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Chapter 635 - 55: Ascending, Magnate, Swordsman, Legend

Chapter 635: Chapter 55: Ascending, Magnate, Swordsman, Legend

Boom after boom echoed incessantly.

Three hundred elite soldiers of the Imperial Army of Ying Country, clad in heavy armor, were knocked to the ground by the overwhelming Qi Mechanism, unable to rise on the Imperial Path, their inner Qi severed as if unable to gather again.

The green-robed old man nonchalantly flicked wine drops that shot forward like dragons for three hundred yards.

A ring head saber heavily chopped down.

The wine was split in the middle as the general, along with his horse, stepped back three paces, exhaled a breath, opened his voice, lifted his eyebrows to reveal a rough countenance, his armor menacing, his weapon in hand, and he praised, "Good sword Qi."

He Ruoqinhu, the famous general of Ying Country.

Ranking fourth on the world general’s list, standing beside the prince in his twenties in the court of Ying Country, when it came to military merits, he was slightly more distinguished than Yuwen Lie, but he was also a bit older.

Originally a young master from the Western Regions, youthful and ambitious, skilled in archery and horseback riding, he was won over by the Emperor of Ying and became Ying Country’s War General. His military strategies were swift and fierce, once charging through the battlefield, offering tactics, capturing more than ten cities of Chen Country.

Thus, a large area north of the Great River was incorporated into Ying Country.

Pushing the war front from the Central Plains to the region near Jiangnan.

He was just over thirty when he accomplished such feats.

Thus his name shook the world, and to this day, he stood as an Upper Pillar Country-level general of Ying Country, now in full armor, holding a heavy saber that radiated a piercing chill, merely saying, "Sword Madman?"

The second sentence was, "Take my blade!"

Horses neighed furiously, his mount was a black tiger, subdued with his bare hands, now roaring with a whirlwind rising, charging at Murong Longtu, just like Yuwen Lie.

He Ruoqinhu split the circulating Qi of the Sword Madman.

But he couldn’t stop the Sword Madman’s stride.

That flow of Qi was interrupted but continued, like running water, an unbroken stream.

He Ruoqinhu and Yuwen Lie both turned back, the top generals joining forces; even the so-called Grandmasters of the Nine Heavens of the Martial World would be slain and trampled into mud amidst the unstoppable cavalry, yet they struggled to halt the Sword Madman in his current state.

They watched the haggard green-robed Sword Madman, this was the Imperial Palace of Ying Country, in the capital, apart from three of the top five Divine Generals, many other martial artists from the Martial World were present.

Yue Qianfeng said that he only dared to break into the Imperial Palace of Chen Country.

If it were the Imperial Palace of Ying Country, he feared he would be done for.

Li Guan followed the old man forward, still in the dark of night, the stars bright and the moonlight clear, the sound of horse hooves as if from another world, martial artists leapt into the air, sleeves brushing by, inner Qi swirling like spinning dragons.

Then the dragons were scattered.

Every step the green-robed Sword Madman took was of equal distance.

The action was as precise as drawing a sword.

The martial artist that soared was the Supreme Elder from the Middle Sword Sect, whose continuous swordplay could stab out three thousand six hundred swords in one breath, famed for the fastest sword amongst all.

Staggering while drinking, yet holding a long spear, was once a proud disciple from the Great Spear Fortress of the Western Regions, who, without armor, pierced through fifty Iron Futu with a long spear.

Drifting elegantly was an elder brother from the Taoist Innate tradition.

The one standing solemnly with hands clasped, his face showing anguish, was another monk from the Western Regions Buddhism, a close acquaintance and friend of Li Guan, cultivating the Dragon Elephant Vajra Physique, his body practicing the All-covering Glazed Glass Skill, his physique rivaling that one born from Buddha’s saying of the strongman moving mountains.

The Valley Master of Sword Casting Valley carried on his back thirteen mystical weapons of higher quality.

Both hands were grasping a Divine Artifact.

Surrounded by renowned masters from the Martial World.

Yet none were deemed worthy to receive a slash from the Sword Madman’s sword.

The Green Robed Swordsman with just a wine jug shattered the flurry of star-piercing sword lights, overturned the Buddhist light, Murong Longtu glanced at Li Guan, who simply said with a smile, "Grandpa wants to drink, then go ahead."

Murong Longtu’s smile was warm,

"You’re standing here alone, aren’t you afraid?"

Li Guan replied, "I am also a descendant of Murong Longtu."

"I am also the son of Li Wanli and Su Changqing."

"I also have things I want to do, people I want to meet, Grandpa, please go enjoy your drink."

And so Murong Longtu laughed heartily.

With just one palm down, he snatched the sword from the one acclaimed as the world’s fastest swordsman.

Just one sword.

The Vajra Glass physique of the Western Regions old monk intensely rippled, and then shattered layer by layer, the Great Elder of the Middle Sword Sect’s wrist twisted, yet he shouted loud, "Strike now, the Sword Madman draws his sword, his accumulated momentum has been broken!!!"

Martial artists of the Martial World attacked in waves, but were all swept away by a single sword.

The white-haired Sword Madman finally laughed out loud, "Accumulate momentum?"

"When I draw my sword!"

"I never accumulate momentum!"

With one sword there is a Sword Madman, who in the world dares call themselves a swordsman before me?

Li Guan watched Murong Longtu go cheerfully on his way and he himself stayed put. The old Sword Madman walked leisurely, surrounded by two of the world’s famous generals and martial artists who had made their names for decades in the Martial World, so wary just to stop the madman.

The world’s number one swordsman, the first among the ten Great Grandmasters.

Li Guan’s gaze moved over.

He saw the Imperial Palace of Ying Country, unlike Chen Country’s style of luxurious and meticulous details, Ying Country’s palaces were simple, vast, and more imposing, with an especially magnificent building soaring into the skies in front of the simple palace complex.

The Green-Robed Sword Madman was on the other side, drawing away the strong members of the royal family, the name generals, and the martial artists of the Martial World; the clashing of swords and weapons was ceaseless, whilst Li Guan, looking up, saw a formation of armored soldiers armed with swords and weapons, encircling and lining up before him.