Chapter 10: The Name of the Heavenly Sword

  "Whoosh"

  For some reason, under the scorching sun on this summer day, a sudden thunderclap burst forth out of nowhere!

  After the thunder passed, the sky and earth changed greatly, but in a short while, dark clouds covered the top of our heads.

  Lightning flashes across the sky, white electric dragons as thick as water buckets, dancing wildly! A storm is approaching!

  The wind rose, but in a moment, the sky darkened and turned black as ink.

  The cold gleam of the sword flashed under this half-black and half-white sky, illuminating one by one the vivid faces, the dying faces, the wooden despairing faces, the pale defeated faces, the ghastly white stiffened faces, the bloodless dead faces!

  The wind howled loudly and rose up, in front of the Hou Mansion, dark-colored banners fluttered and billowed as if about to tear apart!

  A dark-colored large flag danced wildly in the wind, rustling loudly, as if it had smelled the taste of blood and suddenly gone mad!

  Golden threads embroidered tigers and leopards seemed to come alive, baring their teeth and claws, as if they wanted to pounce out and devour people!

  This is the battle flag, it should be dyed in blood!

  Tang An was originally wearing white clothes, but at this moment the white clothes had already become bloody clothes. The blood on his body could no longer be distinguished as his or that of the Shu Shan disciples surrounding him.

  Tang An's one sword can block a hundred people. Among these more than a hundred Shu Mountain disciples, there are also many masters who have reached the fifth level of Tian Ren, although their realm is slightly different from his, but the difference is not obvious.

  After he initially killed a few people, the low-cultivation disciples of Mount Shu no longer fought separately in groups of seven, three, nine, and eight. They gathered together to form the Big Dipper Seven-Star Sword Formation, the Three Talents Sword Formation, the Ninety-Nine Return to One Sword Formation, and the Eight Gates of Life and Death Sword Formation, to prevent being defeated by Tang An one by one.

  As for the disciples of the Ten Heavens who had reached the fifth realm, they formed groups of three and arranged themselves in a chariot formation, taking turns to fight Tang An.

  But is it useful?

  Of course not!

  Tang An had long seen through their thoughts, and he slowly raised his hand. However, the Shu Shan disciple opposite him felt a sudden surge of tension in his heart when he saw this movement, an inexplicable tension, as if Tang An's raising of his hand would mean his own death.

  Tang An looked at their disheveled appearance and smiled coldly. He just wanted to wipe away the blood on his forehead, but there was too much of it, some of which had seeped into his eyes, causing a stinging sensation.

  "Do you want to wait until I'm exhausted before killing me?"

  Tang An gazed at them, his eyes extremely sharp. Even the slight, unnatural movements of the Shu Shan disciples' throats as they swallowed their saliva due to tension were clearly visible to him.

  He shook his head and didn't care about their thoughts. He turned around, tore off a piece of his sleeve, and gently wiped the long sword in his hand.

  The long sword was covered with fresh blood, some of which had already dried and formed into small black granules.

  He had been fighting for nearly half an hour, and the ground was already littered with corpses, a total of thirty-six. If someone were to carefully examine these lifeless bodies, they would find that the cause of death was surprisingly the same.

  All were killed with one sword stroke!

  Of course, there were more people who got hurt, either on their backs, waists, wrists or chests. In short, those who survived all had injuries to varying degrees.

  No one knew how Tong An did it, even those who were watching from the outside and had come to sign up for the martial arts competition earliest couldn't explain how he did it.

  "Too fast, too fast! His sword is really too terrifying! How can he be so fast? Why did I only see a shadow, and with a blink of an eye, his opponent fell down! Why can he be so fast? Is he human or ghost?"

  There was someone who had already become incoherent. He was also a master of the Five Realms of Heaven and Man, but he discovered that if he stood opposite Tang An, the best outcome would be death. Perhaps it wouldn't be just one sword strike to kill him, perhaps he could barely hold on until the third sword strike. But after the third sword strike, he found himself undoubtedly doomed to die!

  He's too fast! He's like he wants to take the word "fast" to the extreme!

  "He's definitely human! Unfortunately, even if I said it, you wouldn't understand. Fast isn't scary, what's scary is that he's not only fast, but also decisive and ruthless! I ask myself, when killing someone, at least I would hesitate a little, asking myself if I'm guilt-free. But look at him, his sword never stops, one person dies, and immediately another one falls, then the third one..."

  You don't understand, and I don't either. However, I once heard my master say that if you want to enter the heavenly realm, apart from having a full and round inner energy, and transforming your true energy into true yuan, you must also come to realize your own way. Everyone has their own path to follow. If you can't find this road that belongs to you, then you will stagnate for your entire life."

  That man looked at Tang An's aura of killing one person in ten steps, after finishing this speech, but suddenly had an epiphany in his heart, and hastily walked away. He wanted to find a quiet place to quickly capture the fleeting thoughts in his mind, carefully comprehend them, and hope to enter the heavenly realm as soon as possible.

  He left, but more people chose to stay. Today's great battle, they saw with their own eyes, had a hundred kinds of feelings, for their own path of enlightenment, it was indeed beneficial beyond compare.

  The predecessor's secret recipe can only be used for reference. If you imitate it, at most, you can only cultivate to the peak of the fifth heavy heaven and earth. A book of extraordinary secret recipes may record all the cultivation methods of the tenth realm, but if you don't understand it, no matter how others explain it to you, you just won't understand.

  Since there are no two identical people in this world, they will naturally not come up with the same thing.

  The fifth and sixth heavens of Tian Ren are two completely different realms.

  To illustrate, these two realms are like two small islands suspended in the sea, with countless floating bridges laid out by predecessors in between. However, after that person has crossed, the tide rises and falls, and those floating bridges are washed away by the seawater again. He can only tell you which position is most suitable for building a bridge and when it's most suitable to cross the bridge. He can't help you cross the bridge.

  The only one you can rely on is yourself!

  A flash of sword light, a chill, the sound of clashing steel still echoes in my ears, the cries of agony, the sounds of sobbing, fill the space between heaven and earth.

  The blood that cannot be exhausted is the fresh blood, and the enemy that cannot be killed is the avenger!

  Tang An's heart may have stopped, but the sword in his hand had never stopped. Because if he stopped, it would be his death, he didn't want to die, and couldn't die, of course he couldn't stop!

  When he swung his first sword to kill Wang Feng, he already knew that he had embarked on a path of no return. If he turned back, he would surely die without a whole corpse; if he went forward with his head down, perhaps he could still find a glimmer of light in the darkness.

  Just then, Tang An suddenly stopped.

  Everyone was stunned and didn't know why. But those pale-faced Shu Shan disciples who were afraid of Tang An suddenly felt an overwhelming joy in their hearts, all thinking that he must be exhausted!

  But they guessed wrong.

  Guess wrong, the price is certainly huge.

  In the next moment, Tang An's momentum suddenly changed, and a sword light suddenly appeared in the half-black and half-white sky.

  The sword light shot out from Tang An's hand, and the killing intent instantly enveloped the heaven and earth, everyone's heart was like being struck by a large hammer, "humming" with a dull sound.

  The sword light is extremely bright, bursting forth from the midst of black and white!

  The remaining Shu Shan disciples all felt a chill in their hearts, and an endless terror enveloped their minds, leaving them with nowhere to hide.

  Satsujin no Roku

  "Ten steps, one person dead; heart stops, hands don't stop!"

  The sword is out of its scabbard, a person flashes by, and a cold light flashes.

  More than a dozen Shu Mountain disciples only felt a chill on the back of their necks, icy cold like snow. As soon as they touched it, their eyes were filled with dense, bright red, so red it was almost black, and still surging and rolling.

  It's blood!

  "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

  More than ten people fell down at the sound!

  Standing on the field, only thirteen people were left who had never fallen. The blood that flowed out was still hot, but their hearts had already begun to turn cold.

  Tang An lightly coughed, tearing off the last piece of his sleeve, revealing his bare arms, which were also covered in blood, reflecting on his face like a terrifying Asura emerging from hell.

  He slowly wiped the long sword, but his movements were extremely elegant, and there was a hint of bloody coldness in this elegance.

  "Thirteen more people, thirteen more swords..."

  …………

  The Dingyuan Marquis's estate was not located near the Imperial City like those of other noble relatives, but rather near the North Gate. The estate faced south and looked north, with a clear implication that it was meant to guard the northern gate of the country on behalf of the emperor.

  The Dingyuan Marquis's estate was extremely large, and the empty space at the entrance was also very spacious. Usually when the marquis returned to his estate, he would be surrounded by a multitude of attendants, with three hundred tiger-like guards on horseback rushing in, yet it wouldn't seem crowded. But today, the front gate of the estate was packed with people, squeezing the area until it was impossible to move.

  Someone in front of the Dingyuan Marquis's mansion was killing over a hundred people, and more than 100 disciples of Shushan were killed. This news spread throughout the entire capital city of Yanjing within an hour, even Xie ShiYi, who was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, heard about it and came.

  He wants to see what kind of extraordinary swordsman would dare to take on a hundred men alone and kill them like cutting grass.

  As for Xie Shi's old opponent, Ming Xiao, he was originally in the first brothel in the capital, "Hua Wei Mian", surrounded by beauties and drinking flower wine. Upon hearing that something so interesting was happening, he naturally rushed over to watch the commotion, surrounded by his servants.

  He also wanted to see which young master was more arrogant than himself and dared to kill at the registration office of the Tiger and Leopard Army in Dingyuan County.

  Jiucheng Xunfang officer Liu Wuyong has arrived, bringing hundreds of patrol soldiers with him. However, after taking a glance inside, he merely sneered a few times, pinched his nose in disgust, and waved his hand dismissively. His subordinates then surrounded the Hou Mansion entrance, not caring about anything else, only waiting for the killing to be over before doing anything else.

  His behavior this time is indeed very matching his nickname "Liu Useless". Whatever the matter, as long as it involves him, he never takes it seriously.

  The crowd around us is getting bigger and tighter, it's hard to breathe. But the number of people in this circle is getting smaller and smaller, only thirteen are left...

  Tang An seemed to be exhausted too, but his eyes were still bright, burning with a fierce killing intent.

  His murderous intent did not fade, but instead grew thicker as more and more people died at his hands. He had already grasped the Six Styles of Killing Sword, but this was far from enough. He could feel that he had only walked halfway down the path of killing sword.

  "Rumble!"

  Suddenly there was a loud noise between heaven and earth, and the rain finally started falling.

  One drop, two drops... Suddenly it started pouring like a deluge...

  Ming Xiao wore a white, elegant moon robe with golden threads embroidered with vibrant and exquisite floral patterns. In his hand was a folding fan, gently swaying as if he were a refined young nobleman from the mortal world. His brow furrowed, and instantly attendants appeared behind him, holding up large umbrellas to shield him from the wind and rain. However, Ming Xiao's brow remained furrowed.

  He impatiently waved his hand, and the servant, although puzzled, immediately put away the umbrella. He didn't know that Tang An's smile and furrowed brow were because of the sword he had just used, which he seemed to have missed as well. He was secretly regretful.

  Fortunately, there were still thirteen people in the field, enough for Tang An to use again. And the front edge of this big umbrella might block his line of sight in an instant.

  Just to see that fleeting sword light, Ming Xiao, this young master who usually attaches great importance to his appearance, is now completely disregarding the fact that he's getting soaked in the rain, turning into a disheveled and bedraggled mess.

  He died wearing black clothes, he didn't like Ming Xiao's love of grandeur, he was always alone, accompanied only by the "Purple Thunder" sword in his hand. He stood beside Ming Xiao, there weren't many people around them, and between him and Ming Xiao, there were only three steps, Ming Xiao could reach out and touch him. But those three steps seemed like an insurmountable chasm, unreachable.

  Black and white, this is the most distinct contrast in the world, yet it never lacks either of them.

  Although he didn't turn his head, Ming Xiao knew that Xie Shi Yi was right beside him. Although he had long known about Xie Shi Yi's aloofness, he couldn't help but speak up: "Xie brother, you're here too. I originally thought someone as cold and detached as you would absolutely dislike watching lively scenes."

  Xie Shi Yu didn't even turn his head, he knew that Ming Xiao was definitely smiling. Ming Xiao had thick eyebrows and bright eyes, a broad forehead and a straight nose, and he always liked to smile when speaking. When he smiled, his snow-white teeth would be revealed, and if a girl saw him, she would surely feel admiration for him.

  "I'm not here to watch the excitement. I'm here to see him."

  In Xie Shi's eyes, only Tang An was left, and everyone else in his eyes had completely ceased to exist. In the past, even if there were thousands of people on the scene, but in his eyes, there was only Ming Xiao, now there was one more person - Tang An.

  Ming laughed out loud.

  "You're right, we didn't come here to watch the excitement. In this world, swordsmen like us are already lonely, and now there's one more. We should be happy instead. How about I treat you tonight, and we'll drink all night at 'Flowers Not Sleeping'?"

  Xie Shi shook his head and laughed, but Mei Xiao didn't get angry. He threw the folding fan aside, which had gotten wet and the paintings on it were all smudged.

  He suddenly turned his head to look at Xie Shi Yi, whose black clothes made him stand out in the crowd. Ming Xiao shook his head and said: "Life is indeed as desolate as snow..."

  Xie Shi Yi also turned his head, seeing Ming Xiao Pu's arrival from afar extremely lively, but there wasn't a single considerate person, and he shook his head, saying: "Not right. It should be as noisy as ice."

  Just then, suddenly, Tang An moved.

  There were thirteen Shu Shan disciples in front of him, all of whom were top-notch experts in the fifth realm of the Heavenly Man, but he was not afraid at all.

  At this moment, he seemed to have changed, his momentum had changed. A killing aura filled the air between heaven and earth, sharp and piercing. This killing aura surged forth, radiating outward in all directions, stirring up a ripple effect. Even the onlookers felt the chilling intent behind it. Xie Shiyi and Ming Xiao also stared at Tang An in astonishment.

  Ming Xiao's face began to smile, and even Xie Shi Yi's icy face floated with a hint of a smile.

  Ming Xiao said: "Hmmm, this little brother seems to be about to explode. Guess what kind of sword intent he's using?"

  Xie Shi Yu doesn't talk much, that's a fact. Ming Xiao always likes to say some unnecessary words. Xie Shi Yu and he have known each other since childhood, so it's natural to know this.

  Even if no one pays attention to him, Ming Xiao will still talk non-stop. Sometimes, Xie Shi Yi feels that Ming Xiao is even more lonely than himself. Because he has been used to being alone and living with his sword for a long time. But Ming Xiao is different, he always likes lively scenes. Although he always smiles, but that smile, not many people really understand.

  In the arena, the eyes of all thirteen Shu Shan disciples were fixed on Tang An. They could feel the surging killing intent hidden beneath his cold and stern face, a determination to destroy everything and dominate. They even had an illusion that he could really kill all thirteen of them with just one sword.

  But they thought of this and suddenly smiled lightly, which was obviously impossible. As the fifth heaven of Tianren, he could single-handedly defeat thirteen people, which was already a myth, and now he wanted to wipe us out?

  Joke!

  The rain is still falling, the fresh blood on the ground has dried up and then opened again, a dense black red is rippling on the water surface.

  Just then, Xie Shi Yi and Ming Xiao suddenly looked stunned, as if they had seen something unthinkable, and a burst of intense light shot out of their eyes!

  A fleeting glimpse, body like a swimming dragon, under the aura of murder, only a single sword shocked the swan!

  Everyone outside the arena stared at Tang An with wide eyes, looking at him in disbelief. This sword was magnificent, its aura overwhelming, surging like the mighty Qiantang tide, vast as the endless starry sky. This one sword seemed to contain the grand momentum of heaven and earth. Among the onlookers were many top-notch masters who had reached the fifth realm of Tianren, but if they put themselves in Tang An's shoes, they would instantly feel a chill run down their backs, for they couldn't decipher this move at all.

  The charm of that sword, cannot be expressed, cannot be explained. Only saw that instant, a invisible killing intent spread out from the long sword. This killing intent condensed in the middle of the field,

  At this moment, the thirteen people in the center of the sword energy field were like a freeze frame in a movie, completely still! Even the air seemed to have solidified! The only thing that was still under their free control was their eyes. Only their eyes could move. Only their eyes could express the thoughts in their minds!

  At this moment, everyone's eyes are filled with pain, horror and despair!

  Sweat had already seeped onto the foreheads of all thirteen of them. But those sweat drops grew bigger and bigger, yet they still couldn't slide down, as if taking root on their faces.

  Tang An's pace seemed slow, but he suddenly flashed out of more than ten meters and arrived in front of a Shu Mountain disciple who was closest to him.

  A flash of sword light, and a red line appeared on that person's neck, especially eye-catching!

  The second step

  The sword light flashed again...

  The third step...

  Step 4...

  Thirteenth step!

  Thirteen swords passed, Tang An suddenly stumbled forward a few steps, as if he was about to fall to the ground. He immediately used his sword to prop himself up, panting heavily, with sweat dripping down like rain. His sword was covered in fresh blood, the blood of thirteen people.

  His fingers trembled ceaselessly, his hands had long since gone numb, and now all the muscles in his arms were cramped.

  Everyone was stunned, including those thirteen Shu Mountain disciples.

  They turned their heads, but...

  Hmph...

  Suddenly, a shrill sound of breaking through the air rang out, like the sound of water flowing with high pressure and splashing.

  In the arena, all thirteen Shu Mountain disciples were tightly covering their necks, and their eyes were wide open, unwillingly watching Tang An's back. Blood was spraying out from their necks!

  Soon, all thirteen of them stopped breathing, their dead eyes filled with an expression of utter disbelief.

  Tang An crouched on the ground, he propped himself up to stand, and with a burst of strength, his sword suddenly broke, clattering as it snapped, unable to withstand the weight. He simply discarded the sword and stood up.

  The rain hit his face, his complexion was pale and bloodless, his lips were blue, and he was still trembling. It's unclear whether it was from the cold, fear, or excitement!

  He slowly walked forward, and the crowd automatically made way for him. Just as he was about to leave the crowd, someone suddenly stood up and asked: "Why do you want to kill them?"

  Tang An gave him a cold glance and said, "They deserve to die!"

  That man asked again: "Where should I die?"

  Tang An fell silent, he looked back and saw a sea of corpses behind him, a total of ninety-eight bodies, he remembered it clearly.

  "If people want to kill me, I'll kill them!" He said, then turned and left.

  No one dares to stop him.

  Ming Xiao looked at Tang An's back and suddenly burst out laughing. "It seems that apart from Ming Jian and Shen Jian, from now on, this world will have to lose another Tian Jian!"

  Xie Shi Yu also burst out laughing: "Heaven is not benevolent, it should be stopped with killing!"

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