The Great Liang Emperor was not a martial artist, and he had no techniques to control flying swords. The reason he could make the bronze ancient sword break through the air was entirely due to his formidable cultivation base. As the top martial artist in the world, the Great Liang Emperor was no different from other martial artists; he remained completely ignorant of the so-called daoist spells.
The gray-robed old daoist watched as the flying sword approached. After being stunned for a moment, a profound aura emanated from him, gradually transforming into black and white energies. These energies intertwined in front of him, forming a peculiar diagram that resembled two entwined black and white fish swimming within it.
The bronze ancient sword tore across the air and arrived. But it came to a halt just before the diagram, hovering and emitting a mournful wail.
With a wave of his sleeve, a boundless aura surged from the Great Liang Emperor's palm, colliding with the bronze ancient sword. With the support of this powerful martial artist, the bronze ancient sword instantly penetrated several feet forward. Strangely, when the sword tip entered the diagram, it did not emerge from the other side. Instead, the bronze ancient sword gradually disappeared, leaving only the hilt and the previously exposed half-foot of the blade.
Gan Yong spat out a large mouthful of blood. His lifeblood flying sword was forcibly taken away by the Great Liang Emperor, but the connection still remained. Gan Yong could keenly feel the damage inflicted on his lifeblood flying sword, sharing in its damage.
The gray-robed old daoist intercepted the flying sword and could not help but exclaim, "To think that Your Majesty still possesses such strength despite your severe injuries. It's truly surprising."
Before the Great Liang Emperor could speak, the gray-robed old daoist continued, "But it ends here, Your Majesty. We will send you on your way."
The Great Liang Emperor chuckled and said, "We have no intention of dying here."
The gray-robed old daoist smiled and said, "All living beings in this world have their own fate, it's not up to anyone."
"Fate? When someone wished for Our death in the past, We didn't die. Now that you wish for Our death, We have to ask you: Are you worthy?"
The Great Liang Emperor burst into laughter, instantly closing the distance between him and the gray-robed old daoist. "There has never been such a thing as fate."
However, before he reached the gray-robed old daoist, a powerful fist energy tore through heaven and earth, appearing not far from the Great Liang Emperor.
The body of the Buddhist Vajra was no longer towering; he returned to the size of an ordinary person. However, when he threw a punch, it remained extraordinarily fierce. The flowing golden light around him made him resemble a genuine Buddha.
The Great Liang Emperor dodged the fierce punch as it came down. When the second punch followed, he did not evade or dodge; instead, he threw a punch as well. The two fists clashed instantly, and a powerful aura rippled out from the point of impact, pushing back the surrounding snowstorm.
As the powerful auras scattered, the Buddhist Vajra's body staggered for a moment. In contrast, the Great Liang Emperor resembled an ancient pine tree; standing quietly in place.
The disparity became even more apparent.
However, this was not a simple sparring match but a life-and-death battle. The Buddhist Vajra gritted his teeth and threw another punch.
The wind and snow raged on!
The Great Liang Emperor remained expressionless, but he seemed to be somewhat absentminded.
In the distance, the remaining three swords of Gan Yong soared into the sky again, shooting towards the Great Liang Emperor.
The gray-robed old daoist also unfurled a whisk in the void, waving it towards the Great Liang Emperor. Countless threads formed a vast net at this moment, preventing this peerless martial artist from leaving.
The three finally joined forces.
This was precisely what they intended to do. To kill the Great Liang Emperor without sparing any effort.
The Great Liang Emperor smiled faintly, showing no fear.
Throughout his life, he had faced countless more perilous situations than the present. How could he be afraid here?
He took a step forward, pulling out the bronze ancient sword that had been swallowed by that strange diagram, causing a slight change in the gray-robed old daoist's expression. His entire being fluctuated intensely, attempting to trap the bronze ancient sword in place, but he failed.
In the end, the bronze ancient sword was pulled out by the Great Liang Emperor. With a single stroke, it was directed towards the Buddhist Vajra.
The Buddhist Vajra did not dodge, raising his hands above his head, seemingly intending to stop the bronze ancient sword.
The Great Liang Emperor was expressionless, hacking down with the sword.
The sword carried only a small amount of sword qi, but more notably, a terrifying aura that was hard to describe. As it descended with a loud noise, the powerful aura rippled out layer by layer. The Buddhist Vajra managed to intercept the initial wave of the aura, but countless subsequent waves followed suit.
A sword mark appeared on his chest, and blood mixed with golden light flowed out.
The Buddhist Vajra's expression turned ugly. With the Great Vajra Technique of Buddhism as his foundation and years of cultivation, he had long become as unyielding as metal and stone. He was aware that the opponent's flying sword was a rare and formidable weapon, and he knew the Great Liang Emperor was a peerless martial artist. However, he was still just a martial artist, not a great sword immortal. No matter how excellent the flying sword in his hands was, what role could it play in his hands?
But the reality was just that. As the sword descended, it shattered all his illusions, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.
Fortunately, at this moment, Gan Yong's three flying swords had arrived on the scene, saving the Buddhist Vajra.
The Great Liang Emperor slashed his sword towards the first flying sword, New Mirror. The two swords clashed, producing an incredibly crisp sound that echoed through the heavens.
Then came the second sword, Ink Cloud, enveloped in endless sword qi. The Great Liang Emperor calmly raised his hand and unleashed another sword strike. This time, the two swords did not merely collide; the sword chopped down, directly breaking Ink Cloud into two halves.
The Great Liang Emperor said indifferently, "Four flying swords, this one is the most uninteresting. Whether it's ostentatious or not, it's all up to oneself. Why bother listening to others' opinions or changing based on their words? Therefore, this flying sword of yours is the least worthy of existence in this world!"
With Ink Cloud shattered, Gan Yong who was in the distance coughed up a large amount of blood, his complexion turning pale.
His mental state quivered slightly, affecting the subsequent flying sword, Morning Glow, which descended without the previous formidable might.
The Great Liang Emperor casually slashed through them and began speaking softly, "Four flying swords. New Mirror is akin to when you were young; full of vitality. Ink Cloud, on the other hand, was as uninteresting as middle age. This sword in my hand is even more so. It doesn't even belong to you. As for the sword named Morning Glow, it may appear youthful due to insights gained over thirty years, resembling youth, but in reality, it has aged. Named Morning Glow, but its blade resembles the colors of the evening glow. Gan Yong, throughout your life, have you truly understood the meaning of the words 'sword immortal'?"
In his final sentence, the Great Liang Emperor's voice surged, striking Gan Yong in the heart like a powerful blow.
At this moment, the blind old sword immortal appeared even more dazed.
The Great Liang Emperor shook his head, slicing through the overwhelming silk threads with a single stroke. He then looked at the gray-robed old daoist before him and said calmly, "Among these three, that monk clearly harbors anger. Even after cultivating for another thousand years, he won't comprehend the realm of a Great Vajra. We don't want to waste any more words on him. As for you, Old Sage, you cultivated for so many years but only reached the pseudo-realm of a great sage, don't you find it laughable?"
The gray-robed old daoist's expression turned ugly. As the ancestor of the Three Willow Temple, he had always been highly respected wherever he went, and no one had ever shown him any disrespect. However, the words from the Great Liang Emperor at this moment were filled with mockery and disdain.
"This poor daoist has cultivated for many years, and my cultivation realm is genuine. I won't tolerate your nonsense!"
The gray-robed old daoist roared in anger, and the silk threads from the whisk in his hand surged again.
The Great Liang Emperor did not speak, slashing through the threads blocking his path with a single stroke. Then, another sword strike fell on the diagram, tearing apart the black and white layers, and the gray-robed old daoist had no more barriers.
The Great Liang Emperor wielded the bronze ancient sword in his hand, shattering the talisman thrown out once again by the gray-robed old daoist.
With the final sword strike, the gray-robed old daoist was directly split apart. However, in an instant, the flesh and blood of the gray-robed old daoist instantly withered, leaving only a daoist robe torn apart on the spot.
Watching the daoist robe fluttering in the wind and snow, the Great Liang Emperor seemed unsurprised, only mocking, "Indeed a cowardly turtle, you have quite a number of turtle shells."
The gray-robed old daoist reformed his figure from a distance, looking at the Great Liang Emperor with a face full of shock.
The Great Liang Emperor shook his head, "Among you three, your cultivation is the highest, but in my heart, you are the most deplorable."
This time, the gray-robed old daoist did not retort, as if he had already accepted this fact.
After a moment of silence, the gray-robed old daoist took the initiative to ask, "Your Majesty's political cunningness is hidden so deeply?"
The Great Liang Emperor understood what this great daoist sage was saying but shook his head, saying, "We knew that the journey south wouldn't be smooth. Since We couldn't avoid it, We just came over. You guys will die today, probably because you guys are too weak."
The expression on the gray-robed old daoist's face changed slightly, but before he could speak, the Great Liang Emperor had already arrived in front of the Buddhist Vajra. Facing this Buddhist Vajra who had previously clamored to compete with him, the Great Liang Emperor merely extended his hand to place it on the Vajra's head and said indifferently, "In your next life, don't be so confused about priorities."
The gray-robed old daoist watched this scene with complex emotions in his eyes. But in the end, he just trembled and began to form seals with his hands.
Waves of mysterious daoist true qi began to slowly appear around him.
He intended to set up an earth-shattering killing formation, to completely suppress and kill the Great Liang Emperor here!
For this, he was willing to ignore the life or death of the Buddhist Vajra.
However, the Great Liang Emperor remained indifferent. A boundless aura instantly poured into the Buddhist Vajra's body through his head.
The Buddhist Vajra struggled in vain, and the golden light on his body was extinguished.
The Great Liang Emperor released his grip, and the Buddhist Vajra slumped down, turning into a soft lump.
Only then did he look at the terrifying and abnormal spiritual energy in the surroundings.
The Great Liang Emperor walked calmly into the killing formation spreading towards him and then said with a smile, "Gan Yong, can We see a true great sword immortal technique from you?"
The seemingly absent-minded Gan Yong did not speak, only muttering to himself.
"Forget it, We can't wait for you too long. After We kill this old Daoist, if We still can't see your great sword immortal strike, then it seems We are not fortunate enough to witness the true attack of a great sword immortal."
The Great Liang Emperor was not a martial artist, and he had no techniques to control flying swords. The reason he could make the bronze ancient sword break through the air was entirely due to his formidable cultivation base. As the top martial artist in the world, the Great Liang Emperor was no different from other martial artists; he remained completely ignorant of the so-called daoist spells.
The gray-robed old daoist watched as the flying sword approached. After being stunned for a moment, a profound aura emanated from him, gradually transforming into black and white energies. These energies intertwined in front of him, forming a peculiar diagram that resembled two entwined black and white fish swimming within it.
The bronze ancient sword tore across the air and arrived. But it came to a halt just before the diagram, hovering and emitting a mournful wail.
With a wave of his sleeve, a boundless aura surged from the Great Liang Emperor's palm, colliding with the bronze ancient sword. With the support of this powerful martial artist, the bronze ancient sword instantly penetrated several feet forward. Strangely, when the sword tip entered the diagram, it did not emerge from the other side. Instead, the bronze ancient sword gradually disappeared, leaving only the hilt and the previously exposed half-foot of the blade.
Gan Yong spat out a large mouthful of blood. His lifeblood flying sword was forcibly taken away by the Great Liang Emperor, but the connection still remained. Gan Yong could keenly feel the damage inflicted on his lifeblood flying sword, sharing in its damage.
The gray-robed old daoist intercepted the flying sword and could not help but exclaim, "To think that Your Majesty still possesses such strength despite your severe injuries. It's truly surprising."
Before the Great Liang Emperor could speak, the gray-robed old daoist continued, "But it ends here, Your Majesty. We will send you on your way."
The Great Liang Emperor chuckled and said, "We have no intention of dying here."
The gray-robed old daoist smiled and said, "All living beings in this world have their own fate, it's not up to anyone."
"Fate? When someone wished for Our death in the past, We didn't die. Now that you wish for Our death, We have to ask you: Are you worthy?"
The Great Liang Emperor burst into laughter, instantly closing the distance between him and the gray-robed old daoist. "There has never been such a thing as fate."
However, before he reached the gray-robed old daoist, a powerful fist energy tore through heaven and earth, appearing not far from the Great Liang Emperor.
The body of the Buddhist Vajra was no longer towering; he returned to the size of an ordinary person. However, when he threw a punch, it remained extraordinarily fierce. The flowing golden light around him made him resemble a genuine Buddha.
The Great Liang Emperor dodged the fierce punch as it came down. When the second punch followed, he did not evade or dodge; instead, he threw a punch as well. The two fists clashed instantly, and a powerful aura rippled out from the point of impact, pushing back the surrounding snowstorm.
As the powerful auras scattered, the Buddhist Vajra's body staggered for a moment. In contrast, the Great Liang Emperor resembled an ancient pine tree; standing quietly in place.
The disparity became even more apparent.
However, this was not a simple sparring match but a life-and-death battle. The Buddhist Vajra gritted his teeth and threw another punch.
The wind and snow raged on!
The Great Liang Emperor remained expressionless, but he seemed to be somewhat absentminded.
In the distance, the remaining three swords of Gan Yong soared into the sky again, shooting towards the Great Liang Emperor.
The gray-robed old daoist also unfurled a whisk in the void, waving it towards the Great Liang Emperor. Countless threads formed a vast net at this moment, preventing this peerless martial artist from leaving.
The three finally joined forces.
This was precisely what they intended to do. To kill the Great Liang Emperor without sparing any effort.
The Great Liang Emperor smiled faintly, showing no fear.
Throughout his life, he had faced countless more perilous situations than the present. How could he be afraid here?
He took a step forward, pulling out the bronze ancient sword that had been swallowed by that strange diagram, causing a slight change in the gray-robed old daoist's expression. His entire being fluctuated intensely, attempting to trap the bronze ancient sword in place, but he failed.
In the end, the bronze ancient sword was pulled out by the Great Liang Emperor. With a single stroke, it was directed towards the Buddhist Vajra.
The Buddhist Vajra did not dodge, raising his hands above his head, seemingly intending to stop the bronze ancient sword.
The Great Liang Emperor was expressionless, hacking down with the sword.
The sword carried only a small amount of sword qi, but more notably, a terrifying aura that was hard to describe. As it descended with a loud noise, the powerful aura rippled out layer by layer. The Buddhist Vajra managed to intercept the initial wave of the aura, but countless subsequent waves followed suit.
A sword mark appeared on his chest, and blood mixed with golden light flowed out.
The Buddhist Vajra's expression turned ugly. With the Great Vajra Technique of Buddhism as his foundation and years of cultivation, he had long become as unyielding as metal and stone. He was aware that the opponent's flying sword was a rare and formidable weapon, and he knew the Great Liang Emperor was a peerless martial artist. However, he was still just a martial artist, not a great sword immortal. No matter how excellent the flying sword in his hands was, what role could it play in his hands?
But the reality was just that. As the sword descended, it shattered all his illusions, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.
Fortunately, at this moment, Gan Yong's three flying swords had arrived on the scene, saving the Buddhist Vajra.
The Great Liang Emperor slashed his sword towards the first flying sword, New Mirror. The two swords clashed, producing an incredibly crisp sound that echoed through the heavens.
Then came the second sword, Ink Cloud, enveloped in endless sword qi. The Great Liang Emperor calmly raised his hand and unleashed another sword strike. This time, the two swords did not merely collide; the sword chopped down, directly breaking Ink Cloud into two halves.
The Great Liang Emperor said indifferently, "Four flying swords, this one is the most uninteresting. Whether it's ostentatious or not, it's all up to oneself. Why bother listening to others' opinions or changing based on their words? Therefore, this flying sword of yours is the least worthy of existence in this world!"
With Ink Cloud shattered, Gan Yong who was in the distance coughed up a large amount of blood, his complexion turning pale.
His mental state quivered slightly, affecting the subsequent flying sword, Morning Glow, which descended without the previous formidable might.
The Great Liang Emperor casually slashed through them and began speaking softly, "Four flying swords. New Mirror is akin to when you were young; full of vitality. Ink Cloud, on the other hand, was as uninteresting as middle age. This sword in my hand is even more so. It doesn't even belong to you. As for the sword named Morning Glow, it may appear youthful due to insights gained over thirty years, resembling youth, but in reality, it has aged. Named Morning Glow, but its blade resembles the colors of the evening glow. Gan Yong, throughout your life, have you truly understood the meaning of the words 'sword immortal'?"
In his final sentence, the Great Liang Emperor's voice surged, striking Gan Yong in the heart like a powerful blow.
At this moment, the blind old sword immortal appeared even more dazed.
The Great Liang Emperor shook his head, slicing through the overwhelming silk threads with a single stroke. He then looked at the gray-robed old daoist before him and said calmly, "Among these three, that monk clearly harbors anger. Even after cultivating for another thousand years, he won't comprehend the realm of a Great Vajra. We don't want to waste any more words on him. As for you, Old Sage, you cultivated for so many years but only reached the pseudo-realm of a great sage, don't you find it laughable?"
The gray-robed old daoist's expression turned ugly. As the ancestor of the Three Willow Temple, he had always been highly respected wherever he went, and no one had ever shown him any disrespect. However, the words from the Great Liang Emperor at this moment were filled with mockery and disdain.
"This poor daoist has cultivated for many years, and my cultivation realm is genuine. I won't tolerate your nonsense!"
The gray-robed old daoist roared in anger, and the silk threads from the whisk in his hand surged again.
The Great Liang Emperor did not speak, slashing through the threads blocking his path with a single stroke. Then, another sword strike fell on the diagram, tearing apart the black and white layers, and the gray-robed old daoist had no more barriers.
The Great Liang Emperor wielded the bronze ancient sword in his hand, shattering the talisman thrown out once again by the gray-robed old daoist.
With the final sword strike, the gray-robed old daoist was directly split apart. However, in an instant, the flesh and blood of the gray-robed old daoist instantly withered, leaving only a daoist robe torn apart on the spot.
Watching the daoist robe fluttering in the wind and snow, the Great Liang Emperor seemed unsurprised, only mocking, "Indeed a cowardly turtle, you have quite a number of turtle shells."
The gray-robed old daoist reformed his figure from a distance, looking at the Great Liang Emperor with a face full of shock.
The Great Liang Emperor shook his head, "Among you three, your cultivation is the highest, but in my heart, you are the most deplorable."
This time, the gray-robed old daoist did not retort, as if he had already accepted this fact.
After a moment of silence, the gray-robed old daoist took the initiative to ask, "Your Majesty's political cunningness is hidden so deeply?"
The Great Liang Emperor understood what this great daoist sage was saying but shook his head, saying, "We knew that the journey south wouldn't be smooth. Since We couldn't avoid it, We just came over. You guys will die today, probably because you guys are too weak."
The expression on the gray-robed old daoist's face changed slightly, but before he could speak, the Great Liang Emperor had already arrived in front of the Buddhist Vajra. Facing this Buddhist Vajra who had previously clamored to compete with him, the Great Liang Emperor merely extended his hand to place it on the Vajra's head and said indifferently, "In your next life, don't be so confused about priorities."
The gray-robed old daoist watched this scene with complex emotions in his eyes. But in the end, he just trembled and began to form seals with his hands.
Waves of mysterious daoist true qi began to slowly appear around him.
He intended to set up an earth-shattering killing formation, to completely suppress and kill the Great Liang Emperor here!
For this, he was willing to ignore the life or death of the Buddhist Vajra.
However, the Great Liang Emperor remained indifferent. A boundless aura instantly poured into the Buddhist Vajra's body through his head.
The Buddhist Vajra struggled in vain, and the golden light on his body was extinguished.
The Great Liang Emperor released his grip, and the Buddhist Vajra slumped down, turning into a soft lump.
Only then did he look at the terrifying and abnormal spiritual energy in the surroundings.
The Great Liang Emperor walked calmly into the killing formation spreading towards him and then said with a smile, "Gan Yong, can We see a true great sword immortal technique from you?"
The seemingly absent-minded Gan Yong did not speak, only muttering to himself.
"Forget it, We can't wait for you too long. After We kill this old Daoist, if We still can't see your great sword immortal strike, then it seems We are not fortunate enough to witness the true attack of a great sword immortal."
