Free Web NovelChapter 1631: Chapter 1257: Earth-Shattering Sword Twenty-Three!
February 27th, evening, the sun was setting in the west.
After Jiang Dali’s breakthrough, he reshaped his body with the four great elements of earth, wind, fire, and water. Omens shook his spirit, awakening him completely. His gaze shone brightly, his mind remotely sensing the familiar aura rapidly approaching from miles away.
That aura, sharp yet deeply concealed beneath a refined restraint, was like a treasured sword, refurbished and renewed after a long battle, yearning for a glorious duel to test its edge.
"Sword Saint—Dugu Jian!"
Jiang Dali slowly rose, his robust upper body and solid legs shining with a bronze hue in the twilight glow. His muscular frame quickly shifted between states of tension and relaxation. The green-hued handle of the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber behind him shimmered with a strange light in the setting sun. The man stood steady like a rock, his powerful physique demonstrating infinite strength.
He seemed just as before his breakthrough, his momentum unremarkable.
As if everything that had just occurred—the dark clouds, the thunder—was merely a fleeting dream.
Yet only he knew the strength he possessed now, the peak state he was in.
Such a state, such powerful strength, was yearning for an opponent to test his moves. Fortunately, a formidable opponent like the Sword Saint had come forth to challenge him.
Jiang Dali’s spirit could sense the battle intent and gradually strengthening aura of the opponent, evidently, after their previous battle in Unrivaled City, this Saint of the Sword had achieved new breakthroughs.
What would the breakthrough after Sword Twenty-Two be?
The answer was already evident.
"Black Wind Village Chief!"
A long shout suddenly echoed from afar. The rapidly advancing, grey-haired elder moved with a gust of fierce wind as he walked.
Where he passed, trees turned to dust, giant rocks were cleaved open—nothing could withstand him. Within a moment, he crossed miles and stood across from the Giant Buddha.
"Who is it!?"
"Stop!"
"No matter who they are, stop them first!"
At this moment, a group of Black Wind Village players and locals from the Leshan Branch urgently formed a barrier to intercept him, according to the rules, regardless of the newcomer’s identity or strength.
Yet as they rushed forward to encircle him, the Sword Saint suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The group seemed knocked back by a hurricane, their chests as if struck by lightning, swiftly retreating five steps, spewing fresh blood under the terrifying sword qi pressure, feeling like in an ice vault, their bodies cold, will and spirit nearing the brink of collapse.
Clang clang clang!—!
Before reacting further, many of their longswords, whether from hand or back, suddenly unsheathed themselves, sparkling with sword radiance in the sunset, flying and crashing.
The Sword Saint, with hands behind his back, leapt, stepping onto the various swords flying forward, swiftly crossing the human wall like an arrow, targeting the Leshan Giant Buddha on the opposite shore.
Just this single move of stepping onto swords to cross over shocked those by the shore, leaving them dumbfounded, players gasping, everyone viewing the elder as if he were a god, speculating on his identity.
"Roar!"
In the river, a sudden strong wind raised waves, the Demon Dragon roared, its fierce dragon head lifting the river surface, ready to devour the Sword Saint who ignored its presence.
"Stand down!"
At this moment, Jiang Dali sent out a primordial spirit wave, causing the Demon Dragon to pause, uttering a dissatisfied "hum," then diving back into the river, splashing huge waves.
Yet within that moment, the Sword Saint had crossed over thirty zhang of the Buddha, landing atop the Buddha, standing opposite Jiang Dali, his aged yet unwavering focused face flickering in the dusk’s glow, grey-white hair fluttering in the wind, forming an extremely strange scene as his sharp gaze met Jiang Dali.
"Village Chief Jiang, though it’s been less than half a year apart, seeing you again, we’ve both made considerable progress."
Jiang Dali looked at the slowly sinking sun, smiling, "Since you’ve come out, you must have truly understood the Holy Spirit Sword Technique’s Twenty-Third Sword. You swordsmen, once you understand a new sword move, it’s a spiritual and mental purification and sublimation, a leap in strength indeed. I fear that once Sword Twenty-Three is unleashed, it would be earth-shattering, even I may not be able to handle it."
With a proud expression, the Sword Saint said, "Correct, I have understood Sword Twenty-Three. To comprehend this sword, I endured endless mental torment and self-conflict, yet Heaven did not disappoint a devoted heart, allowing me to grasp the sword. However, since comprehending it, I decided not to use it lightly."
Pausing his speech, with gratitude, he looked at Jiang Dali and said, "Back in Unrivaled City, it was you who taught and enlightened me, allowing me to pursue the ultimate spiritual power; thus I could refine my mind and create Sword Twenty-Three.
Back then, I said to you, once I create Sword Twenty-Three, if you wish to experience it, I will definitely demonstrate it for you."
With that, the Sword Saint spoke no more, his gaze shifting to the sparkling river below in sunset, listening to the different sounds carried by the wind.
How powerful Sword Twenty-Three is, there is no need to say.
Whether him or Jiang Dali, they both knew it was a sword far surpassing the cumulative power of the previous Twenty-Two Swords.
A sword like this, unless against a life-and-death enemy or a formidable foe, should never be used lightly, nor should anyone dare attempt lightly, even if one’s strength has broken through to Returning to Truth Realm, surpassing Jiang Dali by three minor realms, the Sword Saint still had strong confidence in this sword.
Therefore, even if Jiang Dali chose not to try the sword, the Sword Saint wouldn’t look down on him.
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But unfortunately, they are all the same kind of people, those who have immense confidence in themselves, likewise pursuing a strong spirit.
Even though he knows well that once Sword Twenty-Three is created, it will undoubtedly be the most terrifying sword move in this world.
Ancient texts record that the Sword Saint relied on Sword Twenty-Three to break into the World Association as if entering an unoccupied territory, unstoppable, even Xiong Ba could only yield his neck to be slaughtered, unable to move. If not for Xiong Ba’s Heavenly Destiny exerting its effect, causing Bu Jingyun and Chu Chu to inadvertently intervene, he would have undoubtedly died.
But he believes that his current strength has far surpassed the Xiong Ba recorded in the ancient texts, so if he does not dare to attempt the legendary Sword Twenty-Three, what qualification does he have to possess a strong-heart?
He laughed loudly, calmly and composedly turned around, his eyes burning as he looked at the Sword Saint, whose face was resolute and focused, his handsome face etched with a smile.
"If I do not witness this blade, what reason do I have to speak of cultivating the spirit? Would I not also miss an exquisite sword move? Sword Saint, feel free to strike!"
Hearing this, the Sword Saint couldn’t help but reveal a trace of a smile.
This is—the rarity that people in the Martial World will find—Sword Saint’s smile.
He called himself Sword Saint, yet he never laughed.
He never laughed because he was never satisfied.
He began learning the sword at five, at seven he already excelled rapidly, by nine, he became famous in the Martial World with one sword.
By thirteen, he had comprehended a higher realm of Sword Dao, creating the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, his power gradually reaching refinement.
Since then, in countless duels with swordsmen, he always remained undefeated!
Until the people of the Martial World honored him as the—Sword Saint!
That year, he was twenty-seven.
Being called saint at twenty-seven, what kind of loneliness must this be? How could one be satisfied? How could one roar with laughter?
Until he was defeated once by a supposedly less experienced Wu Ming, only then did he laugh, a laugh filled with shame, satisfaction, and immense relaxation.
And today, he laughed once again, equally out of satisfaction, satisfied with having an opponent like Jiang Dali worthy of respect.
He turned around, his expression growing solemn, his spirit reaching its optimal state, his eyes like two swords pointing towards Jiang Dali, enveloping him within the range of Sword Intent, said, "Once Sword Twenty-Three is unleashed, even I will find it difficult to control freely, Master Jiang, you must be careful."
"Great!"
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, his battle intent bursting forth, his arms flexed.
Boom!!——
A god-like demon-like aura erupted from his entire sturdy body, in an instant his whole body’s bones crackled in a series of explosions, his muscles bulging, lines of black-gold god-demon patterns emerged, black-gold skin contrasting strongly, a wild and cold momentum accompanied by wildly dancing hair, sweeping over the Sword Saint.
However, at this moment, the Sword Saint’s eyes shot out a brilliant light, as his fingers sliced through the air, a stunning Sword Intent accompanied by dazzling white light like extreme light, brewed from between his sword fingers, following his footsteps advancing, piercing forward "slowly".
An extremely strange scene suddenly occurred.
Jiang Dali instantly discovered a phenomenon that shocked him, feeling as if the surrounding air had stopped flowing, sounds also became still due to the stagnation of airflow, the Sword Saint before him transformed in a moment into a blurred phantom, unable to see clearly, clearly standing four zhang in front of him, yet he couldn’t actually perceive the opponent’s presence.
"No.....can’t...move?"
Jiang Dali’s entire body’s strong muscles couldn’t even move, only his tiger eyes opened wide, his eyeballs slightly trembled, exceptionally astonished.
Still!
Everything actually stood still at the moment the Sword Saint struck.
At this time, even within Jiang Dali’s rapid-thinking mind, it seemed even time had halted, the flow speed became extremely slow.
But that intensely insane warning sign of the death threat grew ever stronger as the Sword Saint’s vague mysterious figure drew closer.
It seemed like he stepped with the same calm and composed pace he came with, each step forming an odd rhythm, aligning with the Sword Intent enveloping Jiang Dali, like a skilled fisherman tightening the net, step by step towards the trapped fish-like Jiang Dali, unable to struggle or escape.
No matter how immensely strong you are, at this moment, you’re merely a fish in the net!
This is Sword Twenty-Three.
With one sword strike, Sword Qi and Sword Intent, exploding with immense spiritual power, form a Sword Realm where all things pause, vulnerable to slaughter, unable to retaliate, unable to defend, even once the Sword Saint’s Primordial Spirit emerges to unleash the sword, any attack not in a spiritual state can hardly cause him harm.
This is...an earth-shaking sword!——
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(Updated at midnight)
