The face of the middle-aged man on the city gate tower was slightly pale. It was obvious that he was injured and had yet to fully recover. This middle-aged man was none other than Yankang National Preceptor, who had suffered heavy injuries in the battle with the god. Even though Qin Mu and Little Poison King Fu Yuanqing had worked together to heal his injuries, they had been caused by a god after all, so he had yet to fully recover.
Barbarian Di Empire had taken this chance to invade Yankang. The matter at Qingmen Pass was of great importance, and Yankang National Preceptor knew that Yankang Kingdom had gone through two huge calamities and their vitality was greatly damaged. On top of that, he and Emperor Yanfeng had yet to recover to their peak state, so Emperor Yanfeng's injuries were slightly more severe than his.
He was afraid that Barbarian Di Empire would invade directly, so he had mobilized his troops to defend Qingmen Pass to the death.
He didn't even hesitate to come to the battlefield personally to direct the battle.
Village Chief had struck with his sword and quelled the battle on the battlefield with one sword. It was shocking, and he had seen it all.
In fact, this was no longer shocking. Instead, it was the ability to transform the battlefield into a sea of blood, intimidating the troops of both sides.
The lives of everyone on the battlefield were in his hands.
This kind of sword skill couldn't be considered a sword skill, but a profound and close path. It allowed Yankang National Preceptor to see an even higher level, the level of the sword path.
It was impossible to calculate how many sword lights Village Chief had executed with this move. The most terrifying thing was that the trajectory of each sword light was different, restraining all the martial arts practitioners and divine arts practitioners. This was something that was almost impossible to achieve.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were charging and killing each other on the battlefield. Everyone's cultivation was different, and the martial arts, techniques, and divine arts they cultivated were more or less different. Furthermore, the changes in battle formations were ever-changing. To restrain everyone at the same time, one had to restrain all their divine arts, martial arts, spirit weapons, and formations. The amount of calculation required was already at an inconceivable level.
To be able to reach such a level, one could already be called a god, a god of swords!
"Sword of Founding Emperor Sea of Blood, I've seen this kind of sword skill before. It was in the painting of Art Saint."
Yankang National Preceptor focused his gaze and looked at the Dragon Unicorn. Qin Mu and the rest were standing on the back of the Dragon Unicorn. Even though they were very strong, they were nothing in his eyes.
"I saw the pinnacle of sword skills from this painting. For the past two hundred years, I studied the sword skills of the person in the painting bitterly. Every time I observed it, I would gain something new, until one day, I couldn't see any new sword skills. Until then, I thought that I had reached the level of the person in the painting. "
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor recalled the painting and his gaze searched for the person in the painting. However, he couldn't find him. His gaze then focused on Qin Mu's back.
Qin Mu carried a herb basket on his back and in it was a white-haired old man who had no limbs.
This old man didn't look like the person in the painting back then. The person in the painting was a Sword God, but he wasn't this old. He was full of vigor, like a sword that had just drunk blood.
The old man in the herb basket was a cripple. He had one foot in the grave, and the candlelight could be extinguished by the wind at any time. How could he be as high-spirited as the Sword God in the painting?
However, Yankang National Preceptor was certain that this crippled old man was the Sword God from back then!
That was because the enlightenment of his sword skills came from the Sword God in the painting.
Yankang National Preceptor's body trembled slightly. He let out a long breath and ordered, "Welcome them!"
The city gates opened, and the generals in the city lined up on both sides. The Dragon Unicorn strode into the city with its head held high. Suddenly, all the sword lights on the battlefield surged like a tidal wave. They rushed toward Qin Mu and entered the herb basket on his back.
Village Chief Herb Basket poked his head out and saw the middle-aged man walking toward him. He was the saint that appeared once every five hundred years, the strongest person under the gods, and the man who was known as the Sword God of this generation!
Their gazes met, and waves of emotions rose in their hearts.
The Sword God of the previous era and the Sword God of this era had finally met!
At the back of the battlefield, the sound of bronze bells being struck could be heard from the towers of the two impregnable passes. That was the sound of a gong, ordering the soldiers to retreat.
On the battlefield, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were relieved of a heavy burden. They hurriedly retreated, and everyone felt that they were drenched in sweat.
Meanwhile, in Qingmen Pass, the village chief floated out of the herb basket. He walked toward Yankang National Preceptor as if he had grown a pair of legs and hands. The strongest men of the two eras had met!
"You learned the sword?" the village chief asked.
Yankang National Preceptor saluted as a disciple. His expression was respectful. "I learned the sword in my early years. I stopped when I was 160 years old."
The village chief asked, "You understood the sword when you were 160 years old?"
Yankang National Preceptor said solemnly, "When I was 160 years old, I read all the techniques in the world and comprehended the Boundless Divine Powers. Thus, I understood the sword and began to create my own sword skills."
The village chief smiled. "Show me your sword skills. Let me see."
Yankang National Preceptor unsheathed his sword. The sword light filled the sky and illuminated the world. His sword skill was ever-changing and ever-changing. It was as complex as the stars in the sky and as simple as counting chips. There were horizontal and vertical lines, and there were twists and turns. It was as if it could transform into all the other techniques in the world. It gave people an indescribable feeling.
His sword skill had an indomitable aura. It had a grand spirit of burning oil in the flames of reform. It was as if he wanted to ignite the flames of all living things in the world. He wanted to change the fixed heaven and earth, change the unchanging Great Dao, and reform everything that was stale. He wanted to tear apart the decay of the old era and reveal the ugly truth!
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