The East Sea Martial Emperor City had always been rumored to have three oddities. The oddities were that there were always more foreigners than locals in the city. The oddities were that the inner city wall was filled with weapons. The oddities were, of course, the number two in the world, who had lived for a hundred years. To the people of Liyang Jianghu, not having been to the Martial Emperor City meant that they had never been to the Jianghu. The first oddities were not strange. Every year, several Second Grade Master Realm and even First Grade masters would try to climb the city wall, hoping to become famous. For example, the Ninth Blade's Huang Ascending Tower had attracted top masters like Cao Changqing to watch the battle. As a result, the Martial Emperor City had attracted a large number of heroes who came to seek adventure. The second oddities were even more reasonable. If one failed to climb the tower, he had to leave his weapon on the wall. Old Monster Wang had dominated the Martial Emperor City for sixty years. In the first ten years, he often had to accept three or four challenges a day. Over time, the wall was filled with heavenly weapons, including the contribution of the Dongyue Sword Pool Suzerain, Song Nianqing. The third oddities were why Wang Xianzhi, who was the number one in the world, still claimed to be the number two in the world. No one knew the inside story. There were many weapon shops, pawnshops, and martial arts arenas in the Martial Emperor City. This was even easier to explain. What else could one do in the Martial Emperor City if not fight to become famous? Many of the heroes of today's world had fought their way to fame when they were young. However, the martial arts arenas in the city had been quiet recently. Indeed, the strange sword that entered the city a few days ago was too confusing. Last year, Beimang had overstepped its authority and established a ranking of ten people. Among the swordsmen, only the Peach Blossom Sword God, Đồng Thái, was listed. However, it was rumored that he had gone to the sea to visit the immortals and there was no news of him.
However, there was a sword that had been hovering outside the Martial Emperor City for a long time. When all the Jianghu people in the city had lost their patience, the sword finally moved. It was discovered by a child who threw stones at the sword. When the child hurriedly ran back home to tell his father, the father rolled his eyes and ignored him. He just treated it as if he had missed the fun. It was Wang Xianzhi's fourth disciple, Lou Huang. He was 46 years old and had the sword 'Bodhisattva Barbarian'. Lou Huang could be said to be an exceptional sword art prodigy. He took a crooked path of abandoning the Dao in pursuit of skills. It was like a person walking with a limp. However, Lou Huang only walked with one leg and was already far ahead in the Martial Emperor City. Wang Xianzhi once had the intention to let Lou Huang guard the pavilion when Song Nianqing ascended the pavilion for the second time. It was a pity that Song Nianqing had died suddenly. However, Lou Huang's attainment in sword arts was imaginable. Wang Xianzhi once had the intention to let Lou Huang guard the pavilion when Song Nianqing ascended the pavilion for the second time. It was a pity that Song Nianqing suddenly died. However, Lou Huang's attainment in sword arts was imaginable. Lou Huang sat cross-legged with his sword across his knees and waited for two hours. When the flying sword arrived at the city wall at the speed of a turtle, Lou Huang unsheathed his sword and used the tip of his sword to block the sword. However, the sword that entered the city was extremely weak. However, Lou Huang's Bodhisattva Barbarian didn't seem to be affected at all. Lou Huang then stood up and rode the Bodhisattva Barbarian. His body followed the unsheathed sword and retreated step by step. Six hours later, Lou Huang's Qi was exhausted and his tendons were broken. However, he still couldn't stop the nameless sword from trembling. In the next six hours, it was the City Lord's third disciple, Lin Ya, who took over the responsibility of blocking the sword. Lin Ya was 32 years old and was also a beauty on the Rouge Scale. Her figure was as tall as the men from the Northern Lands. Her figure was majestic and had a unique charm that made people gasp in amazement. She was the world's number one fist master. However, no matter how hard she punched the sword, she still couldn't stop the sword from moving forward at a constant speed. For the last punch, Lin Ya soared into the sky and smashed down. The buildings within a radius of a hundred feet below the sword were all smashed into pieces. The violent Lin Ya obviously couldn't accept this result. She ran like crazy and carried a large cauldron back from the martial arts field. She smashed it onto the sword as if it was a joke to her. She still couldn't do anything. Lin Ya sat on the ground dejectedly with a dull look in her eyes. Then, it was the Qi Refinement Grandmaster Gong Banque's turn. As the oldest among Wang Xianzhi's four disciples, Gong Banque was bald and had nine rings on his head. Instead of wearing a kasaya, he wore a Daoist robe. It was rumored that he possessed the physique of a Buddha's Vajra, but he also possessed six types of Daoist Finger Mystic Arts and was proficient in Qi Refinement Mystical Arts. Gong Banque's moves were indeed dazzling. He didn't come into close contact with the sword like his junior martial brother Lou Huang and junior martial sister Lin Ya. Instead, he stood in the inner city's pavilion. Every time he waved his sleeves, he would pick up a weapon from the wall. As a result, the Martial Emperor City had to listen to six hours of thunderous sounds of bells and drums. Some of the citizens with weak inner strength were in so much pain that they wished they were dead. They all ran out of the city to seek refuge. Gong Banque waved his 107 sleeves and picked up 107 weapons. Seventy to eighty percent of them were destroyed in the collision. In the end, the sword was less than twenty feet away from the pavilion. The entire Martial Emperor City felt that even if the City Lord were to personally make a move, he wouldn't be able to block the sword from entering the pavilion unless he used all his strength.
Afterwards, Wang Xianzhi's eldest disciple, Groom Yu, who rarely showed his face, stood in front of the sword. However, no one saw what really happened at the top of the city wall. Only after the outcome was revealed and the rumors were spread that Groom Yu had struck out with his saber and blocked the "unreasonable" sword that sought not to be fast but to be slow. In fact, Yu Groom did not bring his saber at all. Instead, he floated in front of the long sword and slowly circled it. When the tip of the flying sword was less than six feet away from the attic, he stood in front of the long sword again, closed his eyes, and gently pressed his two fingers on the tip of the sword.
At this moment, on the top floor of the attic, there was a scene that no one could imagine. The burly Old Monster Wang in hemp clothes and shoes stood at the window overlooking the city. Inside the attic sat the monster who ate swords. What was even more amusing was that the atmosphere in the attic was not tense at all. This was because the Old Monster Eating Sword was sitting cross-legged and drinking a pot of wine. A half-squatting girl in green was pulling at the old monster's white eyebrows and tying them together seriously. The expression on her small face was unusually serious, and her movements were even more meticulous. The Old Monster Eating Sword, whose real name was no longer known by the Jianghu, was not angry. Instead, he smiled and allowed the little girl to mess around. The way he looked at her was a little strange. When Yu Groom's feet left the ground and his body was suspended in the air, his two fingers finally pressed the tip of the sword down by half an inch. Wang Xianzhi nodded, turned around and sat opposite Sui Xie Gu. The little girl in green raised her hand and shook the knot made by the white eyebrows. She smiled brightly at the city master of the Martial Emperor City as if she was asking for praise. Wang Xianzhi, who had never smiled in front of his four disciples, smiled slightly and waved his hand. The little girl in green shook her head. Obviously, the white eyebrows of the old grandpa were more interesting. She continued to squat and tie the knot carefully.
The Old Monster Eating Sword smiled and said, "You've done your best for Li Chungang. It's just that with his stubborn temper, he doesn't care about the reincarnation of Buddhism. He doesn't want to be a free and unfettered celestial being, nor is he willing to continue his fate in the afterlife. Li Chungang is Li Chungang. A lifetime of grievances, a lifetime of injustice, a lifetime of justice. This is the Sword God that even you, Wang Xianzhi, are willing to admire. Li Chungang will die in every lifetime, so the green robe of Fengdu will die with him. As for Đồng Thái, even if he returns from visiting immortals, his sword skills and sword path won't lose to Li Chungang. To you and me, he's still not as appetizing as Li Chungang. "
Wang Xianzhi said indifferently, "Yu Groom can only borrow the remaining power of half of Building Wild Forest Crow Palace to block half of your sword. Why did you stop this sword? "
The Old Monster Eating Sword ignored him and lowered his head to smile at the little girl in green, "Little girl, go to the wall and get a good sword for this old grandpa to drink with."
The little girl, who looked full of spiritual energy, raised her head and made an 'oh' sound. She jogged out and obediently raised her butt to lie on the city wall. She pulled out a long sword with some difficulty and carried it back into the pavilion while holding the sword hilt with both hands. Sui Xie Gu laughed heartily. He broke off an inch of the sword tip with two fingers and threw it into his mouth. Seeing the little girl in green looking at him eagerly as if she was craving for food, the Old Monster Eating Sword laughed, "Don't learn from this old grandpa to eat swords. Otherwise, when you grow up, you'll scare away men."
Sui Xie Gu saw that the child continued to focus on his white eyebrows and said to Wang Xianzhi, "Since you let a few disciples block my sword, it's obvious that you don't want to fight with me. It's fine, I don't have the confidence to win now. I reckon that Đồng Thái will be back soon. Compared to fighting with you, I'm more interested in knowing if it's worth it for Li Chungang to lend him his sword from ten thousand miles away. If I win against Đồng Thái when he's at his peak, my chances of winning will be higher if I fight with you. However, according to your temper of not rejecting anyone, why would you let your disciple show his face like this? You don't look like an old man who's about to die, why would you do something like entrusting an orphan to someone? "
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