The storm on Sky Mountain had yet to subside. In the Qin Dynasty, the leader of the Donghua Clan came to the Qin Imperial Palace in person. It was said that he was invited by the king of Qin. The meeting between two of the top three forces in the Eastern Barren Territory was of great significance.
Especially in this sensitive period, the people of the Eastern Barren Territory couldn't help but overthink.
There was only one thing that could make these two leaders meet to discuss: the great cause of unifying the Eastern Barren Territory.
Then, they invited the strong cultivators of the Fuyun Sword Clan and the Royal Xuan Temple. There was an important piece of news that the Qin Dynasty had opened the tomb of their ancestors and allowed the top figures of the top forces to enter.
When the news spread, many people vaguely realized that a real storm could descend on the Eastern Barren Territory at any time.
A few months ago, the Qin Dynasty had invited all the forces in the Eastern Barren Territory to hold a meeting. The Sword Saint's arrival had shocked everyone. But now, it seemed that he could no longer suppress the Sword Saint.
However, this was normal. The Fuyun Sword Clan and the Royal Xuan Temple had already expressed their stance months ago. They could only follow the Qin Dynasty. There was no way out.
In the Qin palace, many people came to report to Qin Yu.
"He hasn't left the mountain yet?" Qin Yu asked coldly.
"No." The person shook his head. Although the people from the various top forces had retreated, Qin Yu could not accept Qin Li's death. He still sent some cultivators below the Noble Plane to guard the foot of Sky Mountain and wait for Ye Futian to appear.
However, Ye Futian had not descended Sky Mountain for a long time. It was also possible that he had descended from another side of the mountain and was purposely avoiding it.
Heaven Mountain was too big. It was impossible for his men to surround the entire mountain.
"Are the Donghua Clan sure that Chu Yaoyao had the chance to kill Ye Futian?" Qin Yu asked coldly.
"Yes. According to them, Ye Futian had already lost his ability to fight and Chu Yaoyao was there," the person in front of him replied.
Qin Yu clenched his fist, his expression extremely cold.
Who was Chu Yaoyao? She was Qin Li's girlfriend. She could have killed Ye Futian, but she didn't. Could it be that she watched his son Qin Li get killed?
"Has Chu Yaoyao left the mountain?" Qin Yu asked.
"He followed the Moon Clan back to the clan."
Qin Yu nodded, a cold glint in his eyes.
Chu Yaoyao and the Moon Clan. Let's see if they know what's good for them. Otherwise, he wouldn't mind destroying another force.
His son Qin Li would not die in vain.
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The end of Year 1003 of the Divine Prefecture Calendar was getting closer and closer.
Han Ruoshui, the clan leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan, returned to the clan. At the first summit of the Fuyun Sword Clan, Han Ruoshui held a sword in his hand. The blade of the sword emanated a cold intent. He looked at the sword and saw his reflection in it. One could see his sharp eyes.
This was a famous sword from many years ago. Its name was Alkaid, and it had been used by the top swordsman in the Eastern Barren Territory hundreds of years ago. Ye Futian didn't expect that it would be kept in the tomb of the Qin Dynasty. Now, it was his.
The Qin Dynasty wanted to revive the Eastern Barren Territory. He had already promised the Qin Dynasty some things. He had no choice but to agree.
"Senior." Sword shadows whizzed over and landed on the Sword Peak, looking at Han Ruoshui.
"He didn't come?" Han Ruoshui asked. The Fuyun Sword Clan had seven summits, but only six people were present.
The one who didn't come was Gu Cheng, the lord of the seventh summit of the Fuyun Sword Clan.
No one spoke. For a long time, Han Ruoshui and Gu Cheng were the two strongest people in the Fuyun Sword Clan. However, Gu Cheng was more solitary and purer.
Ever since the incident with Ye Wuchen, the relationship between the two summits became even more complicated. Especially when Han Ruoshui ordered to expel Ye Wuchen from the Fuyun Sword Clan and said that he could kill him outside to clean up the clan. Gu Cheng was extremely dissatisfied with this.
"It seems that his heart is no longer with the Sword Clan," Han Ruoshui said coldly.
Just as he spoke, in the distance, on the seventh summit of the Fuyun Sword Clan, an extremely sharp Sword Will suddenly bloomed. The Sword Will soared up, wanting to break through everything.
In the Fuyun Sword Clan, countless gazes looked in that direction. Then, a figure stepped into the air and walked directly into the sword light.
"It's the seventh summit lord." Countless disciples of the Fuyun Sword Clan were shocked. What was the seventh summit lord doing?
Han Ruoshui and the others looked over. He frowned slightly, seemingly displeased.
In that direction, the figure standing in the air waved his hand. Immediately, a sword light flew towards the seventh summit.
"What's that?"
"It's a sword invitation," someone said in shock. Someone exclaimed in shock, his heart pounding. The beam of sword light continued forward, piercing through the air and arriving at the First Peak, heading straight for Clan Leader Han Ruoshui.
Han Ruoshui reached out and pinched it. His expression was cold as he looked at Gu Cheng.
"Gu Cheng, the seventh summit lord of the Fuyun Sword Clan, challenges Han Ruoshui, the leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan," a voice rang through the Fuyun Sword Clan. A voice rang through the Fuyun Sword Clan. At this moment, everyone in the Fuyun Sword Clan was terrified. They knew that the seventh peak lord and the clan leader didn't get along, but they didn't expect it to be this bad.
"It's the rule of the Fuyun Sword Clan for disciples to challenge each other. You're challenging me," Han Ruoshui said coldly. "Give me a reason."
"Swordsmen don't bend their backs. As the leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan, you've received favors from the Qin Dynasty and want to follow them. You're no longer worthy of swordsmanship, let alone being the leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan," Gu Cheng said from afar. His voice echoed through the seven summits.
Han Ruoshui sneered inside. "As the leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan, I have to protect the safety of the Sword Clan. Under the general trend, the sword will break if it's too hard."
"I'd rather break than bend," Gu Cheng said.
"My disciple, Ye Wuchen, killed Qin Yuan. Qin Yuan deserved to die. The Fuyun Sword Clan is weaker than others. To protect the Fuyun Sword Clan, you can chase Ye Wuchen out. You can also send people to capture Ye Wuchen. But now, you've gone further and further. If you become someone else's dog, instead of struggling on death's door, why not disband the Fuyun Sword Clan? A swordsman with a sword in his heart is a sword. Disciples of the Fuyun Sword Clan with a sword in their hearts are a sword clan. I've already announced the disbandment of the seventh summit."
"If I'm not in a position, I won't meddle in politics." Han Ruoshui stepped forward, his sword intent whistling.
"People with different beliefs can't work together. If I win, I'll disband the Fuyun Sword Clan. If you win, I'll die." Gu Cheng also stepped forward. Two beams of sword light shot towards the center. Countless people in the Fuyun Sword Clan looked over, feeling extremely unsettled.
Today, the two strongest people in the Fuyun Sword Clan had a battle of life and death because of different beliefs.
In the sky above the Fuyun Sword Clan, an unparalleled storm of Sword Qi was born. The two stood opposite each other but didn't fight directly. They just stood there in the air. But even just by standing there, a destructive sword intent was born and pressed down from the sky. Feeling this sword intent, many people felt like their bodies were going to be torn apart.
They stood there motionlessly, but it seemed like they had fought countless times. They stared at each other with extreme seriousness.
Although the two didn't move, there seemed to be a sky full of sword shadows in their eyes.
Finally, two afterimages appeared in the sky and headed for each other.
The two shadows flashed and then disappeared in an instant. The two people in the sky above the Fuyun Sword Clan seemed to still stand there and hadn't moved. But at this time, between the two, an extremely terrifying sword intent shot down from the sky. It turned into a beam of light and shot towards a mountain in the Fuyun Sword Clan. In an instant, the mountain lit up with a dazzling light. In the middle, a sword mark appeared. This beam of light broke the mountain directly.
Everyone looked at the mountain. The sword light in the middle didn't disperse for a long time as if it was going to exist forever. Looking up, they looked at the two people who were facing each other.
Someone noticed that Han Ruoshui, the leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan,'s arm that was holding the sword trembled. A stream of blood flowed down his arm and onto the famous sword Alkaid that was reflecting cold light.
"You lost," Han Ruoshui said.
Gu Cheng glanced at the sword in Han Ruoshui's hand and sighed. "I didn't lose. You really don't deserve to be the leader of the Fuyun Sword Clan."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Tian Sword Intent exploded from his body and seeped out from every part of his body.
Then, everyone saw Gu Cheng's body shatter. A beam of sword light shot up and streaked across the sky like lightning towards the distance.
"Is he dead?" Everyone sighed.
What was that beam of sword light that left?
Han Ruoshui glanced into the distance. He didn't chase after it. Instead, he turned around and walked towards the cultivation residence of the first summit without a word. Blood flowed continuously from his arm and dripped down from the sky.
…
Sky Mountain, halfway up the mountain.
A few people were cultivating in the snow. Ye Wuchen sat cross-legged with sword intent surrounding him. Beside him, Liu Chenyu and Liu Feiyang were also there.
At this time, Ye Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.
"What's wrong?" Feeling Ye Wuchen's abnormal breathing, Liu Chenyu looked at him and asked in a low voice.
"My heart of the sword is unstable. It seems that something is summoning me. I have a bad feeling," Ye Wuchen said softly.
"Don't think too much," Liu Chenyu advised.
Ye Wuchen looked at her. His right hand caressed Liu Chenyu's hair and he said, "Okay."
"Why hasn't that guy come down the mountain yet? Yi Xiaoshi went up to look for him but didn't see him. I don't know if he's found him or not," Liu Feiyang said. Ye Wuchen looked up at Sky Mountain. He had a feeling that Ye Futian might have reached the top of the mountain.
"Don't worry. Let's wait." Ye Wuchen stood up and stepped on the snow. He walked to the cliff and looked into the distance. He was unsettled.
That feeling was getting stronger and stronger.
Far away from Sky Mountain, an extremely bright beam of sword light crossed the endless sky and rushed into Sky Mountain at an extremely fast speed.
Standing there, Ye Wuchen's heart trembled violently. Then, he saw a beam of sword light coming straight at him.
"Watch out!" Liu Chenyu exclaimed. However, Ye Wuchen didn't dodge. The beam of sword light rushed into his mind directly. In an instant, a terrifying sword intent appeared on Ye Wuchen.
"Wuchen." Liu Chenyu's face instantly turned ashen. She ran towards Ye Wuchen. Liu Feiyang's heart also trembled violently. But at this time, a voice suddenly sounded from Ye Wuchen. "Wuchen, swordsmen are not arrogant or impatient. Swordsmen are fearless and fearless. Swordsmen do not change their hearts and press forward with indomitable will!"
This was what Ye Wuchen's master, the seventh summit lord of Fuyun Sword Clan, had said to him on the first day of his apprenticeship. Now, it sounded again on Sky Mountain.
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