Chapter 639 - 56: The Fifth Martial Arts Legend! (Seeking Monthly Votes)
Murong Longtu’s swordplay was so unrestrained and wild, stirring up a tempest of mystical weapons. Guan Yi, as composed as a Military School’s Great General commanding his troops, held his weapon, flinging one mystical weapon after another into the air with the most ancient and precise martial maneuvers, his demeanor cold and exacting.
He utilized every ounce of strength, every surge of power to its purest extreme.
Meanwhile, the elder on the other side was wildly unrestrained, like a madman who had drunk his fill, his brushstrokes bold and unrestrained as he wrote, with no fixed form in his martial style, utterly different from the other’s.
The Sword Madman’s swords scattered everywhere.
In the end, fifty-seven mystical weapons crisscrossed the skies, swirling and howling with overwhelming momentum. The Sword Madman paced through the void, casually grabbing a sword to execute a sword move, seemingly effortless, yet each was a unique, unparalleled sword technique.
Jiang Su, donned in armor, dispersed all those sword energies with his ancient and calm moves.
Initially, the martial artists gathered close to watch, but as the Sword Madman’s sword qi surged, they had no choice but to retreat a hundred feet. When those fifty-seven mystical weapons intertwined, everyone stumbled back even further.
They could not approach, nor dared to.
Even their swords, quivering as if weeping, left the Valley Master of Sword Casting Valley speechless, only able to sigh while Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu displayed complex expressions.
Martial artists of the Martial World often boast about their carefree delight; such famed generals view it disdainfully.