The Jianghu was indeed too big. Even if an immortal smashed a Mount Tai into the Jianghu and caused a huge splash, there would be no ripples after a decade or a hundred years.
Therefore, most of the Jianghu people were forgetful. They lived less than a hundred years at most. Seventy was a rare occurrence since ancient times. Li Chungang became famous too early. He was the best at a young age and was almost invincible at thirty. Who could compete with him? This old Sword God rose to fame early, but he also fell early. After he lost to Wang Xianzhi of the same generation, his wooden horse and ox were broken, and very few rumors of him entered the Jianghu. Over time, as his close friends and beauties turned to dust one after another, even some old antiques of the current Jianghu had a vague impression of Li Chungang, let alone those young and middle-aged Jianghu people.
To these people, not to mention the old but strong Wang Xianzhi, in terms of swordsmanship, Qi Xianxia of the Dragon Tiger Mountain and Wang Xiaoping of the Wudang Sect were on par with each other. However, compared to Deng Taia who was full of immortal aura, they were still inferior. Jianghu changed, but the one thing that remained unchanged was that swordsmen were always the most common in Jianghu. They were like carps crossing the river, densely packed together. Deng Taia was undoubtedly the only Sword God in the eyes of Jianghu today. However, this Sword God did not like carrying a sword, which was a strange thing.
If a sword user lost to a saber user or a spear user, he could say that he had lost. But if the saber user or the spear user brought out their best masters, who could beat Sword God Deng who did not use a sword? Rumor had it that Sword God Deng was born with the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear.
He could transform into three heads and six arms. There was a small yellow pear-wood sword box in his bag, which contained more than ten pocket-sized swords. They were like living creatures raised by the secret technique of the Wu family's Sword Tomb. They could eat meat when hungry and drink blood when thirsty. It was very mysterious. After they left the box, they could cut off the head on their neck without using Qi. Unfortunately, only the Lord of the Martial Emperor City had seen such a superb sword immortal skill. No matter how big the Jianghu was, Sword God Deng was qualified to look down on everyone else.
In the Martial Emperor City, nearly two thousand swords were unsheathed, forming a shocking sword curtain in the air.
Outside the city gate, a tired old donkey stomped its hooves and slowly entered the city. A young man dressed as a book attendant rode the donkey upside down. There was a scabbard hanging on his waist, but his sword was gone. With a face full of regret, he lowered his head and said to a middle-aged man who was leading the donkey, "Master, I bought this sword with great difficulty with copper coins and silver pieces. That Li Chungang said that he was going to borrow the sword in the city. Why did he not let go of mine? We haven't even reached the Martial Emperor City yet! Old Master, you too. You watched as the sword flew out of its scabbard and didn't help me stop it. If this matter were to spread out, how shameful would it be? At that time, where would you put your face? "
The middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance, but he habitually curled up the corner of his mouth, making it look like he was smiling all the time. At the same time, that unremarkable face of his also became gentle and mellow. He was holding a peach blossom that he plucked from somewhere. His fingers were twirling it gently. He raised his head and looked at the bitter face of the young man. He smiled and teased, "Isn't face all about your face?"
That young man who was supposed to be a book attendant was rather arrogant. He rode the donkey himself, and it was fine if he asked his master to lead the donkey on foot, but he even asked his master to carry his luggage. When he heard his master's teasing, he stared at him with his eyes wide open. Then, he became discouraged and asked worriedly, "This Li Chungang said that he was going to borrow the swords. He wouldn't refuse to return them, right?"
The man laughed and said, "Old Senior Li, if you didn't fight and just put on a show, I reckon that you would be in trouble. Think about it, if you lost control of almost two thousand swords, they would all fall from the sky and randomly scatter on the ground. When the time comes, would you be able to recognize which one is yours? Even if you could recognize it, there are so many heroic swordsmen who are going to snatch it. In addition, there are also some who are trying to take advantage of the chaos to steal it. With your small body, would you be able to snatch it back? If you want to return it to its rightful owner, you would have to burn incense! Besides, this is still considered good. If you really fought with Old Man Wang, most of these one thousand nine hundred swords would be gone. Then, your sword's aptitude would be average, and it wouldn't be able to withstand a casual wave from Old Man Wang. However, from what I see, Old Senior Li did a good job in borrowing the swords this time. Now that you have bought the swords, you won't be in the mood to do odd jobs for me. Touch your conscience and tell me, have you been half in the mood to cook these days? "
To be exact, the young man who was supposed to be a sword attendant said angrily, "Master, you are the one who talks the most. Once you start, there is no end to it. My ears are getting calluses from talking so much!"
The middle-aged man in coarse hemp clothes was indeed someone with a good temper. He chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, alright. I will shut up."
The young man who was supposed to be a sword attendant but had never carried a sword for his master sighed and said, "Master, can I talk to you about something?"
After leading the donkey into the city, the man who was standing on the main street and looking at the inner city wall smiled and said, "Old Senior Li and Old Man Wang are going to fight. Aren't you making things difficult for me?"
The sword attendant took a step back and said, "Master, why don't you take advantage of the chaos and pick up seventeen or eighteen swords for me? Anyway, Master, you are just picking up swords, not stealing or robbing. It doesn't matter! "
The man smiled knowingly and said, "Look, you were just saying where my face is. If I carry more than ten swords on my shoulders and run on the street, will I have face?"
The sword attendant's heart was as dead as ashes. He said with a sad face, "I have been working hard for more than six hundred years by your side. It wasn't easy for me to save seventeen taels of silver, and I spent all of them on swords. If I had known, I wouldn't have come to this bullshit Martial Emperor City. Bullshit!"
When the man saw that the young man was about to cry, he said with a headache, "Alright, alright. When there is no one around later, I will help you pick up a good sword."
The young man's face suddenly changed. He smiled brightly and said, "Master, are you tired? I will help you carry the book box."
The man laughed angrily and said, "How immoral. If I carry the book box for you, it will be the donkey who will be tired. It is better for me to be tired. "
The sword attendant grinned and looked up at the gloomy sword curtain above the city. He looked absent-minded and asked softly, "Master, who do you think will win if we really fight?"
The man smiled and said casually, "Unless we fight to the death, Old Man Wang has a much higher chance of winning this battle."
The sword attendant curled his lips and rolled his eyes, "This Li Chungang is too useless. He only knows how to create such a scene to scare people. Isn't he just an embroidered pillow?"
The man showed a rare dignified expression and said in a low voice, "Sanlu, don't be disrespectful to Senior Li!"
The young man saw that his master was angry, so he didn't dare to say anything and obediently said, "Oh." But then, with a face full of unwillingness, he said, "That Old Man Wang is just a dog sitting on a pile of dog dung, proclaiming himself as a king. If Old Master were to use your full strength, you would definitely beat him up until his parents wouldn't recognize him."
The man laughed and shook his head, "I won't count on it in this life."
The sword attendant, who didn't care about his master's identity, seemed to be angry at his master's failure and snorted in anger.
The man didn't care and said absent-mindedly, "You children naturally don't know what it means if Li Chungang wasn't born, swordsmanship would be as long as the night. For 500 years, there have been countless genius swordsmen, but only this senior's swordsmanship cultivation is on par with Ancestor Lu. As for me, I might be lucky enough to be better than Senior Li in killing people, but in terms of swordsmanship cultivation, I'm much weaker. "
The sword attendant only listened to the good words and said with a smile, "Isn't practicing swordsmanship for fighting and killing?"
The man smiled, "You've thought it through."
The young sword attendant riding on the donkey had the aura of a master.
The man stopped spinning the peach blossom branch and said in surprise, "It's here! You're lucky to see it. This fight is really going to happen. It's not all talk and no action. "
A loud voice came from the attic in the inner city, "Li Chungang, please come out of the city and fight with me in the sea!"
Countless people in the Martial Emperor City looked up at the same time. A burly white figure was like a comet that blasted from the top of the attic to the East Sea.
One thousand nine hundred swords pointed at the East Sea. One person jumped on the sword and flew to the East Sea.
The strongest battle in the world!
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