Legendary Sword Madman Seeks Battle, Taiqing Sword Art

Jiang Yu may have the heart to restore the Chu Dynasty, but he doesn't dare to act rashly. After all, the emperor has not yet passed away, and the court officials are not yet fully united.

He is not in a hurry, and Jiang Changsheng is naturally not in a hurry either. Focusing on cultivation is the right path.

Spring passes and autumn comes.

In the thirty-seventh year of Kaiyuan, the war between the Great Jing Dynasty and Gu Han continues, but the war has changed from a major war to a local skirmish. Both sides are exhausted from fighting and want to take the opportunity to recuperate.

Inside the courtyard.

Nine-year-old Huang Chuan is sparring with Wan Li. He steps on the Nine Seeking Heavenly Dragon Steps and strikes out with a palm, his true qi transforming into fine needles, attacking Wan Li.

Jade Purity Severing Meridian Needle!

Wan Li waves his sleeve, scattering all the needles of true qi.

Huang Chuan closes in, using only Shadow Leg, kicking Wan Li in the chest and knocking him back.

Applause comes from the side. Xu Tianji stands at the gate of the courtyard, still carrying a carrying pole, with an admiring look on his face. "Huang Chuan, you are truly a martial arts prodigy. Even I am ashamed of myself. Would you like to go down the mountain to the Returning Origin Divine Sect to be the leader in the future? I am willing to give way to you."

Huang Chuan stops, panting heavily, ignoring Xu Tianji. He says to Wan Li, "I'm not doing it anymore."

He is very helpless. His true qi is too little. After performing a set of martial arts moves in succession, his true qi is exhausted, and his physical strength is also drained. Continuing to fight will only lead to defeat.

Wang Chen sweeps the floor, sighing, "You are still young, what's the rush?"

Huang Chuan grits his teeth and says, "I want to see my grandfather off on his final journey. He said that before I reach Heavenly Connection, I must not go down the mountain to find him."

Wang Chen is stunned, shakes his head, and continues sweeping.

"It's my turn, it's my turn... Hehe..."

Ping An suddenly jumps over from the side, excitedly saying to Wan Li.

Wan Li's smile immediately freezes. Before he can react, Ping An pounces on him, and he has no choice but to accept the move. Every move he receives is extremely painful.

Ping An's martial arts are very poor, not comparable to Jiang Ziyu and Huang Chuan at all, but this guy's strength is really fierce, and his reaction speed is also extremely exaggerated. Fighting him gives only one feeling.

Pain!

Under the Earth Spirit Tree, Jiang Changsheng quietly watches them.

It seems that aptitude is indeed crucial. Huang Chuan and Ping An can both autonomously absorb the spiritual qi emitted by the Earth Spirit Tree, and their strength is increasing rapidly, while the others cannot.

Jiang Changsheng thinks silently. After cultivating for so many years, the Earth Spirit Tree can already generate spiritual qi. In addition to Jiang Changsheng absorbing spiritual qi for cultivation, Ping An and Huang Chuan can also do it, although the speed is far inferior to Jiang Changsheng, but they can indeed do it, and it is unconscious.

The vast majority of martial artists cultivate true qi by stimulating their physical bodies, not by absorbing the spiritual qi of heaven and earth. Since Ping An and Huang Chuan can do it, it means that there are other martial artists who can do it, but such people are one in a million.

Although martial artists can also absorb spiritual qi, the path of cultivation is different. Jiang Changsheng still feels that the path of cultivating immortality is stronger and more profound.

Just then, Ming Yue runs into the courtyard.

"Daoist, someone has come to challenge you again. The other party claims to be Tai Shi Qiu Jian. Qing Ku Senior Brother said that Tai Shi Qiu Jian is a legendary figure in the martial world."

Ming Yue says anxiously. Hearing the name Tai Shi Qiu Jian, Xu Tianji is moved.

Xu Tianji murmurs, "This old geezer has also come out. It's really interesting..."

Jiang Changsheng has already sensed Tai Shi Qiu Jian's true qi, which is similar to Xu Tianji's, but he has a sharp aura.

Sword intent!

With this sword intent, Xu Tianji is probably no match for him.

Jiang Changsheng stood up, revealing a faint smile.

Survival reward is here!

In the past two years, occasionally some Jianghu experts came to challenge him, but their strength was too weak to trigger a survival reward.

After waiting for two years, a real expert has finally arrived!

Jiang Changsheng's heart was full of anticipation. When he passed by Xu Tianji, Xu Tianji couldn't help but remind him: "Daoist, Tai Shi Qiu Jian is not a person from Great Jing, but from other dynasties. However, forty years ago, during the war, he defeated all the swordsmen in the Chu Dynasty, leaving behind a legend of swordsmanship. You must be careful. These old, undying fellows have unimaginable power, and swordsmen can often exert power stronger than their true Qi realm."

Other dynasties?

Jiang Changsheng nodded slightly, then walked out of the courtyard. The others became interested and followed. Wan Li took the opportunity to slip away. No one played with Ping An. Ping An was exasperated, stomped his foot, and quickly followed.

In front of the Dragon Arising Temple's mountain gate, a large number of disciples gathered, with a few pilgrims mixed in.

On the steps in front of the mountain gate stood a figure. It was an old man wearing a straw raincoat, holding a rusty bronze sword with both hands. Behind him was the blue sky, and the breeze blew his raincoat.

Tai Shi Qiu Jian had a head of white hair, slightly messy, and his wrinkled face had eyes that seemed unable to open. Even so, he exuded a powerful aura that made people dare not underestimate him.

"Tai Shi Qiu Jian, have you heard of this name?"

"I've heard of it. I used to travel the Jianghu with Senior Brother Qing Ku. I saw records of Tai Shi Qiu Jian in the Sword Pavilion. He dominated the world for twenty years without a single defeat, defeating one thousand three hundred and twenty-seven swords. That was still the handwriting left forty years ago..."

"Invincible forty years ago?"

"I heard that some martial artists become more and more monstrous as they get older."

"This world really is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, but he must not be a match for our Daoist. Our Daoist is now a martial arts myth. Zong Tianwu, Xu Tianji, and the Divine Monk of Gathering Pine Lake have not won such a title."

The disciples talked a lot. Although they were amazed by the name of Tai Shi Qiu Jian, they still had full trust in Jiang Changsheng.

"The Daoist is here!"

Someone shouted loudly, and the disciples immediately made way.

Tai Shi Qiu Jian slowly opened his eyes, his turbid eyes without any brilliance, but when Jiang Changsheng entered his field of vision, his pupils burst out with a cold light.

Jiang Changsheng walked to the front, confronting Tai Shi Qiu Jian alone.

Tai Shi Qiu Jian said: "I hope the old man's last battle is here. Dying under the Taihang Sword is worthy of the reputation of the Ten Famous Swords."

Jiang Changsheng said: "I am not a swordsman, but if you want to die here, it is not impossible."

Tai Shi Qiu Jian narrowed his eyes, and his right hand began to grip the hilt of his sword.

The disciples of the Dragon Arising Temple were all excited when they heard Jiang Changsheng's words. Their Daoist was usually gentle, but once facing an enemy, he would only be more domineering, at least his aura would not lose.

Xu Tianji looked at Tai Shi Qiu Jian with sympathy. He believed that Jiang Changsheng would kill people, and he did not have the Daoist's noble spirit and compassion at all.

Tai Shi Qiu Jian raised his sword with one hand and said coldly: "Junior, you are very confident, just like the old man was back then, but although the old man seeks death, no one has been able to satisfy the old man on this journey of walking ten thousand Li."

He raised the bronze sword and pointed it at Jiang Changsheng. In an instant, an extremely strong aura erupted, making everyone palpitate.

The sound of the wind between heaven and earth came to an abrupt halt!

In the distance, inside the Prince's mansion, Jiang Yu, who was dealing with official documents, raised his head and frowned as he looked out the window.

"This sword intent, which expert has come to Jing City?"

Jiang Yu asked, and a female voice came from outside: "The Sword Madman, Tai Shi Qiu Jian."

Tai Shi Qiu Jian?

Jiang Yu frowned and said, "This prince saw his swordplay in the Dragon Tower. Is he still not dead?"

The female voice then sounded: "In recent years, Tai Shi Qiu Jian has come from Tai Cang, seeking death all the way, but he has not died. Instead, he has killed many powerful swordsmen. His strength is unfathomable. His target this time is the current martial arts legend of Great Jing."

Jiang Yu snorted, retracted his gaze, and continued to deal with the official documents.

Jiang Changsheng held the hilt of the Taihang Sword in his left hand and the horsetail whisk in his right, and said with a soft smile, "The sword intent is very strong. Among the swordsmen I have seen in my life, you are the strongest. To respect the strongest, I will do my best."

He could feel that Tai Shi Qiu Jian had only a trace of life left, completely propped up. Heaven knows how this guy managed to prop himself up.

Tai Shi Qiu Jian suddenly let go, and the bronze sword was suspended in the air. Wisps of visible energy overflowed from his body, lingering around the blade.

"This sword is called Startling Goose!"

As Tai Shi Qiu Jian's voice fell, the bronze sword suddenly shot out. Everyone only heard a piercing roar. The sword light flashed, and the bronze sword came to kill. Standing behind Jiang Changsheng, they could all feel the aura of death, even Xu Tianji was moved!

Boom!

The bronze sword crashed into Jiang Changsheng, but was blocked by an invisible air shield. The strong wind that was set off made the disciples' robes bulge, and they subconsciously covered their faces with their arms.

The bronze sword was suddenly bounced away, and then killed Tai Shi Qiu Jian at a faster speed.

Puchi!

Tai Shi Qiu Jian's chest was pierced, blood splattered, and the bronze sword flew back in an arc in the air, passed over his head, and stuck on the stone steps in front of him, the blade trembling.

Tai Shi Qiu Jian's eyes widened, with no fear in his eyes, but a strong surprise.

"This old man... finally saw a faster sword..."

Tai Shi Qiu Jian murmured to himself, with a smile on his face. With a thump, he knelt down on one knee, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, lowered his head and spat blood, coughed a few times, and then stopped moving.

The others came back to their senses and looked at Tai Shi Qiu Jian in disbelief.

How terrifying was Tai Shi Qiu Jian's aura, yet he died just like that?

Xu Tianji swallowed and thought to himself that he must never offend Jiang Changsheng in the future.

Huang Chuan looked at Jiang Changsheng with admiration. Is this the strength of a martial arts legend?

Although he didn't see how Jiang Changsheng made his move, he could clearly feel how powerful Tai Shi Qiu Jian was before. Such a powerful figure was instantly killed by his master!

Jiang Changsheng turned around and said, "Clear a piece of land on the mountainside and erect a monument for Tai Shi Qiu Jian. From now on, martial arts experts who come to challenge and die can have a monument erected."

Meng Qiushuang swallowed and nodded quickly.

Although it wasn't the first time she had seen Jiang Changsheng make a move, it shocked her every time.

How strong is this junior brother?

Back in the house, Jiang Changsheng had just sat down when a line of prompts appeared before his eyes:

[In the thirty-seventh year of Kaiyuan, the Sword Madman Tai Shi Qiu Jian came to Dragon Arising Temple to seek battle, fighting to the death. You killed him, surviving a calamity, and received a survival reward - the martial art 'Taiqing Sword Art']

Taiqing Sword Art, it seems his Taihang Sword can make an appearance in the future.

Jiang Changsheng thought silently, but because it was a martial art, he wasn't too surprised.

One Sword Madman isn't enough, when will ten Sword Madmen come?

Jiang Changsheng sighed inwardly, and then began to inherit the Taiqing Sword Art.

He found that the Taiqing Sword Art was not as bad as he had imagined, it could definitely be considered a unique skill!

The news of Tai Shi Qiu Jian's death in battle at Dragon Arising Temple quickly spread throughout the martial world, adding another achievement to the martial arts legend.

In the following months, no more experts came to challenge him.

Until the thirty-eighth year of Kaiyuan.

Jiang Changsheng finally felt the signs of an impending breakthrough. He stopped cultivating, not directly breaking through, but instead checking his Incense value.

[Current Incense Value: 1021]

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