Sword Formation

Martial Dao realm, one Law understood, all Laws understood.

Even though He Heng himself was not a pure swordsman, his Martial Dao realm far surpassed the so-called God of Swords, entering a brand new domain. In the terms of the Great Heaven World, he was close to the Earth Law realm.

At this realm, flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist, and man is not man.

No matter what weapon is used, an ultimate domain can be reached.

Of course, because He Heng's own Sword Dao was not pure enough, not sincere enough, he naturally could not achieve the realm of man and sword as one. Therefore, even though his realm could reach the domain of the God of Swords, in a true sense, his sword was still somewhat inferior to the true God of Swords. At most, he was comparable to Ye Gucheng, who was infinitely close to the Sword God now.

He Heng was sincere to himself, sincere to the Dao!

He cultivated the path of Heaven and Man as one, and then used his Dao to replace the Heavenly Dao. To him, weapons were merely external objects, to be discarded at any time. Naturally, he could not be loyal to them. Therefore, he could never surpass Xie Xiaofeng, Ye Gucheng, and others in the Sword Dao, even though his realm was very high.

However, He Heng practiced martial arts merely for the purpose of protecting the Dao. Why would he hang himself on a mere Sword Dao?

Moreover, even if his Sword Heart was not pure, with his Martial Dao realm, how many people in this world could compare with him in the Sword Dao?

He didn't know about others, but he knew that at least the Shuai Yifan before him was not capable.

Sword Qi flowed like water, suddenly cutting through a trace of dark light, carrying a floating essence, and stabbing out fiercely.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The clash of metal echoed endlessly, sword light flashing. The entire mountain peak was enveloped in a palpable killing intent, surging sword intent sweeping through, and brilliant light raged.

Shuai Yifan's sword was sharp and magnificent, each strike carrying his entire essence, qi, and spirit. Surging killing intent enveloped the area, cutting through metal as if it were mud, and severing qi.

He Heng was even more terrifying. The Longevity Sword was wielded by him as if it were flowing clouds and water. Every sword strike was as if naturally created, filled with the profound mysteries of creation.

"Boom!"

The exchange between the two was extremely fast. In just a moment, they had clashed dozens of times, with infinite sword shadows flashing.

Having said so much, in reality, their exchange only took an instant. The Longevity Sword had already appeared at Shuai Yifan's throat, stopping only half an inch away.

Shuai Yifan looked at the sword in his hand, his back drenched in sweat. He then looked at He Heng and said, "Make your move, kill me. It has been my honor in this life to witness the realm of the God of Swords. It would not have been in vain to have practiced the sword my entire life."

As he spoke, Shuai Yifan's eyes held no fear, but rather a sense of piety, a yearning for a higher realm in the Sword Dao.

He Heng coldly glanced at him, then suddenly retracted the Longevity Sword and sheathed it.

"Why?" Shuai Yifan was very confused. He looked closely at He Heng and said, "I was the one who wanted to kill you first. Now I am outmatched, and I deserve to die. Why didn't you make a move?"

He Heng looked into his eyes and said word by word, "I am not killing you, not because I don't want to, but because you are still useful."

Shuai Yifan's expression was somewhat puzzled. He said, "What do you want me to do? As long as it does not violate the principles of the Dao, I will not refuse."

He Heng looked at him and smiled, saying, "It's nothing much. I just heard that Li Guanyu created a sword formation said to be invincible in the world. This time, you invited a total of six Sword Dao grandmasters. I want to witness this sword formation. If one of you is missing, it won't be fun."

"You want to see that sword formation?" Shuai Yifan's brows furrowed sharply. He said, "Do you know the danger of this formation? The six of us joining forces, there are probably few people in the world who can match us. Not to mention this even more terrifying formation?"

"You don't need to worry about these things, Mr. Shuai. I naturally know them all. If this formation had no power, I wouldn't have come," He Heng said indifferently, gazing at Shuai Yifan.

"But..."

Shuai Yifan still wanted to say something when a sharp shout suddenly came from behind him.

"Since he wants to die, why should Brother Shuai stop him?"

He Heng focused his gaze and saw several people walking in orderly fashion.

These people were all wearing pure black, extremely soft silk robes. The shining silk robes were as soft as flowing water, but when they moved, not even the slightest ripple disturbed the flowing water-like silk robes.

Their footsteps were as smooth as flowing water, as light as ghosts.

Their faces were also covered with a black silk scarf, even their eyes were covered, so no one could recognize who they were. As they moved, a natural and awe-inspiring majesty emanated from them. Although no one could discern their identities, no one dared to treat them with the slightest contempt.

The first person was slender and tall, standing straight like a spear, holding a strangely shaped bronze sword in his hand.

The second person was short and thin. The third person was tall and burly. The two walking together appeared particularly striking and prominent.

The swords in the hands of these two were both brilliant, clearly not ordinary items. However, the shape of the swords was not special, and anyone could recognize the origin of these two swords.

The fourth person had a very ordinary build and wielded a very ordinary bronze sword. Even if he walked on the street, perhaps no one would give him a second glance.

The fifth person was short and fat, with a belly protruding like a pearl. The sword in his palm was neither gold nor iron. Upon closer inspection, it was actually carved from wood.

None of these five people spoke, nor did they make any moves, but as they walked in, the place seemed to be instantly filled with a pressing killing intent, sending chills down one's spine.

"Oh, you must be the other Sword Dao grandmasters who are setting up that sword formation. Indeed, you are all top experts of this era. I apologize for my lack of respect," He Heng said, though his words were polite, his tone carried no respect, and even a hint of mockery.

The expressions of these people suddenly sank. They glanced at He Heng, remained silent for a moment, and then one of them sighed, "We old fellows who don't even dare to show our faces truly don't deserve others' respect."

He Heng coldly looked at them, saying nothing more, only gripping the sword in his hand.

At this moment, one of the five suddenly stepped forward, seemingly unable to bear it, and said, "Young man, it is not easy to reach such a realm at your age. It makes old fellows like me feel ashamed. You could have had a broader future. Why do you have to try this sword formation? If you regret it now, it's still not too late."

The others also looked coldly at He Heng, remaining silent, as if tacitly agreeing with the man's words.

He Heng looked at them, then suddenly burst into laughter and said, "I never regret anything I do. Moreover, do you really think you have me completely cornered?"

A sharp killing intent suddenly emanated from He Heng, shaking the pavilion. In the vast area around, many leaves began to fall.

"Young man, don't be too arrogant, or you'll harm yourself?" one person said indignantly. It was the one who had spoken the cold shout at the beginning.

"Whether it's arrogance or not, you'll know soon enough!" He Heng's eyes slanted towards the six of them, filled with fighting spirit and surging killing intent. "Make your move. Everything will be decided by the sword in hand."

He Heng stood tall in the center, sword in hand, looking around proudly.

The six people looked at each other and said, "Since you insist, then life and death are up to fate."

The six quickly separated, each guarding a direction, forming a Six Harmonies Formation, surrounding He Heng in the center, swords raised.

The autumn wind whistled, and for a moment, the world felt slightly cold. In the empty and desolate atmosphere, the swords moved!