Capítulo 1339: Chapter 26: Kunlun (Part 1)
Vast and mighty, the white snow hangs in the long sky.
The entire Kunlun Ruins were shaken.
The Supre Taoist looked at the Snow Mountain Jade Dragon and only withdrew his gaze after a long ti, saying, “Using Jade Pot Mountain to strike at Kunlun, I never expected him to have such grandeur. This move, compared to Murong Qingxue five years ago, with a single sword strike covering three thousand miles, how does it compare?”
The scholarly gentleman in a blue robe suddenly beca reticent at this mont, frowned slightly, and still said:
“Not as good.”
After a brief pause, he added:
“Not far off.”
The Supre Taoist said, “Not as good, not far off, indeed, you thought so too. Although I didn’t see it in person at the ti, the sharpness of the Sword Qi from that individual on Qingfeng Edge was rare in ancient tis. The Sword Qi from hundreds of famous swords on Myriad Swords Peak is actually not as sharp as the wooden sword in her hand.”
The man in the blue robe said dismissively, “Apart from that Three Fools Sword, the rest are all just scrap tal.”
To outsiders, the conversation between two elderly figures at the foot of the mountain seed like casual chit-chat.
High above, two figures in white laughed heartily.
The entire Kunlun Ruins were trampled underfoot by him. The youthful figure ahead, who was clearly already sixty years into his lifespan, still appeared remarkably handso with snow-white eyebrows. From head to toe, he donned white clothes, blending with the snow of Kunlun Mountain, yet remained motionless. With a tilt of his wrist, the Jade Dragon draped across the heavenly river.
A massive amount of snow clashed with the air, producing a reverberating thunder that shook Heaven and Earth.
The Kunlun Ruins shook several tis.
The scholarly gentleman in a blue robe, along with a white-haired Taoist robe, paused their conversation and looked up at the sky. Although the expression of the young white-clad figure in the sky remained arrogant and unruly, there was a solemnity in his gaze. Behind him, the white robe and the heavenly snow ford a Triple Talent Array of the Taoist Sect.
An elderly figure appeared in the Kunlun Ruins.
Although clad in a brown hemp garnt, his stature was exceptionally tall, his gaze impatient as he looked up.
At the foot of Kunlun Ruins.
On the pure white snow, an elderly man with severed legs and arms sat cross-legged, his beard disheveled. Beside him sat a youth, earthy in appearance, with a sword strapped to his back, giving him the only bit of dignity.
The sword was nad Three Fools.
A matched sword of the Sword Saint a hundred years ago.
Xie Shan shook off the accumulated snow from his body. It was colder here than Heavenly Mountain, but he was no longer the Xie Zhenbai of yesteryear who trembled like a quail atop the peak. The Inner Strength inside him had ford an extensive network of rivers and seas, with countless streams converging into great rivers that flowed into the sea, a force of its own.
The ager changes in external climate could no longer affect him.
Yet he still wrapped himself tightly in layers of quilts and cotton jackets, like a stead bun, having once feared poverty and cold. Now that he was no longer in need, he still thought that having one more layer was beneficial.
Xie Shan looked at the swirling, howling Jade Dragon in the sky and understood why the person before him, who no longer dazzled the Jianghu as in the past, traveled all this way, bringing him here.
He took a deep breath, his expression solemn.
The Divine Weapon on his back trembled.
This was likely the most significant move in the entire world in a century.
Even so, his eyes couldn’t help but glance at the side, where two people sat in the snow several dozen ters away, beneath a green stone carved with four large characters, “Kunlun Here”; one was a thin old man, the other a youth about his age.
The young man seed to sense Xie Shan’s gaze and looked over at him.
Those eyes were sharp and indifferent, making Xie Shan shiver subconsciously. Then the inheritor of the Sword Saint’s matched sword saw the scars on the left and right sides of that young man’s face, which, although they had been there for years, still looked terrifying, paired with the young man’s cold and indifferent gaze, there was a natural imposing aura.
Xie Shan was montarily stunned, but still returned a friendly smile.
Only then did he withdraw his gaze.
His calves beneath his robe felt a bit weak.
The Heavenly Mountain Sword Overlord, standing like a stone statue, rasped, “Soone who has endured the tornts of an assassin and still endures, shows remarkable tenacity…”
“The old man is called Su Gu.”
“Su Gu?”
Xie Shan instinctively repeated.
The Sword Overlord said indifferently:
“In the world, there are many martial artists, many scholars. Martial artists kill with swords, while scholars kill with pens. But during the era of the Seven Kingdoms, the contention of a hundred schools, those more deserving of death than him are few.”
“He played a significant role during the chaos of those tis.”
“Though he didn’t wield a sword, the people who died because of him are more nurous than any swordsman could compare, leaving ten households empty, all because of Su Gu.”
Xie Shan couldn’t help but shiver.
He looked up to see Su Gu smile at him—a gentle, calm smile, the sort cultivated from reading and understanding. The Sword Overlord made no visible movent, yet the Sword Qi carved a deep mark between the four of them, saying:
“Focus and watch.”
Xie Shan nodded, held his breath, and looked up at Kunlun.
Su Gu withdrew his gaze and said warmly, “Aping, look carefully.”
Aping said, “Yes.”
After a brief pause, he asked:
“Who is that person?”
Su Gu gazed at the two figures erging on Kunlun Mountain and said:
“Soone reputed to be the First Grandmaster in the Jianghu, with strong strength, exceptionally strong, and a stubborn, awkward temperant. Yet he embodies purity and steadfastness, and among martial artists with grandmasterly skills across the world, few can match him.”
“His Inner Strength is especially exquisite, and his insight is extraordinary.”
“This technique of controlling snow to form a dragon is possessed by him alone in the world.”
“The Manor Master of The Number One Manor in the World can counter a sea tide with a single full-strength palm to return the waves to the East Sea, but may not necessarily break this Jade Dragon. The snow is from the three great spiritual veins on Jade Pot Mountain, snow that hasn’t lted for a thousand years, with a Qi chanism that is complicated and chaotic. To be able to control the Heaven and Earth Qi chanism with one’s own Qi chanism, if he’s willing to learn the Taoist Sect’s Sword Control Dharma, he can master it in a day.”
Aping nodded silently, shifting his gaze to see the old man in a hemp garnt.
Having once added fuel to the fire in the chaos of the Seven Kingdoms, had set plots, using the White Tiger Hall, Sword Forging Valley, Heavenly Mountain’s abandoned disciple, the strategist in eradicating Wang Anfeng on several occasions noticed Aping’s gaze, looked up at the old man, and said:
“The other one… are you curious?”
“Yes.”
“He…”
With hands stained with blood, the strategist, deserving more than death, said softly:
“He is the sky of this Jianghu.”
In the Kunlun Ruins, the white-clad figure from the Northern Frontier, upon seeing that elder appear, unleashed a Qi chanism that surged increasingly stronger, soaring to the sky, his brow flying high, and loudly said:
“Old Kunlun, you’ve finally co out!”
“Do you still rember the enmity from years ago? Today, I co to seek you out!”
The elderly figure in the Kunlun Ruins looked puzzled, then frowned, asking:
“Who are you?”
The white-clad figure’s expression froze. Anger rising in his heart, he coldly said:
“You don’t know ?”
The old man in hemp clothing thought for a mont, then beca completely impatient, asking:
“I’ve killed many martial figures in my life, and countless more have suffered disgrace at my hands. Which one are you?”
The white-clad figure was montarily dazed, then laughed wildly, spreading his arms, and loudly declared:
“Who am I considered to be? Who am I?!”
“Today, I’ll make sure you rember, my na is Dugu Mohe. Rember it!”
“Co up and fight !”
The old man in Kunlun Ruins wore a look of impatience, gazing up at the majestic skyscape around him, observing the centuries-old swirling frost and snow on Jade Pot Mountain. He withdrew his gaze, extended his right hand, and said:
“Co.”
Dugu Mohe showed no restraint.
With just a cold laugh, he raised his hand. The white-clad man behind him placed his palms on his shoulders, forming the unity of the three talents, and unleashed a Qi chanism that exceeded the Great Grandmaster.
The Jade Dragon shook Kunlun.
The dragon’s roar shook the nine heavens.
A snow dragon, surging wildly from Jade Pot Mountain, soared into the vast sky, growing ever longer until it seed as massive as the Kunlun Ruins, whirling and howling. Every scale and armor was remarkably clear. With its head held high in a long cry, it lunged towards that elder.
For three hundred miles, winds and clouds surged, phenona rose and fell, snow fell in sumr.
Sitting alone on the Snow Mountain for thirty years nurturing intent!
Trekking ten thousand miles nurturing Qi!
Releasing with anger!
With just this one move, it rivals three thousand miles of sword light on Qingfeng Edge.
The old man in hemp remained indifferent, gazing at the snow dragon massive with Qi chanism and spiritual charm.
As the Jade Dragon of pure and imnse Qi chanism approached, he planted his feet into the ground, raised a hand, and seized the dragon’s head.
The Jade Dragon’s Qi chanism roared like thunder.
He pulled the entire snow dragon from the clouds down to earth.
The dragon’s tail, like a whip, struck heavily on Dugu Mohe, and then the entire snow dragon was directly pulled down and slamd onto the ground.
Centuries of accumulated wind and snow from Jade Pot Mountain crashed onto the thousand-mile Kunlun mountain range.
Kunlun was entirely white within a day.
PS: The first update of the day is presented here…
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