diymy Chapter 278 1 Jian Shuanghan 4 states!
Chapter 278 1 Jian Shuanghan 4 states!
The moment the words fell.
Zhang Julu's heart sank suddenly.
He knew that this battle was inevitable.
A complex emotion flashed in Gu Jiantang's eyes.
There was anticipation, worry, and a deep, indescribable excitement.
Zhao Qingxue's fingers clenched even tighter.
The fingernails dug deep into the palm, and blood seeped out.
But she couldn't feel it.
She just stared intently at Li Chunfeng, at his aged, calm face.
In my heart, I silently said:
Imperial Preceptor...
Please stay safe...
must……
After saying that, Li Chunfeng said no more.
He simply stood there quietly, his gaze meeting Qin Mu's.
A strange light flickered in those cloudy old eyes.
He knew Qin Mu was very strong.
Knowing that he was likely no match for them in this battle.
Knowing that there might be injury, defeat, or—
dead.
But he did not back down.
It's not because of pride.
It's not because of dignity.
Rather, it's because—
He needs an answer.
He needs to confront this unfathomable man personally.
He needed to know exactly where his strength fell short of that legendary realm.
He needs—
That one-line opportunity for a breakthrough.
Life and death are determined by the next generation.
Do not break or stand.
This is the swordsman's destiny.
It was also Li Chunfeng's final pursuit in this life.
Qin Mu looked at the light in his eyes and smiled gently.
That smile conveyed appreciation, respect, and a sense of anticipation for a worthy opponent.
"it is good."
He said.
He paused, his gaze falling on the deep night outside the palace.
Moonlight shone down, illuminating the white marble square in front of the Tianqi Hall.
The square was incredibly spacious, large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.
At this moment, there was no one there.
Only the moonlight fell silently.
Qin Mu withdrew his gaze and looked at Li Chunfeng.
"Then—"
He spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Let's fight outside the palace."
Zhao Qingxue's pupils suddenly contracted!
A battle outside the palace?
What does that mean?
It means there are no more scruples.
This means truly going all out in the fight.
mean--
Li Chunfeng might be injured, he might die!
Her body trembled violently, and she instinctively wanted to speak up to stop her.
"The Imperial Advisor—"
But as soon as she spoke, Li Chunfeng turned his head and looked at her.
Those cloudy old eyes were now filled with a gentle light.
"Your Majesty need not worry."
His voice was old and calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty.
"minister--"
He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately:
"I know what I'm doing."
Zhao Qingxue looked at him, at that aged yet exceptionally resolute face.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something.
In the end, however, nothing was said.
Just standing there, watching.
Watching Li Chunfeng turn around and walk out of the hall.
Watching that blue Taoist robe move slowly in the candlelight.
Watching that aged figure walk step by step towards the moonlight outside the hall.
Qin Mu also turned around.
He walked up to Zhao Qingxue and stopped.
He looked down at her.
Looking into her deep purple phoenix eyes, I saw a profound worry.
He reached out and gently stroked her cheek.
"Don't worry," he said, his voice soft but with a strange tenderness.
"I will not kill him."
Zhao Qingxue raised her head and looked at him.
Those deep purple phoenix eyes were filled with complex emotions.
Qin Mu smiled gently as he looked at her.
He didn't say anything more.
He simply turned around, took a step, and walked out of the hall.
The moon-white robe gleamed with a warm luster under the moonlight.
That figure, like a legendary immortal, drifted away into the distance.
Inside the hall, only Zhang Julu, Gu Jiantang, and Zhao Qingxue remained.
Zhang Julu stood still, motionless.
He watched the two figures walk out of the hall one after the other.
Looking at the blue Taoist robe and the moon-white long robe.
His hand slowly clenched into a fist inside his sleeve.
My fingernails dug deep into my palm, sending a sharp pain through me.
But he couldn't feel it.
He just stared intently at the outside of the hall.
Staring at that patch of moonlight.
Staring at the impending explosion—
A battle that shook the world.
Gu Jiantang lay on the ground, struggling to get up.
His body was still in excruciating pain, but he couldn't care less.
He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to slowly climb up.
Holding onto the cracked golden dragon pillar, he finally regained his balance.
He was panting heavily, sweat and blood mingling and streaming down his forehead, blurring his vision.
But he didn't bother to wipe it off.
He just stared intently at the outside of the hall.
Staring at the two figures.
Staring at that patch of moonlight.
Zhao Qingxue stood still, motionless.
Her hands were clenched tightly.
His fingernails dug deep into his palm, and blood seeped out from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground.
But she couldn't feel it.
Just standing there, watching.
Looking at that blue figure from behind.
That was Li Chunfeng.
It was the "Imperial Advisor" she had called him since she was a child.
He was an old man who watched her grow up, taught her swordsmanship, and stood by her side during her most difficult times.
At this moment, he will fight for her.
No.
It wasn't for her.
It is for the purpose of leaving the sun.
For the dignity of the swordsman.
For that one chance to break through.
But in any case—
She didn't want him to get hurt.
I don't want him to die.
A deep worry flashed in Zhao Qingxue's eyes.
But there was nothing she could do.
All I could do was stand there and watch.
waiting.
Waiting for everything that is about to come.
......
outside the temple.
White marble square.
The moonlight, as white as frost, spilled across the wide square.
In the very center of the square, two figures stood facing each other.
They were thirty zhang apart.
One green, one white.
The one in blue is Li Chunfeng.
He wore a blue Taoist robe, held a white jade whisk, had white hair and a youthful face, and exuded an air of otherworldly elegance.
The moonlight shone on him, gilding his entire body with a silvery edge.
Those cloudy old eyes were now fully open.
Its brilliance was restrained, like two ancient pools of unfathomable depth.
He stood there quietly, without a trace of true energy emanating from him.
But the invisible sword intent had already begun to permeate.
It's getting thicker and thicker.
It's getting more and more popular.
Finally, it enveloped the entire square.
The sword intent was ethereal yet undeniably real.
Like an invisible tide, it spread outwards wave after wave.
Wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze.
The imperial guards who were protecting the palace in the distance sensed the sword intent and all knelt down.
Not out of fear, not out of awe.
Rather, it was because that sword intent was too pure, too powerful, and too vast.
Under the pressure of that sword intent, they couldn't even stand up.
He could only kneel on the ground, pressing his forehead against the cold white marble floor, enduring the baptism of the sword intent in the most humble posture.
Inside the Tianqi Hall.
Zhang Julu felt the sword intent and his body trembled slightly.
His hand rested on the long table, his knuckles turning white from the force.
His aged face was now filled with solemnity.
He knew that the Imperial Advisor was serious.
Gu Jiantang leaned against the golden pillar, feeling the overwhelming sword intent rushing towards him.
Those tiger eyes were filled with excitement.
This is the power of the Imperial Advisor!
This is the true power of the half-step terrestrial immortal realm!
Faced with this sword intent, his proud Mountain-Splitting Slash was simply child's play!
A deep sense of anticipation flashed in his eyes.
We look forward to the outcome of this battle.
I hope the national strategist can win.
expect--
Li Yang can salvage his last shred of dignity.
Zhao Qingxue stood inside the hall, feeling that familiar sword intent.
That was Li Chunfeng's sword intent.
She felt it deeply from a young age.
Every time she felt that, it brought her peace of mind.
But at this moment, there was an emotion in that sword intent that she had never felt before.
That is--
Resolute.
Thirty feet away from Li Chunfeng.
Qin Mu stood with his hands behind his back, his moon-white robe fluttering gently in the night breeze.
His face still held that lazy and composed look.
A faint, ambiguous smile played at the corners of his lips.
He stood there quietly, without a trace of aura emanating from him.
He seemed like just an ordinary rich young man, enjoying the scenery under the moon.
But Li Chunfeng knew that wasn't the case.
This man is unfathomable.
It was so profound that he couldn't even sense the opponent's strength.
It felt as if I was facing not a person, but an abyss.
A boundless, bottomless abyss.
Li Chunfeng took a deep breath.
The breath he inhaled, carrying the coolness of the night breeze, made him feel more awake.
He looked at Qin Mu and spoke slowly.
The voice was old and ethereal, exceptionally clear in the silent square:
"Your Majesty, please be careful."
Qin Mu looked at him and smiled softly.
"Don't worry," he said, his voice soft but each word clear.
"I will not let you down."
Li Chunfeng nodded.
Then--
He moved.
His right hand slowly rose.
The white jade whisk flew out of his hand and landed on the ground to the side.
His finger made a light sweeping motion in the air.
The movement was slow and light, as if it were merely drawing an invisible arc in the void.
But with that arc—
A sudden change has occurred!
"Zheng—!!!"
A clear and melodious sword cry resounded through the sky!
That wasn't the sound of a sword.
That was the cry of millions of swords!
The sound came from all directions, from the sky above, from the ground beneath our feet, and from every unseen corner!
It was as if the entire world was responding to his call!
next moment--
A flash of sword light!
Millions of sword lights bloomed simultaneously!
Those sword lights fell from the night sky, pierced through the clouds, condensed in the moonlight, and were born from the void!
White, silver, blue, purple—
Countless colors and countless rays of light intertwine, illuminating the entire night sky as bright as day!
The sword light slowly condensed, eventually transforming into millions of swords!
The swords were of various shapes and lengths; some were as heavy as mountains, some as slender as willows, some as sharp as frost, and some as ancient as rust.
They floated densely in the night sky, occupying the entire sky!
Each sword radiates a different light and exudes a different sword intent!
Some are fierce and domineering, some are light and graceful, some are effeminate and unpredictable, and some are righteous and upright!
Thousands of sword intents and thousands of rays of light intertwined, illuminating the entire night sky like a legendary fairyland!
Li Chunfeng stood beneath the thousands of swords, his blue Taoist robe fluttering in the night wind.
His beard and hair stood on end, and his cloudy old eyes were now gleaming with a sharp light!
That aged face was now filled with an unprecedented radiance!
That's the brilliance that only shines when a sword fanatic faces a true opponent!
That's the fighting spirit that only a strong person can muster when facing a truly strong opponent!
That is--
Li Chunfeng, the Sword God of Liyang, unleashed a sword strike with all his might!
He raised his hand and pointed at Qin Mu.
The voice was old and ethereal, yet it resounded like a thunderclap in the silent night sky:
"please!"
The moment the words fell—
Those millions of swords moved at once!
Instead of rushing towards Qin Mu, they rose up simultaneously!
They swirled, intertwined, and merged in the night sky!
Thousands of rays of light and countless sword intents converged into a massive pillar of light that shot into the sky!
The beam of light was over a hundred feet thick and shot straight into the sky!
It illuminated the entire night sky as bright as day!
The entire Liyang Imperial City was enveloped in that dazzling light!
The purity, power, and vastness of the sword intent contained within that pillar of light caused everyone who sensed it to involuntarily kneel on the ground!
Inside the Tianqi Hall.
Zhang Julu's body trembled violently.
He stared at the pillar of light shooting into the sky, at the dazzling light that almost blinded him.
Those cloudy old eyes were now filled with deep shock.
He knew the Imperial Advisor was very powerful.
But he had never seen the Imperial Advisor use his full power.
At this moment, he finally saw it.
This is the true power of a half-step terrestrial immortal.
This was the all-out attack of the Li Yang Sword God.
Faced with this power, his pride in his wisdom and all that he had painstakingly built up seemed so insignificant.
So insignificant.
Gu Jiantang leaned against the golden pillar, looking at the beam of light.
His body was trembling violently, whether from excitement or fear, it was hard to tell.
He looked at the beam of light with deep awe in his eyes.
This is the power of the Imperial Advisor.
This is a height he could never reach in his entire life.
He suddenly realized how ridiculous his previous challenge to Qin Mu had been.
Even the Imperial Advisor had to exert all his strength to condense such a sword strike.
And what gives him the right?
What made her think that her sword strike could hurt that man?
Gu Jiantang's hand slowly clenched.
My fingernails dug deep into my palm, sending a sharp pain through me.
But he couldn't feel it.
He just stared intently at the light, at the two figures standing opposite each other beneath it.
Inside the imperial city.
Countless imperial guards, palace maids, and eunuchs were awakened by the beam of light that shot into the sky.
They woke up from their sleep, ran to the window, ran outside the door, and ran to an open space.
Then they saw it.
I saw that dazzling pillar of light.
I saw the sword light flying everywhere.
I saw those two figures standing in the square, facing each other.
A deep sense of shock appeared on everyone's face.
They didn't know who it was, or what it meant.
All they know is—
That was the most spectacular sight they had ever seen in their lives.
That was a battle of true powerhouses, beyond all imagination.