Ten Thousand Swords, Yi Jian Wu Hen

A clear whistle shot out from in front of the old Daoist, spreading outwards.

The spirit sword in his hand was immovable as a mountain; only his sleeves fluttered in the cold wind.

The facial expression on Baili Wenqiu's face instantly turned solemn. She felt a trace of killing intent from the old Daoist.

"Zeng!"

With a sound, Hundred Flowers Granny held her sword in front of her, first establishing a three-foot world beneath her, then preparing to exchange blows with her opponent.

Before the sword was drawn, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy on the snow mountain surged towards her!

It was as if a thousand hundred spirit swords, obeying her summons, suddenly arrived, quietly hovering in the cold wind before her, silent.

In the old Daoist's eyes, Hundred Flowers Granny was even more terrifying than Nalan Ming.

Hundred Flowers Granny, ten zhang away from him, formed a sword array of a hundred swords, a thousand swords, within three feet of her!

The sword array obscured the heavenly light, filled with killing intent!

Unlike Nalan Ming's thousand hundred swords, Nalan Ming only wanted to trap him.

But this woman before him intended to take his life with these thousand hundred spirit swords.

He was enraged. This was his world, not Hundred Flower Valley.

At Yunqi Daoist Temple, even when surrounded by tens of millions of spirit swords, he had moved as if strolling in a leisurely garden.

So the old Daoist waved his hand, summoning the peace talisman Wang Xian had written in the snow behind him with a branch, which slowly rose from the thick snowflakes.

In Baili Wenqiu's eyes, it was as if a faint body protection golden light had appeared around the old Daoist.

Then she smiled, thinking that such a master also needed golden light to protect his body.

Wang Xian, who had fallen back into the kitchen, also smiled.

The talisman runes the master had brushed away were only on the surface of the snow, not the talisman intent that had already penetrated the frozen earth.

With a trace of bloodstain on his mouth corner, he grinned.

"Peace is a blessing, peaceful and safe, shattered peace!"

At this moment, the youngster had not yet awakened the memory of being worse than death at Phoenix Academy.

In Wang Xian's heart, today was the day he was most injured.

Yet it was also a rather happy day, because he had finally written a peace talisman in the snow.

He knew that completing a talisman in the snow was many times harder than doing so with cinnabar on talisman paper, and he had succeeded.

Even if he was made to spit blood by this vicious woman's sword strike, it was worth it.

The old Daoist in the cold wind quietly held his spirit sword.

He wasn't in a hurry to break through Hundred Flowers Granny's sword array; he was waiting. Unlike Nalan Ming, he didn't need to gather momentum.

When he stood here, an invincible aura appeared on him.

In Baili Wenqiu's eyes, beyond her sight, the sky was filled with swords in the vast snowstorm, sword qi vertical and horizontal, enveloping the entire Daoist temple.

Yet she couldn't stop her mother from taking action.

She was also waiting, waiting to leave here with her mother after the two had exchanged blows.

Since the old Daoist said two groups of people had come one after another, both heading to Kunlun Sword Sect, she could also visit Dongfang Nishang and inquire about the divine sword from her.

"Let's try my sword!"

Just as Baili Wenqiu was feeling anxious, Hundred Flowers Granny condensed an incredibly vast surge of spiritual energy.

Then, the thousand hundred spirit swords before her, swift as lightning, instantly pierced the biting cold wind and slashed towards the old Daoist!

In Baili Wenqiu's eyes, her mother, holding the spirit sword, looked like she was holding a snow mountain.

The snow mountain was too high and too heavy, converging with the sky full of snowflakes, with too much sword qi for the old Daoist to calculate.

How could this sword strike be broken?

If it were her, she wouldn't be able to calculate which sword was real, which was fake! Which sword was truly aimed at her!

This was the strongest sword strike she had ever seen her mother unleash.

It was even more astonishing than the sword strike Donghai Nangong Feiyan had unleashed before her back then.

Seeing that her opponent had not moved, Hundred Flowers Granny hesitated no longer.

Her sword momentum had been condensed to its peak. She didn't want to wait any longer, waiting for the old Daoist to strike first and break the world before her.

So she moved.

The old Daoist's indifference instantly stimulated the innate heroic spirit that made her look down upon all heroes in the world.

With a snow mountain in hand, I am invincible!

Just as she waved her hand and cut out a sword, the thousand hundred swords before her let out a clear chirp in unison.

With a "buzz!"

The thousand hundred sword qi instantly transformed into a thousand hundred flowers, or even tens of millions of petals… turning the cold wind before them into a spring breeze of March.

Fluttering down, flying towards the Old Daoist!

Flying flowers like dreams, nothing in the world can stop the flowers flying in the spring breeze, and naturally no one can stop Hundred Flowers Granny's sword.

Leaning against the gradually cooling stove, Wang Xian gently shook his head.

Unlike Baili Wenqiu, he didn't look at the Old Woman's Thousand Hundred Dao Swords.

He didn't even look at the spirit sword in his Master's hand.

In this instant, he even understood some of the reasons his Master hadn't taught him yet, which was not to look!

Clearly, he was about to cut out a sword himself, so why should he look at his opponent's sword?

I am wind, no! Faster than wind!

A sword faster than wind, why should I look at petals from the spring breeze?

Clutching a branch in his hand, he lightly slashed in front of him, murmuring a sentence.

Wang Xian only said four words.

Hundred Flowers Granny didn't hear them, and Baili Wenqiu naturally couldn't hear the youngster's heart's voice at this moment.

Only the Old Daoist's mouth corner revealed a faint smile.

His mouth corner moved slightly, repeating the four words Wang Xian had spoken.

Thus, Hundred Flowers Granny was suddenly startled.

Thus, in Baili Wenqiu's eyes, the Old Daoist's spirit sword seemed to disappear into the sky snowflakes.

"Look sword!"

Hundred Flowers Granny let out a roar, and in an instant, sky petals danced, coming towards the Old Daoist with the most chaotic and irregular aura in the world.

"Zheng!"

A faint sword cry sounded in the wind and snow, so faint that one might not hear it if not listening carefully.

Like autumn rain falling into a lake, one moment it was in mid-air, the next it became one with the great lake.

Like a spring breeze brushing the face, a faint dampness, yet between reaching out, there was no trace on the face.

This sword passed through the myriad snowflakes slowly falling in the cold wind, went around the petals formed by the myriad snowflakes, the myriad spirit swords!

Like spring wind transforms rain stealing into the night, a faint sword qi, arrived at the Three-Foot World In Front of Hundred Flowers Granny.

Not far, exactly three feet.

And three feet in front of her was Hundred Flowers Granny's world.

My world is naturally up to me, even a sword from heaven cannot break it!

Thus, Hundred Flowers Granny waved her sword!

Myriad snowflakes turned into myriad petals, and the petals fell like rain from the Old Daoist's head, making it impossible to avoid!

However, Hundred Flowers Granny did not expect...

This sword cut from the cold wind wasn't even a life-reaping soul-chasing sword qi!

It was a spring rain, a wisp of spring wind that one could not refuse.

Spring wind transforms rain stealing into the night, and naturally it also stole into the Three-Foot World In Front of her!

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"

This was sword qi vertical and horizontal, cutting the world with a sound like tearing silk, though faint, it was so clear.

Not only Baili Wenqiu heard it, but even Wang Xian heard it.

Thus, the world in front of Hundred Flowers Granny began to shake, startling her into letting out a long howl.

Amidst the exclamations, Hundred Flowers Granny wanted to fly backward...

But she didn't expect that wisp of spring wind transforming rain, in the blink of an eye, actually turned into a flood, flooding her world.

A faint sword qi broke through Hundred Flowers Granny's world.

It also broke through her body protecting gang qi, on her sword-clutching hand, and on her purple robe at her chest.

Leaving countless sword marks.

The Old Daoist didn't calculate how to break through Hundred Flowers Granny's myriad spirit swords; he simply cut out the sword he had taught Wang Xian.

Yi Jian Wu Hen!