story of their identities and missions in life.
Behind him, countless ancient swords formed the Big Dipper constellation, their hilts adorned with red ribbons that intertwined to create crimson clouds.
Blood congealed on the blade, transforming into a shower of petals that fell upon the scorched earth.
The sword-like grasses, each about an inch tall, bloomed, adding a touch of eerie beauty to the desolate battlefield.
"In that case, let's fight!"
He gazed at the blood-red sky.
His eyes burned with the fire of a hundred thousand swords, his gaze filled with boundless fighting spirit and determination.
Before he could finish speaking, the bronze sword armor around his body suddenly emitted a spiderweb-like crackling sound.
Golden sword blood seeped from every crack—the price of nourishing the ancient sword with his own life essence, showing that he had now made a desperate gamble.
Chapter 364 Rain Falls to Slay Demons - Sword Intent Becomes a Mound!
The late spring night rain fell like silk threads, yet Li Changsheng unleashed a sword intent that soared into the sky.
Then, in an instant, it transformed into sword intent ice shards.
The Three Thousand Ancient Swords hovered about ten feet around him, their bronze scabbards adorned with Taotie patterns.
Suddenly, a dark blue blood-red light seeped out, and flowing sword intent runes were revealed where the rust had peeled away.
"Rain brings forth demons, behold my sword!" He flicked his sleeve and brandished his sword, instantly stripping away the age-worn marks of countless blades.
Transformed into a translucent sword of light, it hangs in the night sky like an inverted Milky Way, each ray of sword light condensing the unwavering spirit of a thousand-year-old swordsman.
Yu Shengmo tightened his grip on the zither, and the strings groaned under the pressure of the powerful, surging internal force.
Like the axe of Pangu that split the heavens and the earth, it cleaved the night sky with cracks.
The brilliance of the Big Dipper was partially sliced off by the sword's edge, turning into stardust that fell in a flurry.
The raindrops hovered in mid-air, their edges sharpened by the sword intent to be as clear as crystal.
This is... the weeping sword intent of the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb!
Wei Changxuan gripped the thunder talisman at his waist, his pupils reflecting the countless sword shadows.
He finally saw clearly the incomparably powerful sword intent in Li Changsheng's hand—it was not the sword intent of an ordinary sword technique.
Rather, it is the culmination of the sword intent of countless swordsmen from across the land; what surges deep within his eyes is far more than just sword intent.
It was clearly the unwilling obsession of swordsmen crushed by the laws of heaven, surging like a black tide along the sword's edge, determined to shatter all the rules and shackles of this world.
The strings of Yu Shengmo's zither snapped with a clang, the broken strings piercing the ground like serpents.
In that crisp, cracking sound, he actually heard Li Changsheng's innermost thoughts:
It wasn't the elegant sound of scholars in flowing blue robes from the academies of Jiangnan, but rather the howling wind from the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb outside Yanmen Pass.
Each grave had a broken sword stuck in it, and the blood-written words on the cloth banners for summoning the soul had been eroded into a dark brown by rain and snow.
It wasn't the scent of ink from the library, but rather the painstakingly cultivated sword intent sown by the guardian of the Sword Tomb.
Within every stroke of the pen used to copy scriptures and make annotations lies a seed of sword intent nourished by fresh blood.
The moment the two sword intents collided, a ring of air was blasted out from the nine heavens.
Li Changsheng knelt on one knee, his moon-white robe stained with golden sword blood, yet still spotless.
The sword intent emanating from his fingertips still radiated a sharp, piercing light!
It carried a terrifyingly powerful slashing intent!
This is a powerful sword intent nourished by one's own life essence!
Asking for flowers
Ordinary people simply have no ability to resist!
At this moment, Yu Shengmo's Tai'a sword suddenly let out a mournful cry and retracted into its sheath on its own, with beads of water, like cold sweat, seeping from the dragon pattern on the hilt.
Does the Tai'a sword also feel fear? Li Changsheng chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing the longsword in his hand!
The boundless sword intent brought forth countless longswords throughout the city of Apocalypse!
Those longswords spun continuously, forming a great array of sword beams!
It can devour the power of the demonic sword, refine karmic fire into life force, and grow a sword that cuts through the desolation.
The roots of this world need a fresh soil.