Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 539 - 182
Not far ahead was the courtyard where Jiu Zizai lived in seclusion, where one could vaguely see the stacks of wine jars piled up on one side of the courtyard and a large, broad training ground.
On one side of the training ground, there stood a rack with all the common weapons found in Jianghu.
Taishu Jian reined in the carriage, his eyes fixed intently ahead, holding the longsword that had accompanied him throughout his life in his hand, his thumb against the hilt, unconsciously unsheathed by an inch.
Yuchi Jie's family guard spurred his horse forward, blocking in front of Yuchi Jie.
Between the crowd and the courtyard stood a towering man, at least nine feet tall, clad in iron armor with his face covered, but with his arms bare, his hands resting on the hilt of his sword, silent and statue-like.
The sword he held was especially broad, with the giant man's hands casually resting on its hilt, yet the blade could still be driven straight into the ground, its sharp edge painfully piercing to the eyes. Lin Qiaofu poked her small head out from the drooping curtains on both sides of the carriage, took one look, and turned pale, exclaiming:
"Jue Que?!"
Taishu Jian shivered, almost throwing the longsword in his hand away.
"Little girl, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"
"The Jue Que Sword has been lost to Jianghu for nearly sixty years, with the last sword master of Chu State who wielded it going into seclusion. Even in the Divine Martial extermination battle eighteen years ago, it didn't appear. How could it suddenly show up here?"
"It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense!"
Taishu Jian exclaimed.
The sky grew dim, and the wind picked up, causing everyone's robes to flutter. The masked swordsman in front of the courtyard looked up and slowly took a step forward. At that moment, the Jue Que Sword radiated an overwhelming murderous intention.
The blade of the Jue Que Sword was slanted against the ground.
With one step, he was already tens of meters away, just a few steps from Wang Anfeng and the others.
With another step, the great sword lifted slightly, bringing with it the momentum of tearing through wind and rain, slashing towards a broad area ahead. Wang Anfeng raised his right hand, drawing the broad sword he had obtained from Qingfeng Edge, and spun around to slash.
A loud clang resounded.
Ripples visible to the naked eye emanated from where the two swords met, forming an invisible circle that spread outward, pushing away all the dust and loose soil in the air. Taishu Jian shuddered, tumbled backward, and crashed into the carriage.
He grabbed the two girls inside, one in each hand, and then he burst through the back of the carriage, rolling on the ground in an ungainly manner, desperately trying to avoid getting caught in the Qi mechanism and being directly cleaved by a sword Qi.
His heart pounding crazily, he looked up again to see Wang Anfeng locked in a sword struggle with the masked man wielding the Jue Que, while Gong Yu held his sword and rode his horse at the side, circling but not rashly advancing, his aura growing sharper.
The family guard protecting Yuchi Jie tensed up, the overpowering murderous intent making him feel the urge to flee immediately, but he knew better than to act rashly at such a moment, as it could mean being the first to die.
All he could do was clench his teeth internally, staunchly protecting the pale-faced Yuchi Jie in front of him, blocking that Qi mechanism, his eyes fixed on the sudden skirmish ahead.
The sword in Wang Anfeng's hand collided with the Jue Que, one of the top ten famous swords of the previous generation.
There wasn't a single sign of damage.
The suddenly unleashed murderous aura was so thick it was terrifying, causing the hairs on the back of Wang Anfeng's neck to stand up as he fought with his sword. With his right hand holding the sword and his left pressing on the spine, he contended against that robust brute strength, with faint traces of gold flowing along the edges of his palms. He said in a measured voice,
"Who are you?"
The masked man's eyes showed no change in expression, nor did he respond to give Wang Anfeng any chance to speculate. He just roared from his throat, and his tremendous strength surged again, pushing Wang Anfeng back, even as he staggered. Wang Anfeng clenched his teeth, resisting with all his might.
This was the first time since learning the Ten Powers of Tathagata that he had been pushed back in a head-on confrontation. Each step back left a deep imprint on the ground, and after seven steps, there were seven footprints.
When he placed his seventh step, Wang Anfeng suddenly let out a low shout, with a reddish-gold Buddhist scripture emerging on his forehead. His body's Qi mechanism intertwined and floated, forming a visible pale golden Buddhist Bell that inverted over him, rotating slowly, its many Sanskrit blessings hard to discern.
Amidst a roar, waves of Qi surged.
Several horses behind him neighed and died on the spot. Gong Yu leaped up, sword in hand, while Taishu Jian had already pulled the two girls and started running away.
"Retreat quickly!"
Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, his voice containing recollected True Qi as he shouted angrily. In the void, it seemed as if a lion roared in fury. The masked man's expression seemed to blur for a moment, and the strength in his hand naturally weakened.
Wang Anfeng took advantage of the situation to withdraw his sword and step back, and the Jue Que Sword heavily chopped into the ground. Just at that moment, Anfeng's movement technique abruptly halted, and suddenly he stepped forward again, his right foot directly landing on the broad sword's blade and pinning it to the ground.
With his right hand patting the sword from behind, his left hand suddenly opened, forming the shape of a palm technique. It arced up from beneath his ribs, striking upward against the burly man's dantian.
With the sound of a clear sword ring in his ears, Gong Yu had been watching for a long time. Under the pulling of the qi mechanism, the sword in his hand had already whistled out.
There was no depiction of Heaven and Earth, nor was there the summoning of any marvelous spectacle. He simply concentrated all his sword intent and momentum into the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, arriving in an instant, directly aimed at the pressure points on the back of the masked man.
The fierce sword qi and intent penetrated, and just drawing the sword from its scabbard almost caused Taishu Jian, who was not far away, to cry out. However, when this strike from the young leader of the Qingfeng Solution struck the masked man's torso, it could only penetrate half an inch and then could not advance any further.
Gong Yu's expression remained unchanged as he lifted his hand and twisted his wrist. The azure-colored sword qi erupted, tearing out several bloodstains. He stepped on the man's shoulder, turned around to retreat, and created some distance. Crimson beads of blood followed the sword's ridge and slid off. The man's back was already drenched in blood, a rather miserable sight.
Yet, whether it was Taishu Jian or Gong Yu himself, they both knew that this was merely a superficial wound and wouldn't significantly harm martial artists of Seventh or Eighth Rank, let alone the masked man who, for some unknown reason, had attacked them.
Taishu Jian curled his lips, revealing a wry smile.
At this moment, he suddenly heard the howling of a fierce wind by his ears. The oppressive palm power dominated the void, and even though he was quite far, he felt some difficulty breathing.
This was clearly a top-notch, powerful palm technique in the world!
And it appeared from a martial artist with such a profound mastery of swordsmanship?!
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Taishu Jian's brain was somewhat dazed for a moment, as though filled with paste.
When Wang Anfeng struck with his left palm, it seemed ordinary, as if he lacked any martial prowess. But it quickly became incredibly swift and fierce. Near the body, the qi was solid as a mountain, vast and substantial. Behind him, a faint, illusory image emerged. Before the others could see it clearly, his palm had already heavily struck the man's abdomen.
A thunderous boom echoed.
Countless airwaves exploded, the ground itself nearly crushed and torn inches deeper by the blasts. The man's back was spattered with more blood from the previous wound, yet his feet on the ground were immovable. Wang Anfeng instead felt a trembling and stinging pain in his palm, and his expression subtly changed.
In that instant, the previously absent eyes of the masked man had already returned to their normal state, dark as a lightless night.
With his right hand raising the sword, it violently broke free from the restraint and was lifted. Then it harshly chopped down towards Wang Anfeng's head.
Wang Anfeng let out a low roar, the image of the Golden Bell Shield reappearing around his body, and the palm of his hand secretly harbored the Gang Thunder Force. He activated the Gang Thunder Force that he had just managed to send into the man's body with his previous palm strike, Gong Yu and Anfeng were close enough to hear the sound of thunder exploding within the man's internal organs.
The Jue Que Sword still missed its mark.
It merely heavily chopped beside Wang Anfeng, instantly leaving an extremely deep crack in the ground, the sword qi blade reaching all the way in front of Lin Qiaofu and the others. Taishu Jian stopped the Qingfeng Solution disciples behind him and shouted angrily as he drew his sword.
His face flushed red as he barely diverted the stray sword qi. He staggered back, nearly coughing up blood, his face showing an extremely complex expression as he forced a smile:
"I was originally hoping to get even closer. I never expected to encounter something like this…"
"This is not much different from the 'River and Mountain Anthem' of the previous Jue Que Sword Master mentioned in the 'Great Chu Xunye Sword'."
"No, that's not right…"
Lin Qiaofu's pale face shook her head, her eyes fixating on the three figures in the distance.
With the combined efforts of Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu, they had managed to make the masked tall man miss a strike, which can barely be considered a mild injury, and both had undoubtedly used at least seventy to eighty percent of their martial arts prowess just now.
The man in front of them was clearly as powerful as the Sect Master of a regional sect.
At the very least, while wielding the Jue Que Sword, he was an absolute Fourth Rank expert, second to none under a Grandmaster in the jianghu.
As Taishu Jian turned to look at her, Lin Qiaofu took a deep breath and said softly:
"That move just now was the starting technique of the secret sword of the Jue Que that was specially cultivated by the Chu Imperial Family in the past."
"River and Mountain Anthem…"
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