Xuanzhou boundary, Bailin Mountain.
Nangong Duanjian, the Sword God, sat leisurely on the mountain rock, with the legendary divine blade — Broken Sword — placed by his side.
Here he has sat for over six days.
Six days ago, auspicious day led the Peacock Remnant to attack the Heavenly Gate Pass; Nangong Duanjian ca here to confront two Supre warriors from Daqian across the distance.
Later, as auspicious day retreated, Qing Yu engaged in a battle with Pei Dongliu, and Nangong Duanjian continued to confront the two from afar.
Even when Yama sensed the release of an Extre Move from the hand bones of the Ghost Emperor, Nangong Duanjian sparred briefly with the two.
Unfortunately, the fight quickly ended with the opponents' retreat, leaving him unsatisfied.
Now, both Daqian and Hou Qian have retreated, starting a tacit cold war again, but Nangong Duanjian remains seated here, not having left.
Only because he has a premonition, a swordman's premonition, a warrior's premonition, he feels that an unprecedented grand battle is about to happen soon, right here.
To not miss out on this battle, even with Daqian retreating and the Nine Heavens scattering, Nangong Duanjian continues to stay here.
"Sword God······"
The deep blue cloak concealed the figure, Elder Shiming appeared silently behind the Sword God and said, "We have found out; several days ago, the person who killed the Divine Captors of Six Gates, Ning Wuming, near the border of Zhenwu Seven Peaks is none other than Xiao Qianxiu, Manor Master of Yu Jian Manor. Before this, the ethereal and resolute sword montum appeared on a peak outside Yu Jian Manor.
I personally went to investigate and found out that the person defeated by Xiao Qianxiu was the Great Sword Master of Sword Discussion Hall at Sword God Lake, 'Clear Sky Bixue' Zhong Qingling."
"Xiao Qianxiu······ Descendant of Master Xiao and Senior Yun Jue?"
Nangong Duanjian seed to recall past years, his voice, like a blade, powerful and firm, now carried a touch of nostalgia, "In a flash, one hundred and fifty years have passed, and finally, among Master Xiao's descendants, there is one promising. Xiao Qianxiu, very good."
"Zhong Qingling, the Great Sword Master, was also a famous warrior in Sword Discussion Hall back in the day, but unfortunately······"
In that battle one hundred and fifty years ago, no one knows how many swordn had their Sword Heart destroyed by this Sword God. Zhong Qingling was among those who left a mark on Nangong Duanjian.
The Great Sword Master of Sword God Lake had actually been no different from dead long ago.
"The old sword shines no more, and the old man is no longer strong. Ultimately, Zhong Qingling, the Great Sword Master, grew old and fell apart. But being able to defeat him, Xiao Qianxiu indeed piques my interest."
"I hope beneath my sword, there will be one more person to sharpen my blade."
Nangong Duanjian yearns for opponents because the Sword Path is not like the Buddhism doctrines, where pure cultivation alone enhances one's cultivation. The sword, similar to the blade, is a type of weapon, and since its inception, has always been linked with fighting.
Whether it's the Sword Path or the Sword Dao, neither can grow rely through solitary practice, both need opponents of sufficient caliber.
Thus, the more Xiao Qianxiu advances, the more excited Nangong Duanjian becos. Perhaps, he might relive that grand battle from one hundred and fifty years ago.
"Sword God, recently Buried Sword Peak has been particularly active. They've found soone who resonates with the Sword Intent on the Holy Sword Stele and attempt to unseal Sword God Lake. They wish to see the reergence of a supre swordman." Elder Shiming seed to inquire Nangong Duanjian's opinion, yet simultaneously stated what he knew.
"Isn't that great?" Nangong Duanjian smiled, "Had it not been necessary those years ago, I still would have liked to explore beneath the Sword God Lake to see what kind of formidable Sword Intent the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sky Demon left behind! Now with Buried Sword Peak attempting to unseal, it coincides with my intentions.
As for a supre swordman, it's also a good thing. It would be best if a Sword God erged to contend with , the Sword God."
Nangong Duanjian has no worry at all, for he believes in himself, believes in the sword in his hand.
This is a person who does not succumb to loneliness, as well as one filled with a hot-blooded arrogance. The title "Sword God" caused the Sword Dao to decline for one hundred and fifty years, and now as the Sword Dao seems to finally show signs of revival, Nangong Duanjian is filled with joy.
Whether it's Xiao Qianxiu or the person who resonates with the Sword Intent on the Holy Sword Stele, they all bring enough interest to the Sword God.
However······
Before this, only one person could turn the Sword God's interest into motivation!
"Shiming, go investigate and see what that group from Buried Sword Peak has achieved." Nangong Duanjian suddenly said.
The words ca sowhat abruptly, and the tone was a bit hurried, not matching Nangong Duanjian's usual style. However, Elder Shiming trusted the Sword God, so he followed the orders despite being puzzled.
After Elder Shiming left, Nangong Duanjian held the hilt of the Broken Sword at his side, staring intensely and excitedly to the left.
Where there, a figure in harmony with heaven and earth stood elegantly, seemingly eternal and ancient.
The mountain wind brushed his sleeves, his three thousand black hairs swayed in disarray, and yet seed to carry a certain rhythm. He rged with heaven and earth, seeming omnipresent, ethereal, and shape-shifting, while possessing a strong sense of existence. Wherever he stands, that place becos the center of the universe.
"Tai, Shang—" Nangong Duanjian regarded this figure, enunciating each word.
The supre warrior of the world, the Dao Master of the Supre Taoist Sect, direct descendant of the Dao Ancestor, Supre Taoist Master, revealed his presence in this little-known mountain peak.
And alongside him, the second on the Heavenly List, the Sword God, the Central Plains' closest to the Supre Taoist Master in strength.
"Sword God."
The Supre Taoist Master slowly turned, his face ordinary yet embodying heaven and earth, enveloping a realm within his seemingly simple fra.
"Battle !"
In an impassioned shout, Nangong Duanjian drew his sword, the brilliance of Broken Sword casting darkness over the heavens, such that even the sun in the sky faded at its light. Fortunately, only the Supre Taoist Master and the Sword God could truly witness the true form of this sword. To everyone else, even to this land, they were beyond seeing this sword.
Because this sword strikes, all surrounding mountains and peaks shatter entirely, not from the sweep of Blade Energy, but from being unable to exist within the Sword God's Sword Intent domain.
Beneath the domineering Sword Intent, nothing survives, even to approach requires adequate strength or rather sufficient hardness.
Facing this sword, the Supre Taoist Master remained utterly unmoved, with the mountain rock beneath his feet untouched. Not only the rock, but a distance of one foot around him, connected to the sky, down to the earth, is perfectly unhard. It's like a Heaven Pillar, anciently stationary, undamaged.
"Supre Unbeaten."
In the calm words, no fluctuation is heard, yet the phrase "Supre Unbeaten" seems to have reality proving its truth.
The brilliance of Nangong Duanjian's sword crumbled upon nearing a foot of the Supre Taoist Master, as if the substantial sword light sliced a space gap, completely vanishing into that slice of blackness.
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