Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Chapter 81 The Art of the Broken Sword

According to Abbess Miejue's dying wish to instruct Zhou Zhiruo:

After obtaining the Dragon-Slaying Saber and the Heaven-Reliant Sword, he held the saber in one hand and the sword in the other, channeled his inner strength, and made the two weapons clash against each other, causing the precious saber and sword to break simultaneously.

Does the Heaven-Slaying Sword have to be clashed with the Dragon-Slaying Saber to break?

Previously, Song Qingshu had never delved into this aspect, since that was how it was set up in the original work.

But since he set foot on Spirit Serpent Island, he had not seen Xie Xun, and this question began to grow in his heart.

He cursed himself for being an idiot, traveling thousands of miles to find Xie Xun to retrieve the Dragon-Slaying Saber for nothing.

Back then, Huang Rong melted down the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword that Yang Guo had given to Guo Xiang, and added Western refined gold to forge swords and other weapons.

The reason why the two can be cut apart is that they come from the same furnace, with identical materials and processes, and their hardness and sharpness are roughly equal. Therefore, only when they strike each other with full force can they both be severely injured.

To claim that this was the "only method" is rather biased.

To put it bluntly, even though the Heaven-Slaying Sword is incredibly sharp, it is ultimately just ordinary iron forged from black iron, not some kind of divine weapon from the immortals.

There are many ways to break it; even the most rudimentary method, by gradually chipping away at it with hard stone, can eventually break it.

Over the past hundred years, although the swords have changed hands several times, no one has ever been willing to destroy such divine weapons.

Since others are unaware of the secrets hidden within, they would not destroy it without cause.

But the Emei Sect has passed down this secret from generation to generation. Why didn't they ever think of finding another way to break the sword and retrieve the book?

After some deliberation, Song Qingshu had reached a conclusion: if he could find an object with a hardness comparable to the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and infuse it with his internal energy to strike it, he might be able to break the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

The sacred fire tokens held by the three Persian envoys were the perfect match.

This Sacred Flame Token is forged from a mixture of platinum, black iron, and diamond sand. The original text clearly states that neither the Heaven-Slaying Sword nor the Dragon-Slaying Saber could damage it, demonstrating that its hardness is no less than that of swords.

Whether it succeeds or fails, let's give it a try!

Having made up his mind, Song Qingshu turned to Zhao Min and whispered, "Miss Zhao, may I borrow the Heaven-Slaying Sword? I'm going to help my junior brother."

Zhao Min slightly raised her eyes, and without asking any questions, immediately handed over the sword.

Although she knew Song Qingshu was skilled in martial arts, she was still somewhat worried and whispered, "Be careful."

Song Qingshu took the sword, a confident smile playing on his lips: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Wait here for a moment, I'll be right back."

Having said that, he gathered his strength and leaped off, rushing towards the thatched hut.

In front of this thatched hut, Zhang Wuji was engaged in a fierce battle with the three Persian envoys.

The three envoys were startled when they saw yet another person rushing in, realizing that something terrible was about to happen.

In fact, the three men's expressions changed the moment they engaged Zhang Wuji in combat.

At first, the three Persian envoys underestimated him because he was only in his early twenties.

Upon seeing the howling wind from his palm strike, the three of them exclaimed "Eh!" in their hearts, and their arrogant expressions slightly faded.

The Cloud Envoy leading the charge met the attack with the Sacred Flame Token. Their palms clashed with a loud bang, sending a gust of wind and dust flying everywhere.

Liu Yun felt as if he were facing the Yangtze River, which he could not shake. In just one exchange, his body was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and he was about to fly backward and fall out.

Finally, after years of cooperation, the three envoys were of one mind. The left-hand envoy, Miaofeng, and the right-hand envoy, Huiyue, struck out with both palms at the same time, placing them on his shoulders. The three forces combined into one, barely managing to hold him off.

Even so, all three felt a tightness in their chests, their arms ached and went numb, and they staggered back two steps before finally regaining their footing.

The three envoys exchanged bewildered glances, their previous contempt vanishing completely. They all thought, "The martial arts world of the Central Plains actually has such a young master? Such internal strength is simply astonishing!"

Having succeeded in one move, Zhang Wuji showed no mercy.

With a swift movement, he appeared before the three envoys, unleashing a flurry of palm strikes—the powerful palm force activated by the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

The three Persian envoys each displayed their skills, parrying and counterattacking, only to feel the opponent's palm strikes coming one after another, seemingly endless.

The three of them, working together, were overwhelmed by his pressure and forced to retreat.

Within a few moves, Zhang Wuji had gained the upper hand, his palm shadows fluttering, enveloping all three of them in his palm winds.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Liu Yunshi suddenly let out a long howl, the sound of which was like the cry of an owl.

Upon hearing the whistle, the three envoys abruptly changed their moves, shifting their stances and formations. Their formations and routines were neither one nor the other, yet they were perfectly coordinated and integrated, clearly the same stance they had used against Granny Golden Flower.

Only when he was there in person did Zhang Wuji understand the pain that Granny Jin Hua had endured.

He struck the Flowing Cloud Envoy in the center with his left palm, and just as he was about to hit him, the Sacred Flame Token of the Wonderful Wind Envoy on his left side silently struck his left rib acupoint, while the Radiant Moon Envoy on his right side simultaneously kicked him in the right knee joint.

These two attacks were perfectly timed, striking where the enemy was forced to defend. If Zhang Wuji hadn't withdrawn his palms to protect himself, although he could have injured Liuyun Envoy, he himself would have also been wounded.

He had no choice but to parry back. In this parry, the three seized the opportunity and launched a series of attacks, which were extremely insidious and vicious. The Sacred Flame Token was used to smash, strike, hook, or entangle, and every move was aimed at the major acupoints on Zhang Wuji's body.

With a series of clanging sounds, Zhang Wuji was struck several times on the shoulder, lower back, and forearm by the Sacred Flame Token.

Fortunately, the Nine Yang Divine Skill protected his body, naturally generating a counter-force. With popping sounds, each time he was hit, his powerful internal energy rebounded from the injured area.

The three Persian envoys felt a sudden tingling and numbness in their arms, nearly dropped the sacred torch, and swayed slightly. They were even more horrified!

Despite the protection and counter-attacks from the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Zhang Wuji still felt soreness all over his body and his breathing became slightly rapid after being hit repeatedly.

He focused his mind and thought to himself, "It's difficult to break this formation quickly by brute force. I'll try to overcome their strength with gentleness and see how they respond."

He immediately subdued his imposing aura and began to unleash Tai Chi Chuan, supplemented by the Qiankun Great Shift mental technique. His palms moved in a seemingly slow, slanted motion, drawing circles slowly, yet his entire body was protected like an impregnable fortress.

The sacred flame token was thrown close by when he punched it and it was deflected to the side.

The three envoys felt as if the force they unleashed was like entering a vast ocean. As soon as they touched the opponent's fist, they were involuntarily spinning around, unable to exert any real force.

Zhang Wuji stabilized the situation using Tai Chi and the Great Shift of the Universe, but the three envoys coordinated perfectly, and for a time, no one could find a way to break the formation.

Although the Persian envoys' sacred fire tokens were unpredictable, they could no longer hit Zhang Wuji's vital points. Occasionally, they would brush against the corner of his clothes, but he would gently deflect them with his soft strength.

The situation immediately reached a stalemate.

The three envoys grew increasingly anxious.

The three exchanged glances, all knowing that they had encountered an unprecedentedly formidable foe.

The young man's inner strength was as profound as a deep abyss and a towering mountain. If the battle continued, the three of them would be exhausted and would undoubtedly be defeated.

A fierce glint flashed in Liu Yunshi's eyes, and he suddenly let out a low roar, intensifying his attacks with the Sacred Flame Token.

Miao Feng and Hui Yue also unleashed their power simultaneously, their attacks becoming several times more ferocious and ruthless, all in an effort to finish the battle quickly and injure the young man first.

It was at this moment that the three of them caught a glimpse of Song Qingshu's figure rushing towards them out of the corner of their eyes.

How could one not be alarmed? How could one not be afraid?