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Chapter 844 - 107 Murong Longtu Falls (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3

Chapter 844: Chapter 107 Murong Longtu Falls (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3

"Are you two really going to swallow the entire Martial World?"

Jiangnan Eighteen States, Murong Family.

That seemingly ordinary wooden sword suddenly lit up.

This wooden sword had been here for a long time. Murong Qiushui wanted to use Zither Sound to awaken the Sword Spirit of this wooden sword, but she always failed. The wooden sword just sat there quietly, allowing the wind to blow over it, birds to perch on it, enduring the wind and rain, still and ordinary.

Sometimes, even Murong Qiushui doubted whether the anomaly she saw with the sword before was just a figment of her imagination. Yet, she continued to play the zither daily, using her family’s Cultivation Technique to attempt to catalyze the sword, but to no avail.

But on this day, Murong Qiushui knew it was the time Murong Longtu called for a showdown in the martial world. She lost the desire to play the zither, overwhelmed with panic, and her zither sound was bound to be chaotic. All she could do was reminisce about the past, remembering how the tall old man would hold her.

Remembering how he would let her sit on his back to pick flowers when fruit appeared on the trees, and how the swordsman once lowered his head to craft flower wreaths with his nimble hands, making sturdy toys for her to play with.

In the past, she believed grandpa was the strongest swordsman in the world.

But at this moment, memories from the past came flooding back, she realized.

The strongest swordsman in the world was her grandfather.

The myriad experiences she thought she’d almost forgotten were now vividly clear. Murong Qiushui couldn’t help but feel her nose tingle with sadness, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She hastily wiped them away, suddenly hearing the sound of the wind.

The wind stirred gently, fiercely echoing like sword sound, softly resonating like sword sound.

The old man once made a wind chime from a broken sword; when the wind blew, it sounded like a thousand swords ringing, named "Residual Sound." Murong Qiushui loved it when she was young. As she grew older, she didn’t know when it vanished.

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Murmuring, Murong Qiushui stumbled to her feet, rushing toward the direction where the sound came from.

And saw the wooden sword trembling under the tree, with Murong Family disciples already surrounding it, their faces filled with astonishment. Yet none dared approach, the sword sound continued incessantly, only to stop abruptly upon Murong Qiushui’s arrival.

It seemed to be bidding farewell to the woman for the last time.

Then the sword body emitted a sound, its sharp aura soared to the heavens.

The Kunlun Sword Sect Elder Nu, who had offended Li Guanyi, originally came with Yan Daiqing from Chen Country to protect Murong Qiushui. Suddenly, he heard an eerie and piercing sword sound that made his scalp tingle.

The old swordsman dashed out, clutching his sword.

"Where is such a Divine Weapon?"

To only see a wooden sword ringing loudly.

The wooden sword circled Murong Qiushui for several cries. The usually carefree woman inexplicably shed tears, crying profusely, then in a moment, the wooden sword soared into the sky.

All the sword instruments in the city rang continuously.

Jiangnan Eighteen States are very far from Central State Imperial City, relying on water routes takes over a month to arrive. At this moment, the sword sound soared to the heavens, instantly tearing apart the clouds overhead.

The wooden sword transformed into Qi Mechanism and left from Jiangnan.

Elder Nu’s face abruptly changed, incredulous:

"Divine Weapon Ascension?"

This sword seemed to pierce through Jiangnan and Central State, and wherever it traveled, swords were drawn from their sheath. View the correct content at webn.ovel.co\m

In Central State Imperial City, a fierce battle raged on, above Nine Heavens, Dragon Roar echoed continuously. Li Guanyi was slightly stained with blood, yet the assassins collapsing around him were terrified to their core. They tried their best to leave marks on the young man.

But these marks seemed to heal in the blink of an eye?!

Murong Longtu is a monster, and his great-grandson is also a monster. Li Guanyi finally pierced this most difficult guy with the Chi Xiao Sword, and at the brink of death, the man begged: "It wasn’t us wanting to be your enemy, it was..."

Li Guanyi coldly replied: "It was the royal family of this Imperial City, it was the noble families of the world."

The man’s expression froze, then grew increasingly frantic.

Li Guanyi said: "I will find them."

"Tell those twenty-three assassins who just met their end, on the Netherworld road."

"Don’t go too fast, wait for them."

With a swift motion, holding the Chi Xiao Sword as if he was wielding a butcher’s knife, he pierced the man’s throat, pinning him to the ground, then turned and sliced his head off, learning from the experience.

Blood soaked into the ground, Li Guanyi’s injuries slowly healed. Yet he felt deeply dissatisfied, after coming to Central State Imperial City, Li Guanyi often restrained his nature while performing various tasks.

He hoped to resolve matters peacefully.

But apparently, those in the royal family truly believed Li Guanyi was kind and could be deceived.

This battle was the most satisfying for the old man.

Even if they waited for Grandpa Murong Longtu to enter the martial world before acting.

Li Guanyi could comprehend.

The struggle in the world is innately like this, without reason. Yet now when the old man confronted them, the royal family Elders couldn’t hold back; with shrewd calculation and exceptional intelligence, they thought they controlled the grand trend.

To seize this ’great opportunity,’ they aimed to assassinate Li Guanyi on the street.

Li Guanyi, holding the Chi Xiao Sword, set his eyes on the Imperial Palace.

But at this moment, above Nine Heavens, Dragon Roar echoed continuously. Red Dragon slightly descended, military god, Taoist Sect, Formation Leader, living Buddha, Su Wang, Mozi, Purple Sun, Su Yue, descended one after another, occupying one of the eight trigrams positions each.

The Martial Artists in the martial world widened their eyes watching this chaotic battle.

They couldn’t distinguish who was stronger or weaker, just gritting their teeth, as if their lives depended on watching this battle.