Peace Order-Chapter 838 - 106: Boldly Entering the Martial World

The rises and falls of the Martial World, the changes as swift as the rising clouds and winds, the epoch of Sword Madman Murong Longtu was already two hundred years ago. At that time, a young swordsmith whose entire family was massacred rose up, and how he brought ruin to the Sword Dao of the Martial World, collecting famed swords for himself.

Even the elderly martial artists with white hair today do not understand this, and even Xue Daoyong, who has lived for over a hundred years, was not yet born in the era when Murong Longtu brandished his sword and swept the Martial World for sixty years.

The people here do not know how intense the killing aura of this old man is.

Merely attracted by the reputation, the old man lifted a tree branch and was the first to erupt, entangled in killing aura and Qi Fortune. In terms of personal martial arts alone, a martial artist as talented as Yue Qianfeng was already sent flying.

Yet someone dashed forward, saying:

"Sword Madman, forgive my offense!!!"

It was a sorrowful monk.

The very Living Buddha of the Western Regions. During the affair of the Longevity Guest, because these two fought their way to the Western Regions, he intervened to help, but this old swordsman indiscriminately also struck him. The monk had his own anger, so he joined in the fray.

He caught hold of the Grandmaster who was repelled by the Sword Qi of the Sword Madman with one hand.

And with a backhand strike.

Glazed Glass and Vajra Body!

But it was stopped by a tree branch that even a child could break.

What stopped him was not the branch, but the one holding it.

Buddha says powerful warriors can move mountains.

I say,

Impossible!

Boom!!!!

Previously ranked third in the top ten Grandmasters of the world, the most outstanding Living Buddha in the Western Regions in three hundred years, especially known for his defense and physique, everyone thought he could hold out against this swordsman a bit longer, but unexpectedly.

Glazed Body, Indestructible Vajra.

Broken with one sword!

The old monk who inherited 300 years of cultivation from the Western Regions Living Buddha, ranked third among the world’s ten great masters, because his strength was only third, while the white-haired Sword Madman ranked first among Grandmasters, simply because the top ten Grandmasters list topped out there.

Sword Energy Soaring!

Underneath a certain building was a person, appearing to be in his forties or fifties, with very agile eyes, precisely the Guest Elder of The World’s First Building, Tu Shengyuan, who came early to partake in the fare of the Ming Sect.

In the pursuit battle between the Sword Madman and the Longevity Guest, relying on his unparalleled Qinggong, he quietly followed the fight, witnessed the battle initiated by the Sword Madman, caught a glance from the Longevity Guest, which turned his face pale and mind chaotic for a long time before realizing he had already been tricked.

He returned to be healed by the Innate Purple Yang Taoist of the Taoist sect, but hadn’t rested long before eagerly coming here to watch, Tu Shengyuan stretched his head out, counting those Dharma Forms in the sky, thirty, thirty-five.

A full forty-seven.

The hidden Grandmaster characters in the Martial World, from the north to the grasslands, west to the desert, east toward the sea, excluding the Demon Sect and Ghost Market forces, and generals in the army, were all drawn out.

The Sword Madman fought alone among them.

Coming and going across.

At first, it was just a tree branch.

Then the Sword Qi filled the surroundings, that clearly had become a sword instrument.

In just a moment of distraction, before him was a forest of gleaming white, silver light moving like fish through the four directions, now this was already a vast ocean, Sword Qi like the sea, Tu Shengyuan watched this scene, murmuring: "Sword Qi like this, hahaha..."

"Unmatched under Heaven."

"Unmatched in history!"

He suddenly sat down on the ground, clapping his hands and laughing heartily, while the old Sword Madman alone contended with so many great masters of the Martial World, with dragons roaring and tigers bawling, even the vendor’s legs turned weak, yet he discovered that the Sword Qi had not harmed his side.

Then he realized, intending to slip away, already tossing aside his shoulder pole, took two steps, but turned his head back, looking at the wine and beans in the pole, thinking of his two five-year-old children at home.

He suddenly had the courage of a Jianghu Hero.

Clenching his teeth, moving step by step, he picked up the shoulder pole.

Carried it on his shoulder.

When he finally moved out of the Academy, he realized that his back was already soaked with sweat, his legs uncontrollably wobbly, shaking all over, looking back, what a battle, Azure Dragon connecting to the sky, Fierce Tiger roaring to the ground, a giant wolf with twin wings diving down, a sharp sword soaring to the sky, as if a myth was unfolding, it was like a nightmare.

Earlier still carefree, boastfully claiming himself also a swordsman of the Martial World.

Saying he must witness firsthand, to see if the Sword Madman’s sword was truly so invincible, so unattainable by noble sons, already his complexion was white, holding a sword inlaid with gemstones like a crutch supporting the ground.

The vendor walked forward, but saw a young man carrying something coming towards him, kindly saying: "Young brother, ahead, there’s fighting going on, don’t go there."

The youth in a blue Taoist robe thanked him, gently and elegantly saying:

"Please give me a jar of wine."

"Ah?"

The vendor was stunned for a moment, just feeling that he encountered strange people today, but strange or not, business is business, he handed a jar of wine, his hands still trembling, to that young man.

The young Taoist took out all his money from an old bag, all copper coins, some even with missing edges, took a jar of wine, also took a serving of beans, tasted it, and said: "This tastes very good."

"My grandpa will probably like it."

"Please send some beans to my place."

The young Taoist paid some money, bought the remaining beans from the vendor, and the vendor eagerly agreed. After the young Taoist walked away, he was confused, finding today both fortunate and unfortunate.

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