Chapter 704: Kenshin Mingcheng
Before Jiang Baichuan’s accident, when people in the world mentioned him, they would give him a thumbs up and respectfully call him “The Hundred-Armed Sword Immortal”.
What is the Hundred-Armed Sword Immortal?
One is speed, the other is skill. He knows thousands of sword recipes in the world, and his arms are like thousands of shadows when he swings them. One sword shadow can use one style of sword, and he can use thousands of swords in the blink of an eye. Swordsmanship is called the Hundred-Armed Sword Immortal.
Such amazing skills also earned him the title of "Invincible Under the Black Star".
In the world, no matter whether he is a master or a mediocre player, no one will doubt whether he can break through to the Xuanxing realm.
Everything is just time.
Everyone has even speculated that although Jiang Baichuan is old, will he one day surpass Ning Baimei and become the next number one in the world?
But after his accident, no one hoped that he could break through Xuan Xing.
Yes... maybe, but that is also the "Lord", Huijue, someone who stands on the same line as the Master Xiaoyu Pavilion.
They are the public enemies of the world.
After the battle at Xiaoyu Pavilion, Jiang Baichuan fled, and his voice was not heard or seen for several months. Many people were relieved, but also worried.
There is no movement, which means that he is not in good condition.
But it is also possible that he is making a breakthrough in retreat.
Until today, everything has been revealed.
He broke through, but instead of lighting up the Xuanxing, he took a strange path that no one had ever traveled before!
The only way?
What is the only way?
Such a question flashed through Li Jingzhe’s mind.
The next moment, densely packed broken swords passed through his body.
The long sword stood upright, the sword energy circulated, and the Ming Jian Zhi Shi Pai glowed with black light, forming an illusory shield around him, but it only withstood three breaths.
Blood exploded on him.
Hong Zhi on the side was not much better.
The broken sword scraped a big gash on his beautiful face, and then hit his armor like raindrops, making a dense clanging sound. He swung the spear so that water could not be poured into it, with huge power. But he kept pushing him back.
But in just three or four breaths, the jaws of his hands were shattered, the spear was knocked away, and several corners of the armor on his body were broken off. The broken sword penetrated the blood mist on his body, killing him. Overturned to the ground.
This is already true for Dongtian level experts, let alone others.
The hundreds of elite Forbidden Forces had no resistance at all.
The military technique they used together just now was broken, and they were all injured. Now they were drenched by the fine rain of swords. They groaned in pain and fell from the roof of the library. They didn't know whether they were alive or dead.
The emissaries who were a little further away drew their swords to fight, but one by one their swords were knocked away and pierced through their bodies. They fell to the ground wailing in pain, like harvested wheat.
Even the golden formation disk in the sky cracked under the bombardment of these broken swords, and finally exploded!
Outside the main altar of Xuanmeng, all the magicians, including Ning Wuwang, shed bloody tears from their eyes, spurted blood from their mouths, and fell down with groans.
This terrifying rain of swords also fell on Hua Wuying and the junior brothers and sisters behind him.
"No! Stop!"
Hua Wuying yelled and subconsciously raised his hands.
He didn't swing his sword. Maybe it was too late to draw the sword, or maybe he felt that it was useless to draw the sword. He just raised his hand in vain to protect it in front of him.
But what he was protecting was not himself, but the terrified and doubtful junior brothers and sisters behind him.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still.
The former disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance looked up at Jiang Baichuan in the sky.
Once they looked at him with only respect, love and admiration in their eyes.
But now, there is only fear, resentment, and avoidance.
Maybe at this moment, not many of them were afraid of the impending death.
Just as Hua Wuying once shouted in front of Jiang Baichuan, these disciples died once as early as the day they entered the hell. That time, they were stabbed by Jiang Baichuan knife.
So what difference will it make if I get stabbed by him again today?
But there was one person who was unwilling.
There is a person who is afraid.
Hua Wuying is afraid.
After Jiang Baichuan left, he couldn't bear to see his junior brothers and sisters wandering around and being looked down upon by others.
The Wulin League was not founded by Jiang Baichuan alone, many people contributed to it.
When this main altar was built, they were only in their teens, and they carried bricks and wood and participated in building houses and buildings every day. When the Wulin Alliance recruited small and medium-sized sects to join the alliance, these disciples also traveled thousands of miles away from home to persuade and drink one by one to help mediate one matter.
Those secret books, those wealth, and those reputations were not accumulated by Jiang Baichuan alone.
Hua Wuying knows better than anyone how much the junior brothers and sisters have silently shouldered.
He couldn't bear to ask them to give up everything and leave and become stray dogs in the world.
So, he tried his best to gather them together, not letting anyone get separated, and to build a mysterious alliance.
Whose dream is Xuanmeng? Is it Jiang Baichuan's dream?
Maybe, but Hua Wuying established the Xuan Alliance because he hoped that people like him would not be separated, so that everyone could be together and go further, to the future that everyone had envisioned and imagined when they were young.
It’s the same now.
He is more afraid of death than anyone else.
None of these people behind me can die.
But this rain of swords will not let anyone go.
If possible, Hua Wuying hopes... that he can stop this sword rain.
Then, the sword rain stopped.
In other words, it was only him and the rain of swords in front of them that stopped.
The violent rain of broken swords was still roaring, but all the iron sword fragments in front of Hua Wuying were suspended in the air, hovering in front of his raised hands.
He looked at the stopped iron sword fragments in shock, and the first thought that came to his mind was that Jiang Baichuan had spared them.
But soon he realized something was wrong - he could sense them!
He could sense the sword intention of Jiang Baichuan on these fragments, "moving forward indomitably, seeing nothing in his eyes", but something in his heart was invading them bit by bit, and even swallowed up Jiang Baichuan and stayed in them. The sword intention!
“Oh?”
Jiang Baichuan sensed something in the sky, turned his head and looked here.
The next moment, the rain of swords instantly returned and condensed into a long sword in his hand.
Only this time, the iron sword in his hand was missing a notch.
There are still some iron sword fragments still suspended in front of Hua Wuying.
Hua Wuying felt clear in her heart.
Under the surprised eyes of the junior brothers and sisters behind him, he lowered his hands.
The iron sword fragments fell to the ground with a sound.
"I see."
Jiang Baichuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Wuying, this is your sword's heart."
"This is my sword's heart."
Hua Wuying looked at Jiang Baichuan from a distance, but his voice was extremely cold: "You always said that I have too many distracting thoughts in my heart and cannot move forward without seeing anything - now, I understand."
"I'm leaving. Not your way.”
"You want to be invincible, but what I want is peace and joy."
"The heart of my sword is to protect relatives and friends, and to keep my heart guarded."
At this time, he , then drew out the long sword and pointed it at Jiang Baichuan in the sky.
On the ground, countless people fell to the ground, and blood flowed into pools. I don’t know how many people died in this sword rain.
Jiang Baichuan was hovering in the sky, his expression indifferent, like a devil.
"Jiang Baichuan!"
Hua Wuying said in a shocked voice: "For the sake of the peace of the world, I will kill you one day!"
His voice was like thunder, shaking the sky!
"Hehe...hehehahaha..."
Jiang Baichuan grinned after hearing this. After a few laughs, blood dripped from his mouth and nose, and his face changed. He became even more gray and aged. Obviously, after this battle, he was not as relaxed as he looked.
But he didn't seem to care, he just raised his head, moved towards the sky, and disappeared.
Only a cold and unusual message was left in the wind.
"I'll wait for you."
(End of this chapter)