Martial Cultivator

Gan Yong retreated dozens of feet, the sword in his hand radiating a dazzling sword light. At this moment, the bright-red sword did not quite resemble the morning glow but rather the evening glow.

Silently reciting in his heart, he then loosened his grip on the sword hilt. The flying sword, Morning Glow, suspended itself in front of him, and the sword erupted with sword qi. It was like a mountain torrent, sword intent emerged between heaven and earth. Torrential sword qi overflowed from the sword, and a massive sword beam manifested from the flying sword, visible to the naked eye.

The blood-red evening glow on the sword seemed to truly illuminate half of the sky at this moment.

Although Gan Yong had not yet stepped into the realm of a great sword immortal, with this sword, he probably already vaguely touched the threshold of a great sword immortal.

The Great Liang Emperor looked at the blind old sword immortal before him and the enormous sword beam spanning heaven and earth. Then, he laughed heartily, "Sword Immortal Gan's sword is truly exhilarating!"

Gan Yong remained expressionless; he had to exert all his strength for this sword, leaving no room for distraction.

As he watched Morning Glow gradually take shape before him, the old sword immortal pushed forward with both hands, exerting force.

The colossal sword beam descended abruptly, and a torrent of sword energy poured out, blotting out the skies and covering the earth. When the snowflakes between heaven and earth encountered the sword qi, it shattered at the same time, becoming fragments and eventually turning into fine powder.

Before the towering sword beam, the Great Liang Emperor appeared incomparably insignificant.

The blood-red sword beam, like the evening glow pressing down, created an illusion as if the sky were collapsing.

No matter how beautiful it was, when the sky collapsed, one would not be able to see any beauty, only fear.

However, the Great Liang Emperor still saw a picturesque view amidst this seemingly collapsing sky.

As the immense sword beam descended, the Great Liang Emperor finally moved. He did not go towards Gan Yong, the best course of action in this perilous situation would be to slay the person executing this sword move right here. However, the Great Liang Emperor did not intend to do so. He welcomed the colossal sword beam and gently clenched his fist. A terrifying aura emanated from his body, spreading into his arms.

With a tap of his toes, the entire figure of the Great Liang Emperor dashed towards the sword beam. His emperor robe fluttered in the howling wind, making a rustling sound!

After a moment, the figure of the Great Liang Emperor had already arrived high up in the sky, dissipating into the snowstorm. Faced with such a sword, did he choose to dodge?

Gan Yong's expression remained unchanged. Although he could not see, his other senses were now incredibly keen. Utilizing the sword beam and the sword qi that filled the sky, he could perceive that the Great Liang Emperor was now amidst the snowstorm high up in the sky.

So, instead of descending, the sword beam suddenly lifted, soaring towards the high sky.

The sharp sword qi took the lead, heading towards the high sky, to shred the Great Liang Emperor to pieces.

However, when the sword qi surged upwards, it encountered a terrifying aura first. The two auras clashed in the high sky, causing countless snowflakes to suffer instant devastation. The sword qi, mixed with the snowstorm, fell and eventually dissipated between heaven and earth.

The colossal sword beam had not truly arrived up in the sky when a loud boom echoed, as if thunder roared in the heavens, resembling the sound of a celestial being beating a drum amidst the clouds.

As the thunder reverberated, an incomparably domineering giant fist suddenly appeared in the sky, obscuring half of the horizon.

It was the fist of the Great Liang Emperor!

At this moment, the most powerful martial artist in the world finally threw a punch!

This was destined to be an unbelievably powerful and terrifying punch; one that would undoubtedly be a crucial turning point in this battle. There would not be many cultivators in this world who could make the Great Liang Emperor throw a punch. The gigantic fist emerged in the sky as if casting an additional shadow, blocking the wind and snow. Simultaneously, the colossal sword beam sought to break through this shadow, perhaps signifying not just a simple clash, but symbolizing the general trend of the world.

Whether was it the general trend of the world or something else, everything would now fall on this grand battle.

Everything would only change after the Great Liang Emperor died.

However, could such a formidable man truly be killed here by them?

It was probably not the case.

That fist finally met the sword beam.

It was as if lightning from the heavens clashed with fire from the earth; unstoppable.

The entire sky suddenly turned blood-red. The sword qi attached to the sword beam began to disperse continuously, spreading into the sky. Refracted by the flying snow, it turned into a vast sunset. However, this sunset did not last long because, at that very moment, the fist in the sky shattered this scenery completely.

An incredibly terrifying pressure appeared!

Gan Yong's expression became incredibly grim as he clenched his jaws tightly.

But in the next moment, when there was no longer any obstacle and the two forces finally collided, everything changed.

Endless sword winds blew down from the sky. The sword beam began to shatter, with sword qi being crushed at that point, and the flying sword started wailing too.

The Great Liang Emperor showed the world using tyrannical means that even though he was not one-tenth of his peak, his might remained unquestionable!

As the sword beam shattered and the sunset dispersed, silence returned to the heavens and earth.

The gray-robed old daoist said with vicissitudes of emotion, "Since it's just a sunset, it hasn't reached a terrifying level. If it's not terrifying, how can it kill anyone?"

Although he did not make a move, seeing the evening glow covering the sky, he already knew the outcome. Gan Yong's thirty years of arduous cultivation to comprehend the sword, preventing his sword heart from shattering, was indeed not easy. However, three decades of bitter cultivation did not necessarily mean that this old sword immortal had made sufficient progress in the way of the sword to step into the realm of Great Sword Immortal. At the very least, he had yet to comprehend a sword technique that could represent a Great Sword Immortal.

However, these things were destined to be unattainable.

If great sword immortal was so easy to achieve, there would likely be great sword immortals everywhere in the world.

However, without being able to execute a sword technique that only a great sword immortal could execute, it seemed he might truly be unable to kill the Great Liang Emperor.

The figure of the Great Liang Emperor reappeared in the sky. Before he could do anything, a brilliant golden light suddenly appeared behind him. The Buddhist Vajra manifested his dharma idol once again, radiating golden light all over his body. Behind him, there was even a golden Buddha dharma idol, reflecting across the sky!

The Buddhist Vajra formed seals with his hands. A golden lion roared, charging out from in front of him towards the Great Liang Emperor.

The Great Liang Emperor abruptly turned around, just as the golden lion reached his face.

The Great Liang Emperor extended his hand and slapped the lion's golden head, instantly disintegrating the lion.

Afterward, the giant fist shimmering with golden light had once again come in front of the Great Liang Emperor.

Previously heavily injured and having recuperated for some time, the Buddhist Vajra had regained some vitality. Seeing the Great Liang Emperor shattering the sword beam, although terrifying, it also likely meant that the Great Liang Emperor was now an arrow at the end of its flight; merely holding on forcefully.

He seized this opportunity to attack. Unfortunately, it did not yield the desired results.

The Great Liang Emperor still appeared immensely powerful and seemed rather indifferent when facing him.

"Since you all want to kill Us, cut the crap and attack together. After We deal with you all, there are still other matters to attend to."

As these words were spoken, the Great Liang Emperor threw a punch at the Buddhist Vajra expressionlessly, directly sending him back several dozen feet, causing the golden light on the Buddhist Vajra's body to dim considerably once again.

An air billow spread towards the distance. The Great Liang Emperor descended slowly, and landed back on the street. He looked at Gan Yong, who still clenched his teeth tightly, and said, "If there's blood, spit it out. Forcefully holding it in will only hasten your death."

Upon hearing these words, Gan Yong was struck as if by lightning. His complexion turned deathly pale, and a large mouthful of blood directly spewed out.

Following that, the Buddhist Vajra fell onto the street, creating a massive deep pit with a thunderous crash.

The Great Liang Emperor glanced at him and remarked, "Your style of fighting, even if you manage to leave today alive, will leave you half-crippled."

Earlier, the Buddhist Vajra had already used a secret technique. Now that he recovered some vitality, with this reckless fighting style, it would undoubtedly cause irreversible damage to his body. After this battle, regardless of life or death, he would certainly pay an enormous price.

"To be able to fight with Your Majesty and have the opportunity to kill the world's number one martial artist, in this poor monk's view, regardless of the trade-off, it's worth it."

The Buddhist Vajra's ferocious face showed some excitement. "I can feel it. Your Majesty isn't as powerful as before. I'm afraid it won't be long before Your Majesty becomes increasingly weakened until finally, death."

No matter how scorching the sun was, there would always be a time when it sets. No matter how powerful a person was, there would be times of decline.

The Great Liang Emperor said calmly, "Before We die, you all will at least die first."

After uttering these words, the Great Liang Emperor paid no more attention to the Buddhist Vajra. He turned his gaze to Gan Yong. "Borrow your sword."

As he said this, the bronze ancient sword, previously struck down by him and fallen into the snow, suddenly shot into the air, shakily hovering in front of the Great Liang Emperor. After glancing at the gray-robed old daoist in the distance, the Great Liang Emperor waved his sleeve, and the bronze ancient sword instantly shot out.

Gan Yong watched this scene, his eyes widening. Although this bronze ancient sword had the shallowest connection with him among the four flying swords, it was still one of his lifeblood flying swords. Others could not even touch it, let alone control it.

Yet, the Great Liang Emperor was able to forcibly sever his connection with this flying sword, leaving him utterly astonished.

He did not understand why it happened.

For a moment, shock and confusion appeared on his face.

"If We had practiced swordsmanship back then, We would probably have entered the realm of great sword immortal earlier than you, Gan Yong."

The Great Liang Emperor watched the flying sword soaring out, his expression indifferent. He said softly, "Since the old immortal wants to be a cowardly turtle, then We will see how hard your turtle shell is. Let's see if Our fist can crack you open."

The gray-robed old daoist paid no mind to the words of the Great Liang Emperor. He just looked at the approaching bronze ancient sword, and his expression had already turned ugly.

A martial artist using a sword was truly unheard of.