From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 95 A Sword That Shatters All

After a few breaths of stalemate between the two sword intents, the sword intents exploded, and the powerful impact sent Jiang Zhaoxia flying.

Jiang Zhaoxia landed on the opposite side of the Xi River. After landing, he took eight steps back before he could steady himself. His face turned pale, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His right hand, which was holding the sword, was trembling.

He stared intently ahead, as billowing dust rose from the opposite bank of the river, obscuring Shen Yue's figure and revealing only his general outline.

The mountains and fields were silent, and everyone looked at Shen Yue, waiting for the dust to settle.

Soon, the dust settled, revealing Shen Yue. His white hair fluttered, and his robes were torn in many places, but he was not injured. He was enveloped by a sharp sword intent, and his aura was even stronger.

Shen Yue looked down at the sword in his hand. As his gaze fell, cracks appeared on the blade, which quickly spread and then shattered like a mirror, scattering across the ground.

Upon seeing the Sword God's sword shattered, the disciples of Qingxiao Sect were all greatly encouraged.

"Elder Jiang won?"

"Wait, the Sword God doesn't seem to be injured."

"Even if he wasn't injured and didn't have a sword, how could he fight again?"

"To witness such a duel in this lifetime, I can die without regrets."

"These two are incredibly skilled in martial arts; they're not even in the same league as the top masters in the martial arts world."

Not only the disciples of Qingxiao Sect, but even the worshippers were excitedly discussing it. In their view, even if Jiang Zhaoxia could only fight the Sword God to a draw, it would still be a great honor.

Jiang Zhaoxia is several generations younger than the Sword God, so it's understandable that he lost.

Once the dust on the opposite side of the Xi River had completely settled, Shen Yue released his right hand, and the sword hilt fell to the ground. He then stomped his right foot, causing the soil beneath the hilt to collapse and form a small pit. He then used his inner energy to move the surrounding soil over from a distance, burying the sword hilt.

Throughout the entire process, Shen Yue's gaze remained fixed on Jiang Zhaoxia.

Blood kept dripping from the corner of Jiang Zhaoxia's mouth down his chin, and his gaze was also fixed on Shen Yue.

"Your internal strength is the strongest I have ever seen, and your swordsmanship is also exquisite. It's just a pity that your sword intent is not yet fully developed. However, you only lost to me. Looking at the martial arts world today, you are definitely among the top. Ordinary experts would not last a single move against you."

Shen Yue stared at Jiang Zhaoxia and spoke with an appreciative tone.

Jiang Zhaoxia, however, could not withstand the sword energy surging within his body. He opened his mouth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then knelt down on one knee.

He was only able to stand up because he was forcing himself.

Jiang Zhaoxia could not accept his defeat. He was at the sixth level of the Nourishing Yuan Realm. After reaching this level, he had never been afraid of anyone. He felt that apart from his senior brother, no one could defeat him.

But today, he suffered a complete and utter defeat.

He could sense that Shen Yue's skill was inferior to his own; he lost because of his swordsmanship and sword intent.

In other words, he lost because of his sword. How could he, a born sword fanatic, accept this result?
Shen Yue turned his gaze to the hundreds of spectators in the distance and said, "Does the Qingxiao Sect have anyone who can fight me? If not, please hand over the Emperor Xuan Sword. I do not want to take it by force."

mad!
This is how everyone felt about his words. The Qingxiao Sect disciples were no longer just watching the show; they all felt a sense of frustration and anger at being slapped in the face by Shen Yue.

"Why is it only you who can negotiate? What should be done if you lose?"

A voice came from behind. Hearing this, many disciples were pleasantly surprised and turned around to look.

Disciples and pilgrims of the Qingxiao Sect made way for Li Qingqiu and Yuan Qi.

"Master, teach him a lesson!"

Zhao Zhen stood in the crowd, excitedly pumping his fist. Yuan Li stood beside him, his face also full of anticipation.

Su Xiling, Ku Yi, and Ku Er were also there. When they saw Li Qingqiu appear, they all breathed a sigh of relief. They did not want to see Qingxiao Sect trampled by the Sword God.

But they had to admit that they were no match for the Sword God.

Even if they enter the country, so what?

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

To the vast majority of martial arts practitioners, they are reclusive masters; but to truly unparalleled masters, they are no different from ordinary people.

only……

I wonder how high a heaven the Qingxiao Sect Master considers himself to be?
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Qingqiu walked on, passing by Wu Man'er and Yang Jueding, and headed towards Jiang Zhaoxia.

Shen Yue turned his gaze to Li Qingqiu, his eyes showing some surprise.

Another young man has emerged.

He had heard before that the newly emerging Qingxiao Sect was very young and full of teenage geniuses, but he thought it was an exaggeration. Now it seems that the rumors underestimated the Qingxiao Sect.

Despite his nonchalant demeanor, he was actually quite frightened by Jiang Zhaoxia.

With such martial arts skills at the age of twenty-one, Shen Yue felt that martial arts would be pushed to an unprecedented height when he turned fifty.

However, the future was no longer on his mind. He only wanted to see the Emperor Xuan Sword in his lifetime, create a brand new sword technique, and then die without regrets.

If he had met Jiang Zhaoxia ten years earlier, he would definitely have taken Jiang Zhaoxia as his disciple.

Under his gaze, Li Qingqiu and Jiang Zhaoxia brushed past each other.

Li Qingqiu casually tossed out two silver needles, which pierced Jiang Zhaoxia's chest.

"Elder brother..."

Jiang Zhaoxia was filled with shame and wished she could disappear into the ground. "You didn't disgrace Qingxiao Sect, and the Sword God wasn't as relaxed as he seemed."

Li Qingqiu spoke without turning his head, and his words made Shen Yue frown.

As Li Qingqiu stopped, Shen Yue spoke up, "If I lose, I will pass on all my knowledge to the Qingxiao Sect, how about that?"

He had roamed the martial arts world for seventy years and did not want future generations to say that he bullied his juniors. Of course, he felt that he could not possibly lose.

"You've already lost, so what meaning do all your life's learning have for me?"

Li Qingqiu asked with a smile. His attitude was very easygoing and without any hostility, but his words sounded even more arrogant than Shen Yue's, which made the disciples' blood boil.

Shen Yue snorted coldly: "It's pointless to win arguments, so tell me what you want to do?"

“If you lose, you will join the Qingxiao Sect.” Li Qingqiu stared at Shen Yue and said seriously. After his smile disappeared, his eyes gave Shen Yue an indescribable sense of pressure.

Shen Yue realized that this boy might actually be stronger than Jiang Zhaoxia, but he was not afraid. He had never been afraid of any opponent in his life. He even felt that dying in battle was the best recognition of his martial arts. It was just that he could not find anyone who could kill him.

"See? He doesn't have the same presence as my senior brother!"

Li Sijin turned to look at Chu Jing and smiled smugly.

Chu Jing remarked, "Although the sect leader is young, his aura is indeed powerful."

But as he said these words, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

"As you wish, come on."

Shen Yue spoke up, already somewhat impatient, feeling that arguing with Li Qingqiu about this was a waste of time.

Li Qingqiu laughed and said, "Since you are the Sword God, then I will spar with you using my swordsmanship."

Shen Yue frowned. What did that mean? This young man wasn't a pure swordsman?
Just then, he saw Li Qingqiu on the other side of the river raise his right hand.

As Li Qingqiu raised his hand, the Qingxiao Sect disciples and pilgrims watching from behind all looked down at the scabbards in their hands, and their swords were actually trembling.

Some people instinctively gripped their swords, while a few, thinking of something, didn't hold their swords down, but instead looked excitedly at Li Qingqiu.

Chu Jing turned his head and saw that the scabbard of the person next to him was trembling violently, which made him frown.

Shen Yue didn't notice the unusual behavior of the onlookers in the distance. His attention was focused on Li Qingqiu. He was puzzled to see that Li Qingqiu only raised his hand without making any moves. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Li Qingqiu's right palm suddenly flip over.

Clang! Clang! Clang—

Countless sword flashes rang out simultaneously, exceptionally loud, and Shen Yue's face was directly illuminated by the sword light. He opened his eyes wide, his expression one of astonishment.

What did he see?
Swords suddenly flew up from among the hundreds of spectators in the distance, flew behind Li Qingqiu, hovered in the air, and pointed at him.

Even Shen Yue, the Sword God, felt a chill run down his spine when more than two hundred swords were pointed at him.

The main reason was that he had never seen such a sight before. These swords were not held by people, but floated on their own, like ghosts.

If he was like this, let alone others. Hundreds of spectators were in an uproar. Even the Qingxiao Sect disciples who had guessed what might happen were shocked by the scene before them.

Jiang Zhaoxia knelt on the ground, looking up at the scene, equally shocked.

Standing next to Li Sijin, Chu Jing frowned, his gaze towards Li Qingqiu filled with apprehension.

He couldn't sense Li Qingqiu's internal energy. Could it be that Li Qingqiu wasn't using internal energy to control so many swords in mid-air?
"What kind of swordsmanship is this...?"

Shen Yue asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Li Qingqiu raised his chin slightly and smiled, "I was inspired by the swordsmanship of a certain master, so let's use the name of his swordsmanship: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin."

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin..."

Shen Yue pondered the name of this sword technique, finding it to be infinitely profound.

Jiang Zhaoxia was puzzled. When did his senior brother meet such a master? How come he didn't know?
"Sword God, unleash your strongest sword technique. You only have one chance," Li Qingqiu said earnestly, staring at Shen Yue.

As soon as he finished speaking, the more than two hundred swords in mid-air trembled violently and emitted sword cries, as if they were about to kill Shen Yue at any moment, bringing Shen Yue an immense sense of pressure.

Shen Yue took a deep breath and raised his right hand as well. His strongest sword was never the sword in his hand, but himself.

"This move is the strongest sword technique I have ever used, and it is also the one I created. It is called One Sword to Annihilate the World."

As soon as Shen Yue finished speaking, sword energy erupted from below, causing his robes to billow violently and his white hair to dance. His powerful aura even caused the Xihe River to rise like a dragon, standing in the air.

Li Qingqiu's lips curled up, and with a wave of his right hand, more than two hundred swords above his head burst forth with terrifying sword energy, all attacking Shen Yue. The wind pressure that was stirred up in an instant caused hundreds of spectators to retreat.

Almost simultaneously, Shen Yue moved. He took a step forward, leaped up, and charged towards Li Qingqiu like a peerless sword carrying the sharpness of its entire life.

At that moment, even the ground began to tremble.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

Swords imbued with sword energy slashed through the air, heading straight for Shen Yue, instantly engulfing him who was also enveloped in sword energy.

Dust billowed up as Li Qingqiu, wielding only two hundred swords, unleashed the force of a volley of arrows. In the blink of an eye, Shen Yue, who had just been engulfed by the sword energy, was suddenly thrown out of the dust storm and flew a hundred feet away. When he landed on the official road, he slid back several feet, leaving a long trail.

Shen Yue lay on the ground, his clothes torn, his whole body trembling, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his eyes lifeless, and his mouth slightly open, constantly oozing blood and foam.

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