Chapter 65 Sword Twenty-Three

A breeze stirred his white robes, but before Mu Qingliu could finish speaking, his heart suddenly jumped. He sensed an eerie stillness within the mountain gate and the dojo, and he saw the Five Spirits City, Sun En, and the other four.

Instantly, his eyelids twitched.

He could, of course, sense the auras of the other Weapon Masters, but he had assumed they were merely in Five Spirits City. He never imagined that the five Weapon Masters would gather on Mount Wangquan.

"Brother Mu has been in seclusion for years, and he has advanced further. Alas, what a pity…"

Within the dojo, An Qisheng seemed to sense something. His gaze, however, did not fall on Mu Qingliu, but on the object he held in his arms.

It was a sword box, ancient and unadorned.

Compared to the Heaven-Slaying Sword within the white-robed youth, which had yet to awaken, this sword box seemed to draw his attention even more.

Hearing An Qisheng's sigh, Mu Qingliu's heart stirred. He still did not know what was contained within this sword box.

Could it be that this Wangquan Daoist knew?

"Since Brother Mu has such intentions, I shall accept this gift."

An Qisheng sighed softly, as if with some regret.

A hundred feet away, Mu Qingliu felt a surge of vast energy rolling towards him, gently sweeping away the sword box from his arms.

Buzz~~~

The moment the sword box soared into the air, the martial artists on and below the mountain, regardless of their cultivation level, felt a chill in their hearts.

It was as if their hearts had been pierced by an extremely sharp sword.

Immediately, countless people couldn't help but cry out and retreat, but after touching themselves, they found no injuries.

"This is…"

Looking at the sword box rising into the air, Yan Kuangtu's eyes lit up.

An Qisheng gently tapped the back of his chair, his eyes deep:

"Sword Twenty-Three!"

The world was never short of those who progress.

Five years ago, after the battle of the瀚海 Han Hai, several divine veins had insights. Aside from himself, the one who gained the most was Mu Qingfeng, who had almost determined life and death with Pang Wanyang with his Sword Twenty-Two.

Whoosh~

After trembling for a moment, the sword box suddenly turned to dust.

A sword popped out.

Swish~

Like lightning splitting the night sky, the sword light that erupted in an instant covered everyone's vision.

A moment later, some saw the sword that had sprung out after the sword box shattered.

The divine sword had no hilt and no color, or rather, its color was not of this world. To the naked eye, it had no color at all, but in the spiritual sense of many divine veins.

That sword was radiating a ripple like blue waters and sky.

Sensing it slightly, one seemed to see mountains and clear waters, and a flawless swordsman sitting atop the mountain, his aura as pure and cold as a mountain spring.

Mu Qingfeng.

An Qisheng lowered his eyes to look, and the swordsman on the mountaintop also raised his eyes, and, across thousands of mountains and rivers, the two seemed to see each other.

Everything was contained within this sword of spiritual intent.

The Qizhou Mountains.

Amidst the green hills and clear waters, Mu Qingfeng seemed to sense something, gazing at the clouds in the sky, as if he saw that white-robed Daoist.

Five years ago, his sword broke in the Han Hai Sea. After that, he abandoned the sword and sat by the lake for five years, forgetting all kinds of swordsmanship.

Until a few days ago, he had forgotten all of his previous twenty-two sword techniques.

Finally, he completed the Sword Twenty-Three.

He felt that this sword was already his limit, the limit of the human world. Even with another ten years, a hundred years, or three hundred years, he could not make any progress.

Only then did he feel what Pang Wanyang had once felt.

Everything in the world is empty, the Dao is ahead, but one cannot move forward even half a step. What helplessness is this?

"Brother, why must you…"

Mu Qinghua stood not far away, looking at his brother's back, his face somewhat dim:

"Even if you have made a breakthrough, why must you choose the Wangquan Daoist's hundredth birthday?"

Mu Qinghua felt extremely saddened.

He was Mu Qingfeng's younger brother, and he had learned swordsmanship and martial arts with his brother since he was a child. To Mu Qingfeng, he was both a brother and a father.

Even knowing his brother's intentions, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

He wanted his brother to stay a few more days, even if it was only a few days.

"Daoist An won't mind this congratulatory gift. Mu Qingfeng's lifelong learning, lifelong adherence, and lifelong pursuit, is no less than Pang Wanyang's."

Mu Qingfeng did not turn his head, facing away from his younger brother, his voice with a rare hint of warmth:

"I have been alone all my life, without children or disciples. You have managed the Myriad Swords Manor single-handedly, you've worked hard."

"Brother!"

Mu Qinghua's body trembled, and he couldn't help but burst into tears: "Brother, I can't bear to part with you…"

"Meeting is fate, and parting is also fate, just as I was born between these green hills and clear waters. The green hills and clear waters remain, but I am just a passerby…"

Mu Qingfeng stood straight, his voice gradually returning to calm:

"Little brother, from now on, you must walk the road alone!"

The mountains were filled with thick fog, and the breeze that came with his words blew by, and the fog swirled down, enveloping Mu Qingfeng.

Rumble!

At that moment, thunder suddenly roared in the sky, and dark clouds, from who knows where, instantly covered the entire Myriad Swords Manor.

The mountains seemed to be plunged into eternal night for a moment.

But it seemed to be only a moment. With a roar of thunder, the dark clouds dissipated again.

Plop!

Mu Qinghua knelt on the ground, his heart aching:

"Brother!"

Buzz buzz buzz~~~

On the summit of Mount Wangquan, a sword cry that sounded like a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl suddenly rang out.

In an instant, the sword light shone like the sun descending on the mountaintop, and under the magnificent sword light, dozens of miles were bathed in the light of swords!

Many people subconsciously retreated, mobilizing their inner strength and true energy to protect themselves.

But they only felt that the sword energy was like light, like a spring breeze, like green hills and clear waters, like mist and clouds, without the slightest bit of sharpness.

Looking up.

They saw that in the increasingly dazzling sword light, the figure of a white-robed swordsman seemed to be looming, illusory yet real.

"This!"

Within the dojo, many divine veins stood up together, looking at this scene, their faces changing, recognizing Mu Qingfeng's current state.

Yan Kuangtu even shouted:

"Mu Qingfeng, are you crazy, or do you not want to live?!"

Rumble!

As Yan Kuangtu shouted, thunder faintly rolled in from the distant horizon, and dark clouds seemed to gather from all directions, instantly changing the weather!

The rolling thunder seemed to be angered, becoming more and more grand and surging.

"Grandpa?!"

Seeing the flashing figure in the sword light, Mu Qingliu's eyes widened, as if he had thought of something, and his eyes instantly turned red. He wanted to say something, but his spiritual sense suddenly shook.

Within the dojo, sensing this indescribable sword light.

The expressions of the people from Five Spirits City changed as they looked at each other.

This sword light seemed to have no sharpness at all, but the purity of its spiritual intent was somewhat inconceivable.

They had never imagined that a person's spiritual intent could reach this level of purity.

Was this person a sword in his previous life?

If they hadn't known that Mu Qingliu was the master of the 極魔斬天 Sword (Ji Mo Zhan Tian Sword - Extreme Devil Heaven-Slaying Sword), the Five Spirits City would have thought that this person was the Heaven-Slaying Sword Master!

"Why must you do this?"

Seeing Mu Qingfeng, who was as illusory as clouds and mist in the sword light, An Qisheng was both admired and regretful.

Spiritual intent leaving the body would inevitably trigger changes in the weather. Under the rolling thunder, the outcome would inevitably be the destruction of both body and soul.

Unless, one could break through the Heavenly Gate.

Mu Qingfeng's actions were truly placing himself in a desperate situation, but whether he could be reborn was difficult to predict.

Even Mu Qingfeng's spiritual intent at this time was no less intense than Pang Wanyang's five years ago.

However, the final grasp of the Qi would depend on the individual.

Even if An Qisheng himself could grasp that Qi, he could not guarantee that Mu Qingfeng could capture that Qi at this time.

"When I was young, among many fellow disciples, only I didn't focus on practicing swordsmanship. I played in the mountains every day. They only said that I didn't like practicing swords, but they didn't know that I only needed to take one look to surpass the master who taught swordsmanship in the manor…"

Mu Qingfeng stood in the sword light, drifting like mist.

The thunder rolling from the horizon, the countless gazes in the dojo and mountain gate, Yan Kuangtu's scolding, and Mu Qingliu's exclamation of grief, he seemed to have not heard or cared at all.

In his eyes, there was only the Daoist in the center of the black and white dojo, as deep as the Dao contained in the black and white Taiji diagram.

"That year, I was seventeen years old, and in the entire Myriad Swords Manor, no one among the thousands of swordsmen had better swordsmanship than me. They thought I had encountered an extraordinary person who taught me swordsmanship, and they searched for me in the mountains for several years, but they couldn't see that the grass, trees, bamboo, and stones in the mountains could all be swords, and the green hills and clear waters were all my teachers…"

Heaven and earth have taught me various sword techniques, and I shall return a sword to heaven and earth!"

In the clear and cold words that flowed like a clear spring, the sword light in the sky was withdrawn.

Rumble!

A lightning bolt like a silver snake pierced the sky, and as it twisted down like a dragon, Mu Qingfeng moved with the sword, pointing straight at An Qisheng:

"This sword is called Sword Twenty-Three!"

Buzz~

Once the sword light was released, everything fell silent, and time and space seemed to stand still at this moment.

The wind did not blow, the clouds did not flow, and the dust fluttering in the air was frozen in place. Even the thunder and lightning serpent falling from the sky seemed to have stopped in mid-air.

The thousands of martial artists in the mountain gate and the dojo felt an indescribable wave spreading and expanding, as if they were completely sealed within it.

They could see the frozen world, but they seemed to have lost control of their bodies.

Even the divine vein grandmasters like Yun Haitain and Wang Jianglong, the Weapon Masters of Five Spirits City, Mu Qingliu, and Sun En, all seemed to be frozen in place and unable to move.

They could only watch as that infinitely stunning sword light struck horizontally with a speed that seemed extremely slow but actually exceeded the limits of the world.

That wisp of sword light was no longer as dazzling as before, but it was even more breathtaking. As this sword pierced through, they seemed to see green hills and clear waters, clouds rolling and unfolding, a white-robed sword immortal, and all things in heaven and earth.

It was as if that sword light contained the entire world!

Because he obtained the sword from heaven and earth, he returned it with the world!

In the center of the dojo, An Qisheng's eyes were like mirrors, reflecting this stunning sword light:

"This is Sword Twenty-Three…"

The sword light was like water, like wind, like mountains and rivers, like birds, beasts, insects, and fish. It had no killing intent or sharpness, but once it passed, it brought an extremely terrifying scene.

Wherever the sword light passed, it became a complete blank, a void.

Whether it was light or dust, all tangible and intangible things were all beheaded, obliterated, and erased, as if they had never existed in the world!

Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs!

The most ruthless in the world is none other than heaven and earth itself!

The ultimate of ruthlessness is the sword of heaven and earth!