Yan Qingyi and her sister were the daughters of the County King of Yan.
Kai Huang and Lin Ya were the number one below Saint Plane in the Juque Sword Clan and the Sword Clan of Tempest.
No one could withstand a single attack from him.
In an instant, the vast space suddenly quietened down.
The swordsmen of the County of Yan were shocked. Their eyes were like sharp swords, shooting straight at Ye Futian.
The Sword Saint of Fierce Wind had deliberately introduced Ye Futian, saying that he had defeated Nie Yun with a single attack. Many people thought that Ye Futian was extraordinary, and the County King of Yan thought so as well.
However, Ye Futian had only talked about the Law Battles and did not show up. As such, no one took him seriously. Those arrogant words made him seem like a madman who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.
But now, he finally drew his sword.
One sword for one person.
It was not that he did not draw his sword in the previous Law Battles, but that no one was worthy enough to make him draw his sword.
As such, he bypassed the Law Battles and went straight to Sword Mountain, the number one holy land of swordsmanship in Dali.
The Sword Saint of Fierce Wind stood far away and stared at the figure standing proudly in the air. That handsome figure. Every wisp of sword will on him seemed to have been carved into his bones. It was the pride of a swordsman.
Perhaps that was the real Seventh Swordsman, a pure swordsman who walked out of the Mountain of Hidden Swords. He only pursued the way of the sword and did not care what others thought of him. All he cared about was his sword.
As such, he did not follow the rules of Dali and challenge on the platform. It was because, in his eyes, no one in the Law Battles was worthy enough for him to draw his sword.
Huanxue, who was beside the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind, saw the dazzling beams of sword light and was speechless.
"If he had such a way of the sword, why didn't he fight before?" Huanxue asked in a low voice. She seemed to be unconvinced.
"Most geniuses are stubborn and lonely. The real peerless ones are worthy enough to break all rules." The Sword Saint of Fierce Wind continued, "Perhaps he is such a person."
If Ye Futian had heard what the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind said, he would have been impressed. It seemed that the image he created was very successful. At least in the eyes of the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind, that was the Seventh Swordsman that he wanted the people of Dali to see.
A peerless swordsman who was arrogant and proud to the point of stubbornness, looking down on everyone.
In the Seventh Swordsman's world, there were no high and mighty figures, no rules, only swords.
The Imperial Advisor of Dali had personally issued an order to recruit geniuses from the Lower Worlds. The Imperial Advisor's student had come to the Lower Worlds, and King Li had summoned the mighty ones from the Nine Counties to gather at King Li's Palace. Dali Dynasty would certainly be able to accommodate such a stubborn but peerless swordsman.
"All of you, step down." An elder of Sword Mountain said to the people of the County of Yan. The County King of Yan led the swordsmen and retreated to the side, but there was still one person left.
Li Hanxing of the Ziwei Sword Clan, who had been accepted as a disciple of Sword Mountain, was ranked third in the Law Battles.
"You think that there is no one in the Nine Counties of Dali who is worthy of you drawing your sword. That is why you did not participate in the Law Battles and sought the Sword Mountain instead?" the Sword Saint of Sword Mountain looked at Ye Futian and asked.
"Yes." Ye Futian nodded.
"However, your attacks just now were still not enough. It was not enough for the disciples of Sword Mountain to draw their swords." The Sword Saint stared at Ye Futian. If Ye Futian wanted to break the rules, then he would have to bring out the power to do so.
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Hanxing walked towards Ye Futian.
He was also from the Nine Counties of Dali, and Ye Futian claimed that there was no one worthy of him drawing his sword.
Ye Futian took a look at Li Hanxing and sensed the sword will on him. He then looked at Zuo Zhengdao and Qin Cang of the County of Upper Qin and said, "I said that there is no one in the Law Battles who is worthy of me drawing my sword. But since you want to see my sword, then the three of you should come at me together."
Everyone was speechless when they heard what he said.
The three he spoke of were naturally the three strongest in the Law Battles.
Qin Cang of Upper Qin, Zuo Zhengdao of Dongyang, and Li Hanxing of the County of Yan.
The three were top-notch figures who had comprehended the will of the great path. They were the three strongest below Saint Plane in the Nine Counties of Dali.
At that moment, Ye Futian still claimed that they were not worthy of him drawing his sword and asked the three of them to come at him together.
However, it was precisely because of his arrogance that the blood of countless was ignited. They had thought that the Law Battles would have ended when Qin Cang was invincible in the Nine Counties of Dali.
Who would have thought that an unknown swordsman, the Seventh Swordsman, would appear out of nowhere and seek the Sword Mountain?
Qin Cang, Zuo Zhengdao, and Li Hanxing all stared at Ye Futian. The three of them had proven on the Law Battle Platform that they were the three strongest in Dali.
And at that moment, Ye Futian stepped out. Did he intend to step on them and prove his unparalleled talent?
Qin Cang and Zuo Zhengdao both stepped out, but they did not make a move. They simply stared ahead. Will of the great path coursed on their bodies, making them extremely overbearing.
Li Hanxing stepped in the air and a sword appeared in his hand. Starlight shone, illuminating the air. Sword will circled the sky with his body as the center. Will of the great path coursed, and it seemed as if there were countless starry flashes of the sword heading for Ye Futian's body. It was like a sword of shooting stars, tearing the air apart.
Ye Futian looked indifferent and took a look at him. Astonishing sword will coursed on him, as well as will of the great path.
"Interesting." King Li chuckled and said. At that moment, the Seventh Swordsman unleashed his will of the great path. It was as if those swordsmen from the County of Yan before were not worthy at all.
Behind Ye Futian, there seemed to be the radiance of the sun shining. It was as hot as the sun. A fiery sword of the sun appeared before him, pulsing with the will to burn everything.
Ice shrouded the sky at the very next moment, and a Sword of Ice Soul appeared.
Storms raged after that, and a shrill sound was heard in the air. The Sword of Storm was born.
Lightning flashed like the light of doomsday, and the Sword of Lightning appeared.
The Starry Heavy Sword shone after that, suppressing their surroundings.
Five swords were born and lined up, hovering before Ye Futian.
The swordsmen of the County of Yan shuddered again. The Sword Saint of Fierce Wind's eyes narrowed. Ye Futian had said back at the County of Yan's Residence that there was no sword that he could not train in: Blazing Sun, Ice Soul, Storm, and Thunder.
Those wild words were not empty words.
Li Hanxing's expression changed a little when he saw what was happening. He flashed like a shooting star and lashed out with his sword. Swords of Meteors rained down on Ye Futian.
"Blazing Sun." Ye Futian's will merged with his surroundings. With a single thought, the Blazing Sun Sword lashed out. There seemed to be beams of sunlight shining between them, devouring the stars in the sky. The rain of swords turned into a sea of fire in an instant.
That sword kept moving forward, breaking through the rain of swords and heading for Li Hanxing.
The endless rain of swords turned into a single sword, hitting the Blazing Sun Sword and seeping into it, intending to destroy it.
"Ice Soul." The second sword was lashed out, and the cold will seemed to be able to freeze the souls of others. The Ice Soul Sword kept moving forward, turning their surroundings into ice and frost. The flow of the sword will seemed to have slowed down, and Li Hanxing was covered in a layer of frost.
Li Hanxing's body spun and lashed out with an extremely dazzling flash of the meteor. Endless sword will in the sky turned into a beam of dazzling light, breaking through everything.
Ye Futian, however, remained standing there quietly. He waved his hand and the Sword of Storm and Thunder were lashed out, cutting through the air. The Sword of Storm cut Li Hanxing's swordsmanship right away. The Sword of Thunder arrived, and Li Hanxing's face turned pale.
Boom! A loud rumble was heard, and his body seemed to be on the verge of exploding. The lightning devoured his body. The faces of the mighty ones of the Ziwei Sword Clan changed in that instant.
However, Ye Futian's sword did not destroy Li Hanxing. He was sent flying far away, spitting up blood.
Ye Futian, on the other hand, did not move at all.
Zuo Zhengdao made his move at that moment. His body turned into a beam of fiery golden light, making him look like a god of war as he headed for Ye Futian at lightning speed. Extremely sharp will of the great path emanated from his body, intending to tear through everything in its path.
Four swords came at him at once, but Zuo Zhengdao showed no signs of retreating. He turned into a bolt of golden lightning, zipping through the air.
The swords came at him, and the will of the great path clashed, causing the air to tremble. Zuo Zhengdao looked like a true god of war. The swords were unable to break him, and he took Ye Futian's swords head-on.
Many were excited at the sight. Zuo Zhengdao might have been able to fight Ye Futian.
However, Ye Futian finally moved at that moment. He stepped out, and the air seemed to tremble as his might pressed down on the entire place.
Everyone saw Ye Futian holding his sword with both hands and descending from the sky. The heavy sword fell, and a rumbling sound was heard.
Zuo Zhengdao's expression finally changed when he felt that might. He roared and turned into a golden god of war, continuing to charge up into the air.
Ye Futian's sword came at him.
"Bang."
A dull rumble was heard, and Zuo Zhengdao's body fell from the sky without any suspense.
Boom … The platform shook, and Zuo Zhengdao's body crashed onto it. He felt as if all his organs had been shattered, and blood continued to spill from his mouth.
Qin Cang used the Void Steps and disappeared from where he stood. Qin Cang's silhouette appeared in the air above Ye Futian at the very next moment. He lashed out with his palm, and a palm print lashed at Ye Futian from afar.
Ye Futian's palm sliced through the air, using his hand as a sword to shatter the palm print.
However, Qin Cang's silhouette disappeared right away, appearing in another direction and lashing out with another palm print.
Everyone saw Qin Cang's silhouette everywhere in the air in an instant. Every single palm print was like a palm print of the great path, tearing through the air and crashing at Ye Futian.
"Return of the Sword." Boundless sword will circled around Ye Futian, destroying everything in its path.
His body spun at the very next moment. Boundless flashes of the sword howled at the same time in an instant, covering the vast space. The flashes of the sword were everywhere.
Boom, boom, boom … The palm prints in the air were torn apart in a frenzy. Sword will filled the air at that very moment. It was as if Qin Cang was forced to take his sword head-on no matter how he tried to evade.
His aura surged and became one with the great path. The palm print tore through the air, crashing at the incoming sword will and shattering it.
However, he saw an afterimage at the very next moment, as well as blazing sword will.
He let out a furious roar, and his palms lashed out with overwhelming force. However, a sword was seen, slicing through the air and shattering the palm print right away. The flashes of the sword came at him. His expression was one of utter shock. His heart raced, and he felt as if he was about to suffocate.
The flashes of the sword flashed before him, and time and space seemed to have come to a standstill. Qin Cang's body shuddered slightly. He extended a trembling hand and touched his brow. There was a shallow mark of blood from top to bottom.
However, that sword did not make its way down.
Qin Cang took a look at the blood on his fingertip and looked at Ye Futian. He had thought that he was invincible below the Saint Plane of Dali Dynasty, and he had proven himself during the battles.
However, a peerless swordsman had appeared out of thin air.
"There is indeed no one in the Nine Counties of Dali who can withstand your sword." Qin Cang turned around and left, looking rather desolate.
At that moment, countless eyes were fixed on that handsome swordsman in the air.
One flash of the sword, and there was no one in the Nine Counties of Dali who could withstand it.
Ye Futian did not care about how the people looked at him. He looked in the direction of Sword Mountain and said, "I, the Seventh Swordsman, seek guidance from Sword Mountain's swordsmanship."
The Seventh Swordsman seemed to only have eyes for the sword!
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