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The four words echoed in everyone's hearts: "Advance eastward, do not retreat, and there will be a battlefield, a sword piercing the heart."
Caw, caw, caw.
A crow flew over the battlefield, its mournful cry filling the air, yet it went unheard by most. Few noticed that even the crow's flight seemed to slow down.
Clang.
What about Coco?
As the sound of two swords clashing resonated again, those hiding among the Red Clouds in the sky gasped in astonishment, their twisted faces betraying their shock.
Inch by inch, heaven and earth.
Wen Tian articulated Gu Ping's long-held reliance word by word. The time spell had already been mastered to perfection by Gu Ping. Whether it was swordplay or evasion techniques, they seamlessly blended into A Distant Paradise. That move seemed tailor-made for Gu Ping, inciting envy from all who witnessed it.
The senior brother's sword was swift, but it could not match Bu Luo's timing; Buluo Ming Tian was destined to be unable to stop Xuanming.
It was a long time ago!
Wen Tian said with a smile as he gently retrieved the flying Wenxin Sword back to his side. The long sword slowly closed its eyes behind him.
Hiss.
A sound of fabric tearing reached everyone's ears. Upon closer inspection, a smooth slit had appeared in Gu Ping's sleeve.
"Mm?" Gu Ping was somewhat surprised, and then he closed his eyes, realizing the truth.
No one could see it, but in that space, an invisible sword aura permeated the air. The sharpness of the sword aura could tear anything caught within it into pieces with the slightest misstep, making it far more dangerous than any visible sword technique.
A moment later, something resembling a crow flew carelessly into that space and was instantly shredded before the horrified gazes of the onlookers. Only then did they realize how intense the clash between the two was.
The mastery of swordsmanship displayed by those two was likely unmatched for centuries; perhaps only a few from five hundred years ago could be compared.
The spectators of that battle were unaware that at this moment on the Northern Battlefield, a practitioner from Zhu Xian Mountain known as the Killing Path was slaughtering the Northern Border Army in the Transcendence Realm. Even Tenglan, known as Zhongshang in the Transcendence Stage, found it difficult to confront Zhu Xian Mountain head-on until he joined forces with Hong Yulong to stabilize the situation.
Could Wen Tian reach the heights of Zhu Xian Mountain?
The silent battle lasted for a full quarter of an hour before both slowly opened their eyes. Gu Ping let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Just based on that alone, it seemed quite insufficient; he would need to exert more effort.
Gu Ping grinned, but seeing Gu Ping injured made it impossible for Wen Tian to smile. He knew that Gu Ping could have chosen a more prudent way to evade his initial strike but opted instead to clash head-on, wanting to understand just how strong his sword truly was.
I know my senior brother never needed them to prove anything; he never required it.
With that said, Wen Tian raised his sword once more, still employing the most fundamental sword techniques—one strike, two strikes, three strikes. This time, as Liangyi Sword collided with Wenxin Sword, their blades emitted a subtle tremor.
A Sword?
Gu Ping's calm heart lake stirred with ripples. Every time Wen Tian drew his sword, it appeared to be a single strike, but in reality, it could be two or even three strikes. He infused his spiritual energy into the Liangyi Sword, completely protecting that magical sword, which caused the Liangyi Sword to emit a faint tremor.
Buluo Ming Tian's junior brother said, "I don't deny it." He sought to receive that move on the mountain: the Dominance of the World Sword.
As soon as the words fell, a beam of sword light suddenly cleaved through the sky above them. Wen Tian's Wenxin Sword also slipped from his grasp.
One day, he believed that the sword in his leg would be enough to break through that vast sky. He knew that his senior brother would never easily admit defeat; he never had.
Wen Tian bent down to pick up his ruthless treasure sword. The two brushed past each other—one heading towards the mountain while the other walked towards Shandong.
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