Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

"this……"

The shattered sword light dissipated, revealing the figure of Shi A, dressed in black, thrusting his sword forward.

"It...it blocked it?"

Shi Aman was astonished.

He never expected that the white-clad swordsman sitting on the high platform could easily block his deadly attack by simply defending without attacking.

To know.

Faced with his deadly attack, which was full of illusions, even a Martial Aspect Realm expert would not dare to take it lightly.

Even a master of literature and philosophy, if caught off guard, could be beheaded by his sword.

"Is it that hard to block it?"

"Shia!"

Never underestimate the heroes and great men of this world!

"even if……"

"Your teacher, Wang Yue, stands behind you."

The white-clad swordsman raised his head, and Zhang Mu's voice rang out.

"He offered roasted meat to Zhu Hai, and raised a cup to Hou Ying—"

As the poem resurfaced, the sword intent swirling around the Moonlit Sword and Shield suddenly became violent.

The white-clad swordsman remained seated on the high platform.

But a burly man stepped out from behind him, picked up the Azure Lotus Longsword that lay across the white-clad swordsman's knees, and swept it out with one hand...

His swordplay was bold and unrestrained, characterized by wide, sweeping strokes.

The Azure Lotus Sword, imbued with fiery poetic passion, slammed into the body of the black-clad Shi A.

"puff!"

Severely injured, Shi A coughed up blood and flew backward.

however.

Before Shia's body even hit the ground...

The burly man took a step forward, and his figure silently transformed into a scholar wearing an ancient hat.

The scholar raised his wrist slightly, and the swordplay changed from the domineering and fierce style of the burly man.

The man's hand holding the sword resembled that of someone offering a drink, and the blade gleamed softly.

It was as if moonlight was flowing over it.

Those who watched were dazed.

But in that instant when Shia, who had been sent flying backward, lost his focus...

The sword light in the scholar's hand transformed into an extremely thin and fast silver rainbow, which entered Shi A's mind.

"Is this sword light specifically designed to target the soul?"

Feeling the sharp pain in his mind, Shi Alian didn't even care about the blood he was spitting out.

He tried his best to calm his mind and resist the sword light that was raging in his sea of ​​consciousness.

pity.

His reaction came too late.

He resisted for less than a breath before collapsing unconscious and falling limply to the ground.

"One sword wounds the body!"

"One sword to slay the soul!"

"Young friend, your sword intent and swordsmanship are truly amazing!"

Shi A's body did not hit the ground; an old man dressed in black appeared in time to catch him.

"Thank you for your mercy, young friend!"

"If you have some free time!"

"You may visit the palace another day. I look forward to your arrival, young friend."

As soon as the old man in black appeared, he paused for a moment on the white-clad swordsman before looking at Zhang Mu standing in He Jin's room.

He has reached his level.

Zhang Mu's method of isolating his literary energy might fool others, but it couldn't fool him.

"good!"

Zhang Mu did not appear in person, but only responded remotely.

Upon hearing Zhang Mu's reply, Wang Yue didn't even glance at He Jin, who was being controlled by Zhang Mu, before picking up his beloved disciple Shi A and flying away on his sword.

The anti-flight formation above Luodu City only restricts the weak.

It would be impossible to prevent such a powerful person from coming and going at will.

On the high platform.

The white-clad swordsman rose, his gaze fixed on the direction Wang Yue had departed. The unfinished poem suddenly transformed into literary energy and sword light, dissipating into nothingness.

Along with his own body, it was also disappearing inch by inch.

"Was it because I isolated Shi A's aura that Wang Yue, so eager to see his beloved disciple, showed up?"

"I just don't know..."

"Can Wang Yue withstand the attack from the Tang Dynasty sword immortal Li Bai's sage shadow form, enhanced by the complete 'Ode to the Knight' poem?"

Regarding the methods of utilizing the sage's shadow form within the Wengong Cave Heaven, Zhang Mu has currently explored three approaches.

One possibility is the divine presence of "He," who possesses the "Ancestral Dragon's Status."

He doesn't follow his wishes.

Not according to his wishes.

The image of "He" as a saint seems to possess his own will.

In the past, it was hidden in the deepest part of the Wengong Cave, and did not easily reveal itself.

but.

Whenever Zhang Mu encounters a crisis or encounters evil spirits...

When "He" descends, His power is unparalleled, sweeping away all enemies.

The second type is the one I sparred with Chu Feiyan before.

While the sages themselves are not skilled in combat, they can "sacrifice" themselves to summon powerful figures created in their writings to fight on their behalf.

To put it bluntly...

This kind of sage can be described as omnipotent.

The types of powerful beings summoned are countless.

It can be a warrior, a tank, a mage, or an archer; it's suitable for all kinds of battlefields.

Zhang Mu even had doubts.

Summoning a healer like Hua Tuo (a legendary Chinese physician) isn't out of the question.

pity.

Since his premature version of the Wengong Cave Heaven took shape, he has never had the chance to try it out.

The last one.

Just like the vanished Azure Lotus Sword Immortal's shadow form, he personally donned armor and went into battle, his sage-like shadow form derived from his literary energy.

Their methods of attack and their supernatural abilities all depend on the content of their poems.

When "Ode to Gallantry" was published, Li Bai's saintly figure was the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal.

His swordsmanship is unparalleled, and his offensive prowess is unmatched.

In the path of swordsmanship, one reigns supreme in the world.

If one were to offer up "After the chaos and separation, I recall my old travels in Yelang and write this poem to Prefect Wei Liangzai of Jiangxia"...

Zhang Mu made a guess.

The literary energy within one's own body might be completely drained by Li Bai's sage-like figure.

Without him.

"The Jade Capital in the heavens, with its twelve towers and five cities, a celestial being strokes my head, granting me immortality through my hair's binding." These four lines of immortal poetry are a bombshell from the very beginning...

No one can withstand it.

Perhaps only when his literary cultivation has fully reached the level of the ancient sages can he give it a try.

"Still not strong enough!"

"If it's strong enough..."

"Why bother with secrecy tonight? Just kill He Jin with a single blow."

Zhang Mu's lament was clearly heard by General He Jin, who was unable to move inside the room.

Uncontrolled.

In his terror, He Jin felt a warm, wet sensation flowing down his thigh.

The stench was mixed with traces of blood.

He Jin was in so much pain that his jaw was trembling.

"Oh my god!"

"What on earth did I do to offend this ruthless killer?!"

Although He Jin, who had been castrated by Zhang Mu, did not see clearly the reinforcements Shi A and the person who said those words, he was unaware of the fierce battle that had taken place.

but.

The imposing aura emanating from the powerful figures outside was unmistakable.

Those two auras.

Even a mere wisp of sword intent would be enough to instantly kill He Jin on the spot.

"M-Sir, I know I was wrong!"

"Please, please have mercy."

"Don't stoop to my level, spare my life!"

He Jin pleaded repeatedly.

Unfortunately, because he was unable to move, his pig-like face was covered in snot and tears, which was extremely disgusting.

"You don't know you were wrong..."

Zhang Mu looked at the begging He Jin with disdain, then pointed his finger as a sword and slashed at He Jin four times.

First time.

He Jin's left arm fell off!

The second time.

He Jin's right arm was cut off!

On the third and fourth blows, He Jin's legs broke off cleanly at the knees.

The immense pain caused He Jin, who lay on the ground like a pile of rotten flesh, to wail repeatedly.

It can gather the powerful blood energy of the Qi Gathering Realm, and thus maintain his life force.

Even.

His Qi Gathering Realm was a shoddy one achieved through the use of pills, but his blood energy and vitality were ultimately extraordinary.

Ignoring He Jin's wails, Zhang Mu said softly, "This time, I'll only sever your five limbs."

"If I ever hear of you forcibly marrying a respectable woman again in Luodu City, I'll add another one of your pig-headed idiots to my list."

Zhang Mu was not worried at all about He Jin's life being in danger.

Hua Tuo could even replace his heart.

While the imperial physicians in the capital may not have been as skilled as Hua Tuo, they could still handle minor matters like reattaching limbs without any problem.

"Yes, yes, yes, I've got it!"

"You're right!"

"I deserve to die, I was wrong!"

He Jin readily agreed.

As long as this god of death can be sent away, I'll let him say whatever he wants.

As they talked...

He Jin suddenly realized that the sounds inside the room had disappeared, and even the maid who had fainted earlier was nowhere to be seen.

Realizing belatedly that the ruthless man had already left, He Jin immediately looked up and let out a mournful shout.

"Someone come here!"

"Help me!"

As he spoke.

He Jin crawled like a maggot toward the limb that Zhang Mu had first severed when he appeared.

He poured the blood flowing from the rest of his body onto it.

It attempts to maintain the vitality of the flesh and blood within.

He Jin could accept the fact that other limbs were severed.

But what if this crucial limb is lost...?

How can he stand up straight and be a decent person in the future?