It was still early, and the morning light was dim. The field in front of the green mountain was covered with mist, and the light was dim. The dew on the grass reflected the light like black pearls.
There were five swords in the field. They were the swords that Second Brother had taken from the disciples of the Sword Garret yesterday. He did not stand in front of the five swords like he did yesterday. Instead, he walked around them.
The battle of Verdant Canyon had lasted for a whole day. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.
Suddenly, a shout came from the depths of the mist.
"Liang Xiang of Sanqing Mountain is here to learn from you!"
Sanqing Mountain was a famous Taoism sect in the southeast. It was just that the Lanke Temple was too famous these years, so it was relatively unknown. In fact, there were many powerhouses in the sect.
Liang Xiang was the most talented and most powerful young disciple in Sanqing Mountain. He was deeply loved by the elders of the sect, and even the West-Hill Divine Palace paid attention to him. He was very confident in his swordsmanship.
After receiving the military order from the West-Hill Divine Palace last night, he was not as sad as other cultivators. On the contrary, he was very excited. He wanted to see if Mr. Second of the Academy could take his sword.
So his voice was very confident and proud.
Following this voice was a flying sword that overflowed with brilliant lights. The sharp and narrow blade was like an arrow as it easily pierced through the air and thin mist, whistling over.
Second Brother looked into the depths of the mist without any emotion. Without looking at the flying sword, he stretched out his right hand.
There was a tearing sound in the mist.
It was like countless pieces of paper being torn into countless pieces by powerful fingers.
The aura of Heaven and Earth in front of the Verdant Canyon was torn apart along with the sound.
The flying sword dragged a wisp of Qi of Heaven and Earth and naturally broke apart with the tearing everywhere.
There was a painful muffled sound in the mist.
The whistling flying sword suddenly lost control and slowly descended.
It fell into Second Brother's hand.
Second Brother held the flying sword and threw it behind him casually.
With a bang, the sharp flying sword was deeply inserted into the slightly wet ground of the field.
It stood side by side with the five flying swords from last night.
The morning light gradually brightened, and the mist suddenly disappeared.
The scene in the field became clear.
A young Daoist priest stood there in a daze. His hands were empty and his chest was covered in blood. Looking at his expression, he seemed to be scared silly.
He was Liang Xiang, the pride of Mount Sanqing.
Two disciples of Mount Sanqing stepped forward to hold his arms to prevent him from falling to the ground.
Only then did Liang Xiang come to his senses. He let out an extremely terrified scream.
Yesterday, when he saw the Sword Garret disciple's Flying Sword being taken away, he mocked the South Jin Kingdom people for not living up to their name. But now, when he saw his Natal Sword being taken away, he finally understood how it felt.
How could such a thing happen?
How did that man do it?
Why didn't the sect elders teach them?
His fellow disciples dragged Liang Xiang back to the south of the field. He stared at the gloomy sky in a daze and let out a few strange and miserable howls from time to time. His Taoist Heart had been completely destroyed.
Second Senior Brother did not notice these details.
He had even forgotten where that proud young Daoist cultivator came from and what his name was.
More and more cultivators appeared in the field, including dozens of military powerhouses who had obviously been immersed in Martial Arts for many years. They did not ride horses and all had Fu papers on their bodies.
Was this the West-Hill Divine Palace's response?
Second Senior Brother raised his broad and straight iron sword and pointed it at the densely packed cultivators. He put his left hand behind his back.
The people from the Academy under the canopy saw his action and knew that he was ordering them not to move.
Since the West-Hill Divine Palace was prepared, there was no need to play the zither and flute for the time being.
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The second cultivator to attack the Verdant Canyon was a rogue cultivator from Xiaodong Mountain.
This rogue cultivator cultivated in Martial Arts. He had been fighting with lions and tigers in the mountains for many years to improve his cultivation. If he was willing to join the army, he could be a general in the South Jin Kingdom, the Song Kingdom, and the Qi Kingdom. However, his life goal was to become the commander of the divine guards of the West-Hill Divine Palace. That was why he had never left the mountain. It was not until the Divine Hall issued an edict against the Tang Empire that he finally had a chance.
As long as he could show his powerful strength in this war, he would naturally be noticed by the Divine Hall.
That was what the rogue cultivator thought, and what he did.
He raised the heavy broadsword that had killed all the lions and tigers in Xiaodong Mountain and roared. His feet stepped on the ground like an earth dragon and he rushed toward the Verdant Canyon with an unstoppable force.
This itinerant cultivator's speed was so fast that even the air was buzzing from the vibrations.
The cultivators in the field only saw a blur in front of them. The rogue cultivator had already rushed to the front of Second Senior Brother and chopped down with his broadsword!
Second Senior Brother's face was still expressionless.
He raised his broad and straight iron sword and waved it.
The edge of the armor that covered his whole body had a trace of his sleeve exposed.
When he waved the sword, the sleeve did not even tremble.
Just as Liu Bai had explained to the disciples last night, when Second Senior Brother waved the sword, he did not use his own strength, but the power of heaven and earth. Therefore, his movement was very natural.
His movement was natural.
It was like he waved his sleeve.
It did not stir up any clouds, but it swept up all the aura of heaven and earth in front of the Verdant Canyon.
His arm and the iron sword followed the aura of heaven and earth. He used his heart but not his strength.
The iron sword and the rogue cultivator's broadsword met in the air.
The blade that had once killed lions and tigers was as small and fragile as a piece of paper in front of heaven and earth.
With a cracking sound, the heavy broadsword shattered into countless pieces.
The iron sword continued to move forward and seemed to hit the rogue cultivator's chest gently and calmly.
There was a loud bang.
The rogue cultivator's burly body suddenly flew into the air. After flying for dozens of feet, he fell heavily on the ground, creating a deep pit.
After a moment, a violent and unwilling roar came from the pit.
The rogue cultivator threw away the hilt in his hand and angrily crawled out of the pit.
Then he fell back into the pit.
He roared and crawled again.
He fell back into the pit again.
He did it five times.
Finally, the rogue cultivator could not crawl anymore and fell to the bottom of the pit in confusion.
There was a sound.
He began to vomit blood. The blood was black, and even some pieces of internal organs could be seen in it.
The power of the iron sword had penetrated into this man's incomparably strong body and directly shattered his internal organs.
The rogue cultivator did not even notice it until he tried to stand up five times. The vibration made his internal organs, which had been covered with countless cracks, all cracked.
Just like the seemingly powerful broadsword.
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Next, it was not one person who attacked the Verdant Canyon.
It was not one sword either.
It was more than 20 swords.
More than 20 flying swords from cultivators of various sects from various countries.
In the field shrouded in the dark sky, only the shrill sound of the swords could be heard. The swords were like rainbows and actually became bright.
These people were all Great Sword Masters in the Seethrough Realm!
There were not many cultivators in the world, and even fewer in the Seethrough Realm. Only the Tang Empire and the West-Hill Divine Palace could have the ability to organize so many Great Sword Masters on a battlefield.
The scene of more than 20 flying swords roaring and dancing was extremely rare.
Even a powerhouse at the peak of the Knowing Destiny State would find it difficult to face such an attack.
Second Brother did not feel that it was difficult. He just felt that it was a little troublesome because he only had two hands.
Looking at the more than 20 flying swords breaking through the air, he inserted the iron sword into the soil in front of him and stretched out his hands to catch the swords casually. Because his movements were too fast, it seemed a little messy.
Only countless crisp sounds could be heard.
More than 20 flying swords were all caught in his hands.
His palms were not big.
No one knew how he could catch so many swords.
Those flying swords were held in his hands in a disorderly manner, like a really proud peacock who was too proud to dress up. It was really messy for a moment when it woke up and casually spread its tail to dry its wings.
Then he threw these flying swords behind him.
Those swords were inserted into the soft and wet field.
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The Haotian Taoism Sect ruled the world. Even the Sage of Sword Liu Bai and the Master of Calligrapher Lord Wang were guests. No one knew how many cultivators were its vassals. This battle of the Verdant Canyon was undoubtedly the battle with the largest number of cultivators in a hundred years.
Countless cultivators and the powerhouses of the coalition army surged across the field and attacked the Verdant Canyon like waves, slapping towards the silent man standing in front of the Verdant Canyon. No matter how many of their companions fell, the people behind continued.
This was what it meant to be wave after wave.
However, the successors still could not take a step forward, and could only fall to the ground.
Dozens of arms flew into the sky with blood.
Dozens of corpses were thrown into the distance.
Countless flying swords pierced through the air and then turned into scrap metal in the hands of the man.
Yesterday, there were tens of thousands of arrows stuck in the field in front of the Verdant Canyon. It was an arrow forest.
The vibration of the Qi of Heaven and Earth caused by today's battle had already shattered those arrows into pieces. What replaced them were more than 100 flying swords stuck deep in the field.
Those flying swords had different styles and auras. Some were wide, some were narrow, some were sharp, and some were blunt.
But when they were inserted into the ground, they became no different.
They were all so lifeless.
It was a sword forest, more like a sword grave.
Second Brother stood in front of the sword grave, occasionally waving his iron sword.
He stood at the very beginning and did not move a single step.
His eyebrows were still flat, not even raised for a moment.
He did not show anything shocking. He just calmly and silently waved his iron sword. From the first strike until now, there was no change in the posture, angle, or strength of the sword.
He did not seem to know what tiredness was. From early morning to noon, he was so focused on every strike, so he seemed so casual. It seemed that even if he killed until dusk, he would not change.
His body was covered with blood. The places where the blood flowed through the armor did not change, and the places where the blood dripped from the edge of the armor did not change. So the field in front of him was smashed by the blood, leaving a few clear blood pits.
He was just like he had been in the past years, meticulous in both his posture and expression.
Meticulous in killing.
The more he did so, the more frightening it was and the more chilling it was.
The crisscrossing sword intent in the field gradually became sparse.
Many cultivators were consumed by fear and subconsciously stopped attacking.
Suddenly, a cry sounded in the crowd.
No one knew which sect the cultivator was from, but he was so scared that he cried.
No one thought of laughing at that person.
Because looking at the iron sword that was dripping with blood …
Everyone wanted to cry very much.
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(That's all for today. There may be fewer updates in the next few days, because the end of the year is approaching. I have to pick up my in-laws when they come back tomorrow, and I have a lot of things to do. Then, there will be fewer updates in February. Because of the New Year, there will be fewer updates. In order to avoid people saying that I will cross after crossing … I will increase the number of updates every month in March and make it clear before the month to avoid pressure and commitment. Another thing I want to report to everyone is about the annual selection, which is mainly the selection of the alliance leader. Although F and Old K may not really care about this, they are now in the top ten of the alliance leader selection. I hope that everyone who has votes in their hands can support them. I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone for their kindness and generosity over the past year. I won't say much else. I will write a good book to repay everyone. Thank you for your hard work. In addition, I still like Jun Mo the most, so I will write more about this part. I have been holding back for a long time just to write about the Battle of Verdant Canyon.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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