Chapter 383

I've already abandoned my sword for many years, "Mu Zixuan calmly replied to Yu Wen Feng's question.

"Abandon — sword —?" Yu Wen Feng's eyes were blank. A person who had sacrificed everything to the sword seemed to be unable to appreciate or understand the meaning of the word "abandon".

"That's right, I've already lost the righteous heart of the sword, and I swear that I will never use the sword again in this life!"

"Abandon — sword —!" Yu Wen Feng understood. Suddenly, the Sword Will approached him. He used his finger like a sword and pointed it at Mu Zixuan's forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "Who allowed you to abandon your sword? Did I allow it?!"

Air waves exploded along with the low roar. The surrounding swords buzzed and trembled in fear. The Sword Deity, who had always been quiet and taciturn, was now like an enraged lion. His beard and hair danced wildly, and his Sword Will expanded.

"Master!" Ce Tian Ji and the others were shocked. Previously, when they were facing Gongzi Ling, they could still calmly watch Mu Zixuan's performance because they knew that Mu Zixuan had already predicted Gongzi Ling's arrival and had a countermeasure. However, Yu Wen Feng's arrival was something that no one had predicted. His rage was even more of a variable. The people of the sect were afraid that Mu Zixuan would be harmed and wanted to stop him. However, they heard a shout, "Draw your sword!"

Yu Wen Feng glared at Mu Zixuan angrily. Sword Qi exploded and shot in all directions. The people of the Directorate of Heaven who were close were instantly sent flying by the Sword Qi. Mu Zixuan was also forced back by the cold Sword Qi, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge. He said helplessly, "Things remain the same, but people have changed. Sword God, why do you insist?"

Mu Zixuan now also figured out where the Sword God's rage came from. More than ten years ago, when he was only a little more than ten years old, Gu Jian Sheng and Yu Wen Feng had brought him to the side to discuss swordsmanship. Although he was young at that time, his childish ideas were often able to break through the shackles of an adult's experience and point out the blind spots that adults couldn't see. Since then, Yu Wen Feng thought highly of him and even saw him as a future candidate to prove his swordsmanship. With Yu Wen Feng's fanaticism towards swords, how could he not be furious when he saw someone he thought highly of abandon his sword?

"What a waste of your sword bones, you! You're a disgrace to swords! " His sword intent rose layer by layer along with his rage. Yu Wen Feng raised his hand, and ten thousand swords flew together. The swords that were stuck in the ground flew up into the sky like stars. This time, even Ying Feiyang could not protect his own sword. No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, the Star Disciplinary Sword could not stop itself from moving restlessly. In the end, with a clang, it forced its way out of the sheath and into the sword stream above his head.

Only Shang Ying and a few others could still protect their swords. The rest could only sigh at their lack of cultivation. Fortunately, most of the swordsmen present had lost their swords, so it was not a loss of face.

Yu Wen Feng waved his hand again, and the torrential sword stream rained down on Mu Zixuan with an unstoppable sharpness, vowing to force Mu Zixuan to draw his sword to defend himself.

In front of the Sword God, Mu Zixuan did not dare to be careless. He waved his sleeves horizontally, and a vast wall of Qi that was like a torrential river was thrown out by him. It was the "Horizontal Milky Way" of the Seven Transformations of Zixuan. This was the defensive move of the Seven Transformations of Zixuan. The move was like a dark river that flowed horizontally across the night sky. Genuine Qi flowed like the Milky Way, with a force of ten thousand catties. The sword stream continuously shot onto the wall of Qi, and after a series of sounds of metal clashing, they were all bounced off.

However, the Sword God attacked with rage. Compared to Gongzi Ling, who was still holding back, he would only be stronger and harder to defend against. After a while, the wall of Qi that was as vast as the Milky Way cracked, and the sword stream broke through and arrived in front of Mu Zixuan.

Mu Zixuan suddenly raised his Qi, and with a flip of his hand, he used the "Constellation Shift" technique again. He moved the stars and reversed the universe, drawing the swords away. Using the two techniques at the same time, he split them three times and blocked them seven times, barely ensuring that he would not be engulfed by the sword stream.

There was no need to say much about the Sword God's divine might. After Mu Zixuan finished fighting Young Master Peacock, he actually still had the strength to fight Yu Wen Feng. Everyone present gasped in admiration at the cultivation of these two people.

Ying Feiyang was the only exception.

On the other side, in the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, Mu Zixuan and Yu Wen Feng continued to exchange blows. One's attacks were sharp, while the other's defense was tight. The edge of the sword and the wind from the palm met, but from time to time, the sound of metal clashing could be heard. Sparks shot out, and flying stars dotted the sky, reflecting the battle between immortals and martial artists!

Even though the people from the Directorate of Heaven wanted to stop them, the scale of this battle had already exceeded the level they could interfere in. Just the aftermath of the battle was enough to make it difficult for others to get close.

But after a while, the battle was coming to an end. Even if he was at his peak, it would still be difficult for him to defeat the Sword God, not to mention that he had just fought a strong enemy like Young Master Ling, how could he not be injured? Mu Zixuan's inner breath was in turmoil, and his true qi was weak.

"Draw your sword!" Yu Wen Feng gave the final ultimatum. Mu Zixuan had already been forced to the point where he did not have the strength to speak, but he still forced a smile, and did not have the slightest intention of drawing his sword.

Seeing that he did not respond, Yu Wen Feng's face became solemn, he snorted coldly, and his body rose into the air. Floating in the air, Mu Zixuan felt the surrounding Qi of heaven and earth continuously gathering towards his body, pushing his sword intent to continue growing endlessly.

The ten thousand sword shadows seemed to be attracted, circling around the Sword God, emitting a merciless killing intent and hostility towards Mu Zixuan. Even from afar, Mu Zixuan could feel the coldness on the sword piercing him like needles, and even through his clothes, he could feel a slight pain.

"One last move. If you don't draw your sword, I'll bury you under my sword!" With a single command, the will of the sword suffused the heavens and earth, and the ten thousand swords obeyed his command. The ten thousand swords converged together, and the coldness piled up layer upon layer, forming a river of ten thousand swords that seemed as if they were one. Amidst the sound of the sky being torn apart, the magnificent and boundless sword move swept up countless tempestuous waves as it charged towards Mu Zixuan.

As the peerless might of the sword approached, Mu Zixuan suddenly raised his Qi, yet he felt the energy of the heaven and earth around him seemed to have been replaced by the sword intent. The copious pressure firmly suppressed him, and he was like a mortal that was the enemy of a god. He was rejected by the heavens and earth, and for a moment, a feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart. "Could it be that if I don't use my sword, I will never be able to pass this trial?"

Yet at the instant the blade of the sword descended, within the torrent of ten thousand swords that had fused into one, a sword twisted, seeming to want to struggle free from the torrent of swords, and its position slightly deviated from its original position.

It was like a swimming fish that was carried along by the river, unwilling to be carried along by the current and desiring to leap over the dragon's gate, transforming into a dragon and escaping the shackles of the river.

Whereas the deviation of this sword caused a trace of an extremely tiny flaw to appear in the sword move that was originally perfectly fused together. But with this tiny flaw, it was like the difference between the heavens and the earth. In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a flint, Mu Zixuan's True Qi rose to the limit as he stomped on the ground with his palms raised into the sky, and he transformed into a dazzling meteor that defied the sky to directly greet the torrent of swords that swept down.

The Seven Transformations of Violet Myrtle — Meteor Tribulation!

This move was an offensive killer move of the Violet Myrtle's Seven Transformations, and it was capable of converging the strength of the entire body to execute the strongest strike that was like a meteor tearing through the sky, whereas the target of the attack was precisely the trace of flaw left behind by that sword strike!

Bang! A shocking explosion resounded out as Mu Zixuan collided with the torrent of swords that covered the sky, causing a myriad of swords to descend and pierce into the ground, whereas Mu Zixuan suffered the backlash from the force and crashed down from the sky before kneeling on one knee on the ground.

Everyone present held their breaths and went completely silent, yet they saw Mu Zixuan raise his True Qi and stand up as if nothing had happened. Subsequently, a wave of cheers exploded out once more!

In a short moment, he'd successively battled two great peaks, yet was actually still able to maintain his strength without losing, it was simply world shocking!

Mu Zixuan was aware of his own suffering. At this moment, the meridians in his body were in severe pain, and he was definitely not as calm as he looked on the surface. In his heart, he was even more puzzled as he looked at Yu Wen Feng with a puzzled expression.

However, he saw Yu Wen Feng flick his sleeve, and a sword flew out from the ground. Mu Zixuan recognized with a single glance that this was the Unruly Sword that had destroyed the harmony of the torrent of swords just now. The long sword spun as it flew to the side of a person, and as if it had a life of its own, it disappeared into the scabbard on his back.

"My apologies." Yu Wen Feng nodded in that direction in acknowledgment.