Off the coast of Yan Kingdom, the bright silver sword light shines in all directions.
Zu, Da Zhiyi, the Eight Kings of Taihang, and the giant whale in the sky all cast their gazes at the strange man who broke into the battlefield.
He holds a sword and looks like a god.
High above, a Rakshasa-like statue lowered its eyebrows. It carried a huge fan and whispered: "Who taught you this swordsmanship?"
What responded to Zu was the vibration of the air.
“Buzz——!”
The sea of clouds rolled, forced back by the sword light, and retreated in all directions, revealing the stars and the full moon hanging in the sky.
Gu Yan chanted in a low voice, and flames like flowing clouds enveloped him. The sword in his hand was burning hot, and the sword almost melted into the light. He walked on the battlefield, crossed the Great Zhiyi, and crossed the ruins of the tower.
The altar made of blood, and the blood mist that filled the air seemed to bring him back to the past.
On the eve of the Age of Rise, the ancient clans brought about disaster due to their arrogance. The ancestors left the prophecy of the Rise long ago, and all power was born for this. Human beings occupy the throne of the world with an overwhelming advantage, overlooking all spirits.
His elders, those who are unwilling to step into the cemetery with half a foot, covet this era and dream of claiming nature as before.
Taihang Mountain.
The mountains that buried the dark ambition of the imperial capital for thousands of years.
Mountain God Nanzhu.
As the name suggests, it lights up the dark night like a candle. Gu Yan still remembers that scene. The snake-like shadow was swimming in the clouds, raising its head and roaring. The young man in ancient clothes was sitting at the same height as the mountains, judging them.
Arrogance and greed. Until the end, the unwilling ones activated the altar, rain of blood poured down, and human corpses flooded in, just like now.
Gu Yan exhaled softly.
The Gu family, a clan that had been glorious for thousands of years, was a complicated and intertwined clan. Among them, the people he cared about were dead, and the people he didn't care about were also dead. He should have thrown the Vajra Relic that summoned the Buddha to him with the fury of revenge.
Dragon, but he found that he couldn't do it. People must have a sense of right and wrong, whether to destroy the dragon or the blood sacrifice golem... He didn't know if that decision was correct, but at least, he would not be ashamed of it.
At this point, he abandoned everything in the imperial capital, stepped into this complicated and chaotic era, and danced with it.
When all he has to do is done, he will finally swing his sword at that god.
For his close relatives.
"So, you came to my mountain gate to practice swordsmanship so that you can raise your sword against Lord Taihang in the future?" That day, in the heavy snow, he came to Laojun Mountain and met the real person recorded in the ancestral land.
Before that, he had been to many places.
Dragon Tiger, Wudang, he didn't get the answer, and that day, accompanied by the bitter wind and snow, he didn't have any hope. But the real man spoke and said: "Go to the mortal world to find a person. If you find him, he will teach you."
Your swordsmanship is as good as that of Lord Taihang. I don't have this kind of swordsmanship, so you have nowhere to practice it."
"who?"
"Xuanmiao Guan, Su Chengzi."
"Hahahaha! You heard what that old guy said and you are looking for me? Do you want me to teach you unparalleled swordsmanship?" The old Taoist wearing tattered clothes burst into laughter.
"Yes." Gu Yan just nodded.
"Okay!" The old Taoist brushed his sleeves and took out a wine bottle and put it in front of Gu Yan, "Drink it clean and then tell me what taste it tastes like. By the way, I'll teach you!"
"Tell me, what does it smell like?"
Gu Yan was silent for a long time, "It has no taste, it's as light as water."
There was another long silence, but the one who was silent was the old Taoist priest in tattered clothes. He raised his head and stared at Gu Yan for a long, long time, so long that Gu Yan suspected that the other person could even count his hair.
Finally, the old Taoist stood up and patted Gu Yan on the shoulder.
"Let's go."
"is it wrong?"
"No, not exactly."
"From today on, I will teach you unparalleled swordsmanship. This is a thing passed down from our old Su family. You, the ancient clan who stay in the imperial capital all day long to play power, should also have this kind of skill. As for why no one knows in the end, I don't know.
Say you know why. How can people who are greedy for profit and think about power all day long understand the Tao and the Dharma?"
"You are the eldest son of the Gu family. Even someone like me, who doesn't care about the imperial capital, knows that you are the most stable person in power among the younger generation, and a person like you actually has the conditions to learn to be unparalleled. I will not break my promise, Old Su, to teach you
That's it. But I still have a question to ask you, do you know why this swordsmanship is called 'unparalleled'?"
"I don't know, kid."
"Wushuang, the wielder of the sword can only swing it once. That sword will shock the world and make ghosts and gods weep!"
Su Chengzi turned around suddenly and stared into Gu Yan's eyes, "Remember, it's only once!"
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"Only one time!"
The old Taoist words echoed in Gu Yan's mind.
He knew why it was only once.
At this moment, he and the sword in his hand melted into the silver light, and the terrifying sword energy that erupted not only included the spiritual energy, but also included his soul and flesh and blood.
It should have been facing the dragon.
he thinks.
The dusty demons under the altar stood behind them, but the god-like existence in front of them was the enemy.
But it doesn’t matter…
Gu Yan closed his eyes and raised his sword. The flames of flowing clouds that enveloped him gathered on the blade of the sword, engraved with ancient primitive seal characters. He looked high into the sky. Above the clouds, a giant Rakshasa-like face was whispering. There seemed to be a touch of familiarity in his eyes.
Flash past.
God statue fan.
Da Zhiyi and the giant whale roared together.
The scarlet eyeballs squirm.
Silver sword light covers the world!
All without words, everything goes into the sword.
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In the snowy field, on the wooden boat, Qing Yan lifted the wine pot.
She looked into the distance.
The dry river was shaking, and the sound of rolling water was like thunder.
Dark clouds pushed in from a distance, accompanied by heavy rain, and the neighing of skeletons under the heavy rain.
The Wolf King looked into the distance warily.
There, green will-o'-the-wisps flickered, and the giant thing rose up under the black wave.
But Qingyan grasped the brass handle of the Cang Ming Knife, pulled it out, raised it, and faced the menacing black waves.
"Is that all?" she said.
"Roar——!" The monsters in the depths of the ocean roared, twisting their bodies, and making harsh and strange friction sounds between bones.
The next moment, they were split open.
Along with the waves.
The light of the sword was as sharp as the sky and cut the entire incoming stream of water into two!
"Boom——!" A heavy slamming sound sounded. Qing Yan dragged the knife towards the black tide, and the blade drew a long line on the river bed. At the same time, the entire snowfield trembled, and dark shadows stood up from all directions, lowering their voices.
Roar, roar, these are the spirits of the snowfield that have died long ago, but now, they are awakened by the emperor and fight with him!
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The country of Yan, the land near the sea.
The black tide pushed forward wantonly, and heavy rain poured down.
The tower collapsed and shattered under Zu's power, and people lost their last line of defense against the vast sea.
All the lands and cities are in chaos.
Crying, asking for help, wailing, the tide devours the earth, the dead devour the living,
Above the black tide, a huge and boundless skeleton stands. It is a king and the ancestor of the extremely noble Shinichi. The will-o'-the-wisps blooming in its eyes overlook the world. All the creatures that try to raise war against it are dead, and the endless corpses will destroy it.
Guard, like a throne.
But from the west, a sudden strong wind blew.
It even changed the direction of the tide.
The king noticed something, raised his head, and above, deep in the sea of clouds, an arrow like the sun shot through it.
One more chapter
This chapter is about to end. At that time, the story will leave Kyushu, so many holes left before will begin to be filled.