Sword Energy Spanned Thirty Thousand Miles

Why does the Sword God look like this?

After the Sword God slew the Sword Immortal, didn't Ximen Chuixue reach the pinnacle of his life? Why did he turn into this?

Is it true that going bald makes you stronger?

Russell was completely bewildered, but then he thought, why can't the Sword God go bald!

The image of Ximen Chuixue as handsome and dignified is a subjective fantasy imposed on him by people, imagining him as the perfect idol with the best swordsmanship in the world and outstanding appearance and demeanor.

Unfortunately, even Sword God is human. Humans are subject to eating, drinking, excretion, birth, aging, sickness, and death. In reality, Sword God not only burps, farts, and swears, but also suffers from balding in middle age.

This is not hard to understand...

Ximen Chuixue was obsessed with swordsmanship, abandoned his wife to pursue the Dao without any emotion, and stayed up all night practicing swordsmanship. Just like the killers in the writer group who stayed up all night writing, it is reasonable and logical for him to go bald in middle age.

With this thought in mind, Russell suddenly understood. Even a legendary Sword God would lose his hair for the sake of the Dao, so it was really inappropriate for someone like him, who was just trying to gain experience, to be so disdainful.

Thinking of this, and looking at the deformed and grotesque people below, his murderous intent surged; these people deserved to die.

It wasn't because he failed to show off, but because Ximen Chuixue disregarded life and death for the sake of swordsmanship, even giving up his own follicles. What right did these people have to laugh at him!

That's right, that's exactly it, it was definitely not murder to cover it up!

"Hey Mediterranean over there, stop pretending to be Ximen Chuixue in the middle of the night. Which squad are you from?"

"It's not an act, that's who they are, we just misheard."

"Oh, so you mean it's a legend?"

"Someone like him is more like it."

"Hahaha, you're so sexy!"

"..."

The Reincarnator burst into unrestrained laughter, completely disregarding Russell. The self-proclaimed Sword God, Mediterranean, was nothing more than a comical character. Besides, they outnumbered him, 18 against 1, plus two A-rank Reincarnator captains. Even if the Sword God himself were to arrive, he would be utterly crushed.

Amidst the laughter and scolding, only the two captains had serious expressions. Their strength surpassed that of the other Reincarnator, and they clearly sensed the faint sword intent.

Throat, heart, spine, head...

Every vital spot on his body was entangled by sword energy. Any slight movement would unleash a storm of sword strikes, leaving him no room to dodge or avoid. Everything within sight was covered by sword energy.

The chilling intent to kill made it hard for the two to breathe. Suppressing the oppressive feeling of wanting to vomit, they exchanged a glance and reached a cooperation agreement once again.

Not expecting anything from his teammate who was unaware of his Extremis, the gaunt man closed his eyes, then suddenly opened his right eye at Russell, the Three Tomoe spinning in his blood-red pupil like a windmill.

"Wind Dragon!!"

The gaunt man shouted, Wind Dragon immediately understood and shouted back.

His neck veins bulged, his muscles bulged and stretched his coat, and a blue dragon tattooed on his back moved without wind, swimming to his right arm.

The hurricane stirred things up, throwing everyone to their knees. Except for the gaunt man, all the other Reincarnator were still laughing were scattered by the storm.

"Drink!"

Wind Dragon roared again, swung his right fist, and punched Russell from a distance.

The wind howled, and the violent tornado transformed into a ferocious dragon shape, baring its fangs and claws in mid-air. With devastating force, wherever the gale swept through, all obstacles and barriers were shredded to pieces.

"Amaterasu!!"

Blood dripped from the gaunt man's right eye, and black flames shot out from his pupil, targeting not Russell but the dragon formed from the gale.

The wind fanned the flames, and the fire was fueled by the wind!

The black flames combined with the storm, and although the dragon's form remained unchanged, its aura had increased several times over. A monstrous Heat Wave shot into the sky, evaporating the clouds that had been severed by the sword energy, leaving the ground as dry as a hellish inferno.

Boom!!!

The black dragon opened its blood-red maw and smashed through the location where Russell was. Hurricane crushed and black flames burned. In the blink of an eye, the warehouse, which was a hundred meters long, was razed to the ground.

Having landed a successful blow, Wind Dragon dared not be careless in the slightest. He raised his right hand with his fingers together, and the huge black dragon roared as it soared into the sky.

"Missed the shot, where is he?"

Wind Dragon's eyes snapped open. Controlling the raging winds imbued with Amaterasu was an immense burden, and the pain of his meridians being torn apart made every second feel like torture.

"Don't rush me, I'm looking..."

The gaunt man was also covered in sweat, his Sharingan spinning rapidly as he searched for Russell's figure.

Seeing this, even the most clueless Reincarnator knew what had happened. Mediterranean was no joke; he was a genuine Sword God, so powerful that their captain had to join forces to fight him.

Thinking of all the dangerous things they had done before, the group turned pale with fright and huddled together, not caring whether they were teammates or not.

A large number of people doesn't necessarily mean greater strength, but it certainly provides a lot of peace of mind.

Clang!

The crisp, melodious sound of a sword ringing out rang out, its lingering echoes captivating the ear and leaving one reluctant to wake up.

Russell walked past the four Reincarnator with a straight knife in one hand, strolling leisurely as if taking a walk, but in reality, he was incredibly fast. After he left, the four of them collapsed to the ground, covered in blood, and died.

Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship is not flashy. At his level, he no longer adheres to the meaning of moves, simplifying complexity and killing a person with just one sword strike.

His swordsmanship was considered divine because of fear; everyone who witnessed him wield his sword died.

Russell expressed doubt about this, asking if those people really saw Ximen Chuixue draw his sword.

Not necessarily. I'm afraid they didn't even see when Ximen Chuixue drew his sword!

Russell transformed into the Grim Reaper, killing with every step. The Reincarnator were unable to move under the sword intent, and could do nothing but close their eyes and wait for death. In just two breaths, 10 people offered their necks for slaughter.

Russell was very dissatisfied with the low level of the sparring partners, and even suspected that it would be easier for Ximen Chuixue to kill chickens than to kill them. How could he gain any insights from such a battle!

Just as he stopped, the Wind Dragon, guided by the gaunt man, found him, turned around abruptly, and punched the ground. The fire dragon in mid-air was drawn in, circled, and then swooped down.

"Die!!"

The dragon's head roared and tore through the wind as the enormous creature descended from the sky, majestic and awe-inspiring, displaying its utterly tyrannical nature!

Russell neither dodged nor evaded, his brows furrowed as he comprehended the way of the sword, and then he slowly thrust his blade at the falling black dragon.

It's nothing special, just like the health-preserving swordplay that old people practice in the park.

Click! Click-clack—

The straight blade was covered in cracks and broke off inch by inch. When Russell thrust the blade in, the entire blade shattered, leaving only the hilt in his hand.

Rumble—

The black dragon plummeted, its body disappearing into the ground from head to tail. After a brief silence, a powerful shockwave swept outwards in all directions from that point.

Without a deafening explosion, the terrifying power carried by the black dragon poured into the ground, tearing and crushing the surface. Spiderweb-like cracks burst open, the rising dust creating ever-expanding circles, and a hurricane-like gust of wind made it impossible for anyone in the area to maintain their balance.

Wind Dragon climbed out of the ruins, looked into the dusty depths, and swallowed hard. "What a powerful guy. When did such a figure appear in the Main God Space? But he's dead after all."

The gaunt man pushed away the bricks and stones covering him, coughed up blood, and said in surprise and doubt, "No, Amaterasu's black flames can burn anything, but they didn't work just now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wind Dragon's heart skipped a beat. Recalling the scene just now, the gale he was controlling had also gone out of control at the last moment.

As the two were still in shock, a faint sword aura rang out, and the dust that had filled the surroundings settled, revealing Russell, who was completely unharmed in the center of the arena.

Within three feet of his feet, the ground remained intact, but beyond that, the fierce wind had torn it apart, creating a huge crater.

"Glug!"

Wind Dragon and the thin man both swallowed hard, their minds blank, unsure how to react, with one question echoing in their minds.

This can be called swordsmanship?

Russell continued to focus on sensing the way of the sword. His Character Card had expired, but he didn't hesitate to use his Wealth Points, letting them drop rapidly without stopping.

"Wind Dragon, try again. His sword is broken. I don't believe he can still use the same sword move." The gaunt man gritted his teeth, took out a bottle of potion from his ring, unscrewed the cap, and poured it all in.

Wind Dragon nodded solemnly. Neither of them could defeat him in a one-on-one fight; only by joining forces again could they possibly survive.

Just then, Russell, whose sword had been criticized by the two for breaking, gripped the hilt of his knife and swung it diagonally, causing an orchid formed from condensed sword energy to slowly bloom.

In an instant, sword light flashed everywhere!

Sword energy filled the sky and the ground, seemingly descending from the heavens and washing away the entire scene like a torrential downpour.

The gaunt man Wind Dragon were greatly shocked and took out defensive items to protect themselves. Apart from the two of them, all the remaining Reincarnator bled and fell to the ground dead the moment the sword energy descended.

The sword energy stretched for 30,000 miles, condensing into a physical form and transforming into a giant sword shadow that shot straight into the sky!

The gaunt man Wind Dragon struggled desperately, but their defensive gear was torn apart by the sword energy, their flesh and blood ripped into pieces, and they died on the spot.

As the sword energy dissipated, Russell dropped the hilt of his sword. Mortal weapons could not withstand the sword intent of the Sword God, but ultimately, it was because he, as the user, did not comprehend it enough. If it were the real Ximen Chuixue, this straight sword would definitely have been preserved intact.

"System, halt Westgate..."

Halfway through his thought, Russell looked at the gaunt man in surprise. He, who should have been a corpse, was half-squatting on the ground, covering his right eye and panting. The moment their eyes met, the Three Tomoe on his left eye spun and circled into a black windmill.

"Illusion Technique: Tsukuyomi!"