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Chapter 186 Swords Falling Like Rain
Yun Yi watched the great battle between the sword cultivators in the Dao realm.

There are no bizarre and magical spells, nor the collision of gorgeous and splendid magic weapons, only the confrontation between man and sword, simple and crude.

One sword decides victory or defeat; two swords determine life or death.

Yun Yi tightly grasped Fang Yuan. Both he and the sword spirit were extremely excited. They wished they could join the battle and compete with those sword geniuses.

At this moment, he finally understood his master's painstaking efforts. The three years of sharpening the sword in the scroll was actually just a trivial benefit.

Being able to witness a Hedao Realm sword cultivator's full-strength attack firsthand is a more precious experience! The benefits are no less than absorbing the Fuyao Dao Fruit!
The next moment, Dai Wang and the nameless swordsman finally used all their strength to strike out with their swords.

Their sword moves were exactly the same, their movements were exactly the same, and their sword energy was equally powerful. A simple swing of the sword could create a bottomless abyss.

Dai Wang seemed to have returned to the grassland, and even the sound of wild geese rang in his ears.

He had imitated that man's swordsmanship countless times in his dreams, and now he was finally able to put it into practice.

But things are unpredictable. The person he wanted to imitate is no longer the same person as before, but his sword move, which seems to be a copycat, actually has the charm of the past!
Dai Wang finally cast off his identity as a sword servant. His sword was more like his past self than the nameless swordsman!

After one sword strike, the winner was decided.

The nameless swordsman was split into two along with his sword, half of his body fell into the abyss in front of him, and the other half remained where he was and died with his eyes open.

The New Year's Eve in Dai Wang's hand also broke into two pieces. He looked back at the Zongheng Tower which seemed to be intact, with a very complicated expression on his face.

Then he looked at Wang Shenlai, who looked worried, and said, "Listen to my advice. You must learn swordsmanship."

After saying that, Dai Wang suddenly stabbed the remaining half of New Year's Eve in his hand into his chest, destroying the Dao by himself, and died!

Wang Shenlai rushed forward, but only managed to grab a piece of the old man's clothes before he turned to ashes. He said in agony, "Everyone in the villa wants me to forge swords, and you want me to learn swordsmanship too. Can't you just let go of those unattainable dreams and live an ordinary life?"

He murmured to himself, "I never liked swords. My mother died because of a sword, and many of my brothers died because of swords..."

"I hate immortality. How many people are willing to do anything for this desire. Little do they know that everything in the world has its destiny. If you want to live longer, others will die earlier."

Yun Yi stayed by his young master's side, but he didn't know what to say to comfort him.

Seeing the Sword-Forging Villa fall into such a state, he felt sad but was powerless to do anything.

After all, this is just a world in a painting, a memory of Wang Shenlai.

As if it were destined, no one could change the fate of everyone here, and they could only be forced to watch coldly and wait for the end of the story.

But what if reality is also a larger world in a painting?
Wang Shenlai can create a vivid painting, so why can’t the Heavenly Dao create a real human world?

Yun Yi was in a trance and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Now that the New Year's Eve sword formation has been broken, the raging fire has finally spread over, and in a flash it climbs up along the Zongheng Building from the bottom to the top, as if it wants to swallow it in one gulp.

Wang Shenlai looked up at the sky, hoping that it would rain at this moment.

If God has eyes, please make it rain and save the Sword Casting Villa!

But the response he got was not from heaven, but a long roar from Jianqi Lin.

……

Senior Brother Chen is an outlier in the Sword Casting Villa. He loves swords but never forges them.

No one knew the specific reason, but it was known that the elder brother had guarded the Jianqi Forest for many years, rarely leaving it. His favorite things to do were polishing his swords and planting bamboo, and these two things occupied his entire life, unchanging.

In the eyes of his fellow junior brothers, Senior Brother Chen is a gentle gentleman who rarely gets angry.

But today, countless uninvited guests gathered in the Sword Qi Forest, trying to fight for the swords in it, which finally made this good-tempered senior brother, who rarely got angry in decades, completely lose his composure.

Most of the masters in the Hedao realm went to the Sword Fighting Cave to compete for the "Divine Sword", while most of the people in Jianqi Forest were ants below the Hedao level.

In Brother Chen's opinion, it is simply not worth mentioning.

He was too lazy to even draw his sword, so he just cut down some green bamboo and made them into wooden swords.

With one strike of the sword, he would accurately take a person's life, and he never missed.

Bunches of blood-red flowers bloomed in the forest. Senior Brother Chen wandered freely, casually cutting off one hand after another that tried to pull out the long sword from the ground, and killing one shameless monk after another who was driven by greed.

I thought that such a cold and ruthless sword could intimidate the robbers, but unexpectedly, those people had already completely lost their minds and used their most powerful skills.

He just wanted to kill the man in front of him who was in the Hedao realm, and then divide up the treasures of Jianqi Lin.

From a distance, the scene looked like a thousand ants devouring an elephant.

One or two ants naturally cannot hurt an elephant, but once there are more ants, it is inevitable that a few of them will crawl onto its body and try to bite it in the vital parts.

And just when the giant elephant was angrily crushing the ants, it didn't expect that there was another ferocious beast in secret that had been accumulating strength for a long time.

When Senior Brother Chen came to his senses, a silver needle suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was unable to dodge in time and was pierced by the silver needle in his Jiuwei point, and his face turned pale instantly.

Senior Brother Chen forced back all the enemies in front of him with one move, and tried his best to force the silver needle out of his body. However, he did not expect that the silver needle would move around along the meridians after entering his body, making it completely unpredictable.

"Even if you are at the Hedao realm, you will not escape death if you are hit by the Xuyou needle." Eunuch Hai, who had been hiding behind the crowd, finally showed up. He stared coldly at the sword immortal opposite him, his eyes full of contempt.

Senior Brother Chen remained calm. When the silver needle reached the ring finger of his right hand, he suddenly used sword energy to cut off the fingertip.

In this way, the Xuyou needle can only fall to the ground along with the broken finger.

Seeing this, Eunuch Hai clapped his hands and said, "You are a real man. Why don't you hand over Jianqi Lin's hidden sword and then follow me back to Daqin to become a general?"

"A general in the Hedao realm, I dare to go, but does your emperor dare to accept me?"

"The First Emperor is the chosen one by Heaven. How can a Hedao Realm person not be tolerated?"

Since the two cultivators in the Hedao realm had started fighting, the other cultivators retreated one after another, fearing that they would be accidentally affected and lose their lives.

Of course, they all want to benefit from the conflict between the two.

Eunuch Hai spat, "You're such a good swordsman, but you're so stupid! Since you're so stubborn, I have no choice but to... send you on your way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eunuch Hai shook his white hands, and suddenly countless densely packed silver needles condensed in the air, which made people's scalp tingle at first sight.

This move made no distinction between friend and foe, and he killed with incredible speed. Every time the silver needle pierced a monk's throat, a line of blood would be drawn out, entwining with each other to form a vast, blood-red web that covered the entire sky.

Although Senior Brother Chen had lost a finger, his aura only grew stronger. In this life-or-death situation, he no longer held back, discarding the bamboo in his hand and instead unleashing a sword technique.

Countless magical swords in the sword energy forest were inspired by it, and they rose from the ground one after another, aiming at Eunuch Hai in the air!
(End of this chapter)