Martial Cultivator

“The old sword immortal will probably still not win this battle.”

Chen Chao did not harbor too much hope for him, even though this was the old sword immortal’s last time drawing his sword.

Xu Bai nodded, exhaling a breath, and said softly, “The Sword Sect’s Sect Master is still too high.”

Indeed, that was the highest sword peak in the world. As long as he lived, he remained the highest.

Chen Chao thought for a moment and suddenly said, “Actually, I think you still need to go watch. The old sword immortal may not win this time, but it will still be a final sword with no regrets. His style is different, his mood is different. As for whether the Sword Sect’s Sect Master will always be the highest, don’t think about that for now.”

Xu Bai turned his head, a little hesitant.

Chen Chao smiled, “In any case, you have to guard your flying sword. It was hard to obtain. Are you just going to ignore it?”

Xu Bai thought for a moment and finally made up his mind, then asked, “Fellow Daoist Chen, do you want to go together?”

Chen Chao nodded, “Such a grand event, even though I am not a sword cultivator, I still have to see it. Besides, afterward, one of my friends will also be drawing his sword.”

Xu Bai was taken aback.

At this moment, suddenly a sword light shot up from the ground. It seemed as if it had just realized it needed to go watch this duel. But just from the sword light, one could tell that this person was unquestionably a sword immortal.

Chen Chao remembered something and suddenly called out, “Yu Xiyi, help out. Keep an extra eye on Fellow Daoist Xu’s flying sword. Don’t let it really get lost later.”

Xu Bai was first stunned, then confused. Yu Xiyi? He had certainly heard this name before. The most outstanding young sword immortal had also come?

Chen Chao’s voice was not soft and carried far. Everyone around heard it clearly, especially that sword cultivator from before.

His expression became even more interesting.

What the... this guy in front of him actually has a connection with that young sword immortal?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Yu Xiyi is what kind of existence, how could he possibly have a connection with this guy?

But what happened next left him even more bewildered.

Above the sky, where the sword light appeared, a voice carried from a distance, “Why would Your Father have time to care about this crap?”

Though the words were like that, Chen Chao knew that the other had this matter in mind.

Although Yu Xiyi was not the most pleasant in speech, he was still a decent person.

Thinking of this, Chen Chao suddenly remembered something else and said with a laugh, “Yu Xiyi, do you remember losing to me?”

There was a moment of silence from the direction of the sword light, then a voice came, annoyed, “I, Yu Xiyi, am not as good as Chen Chao!”

Chen Chao laughed heartily. This punk...at least he keeps his word.

But immediately, from beneath the sky came two words: “Just kidding!”

Chen Chao cursed, “Your ass!”

Xu Bai could only laugh and cry at the same time. This Lord Warden Commander’s character was really... honest.

But for the many sword cultivators watching, this scene was not that simple. That sword immortal in the sky, their identity could almost be confirmed - it was Yu Xiyi.

There were probably very few sword immortals in the world who could act so lively and playful like him.

So since he was joking and teasing with that young man in black on the ground, and considering the other’s clothing, his identity was clear.

The other sword cultivators instinctively took a few steps back. The sword cultivator closest to this scene was drenched in cold sweat.

Sweat the size of soybeans dripped continuously from his forehead. He looked as if he had just been pulled from the water.

Freaking hell... could this really be that young Lord Warden Commander?

What about what he did in the inn before?

The sword cultivator’s heart was completely dead. It’s over, it’s over. My sect is implicated, even the old dog I raised will probably die with me.

Just as the sword cultivator’s mind went blank, that young martial artist over there even turned his head to look and asked, “Are you very hot?”

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The old man brought the sword dragon along, rolling with overwhelming sword qi, leaving the skies above Three Feet. In an instant, he had already reached a thousand miles away.

The terrifying sword qi tore through the cloud sea here, cutting a path like a heaven-reaching road.

The old man stood on Wild Grass, which trembled continuously, as if displeased.

The old man laughed and cursed softly, “You fellow, your temper is not small. Your sword master is even willing to lend it to me for a use, and you still refuse? Do you not know that if this old man uses you as the main sword today to strike once more, it would be giving your sword master a chance at unprecedented glory?”

The old man’s words were spoken from the heart; not exaggerated at all. On the contrary, they were extremely sincere, so much so that after the wild grass trembled again, it quieted down.

Seeing this, the old man chuckled, murmuring, “Hundred Year Sword, such a fine flying sword, this old man has really never used it before.”

Although at this realm, and especially at this age, the exact flying sword in hand was no longer important. Which sword cultivator in youth, when practicing the sword, did not wish to wield the sharpest sword in the world and become an invincible sword immortal?

The old man thought that since this was his last time wielding the sword in this life, he would follow his heart completely.

Half a short day later, the old man was less than a few hundred miles from the Sword Sect. Turning his head, he saw that the sword cultivators who had followed him had already been left far behind.

Only a sword light, as small as dust, was continuously growing larger in the distance.

That was Yu Xiyi.

As a sword immortal, Yu Xiyi’s speed in flying on the sword was certainly stronger than many sword cultivators. This was beyond doubt.

The old man raised an eyebrow. This kid was not bad.

Although the Sword Sect was far ahead, the old man no longer planned to go forward. As the only sect in the world composed entirely of sword cultivators, the Sword Sect had been extremely mysterious over the years. Few outsiders knew its location.

Although the old man never considered himself a disciple of the Sword Sect, he had spent a full sixty years there. To say he had no feelings toward the Sword Sect would be false.

Moreover, this last sword strike was only against the Sword Sect’s Sect Master, so it was not that troublesome.

The old man hovered in midair, silent for a moment, then shouted, “Old fogey, twelve duels over a sixty-year cycle, this old man has lost to you each time. Now, this old man has only one final breath left. I’ll challenge you with my sword one more time, do you dare accept?!”

These words were carried on vast sword qi, audible in all directions. At this moment, sword qi surged.

Even the sword cultivators who had not yet arrived could hear the words from afar.

Once the old man spoke, the world fell silent. All things were still, waiting for someone to respond.

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The Sword Sect hung suspended in the world, sword qi swirling. At this moment, the sword qi was greatly disturbed. Many sword cultivators raised their heads, hearing these words with some shock.

They all knew that Sword Immortal Luting had descended the mountain. At the time, they had felt some regret. After all, such a great sword immortal was nearing the end of his life. But unexpectedly, shortly after descending, the old sword immortal still refused to be content and wanted to challenge the sect master of his own sect.

But just as the old sword immortal said, he had already lost twelve times. Was there really any need for this thirteenth duel?

Would the result not be the same?

But the other party was a great sword immortal after all. The sword cultivators did not speak, only some looked toward the back mountain, waiting for a response from their sect master.

The sect master had been in seclusion for a long time since his last return.

At the back mountain, in a seemingly ordinary cave dwelling, after a long period of quiet, footsteps began to be heard. A tall man, with long black-and-white hair, came to the entrance of the cave and glanced forward.

The rolling sea of clouds blocked his view.

“Yang Luting, still unresigned in the end?”

After a moment, the voice of the Sword Sect’s Sect Master came out, very calm, with no edge detectable.

The voice was not loud, but it carried clearly.

“Old fogey, speak no more. Dare you battle this old man once again? Your sword achieved nine parts of comprehension, yet never perfection. Though this old man is near death, I have truly comprehended a sword better than yours. Don’t you wish to see it?”

The old man’s voice alone was enough to pique the interest of the Sword Sect’s sect master.

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