A melee of transcendents

The appearance of this brass sword finally caused a noticeable change in Shura Vajra's calm expression when he was blocked outside Quanrong Mountain.

He took a step back with extreme apprehension and solemnity.

As someone who participated in the attack on the capital and the siege of the royal family five hundred years ago, King Kong had an extremely deep impression of this sword.

The physical defenses that a third-rank martial artist is so proud of are like those of an ordinary person in front of it.

Even a body with the strength of Vajra, which is stronger than that of a third-rank martial artist, dares not say it can withstand the unparalleled sharpness of this Law Treasure.

During that great upheaval of usurpation, Shura Vajra once saw a fellow disciple who was slashed dozens of times by a prince of the Great Feng Dynasty. His body was covered in sword wounds, and the Sword Qi corroded his internal organs, eventually leading to his demise.

That fellow disciple was indeed a genuine Vajra.

The scene of a sword appearing out of nowhere and forcing back the Asura Vajra was interpreted differently by the three onlookers.

"What kind of sword is this? It actually scared away Vajra?"

"Is this about the sword? It's Xu Yinluo who's here."

"Yes, the sword is just an ordinary sword, but the owner behind it is Xu Yinluo, it must be him. The vice leader said that Xu Yinluo would support our martial arts alliance."

"It's finally here!"

The onlookers at Nanfeng didn't recognize the Zhenguo Sword, nor did they believe that a sword could frighten away the Asura Vajra. What truly forced the opponent to retreat was the owner behind the sword.

And this master is obviously Xu Yinluo, whom the vice leader mentioned.

Xu Yinluo finally arrived. Young Master Liu felt a slight sense of relief; the psychological trauma caused by the lightning bolt had eased considerably.

He couldn't help but glance at Rongrong, and found her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed, and the obvious signs of a young girl in love.

The female disciples of Wan Hua Lou beside her, with similar expressions, suddenly became excited.

"Master?"

Young Master Liu noticed that his master's expression was solemn, and his gaze was fixed on the brass sword.

The middle-aged swordsman suddenly came to his senses and said with some confusion:

"That sword gave me a strange feeling, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Hmm. It reflects a swordsman's self-cultivation."

"I didn't feel anything," Young Master Liu suddenly realized.

"No wonder I felt that way too."

The middle-aged swordsman said with satisfaction, "Very good, it seems you've been training very diligently lately."

"This little brat, what are you pretending for? I just thought that sword looked familiar, like I'd seen it somewhere before," the middle-aged swordsman muttered to himself.

Liu Hongmian, Baihu, Qihuan Danxiang, and the Jingxin and Jingyuan brothers naturally did not recognize this famous divine weapon, and their attention was completely elsewhere than on the brass sword.

They glanced around warily, their faces cautious and solemn, because they knew that the man surnamed Xu had arrived.

He finally arrived.

With his arrival, his allies and hidden cards will all come into play.

The Rain Master and the Vajra of Salvation on the Wind-Riding Boat will also go all out.

The real battle has begun.

The previous encounters were merely foreplay.

Having suffered hardships in the suburbs of Yongzhou, they harbored extremely complex feelings towards Xu Qi'an.

She both longed for his appearance so she could take revenge, and feared his appearance, fearing another disaster.

The martial arts alliance members, represented by Cao Qingyang, did not recognize the Zhenguo Sword, but they were both surprised and amazed to see that this brass sword could force the Asura Vajra to retreat.

"Xu Yinluo, we've arrived," Xiao Yuenu said, enunciating each word clearly.

Cao Qingyang hummed in agreement, his tense expression relaxing slightly, and he murmured with a sigh:

Even the Vajra of Buddhist School are so wary of Xu Yinluo.

He interpreted Shura Vajra's fear and retreat as the other party being wary of Xu Qi'an, believing that the other party was afraid of the owner behind the brass sword.

Fu Jingmen and the others shared the same thought. They were delighted by Xu Qi'an's strength, which gave them confidence.

Nobody paid much attention to the sword.

Yang Cuixue, the master of the Ink Pavilion, stared at the brass sword for a while. Countless sharp glints, like fine needles, were reflected in his pupils. Suddenly, he covered his eyes and let out a muffled groan.

Blood seeped from between his fingers.

"Sect Master Yang?!"

His companions were taken aback and quickly checked on him.

Yang Cuixue covered his eyes, ignoring everyone's concern, and shouted in a slightly shrill voice:

"The sword that protects the nation! It's the sword that protects the nation! This is the sword that protects the nation!!"

His voice was high-pitched and his tone was frantic. He repeated himself over and over again, as if he were possessed.

Moge is a sword-cultivation sect. Its members throughout the ages have enjoyed collecting famous swords from all over the world and recording them in their books.

From the first patriarch to the present, there are three famous sword manuals. "Heaven, Earth, and Man".

Every sword that can be recorded in the three sword manuals possesses three elements:

First, it is powerful in itself and belongs to the Law Artifact; second, it has an extraordinary story or historical significance; third, it possesses both the first and second characteristics.

The number one sword in the list of famous swords has remained unchanged for three hundred years; it is the sword of the founding emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty—the Zhenguo Sword!

The Records of Famous Swords states: The Sword That Guards the Nation!

According to historical records, the sword worn by Emperor Gaozu of the Great Feng Dynasty was made of brass from Yashan Mountain. The pattern on the blade resembled a tortoise shell, hence the legend that the sword was given to Emperor Gaozu by a divine tortoise from Sangbo.

Even the founder of the Ink Pavilion had never seen the National Guardian Sword, because it was kept in the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple in the capital for many years.

However, as a national treasure of the Great Feng Dynasty, it is recorded in great detail in historical records.

The famous sword manual of the Ink Pavilion is a collection of descriptions from historical records.

Yang Cuixue was able to determine that this sword was the National Guardian Sword. First, as a fourth-rank sword cultivator, he was extremely sensitive to swords and knew that this was a divine weapon. Second, the patterns on the brass blade resembled tortoise shells.

Finally, the forging technique of this sword is different from that of today. Yang Cuixue loved swords dearly and could vaguely discern that this was the most popular sword-making style in the early days of the Great Feng Dynasty.

This style and craftsmanship are exactly imitations of the national treasure sword.

"The Sword that Protects the Nation?!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, and the warriors surrounding Yang Cuixue stared in astonishment.

"This sword is the sword of Emperor Gaozu."

"The Prince of Zhenbei used it during the Battle of Shanhai Pass."

Fu Jingmen and the others swallowed hard, feeling a sense of pilgrimage.

Yang Cuixue said excitedly:

"With the appearance of the National Guardian Sword, what fear does the Martial Alliance have of foreign enemies? Wherever this sword's edge points, even gods and demons will flee. Xu Yinluo, he has even brought the National Guardian Sword here. He can truly wield the National Guardian Sword; the rumors are true."

In order to support the Martial Alliance, Xu Yinluo actually brought out this legendary Law Treasure!

The Sword of National Protection?!

Baihu, Qihuan Danxiang, Jingxin, and Jingyuan exchanged silent glances, both astonished and heavy-hearted. They never expected that the brass sword that was the first to be deployed to the battlefield was the legendary sword that protected the nation.

They were well aware of the formidable reputation of the National Guardian Sword.

Is this Xu Qi'an's trump card?

He was indeed prepared.

"Huh? The alliance leader and the others seem quite excited?"

"Why is everyone staring at that sword? Is there something special about it?"

Just now, Pavilion Master Yang suddenly covered his face and wept.

On the South Peak side, unable to hear any sounds, they could only make vague guesses based on the actions of Cao Qingyang and the others.

Suddenly, the shadow beneath Sun Xuanji's feet shifted, and a figure emerged to support his shoulder.

He didn't turn around, he was too weak to turn around, his lips moved slightly:

"There's still a quarter of an hour left."

"I know, leave the rest to me. Where are your pills?"

As Xu Qi'an spoke, he reached for Sun Xuanji's waist, only to find to his disappointment that his storage Law Artifact had been damaged by the lightning strike and could not be opened.

Fortunately, Lin'an had prepared a lot of healing medicine for me beforehand, all of them top-grade pills refined by the Imperial Preceptor. Xu Qi'an took out his own stockpiled pills, crushed them, and stuffed them into Sun Xuanji's mouth.

The elixir worked immediately, and Sun Xuanji's condition stabilized initially.

Xu Qi'an used his qi to lift him and brought him to Cao Qingyang and the others, saying:

"Take good care of him."

Fu Jingmen strode forward, embraced the unremarkable Sun Xuanji, and gazed at Xu Qi'an with burning eyes:

"Xu Yinluo, thank you for your trouble."

Xiao Yuenu stared at Xu Qi'an for a few moments, then gave a reserved smile.

He finally appeared.

A high-spirited cheer erupted from the summit of South Peak.

"Xu Qi'an!"

The white tiger gritted its teeth, recalling the pain of losing its arm.

Qi Huan Danxiang and the others were filled with a mixture of fear and resentment, with Jingyuan and Jingxin being the most intense in their emotions.

Since their arrival in Leizhou, they had suffered greatly at the hands of Xu Qi'an, experiencing repeated defeats.

This almost caused the two outstanding young geniuses from the Buddhist School to lose their confidence.

"A quarter of an hour? I can only risk my life for this," Xu Qi'an muttered to himself. He had already secretly come to the Martial Alliance and, as agreed, handed over the Nine-Colored Lotus Root to the old alliance leader.

The old leader's condition was extremely bad; his physical body was on the verge of splitting and collapsing.

A period of dormancy is needed to halt the collapse.

Without the help of the nine-colored lotus root, he could only last another month before he died.

The old alliance leader needs time to digest the nine-colored lotus root, break through his cultivation level, and become a second-grade Dao Integration Realm martial artist.

According to the plan discussed by Xu Qi'an and Sun Xuanji, Xu Qi'an would first give Cao Qingyang a drop of his Essence Blood to help him temporarily break through to the third rank and restrain the enemy. Xu Qi'an knew that Ji Xuan and the Buddhist School Vajra, who were wary of him, would proceed cautiously and slowly test him.

During the process, Sun Xuanji set up a formation, serving as the main force in the second round.

If this round can be held long enough to delay until the old leader emerges from seclusion, then Xu Qi'an can join forces with the old leader to defend against the enemy.

With a second-rank Dao Integration cultivator and a third-rank martial artist joining forces, this battle is as solid as a rock.

Unfortunately, Nalan Tianlu disregarded martial ethics and directly unleashed a heavenly thunderbolt, breaking Sun Xuanji's protective mountain formation.

Xu Qi'an extended his right hand, and the Zhenguo Sword flew back automatically, placing itself into his palm.

He then extended his left hand, and from the fragment of the Earth Book on his chest, the Taiping Blade emerged and delivered itself into its master's left palm.

With a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right, he stood proudly in the arena, mocking:

"Gorilla, do you dare to fight me one-on-one?"

The ape-like Asura King Kong gave him a deep look and said loudly:

"Du Nan, Rain Master Nalan, if you don't act now, when will you?"

As soon as the words fell, golden light descended from the sky once more, crashing down on the mountaintop with a thunderous boom. The newcomer was tall and imposing, with dark golden skin, no beard or eyebrows, resembling a bronze statue.

Another Vajra!

One more?!

The members of the Martial Arts Alliance were stunned. They all looked at Cao Qingyang and found that their leader's expression was exactly the same as theirs.

It seems they hadn't anticipated there would be two Vajra warriors.

"Two Vajra warriors, and the Rain Master of the Witch God Cult."

Qiao Weng said bitterly, "Alliance Leader Cao, you, you..."

He was speechless.

The others also wore bitter expressions; if they had known the enemy was this large, they probably wouldn't have had the courage to come to the back mountain.

A third-rank expert is an invincible figure, unseen in the martial world for a century. Three of them have arrived at once, and there's also a second-rank Rain Master backing them up.

Cao Qingyang was genuinely unaware that Sun Xuanji was keeping things from him, only mentioning that there were enemies from the Buddhist School Vajra Sect and the Witch God Cult.

Sun Xuanji was also afraid that Chief Cao would be so frightened that he would wet himself and then run away with his sister-in-law, leaving behind a mess to clean up.

Fu Jing's mouth twitched:

"How is Xu Yinluo supposed to fight this way? He might have a chance against two Vajra warriors by himself, but what about Rain Master?"

Dai Zong's face turned pale, and he lost his fighting spirit and confidence. He whispered:

"Let's retreat first; preserving the martial arts alliance's flame is the most important thing."

Xiao Yuenu glanced at him sideways, "If you're afraid of dying, then leave."

Dai Zong opened his mouth, then choked.

As they spoke, a beautiful and charming woman dressed in a flowing dress, with her hair styled in a high bun, walked step by step through the void.

A layer of dark clouds shrouded her head, churning endlessly, with flashes of lightning occasionally appearing within the thick cloud layer, poised to strike.

She seemed to be the master of this world, with wind, rain, thunder, and lightning all at her command.

Is this the Rain Master of the Witch God Cult? Cao Qingyang and the others took one look and immediately felt their adrenaline surge, their hearts race, and they had difficulty breathing.

One cannot look directly at a powerhouse of this level.

Why don't you, monk, fall for provocation? Shouldn't monks and warriors be equally crude? It seems Yang Qianhuan is the one who has to provoke people. Xu Qi'an gripped his sword tightly and shouted:

"Retreat any further, the farther the better, or the back mountain will be lost."

The back mountain was in danger. Cao Qingyang and the others' hearts pounded. Without saying a word, they quickly retreated.

"Alliance Leader, let's go to South Peak. It's far away, and unless we deliberately target it, we won't be affected."

Dai Zong hoisted Sun Xuanji onto his shoulder and made the suggestion.

Cao Qingyang hesitated for a moment, then hummed in agreement. Despite his severe injuries, he moved at a pace not much slower than the others.

Dongfang Wanrong completely relinquished control over her body, allowing the teacher to take the initiative and making her the master of her body.

She made a hand seal with one hand and suddenly pointed it towards the sky.

"Boom!"

The clouds, which had been gathering momentum, immediately unleashed a bolt of lightning as thick as a water vat, engulfing Xu Qi'an.

The blue and white lightning bolts were incredibly powerful and could be clearly seen from dozens of miles away.

"Buzz!"

A golden light rose above Xu Qi'an's head, and the Floating Pagoda erected a pale golden aura, shielding the power of lightning from the outside.

With a series of rapid thuds, Du Nan Jingang charged forward, crashing into the protective aura of the Floating Pagoda, and delivered a punch to Xu Qi'an's chest.

When!

The Vajra Divine Skill clashed with the Vajra Divine Skill, producing a sound as loud as a great bell.

Xu Qi'an flew backward like a cannonball, crashing through countless trees, collapsing part of the mountain, and causing a torrent of falling rocks.

He rolled to dissipate the force, having been knocked off the mountaintop, and regained his footing in mid-air.

Suddenly, an image flashed in his mind of the Asura Vajra appearing above his head, its fists clenched together, about to smash into his head. Xu Qi'an's body shifted at a speed that defied the principles of mechanics, dodging to the side, twisting his waist to turn around, and using his right arm to slash out with the Zhenguo Sword.

At this moment, Dongfang Wanrong in the sky stretched out her right arm, aiming at Xu Qi'an.

Curse Killing Technique!

Xu Qi'an, who was swinging his sword, froze, as if he had suffered an unseen injury, and blood spilled from his seven orifices.

The Asura Vajra's fist came crashing down.

Xu Qi'an was once again transformed into a cannonball, slammed back, and with a deafening roar, his entire body embedded in the mountain, causing the main peak of Quanrong Mountain to tremble violently.

P. S.: Are you kidding me? They've already started setting off firecrackers after just a few days? How am I supposed to write anything?!

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