Collapse Iron Live Broadcast Connects All Worlds, Scares Away Wuzhan at the Beginning

"Ahem, purity..." Shihouin Yoruichi almost choked on her saliva, "You use this to describe a female swordsman who has killed countless people?"

"...This is probably the most distant and unfamiliar word in her life."

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"Jing Yuan barely dodged it, but a strand of his hair was still cut off."

"Under the icy blade, he seemed to see a raging fire... a fire that obscured the sky and the sun."

"That was the scene he encountered hundreds of years ago, when he was still Cloud Rider Xiaowei. Amidst the crumbling ruins, a monster that was once a Cloud Rider roared in flames."

"Master... he doesn't remember us."

"Kyung Won was still very young then, so young that his voice was trembling."

"But before he could finish his words, a ray of moonlight, as if stolen from the sky, flashed through the monster's chest and passed away."

"The monster's roar suddenly stopped."

“This is what it means to fall into a demonic body.”

"Accompanying a voice as cold as snow was a beautiful yet extremely cold face. Jingliu stood sideways, as if always keeping a distance from others."

"The demonic body is the fate of the immortal species. If one day I fall into the demonic body, you must show no mercy."

"Her words and actions remained the same, but in Master's eyes, Jing Yuan also saw a fleeting sadness... and numbness."

"Master, you must have seen this kind of thing many, many times, right?"

"Yes... Master." He was just like when he was little, always saying only those three words when faced with his master's instructions.

Japan, Tokyo.

"You keep calling me Master... That's great. What a well-behaved student—but it's a pity I like less well-behaved ones."

Ange placed his cigar on the ashtray and glanced down at the folding knife on his wrist. "The weapons aren't quite equal, Aha... Can you do it faster than this white-haired woman in the sky?"

"Hehe..." Inuyama He looked seriously at Ange not far away and smiled meaningfully.

His word spirit is Setsuna, and when he could reach 128 times the speed, he was known as the sword master of the Snake Eight Families. If he swung the sword of Iai at such a high speed, no opponent could see his blade clearly.

In the eyes of his opponent, his sword was just a faint flash of air.

Inuyama He had heard tales of swordsmen from ancient Eastern kingdoms in his youth, not long after he met Ange. Legend had it that swordsmen would spend countless years honing their swordsmanship, from their prime to their twilight years, exhausting their entire lives, simply to reach the ultimate meaning of life.

That sword... is truly beautiful. Poetic in its purity, poetic in its murderous intent, its loneliness enough to sever time.

Young Inuyama He had imagined that kind of swordsmanship existed, but until today… he was almost dying of old age and had never seen it.

Not long ago, he had a battle with Angran, and that battle finally allowed him to reach the pinnacle of his life.

Ninth level instant, 516 times faster slash.

At that moment, the Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand finally exceeded the speed of sound. The high-frequency vibration of the air caused by the extreme speed temporarily cut the skin on the proud shoulders, and a layer of crimson was spread on the dance floor.

The 516 times speed slash might be able to hurt the principal, but it is unlikely to hurt the woman in the light curtain... Thinking of this, Inuyama He suddenly smiled with relief.

Her swordsmanship wasn't just about swordsmanship, it was art. It was an art that he couldn't even imagine in his entire life...

Inuyama He closed his eyes, and his youthful fantasy finally became reality 65 years later.

"Tenth level, can you do it, Aha?"

Ange exhaled a puff of green smoke and kicked the leg of Inuyama He's sofa. "Maybe at the tenth level you can cut off a lock of her hair. Didn't you like smelling the hair of young and beautiful women when you were young?"

"I'm old, Principal." Inuyama He sighed and said hoarsely, "Are you assigning me homework for my next life?"

"After that, a long time passed, Jing Yuan met the master in the prison."

“Ugh, ahhhh!” In the shadows, Master huddled up on the ground, his face, as icy as snow, twisted in agony.

"Those who fall into the demonic realm will have their six senses turned upside down, and all human relations will be lost. Go back, Jingyuan, the mirror has passed away."

"Listening to the words of the Prison Judge, Jing Yuan looked at his master in disbelief."

"My closest master has turned into a monster... How pitiful." The Rock Pillar clasped his hands together and tears flowed down his face.

"But haven't you noticed? Jingliu's demonic body state is different from others." Kocho Shinobu discovered the blind spot, "She doesn't seem to have branches or anything like that growing out of her body."

"Indeed... Could it be that her demonic body is not a physical change, but a spiritual one?" Snake Pillar Obanai suddenly said.

Chapter 79 "Animated Short: Flying Light Three"

If you think about it carefully, it seems that Jingliu's condition has been wrong since the beginning.

The murderous aura was not strong... but extremely pure.

"However, Jingliu, trapped in the demonic body, is so dangerous, how did she get out?" Ganlu Temple asked doubtfully, "Didn't the guards stop her?"

"...They shouldn't be able to stop them, right?" Snake Pillar Obanai looked at the white-haired woman in the light curtain who was madly swinging her sword at Jing Yuan, and said with lingering fear: "To be able to suppress a god's messenger to such a degree... escaping from prison doesn't seem to be unimaginable."

What makes Snake Pillar curious at the moment is that although Jing Yuan is obviously very strong, facing a master whose sword skills are even better than his... he did not use any more special means.

Is he really the envoy? Or is he hiding a trick?

Xiao Banei also had a question mark in his mind.

"Now--"

"Ugh!" Jing Yuan barely managed to block the sword energy, but his body uncontrollably retreated dozens of steps before recovering.

"The sword energy glided past his armor and struck the building behind him, instantly shattering it into pieces."

“Da…da…”

"Jingliu had no expression on his face. He just held up his sword and walked towards him step by step."

"Gripping the formation blade tightly in his hand, Jing Yuan's eyes flashed with sadness and reluctance."

"Master..."

"When he opened his eyes again, Jing Yuan had made up his mind. There was no hesitation or confusion in his golden eyes."

"Goodbye... Master, let me repay your kindness with this move!"

"A golden aura emerged from Jing Yuan's body, quickly condensing into a giant god holding a formation knife. He followed Jing Yuan's movements and slashed at Jing Liu with his sword!"

Naples, Italy.

The streets in July were incredibly hot, and under the scorching sun, this tourist city exuded a rare sense of silent death.

Under the clear blue sky, a drone floated slowly in mid-air, like a machine used by the government for filming - except that no matter which direction the drone faced, the mounted camera was always facing the light curtain in the sky.

[SPW] was spray-painted on the drone's wings.

In a mountaintop villa not far away, Giorno Giovanna put down the tea in his hand and looked at the man in blue at the door.

"It's okay, Mista, there's no need to be so alert." Giorno, the gang boss, just turned 16 years old. Although his voice is still childish, it is clear and loud, which makes people involuntarily convinced.

"Just when you pulled the pistol from your boot, you almost missed the first attack of the Stand User from another world." Giorno changed his tone to a more relaxed one. "Luckily, I arranged for a drone to record the whole thing. You can watch it with me later."

"Stand user? Do 'Stands' really exist in that world?" Mista stuffed the pistol back into his boot. He always believed what Giorno said.

"It's hard to explain, you can only see it for yourself." Giorno pointed to the sky with a teaspoon. The battle between Jingyuan and Jingliu continued.

The golden-colored deity looked like a god. With one swipe of his sword, the sky collapsed and the earth split, as if everything would be reduced to dust.

"This……"

Mista stared up at the sky in disbelief, swallowing hard. Was this a substitute? ...If so, it was truly astonishing.

Giorno was also surprised, but his expression was much calmer than Mista's.

"It looks like a power-type Stand, but I'm afraid it has a longer range than an ordinary Stand." Giorno raised his eyebrows slightly, estimated the distance, and gestured with his hands on the table: "The range of the slash is probably more than 100 meters. As for the speed..."

The woman named Jingliu did not dodge.

Bathed in the mighty blade's light, she offered no resistance, nor did she fling her sword with the frenzy she had just displayed. Instead, before the smoke dissipated, a faint smile seemed to play at the corner of her mouth.

...Giorno couldn't figure out whether she could hide or was unwilling to hide.

"But rather than guessing whether he is a Stand user, I agree more with another hypothesis."

Giorno looked at the empty teacup and said calmly, "Didn't I guess before that Jing Yuan was a hunting envoy? This golden 'stand-in' might be a privilege granted to him by the hunting star god."

"God? That's understandable."

Speaking of gods, Mista couldn't help but show an envious expression. "But giving him a substitute is a bit too generous. I can't imagine what would happen if this guy was pierced by an arrow."

"But, what a pity—" Giorno suddenly sighed.

"pity?"

"Well, that woman named Kagami Ryu seems to be dead," Giorno said regretfully. "Her swordsmanship is amazing and well worth learning... though I'm afraid I'll have to slow down the video camera to do so."

"Polnareff happened to miss her fight with Jing Yuan while he was asleep. When I recommended it to him, he didn't believe it at first... I just sent him the drone footage, and then he completely fell silent."

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"The scene changed. The sky was clear and the place where Jing Yuan practiced swordsmanship was still there."

"But this time, Jing Yuan is no longer a child, but a master. He stands aside, watching the little boy in front of him swinging his sword with all his might."

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight... nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine... ten thousand!" the little boy gasped, his arms trembling slightly as he continued to gasp for air.

Jing Yuan then said slowly, "As a Cloud Rider, you must not let your weapons fall off your hands or let your body become disorganized."

"Yes!" the little boy replied with full energy, immediately adjusting his posture and preparing for the next training session.

"But Jing Yuan suddenly smiled and said, "But you are still too young to be considered a Cloud Rider."

The little boy turned his head sharply and said sternly, "I want to be like the general and become a legend on the Immortal Ship!"

Jing Yuan chuckled: "What's so good about that? This journey hasn't been easy."

"But hasn't the general gradually come to this point?"

"..." Jing Yuan just looked at him quietly.

"The wind passed gently by them, stirring the leaves and seeming to carry away the sadness."

After a long while, he finally smiled and said, "Since you're so motivated, why don't we practice?"

"Okay!" the little boy suddenly became excited and quickly got ready. "I won't show any mercy!"

"Ahhh, Flillian, I don't feel good!!"

Xu Tark was a little overwhelmed: "This scene seems familiar. It feels like it will be Jing Yuan's turn soon. That young man will do it himself-"

"Okay." Fulilian patted Hugh Tark's head lightly.

"People in the Immortal Boat often live for hundreds of years. Even if Jing Yuan really has a demonic body, can you live to see that scene?!"

Chapter 80 Yae Shinko: Your psychotherapy... is really deadly

"Fei Guang has finished reading it too. Is there anything else?" Chen Yue flipped through the official account of Xingqiong Railway. Most of the videos that should be released have been released so far.

I just finished the takeout, it’s time to continue with the main storyline!

……

"The scene changes."

"Luofu Immortal Boat, Prison of Desolation."

"A man in a long black windbreaker, escorted by two Cloud Knights, slowly walked towards the light."

"His windbreaker was engraved with a pattern of red spider lilies, and his long, navy-blue hair draped behind him swayed gently with his steps. He was covered in bandages, making him particularly striking in the shadows."

"Right in front, Jing Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, while his disciple Yan Qing sat alone to the side, seemingly also waiting for him."

"Yanqing."

"Yes, General."

"Wait a minute, take a closer look at this person."

Yan Qing looked up at the prisoner in surprise, wondering why this man was so important that the general had to personally intervene.

"After the man stood still, Jing Yuan asked in a deep voice: "Do you remember me?"

"…Remember." The man spoke in a very cold voice. Even in this situation, his slightly hoarse voice did not fluctuate at all."

"Until he slowly raised his head, a hint of madness flashed through his blood-red eyes beneath his sculpted features. 'There are five people, and the price is three... Jing Yuan, you are not one of them.'"