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Chapter 642 - 56: The Fifth Martial Arts Legend! (Vote for Monthly Tickets)_4

Chapter 642: Chapter 56: The Fifth Martial Arts Legend! (Vote for Monthly Tickets)_4

Thus that game of chess, was the world itself.

Jiang Wanxiang stretched out his hand, smiling as he said, "Within three years."

"I won’t attack Jiangnan."

"You enter the Western Regions, I attack Chen Country, and then we fight to the death for the world."

"How about that?"

Li Guanyi extended his hand, striking the palm of the old man.

The young Marquis Qin Wu thought for a moment and replied:

"You just said, ’To seek revenge one must swallow charcoal to silence their voice.’ isn’t that what an assassin does? You killed my parents in the name of great national affairs; therefore, only by sacrificing your country to my parents can I call it revenge."

Jiang Wanxiang laughed heartily: "Good, I await the day you come."

"Today, you’ve come to retrieve the antidote, haven’t you?"

Jiang Wanxiang said with a smile: "The cup of wine you just drank is the Detoxification Medicine for the Fei Poison. If you had been as cowardly as Chen Dingye and wanted to switch drinks with this old man, then there would have been no antidote."

"Hahaha, it can be seen as a gift from me for returning Generals Yuwen Tianxian and Yuwen Hua to me, along with those brave soldiers of mine."

Jiang Wanxiang spoke with a carefree smile:

"The day you and I go to Central State for a royal hunt."

"When the Emperor releases his deer, you and I will chase it together."

"How about that?"

Li Guanyi said, "It’ll depend on whether you can ride and hunt."

Jiang Wanxiang laughed loudly: "I’m surely not weaker than you, but today, let this old man personally escort you out." However, Li Guanyi shook his head and said, "No need, you escorting me wouldn’t be from the kindness of your heart."

Jiang Wanxiang did not deny it.

He highly esteemed that future both of them could not see, mentioned by Li Guanyi.

Peasants have their standpoints, and his backing from the aristocratic families supported his; therefore, he had his own standpoint too. He had walked his path for a lifetime, reaching where he stood, so he definitely couldn’t, and couldn’t afford to, turn back.

Outside the roaring torrents of air were no less intense than the brief bout of chess inside.

Gale-force winds howled, clouds pressed downward, and dominantly sharp energy surged towards the heavens.

Murong Longtu unleashed a Sword Qi from afar, which was intercepted by Jiang Su with a single spear, severing the sword energy that seemed as vast as the skies.

This legend of the Martial World grabbed the mystical weapon, and suddenly Gang Qi burst forth.

A crystal-clear shriek resounded.

The extremely sharp mystical weapon was sent flying from his grasp, and casting aside his long spear, Jiang Su used his fists and palms, every part of his body seemingly becoming a weapon in its own right, sending rolling torrents to knock away mystical weapon after mystical weapon.

Murong Longtu continued recklessly, still lifting a hand to grasp another sword, his cuts heavy, only to be shattered again by Jiang Su. The indifferent Sword Madman watched as the swords representing his experiences and legends were knocked to the ground.

Then he soared again, as if not knowing fatigue, merely circling in the air.

Mystical weapons whistled, sword moves, Primordial Spirits, and numerous Magic Techniques were executed to their extremes.

Jiang Su said, "The Sword Madman commanded ninety-seven mystical weapons, ruled unchallenged across the world for two hundred years, one man forcing back ten thousand troops, is that all there is to it?"

His tone finally carried that undertone of arrogance.

Li Guanyi directly pushed open the highest window of the Star-picking Tower, then leaped onto the eaves from there, the youth stood at the height where everyone’s gaze was fixed on him and suddenly shouted, "Grandpa, where’s the wine?!"

Murong Longtu flicked his wrist, and a jug of wine flew over. The youth caught his mother’s favorite wine, holding the jug and facing in the direction of Jiangnan far away. The night passed, the moon set, and the rising sun cast its early light on Li Guanyi’s shoulders.

The youth squinted, feeling the warm sunshine on his body. He poured out the wine, letting it fall from this highest place down to the world below.

"Dad, Mom..."

Li Guanyi looked at the distant sky, today was a clear day, just like the name Su Changqing. She and the son of Li Wanli were in Chen Country for the grand ceremony to replace their ancestors’ plaques with their own, allowing the Emperor of Chen to offer incense to them.

Then standing at the highest point in the court of Ying Country, pouring them wine.

His actions seemed plain, but upon closer thought, his audacity was no less than that of Murong Longtu. However, Li Guanyi only hoped, if possible, to bring his parents back again.

His aura was serene.

Sword Madman Murong Longtu watched the youth, his face gentle, yet he thought of his own younger self.

Alone with both parents gone, his lineage slaughtered, he carried his sword into the Martial World.

Murong Longtu fought his whole life, unbeaten in three hundred sword duels, crushed all the Sword Sects in the world, seized mystical weapons, and ended up with ninety-seven mystical weapons. Mad and proud, he considered himself invincible, but the reason he took up the sword was only a longing to return to those early years.

Back then, he didn’t have many mystical weapons or a world-renowned invincible reputation. He took a stone to carve a wooden sword, brandishing it and proclaiming it to be the best in the world. Murong Longtu, thinking about his past, finally just laughed, without regrets.

In his lifetime, he never looked back, never regretted.

But now, Sword Madman watching Jiang Su’s unrestrained boldness, watching the youth with his robes flapping, offering wine as thanks to the world,

As a young man, he always had wished for someone to protect him from behind.

Now, after two hundred years, the white-haired Murong Longtu had fulfilled the wishes of his youth.

The elder suddenly burst into laughter.

The fifty-seven mystical weapons seemed to lose their guidance, crashing down in unison.

The sword tips pierced into the ground.

After returning his sword to the Martial World, an intense and satisfying duel ensued, and now the aged swordsman finally returned his last sword.

Thus, Murong Longtu reencountered the self that held no sword.

’Have you become the number one swordfighter in the world?’

From the simplest to the most complex, and now as all grudges are settled, everything complex returns to simplicity.

Exhilarating!

Exhilarating!!

The sounds of the fifty-seven mystical weapons hitting the ground was clear and resonant, all embedded into the earth, which then cracked all at once. Sword Madman flicked his fingers forward, and Sword Qi surged through the sky; his final stroke landed on Jiang Su’s Divine Weapon Armor, sending a tumultuous wave of energy over the armor.

This set of peerless Divine Weapon Armor came apart!

Jiang Su’s unbeatable military god physique was breached, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Murong Longtu reached out and took away all the Detoxification Medicine for Fei Poison from Jiang Su’s waist, then turned and strode away. Sword Madman’s white hair fluttered, his back bearing no more swords, while behind him, fifty-seven mystical weapons howled.

Murong Longtu.

In his twilight years.

With sword, he entered the legend of Martial Arts.