Chapter 2713 "Mist Condensing into Sword"
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This remark was filled with deep sorrow, as well as a sense of guidance from a senior.
Jiang Beichen didn't feel much, but Long Zongshi and others slightly frowned.
Because of him, we now know Jiang Beichen's true strength, he has become a Saint! In the martial arts world, strength is respected, and the strong are always ahead. The tone of Sword Master Long makes it sound like he is praising a junior, which makes them feel uncomfortable no matter what.
Do!
At this moment, a breaking sound came from below, and several figures, panting, climbed up from below.
Naturally, it was Wang Lie and several other disciples at the master level.
Jiang Beichen burnt his bridges and crossed the river, leaving them with no alternative but to climb up. Even for a grandmaster, scaling such a steep cliff is no easy task, and at this moment, they are all out of breath from exhaustion.
Swoosh!
After a while, a violent shock was felt in the air.
From the distant mist, a black dot suddenly appeared and quickly grew larger. In no time, a figure stood on the top of the mountain like a steel spear.
This person is dressed as a wandering swordsman, holding a long, slender katana in his arms. He walks over in wooden clogs, casting a disdainful gaze at the crowd. He looks at the white-haired man standing in front and coldly asks, "Are you Longjian?"
"Outrageous!"
"Bold!" Luo Yanzhong shouted in a deep voice, saying, "
"Pathetic Japanese thieves, dare you not call me by my teacher's name?"
Disciples of the Longquan Sword School scolded one after another.
The Elder Longjian raised his hand and stood up slowly. He walked to the front and said calmly, "When I first entered the martial arts world, my master gave me the name Longjian, hoping that I would uphold the glory of the Longquan Sword School. Now a century has passed! Former friends are like fallen leaves in the wind, gradually being transferred, and it has been a long time since someone called me by my name!"
Speaking of this, Master Long Jian had a hint of sadness in his eyes.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of dense mist at the mountaintop. In an instant, the mist condensed into an icy sword, which he held in his palm.
The crowd exclaimed in astonishment.
Condensing mist into a sword, what kind of technique is this?
It's simply unheard of!
Even Muto Bai Chuan gradually put away his nonchalant expression and his eyes grew serious.
"When true qi cultivation reaches its peak, one can attain the stage of transforming all things. At least this is the power of a quasi-saint. It seems that the rumors from the outside world are not unfounded. This is quite interesting!" Muto Baichuan was not intimidated by the methods of the Dragon Sword Master. Instead, his eyes were gleaming with excitement and eagerness to try.
龙剑上人冷漠一笑，回过头看了江北辰一眼，“一枝梅小友！这是本座出关第一战，刚见到这倭贼，也不过如此，一战未免不能尽兴，等我斩了这倭贼，一会儿咱们两个切磋一下，如何？”
Muto Momochika frowned.
Damn it!
What does this mean?
You're saying that the battle won't be satisfying? Are you implying that you will win?
You're really looking down on me, Muto Momochika, huh?
Muto Momochika snorted and glanced over the crowd. However, when his gaze swept over Jiang Beichen, he couldn't help but pause.
Holy shit!
Damn!
He doesn't know much Chinese and his language skills are not very rich, so at this moment, he can only use "wo cao" to conceal his inner astonishment!
No, it's not astonishment, it's horror!
But Jiang Beichen frowned at this moment.
This Long Jian Shangren is already quite old, yet his competitiveness is still so strong that he wants to have a match with himself?
However, considering the current situation with the Japanese, it would be inappropriate for him to refuse the old man's request. He simply replied calmly, "Today, the younger generation came to cheer for the elder. If Shangren is interested, we can find a place another day to exchange and learn from each other in martial arts!"
Master Long Jian nodded his head. "Alright!"
After saying that, he took two steps forward with his ice sword in hand. However, at this moment, his eyes widened in surprise, for Muto Bai Chuan, who was just standing in front of him, had disappeared without a trace!
Jiang Beichen didn't feel much, but Long Zongshi and others slightly frowned.
Because of him, we now know Jiang Beichen's true strength, he has become a Saint! In the martial arts world, strength is respected, and the strong are always ahead. The tone of Sword Master Long makes it sound like he is praising a junior, which makes them feel uncomfortable no matter what.
Do!
At this moment, a breaking sound came from below, and several figures, panting, climbed up from below.
Naturally, it was Wang Lie and several other disciples at the master level.
Jiang Beichen burnt his bridges and crossed the river, leaving them with no alternative but to climb up. Even for a grandmaster, scaling such a steep cliff is no easy task, and at this moment, they are all out of breath from exhaustion.
Swoosh!
After a while, a violent shock was felt in the air.
From the distant mist, a black dot suddenly appeared and quickly grew larger. In no time, a figure stood on the top of the mountain like a steel spear.
This person is dressed as a wandering swordsman, holding a long, slender katana in his arms. He walks over in wooden clogs, casting a disdainful gaze at the crowd. He looks at the white-haired man standing in front and coldly asks, "Are you Longjian?"
"Outrageous!"
"Bold!" Luo Yanzhong shouted in a deep voice, saying, "
"Pathetic Japanese thieves, dare you not call me by my teacher's name?"
Disciples of the Longquan Sword School scolded one after another.
The Elder Longjian raised his hand and stood up slowly. He walked to the front and said calmly, "When I first entered the martial arts world, my master gave me the name Longjian, hoping that I would uphold the glory of the Longquan Sword School. Now a century has passed! Former friends are like fallen leaves in the wind, gradually being transferred, and it has been a long time since someone called me by my name!"
Speaking of this, Master Long Jian had a hint of sadness in his eyes.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of dense mist at the mountaintop. In an instant, the mist condensed into an icy sword, which he held in his palm.
The crowd exclaimed in astonishment.
Condensing mist into a sword, what kind of technique is this?
It's simply unheard of!
Even Muto Bai Chuan gradually put away his nonchalant expression and his eyes grew serious.
"When true qi cultivation reaches its peak, one can attain the stage of transforming all things. At least this is the power of a quasi-saint. It seems that the rumors from the outside world are not unfounded. This is quite interesting!" Muto Baichuan was not intimidated by the methods of the Dragon Sword Master. Instead, his eyes were gleaming with excitement and eagerness to try.
龙剑上人冷漠一笑，回过头看了江北辰一眼，“一枝梅小友！这是本座出关第一战，刚见到这倭贼，也不过如此，一战未免不能尽兴，等我斩了这倭贼，一会儿咱们两个切磋一下，如何？”
Muto Momochika frowned.
Damn it!
What does this mean?
You're saying that the battle won't be satisfying? Are you implying that you will win?
You're really looking down on me, Muto Momochika, huh?
Muto Momochika snorted and glanced over the crowd. However, when his gaze swept over Jiang Beichen, he couldn't help but pause.
Holy shit!
Damn!
He doesn't know much Chinese and his language skills are not very rich, so at this moment, he can only use "wo cao" to conceal his inner astonishment!
No, it's not astonishment, it's horror!
But Jiang Beichen frowned at this moment.
This Long Jian Shangren is already quite old, yet his competitiveness is still so strong that he wants to have a match with himself?
However, considering the current situation with the Japanese, it would be inappropriate for him to refuse the old man's request. He simply replied calmly, "Today, the younger generation came to cheer for the elder. If Shangren is interested, we can find a place another day to exchange and learn from each other in martial arts!"
Master Long Jian nodded his head. "Alright!"
After saying that, he took two steps forward with his ice sword in hand. However, at this moment, his eyes widened in surprise, for Muto Bai Chuan, who was just standing in front of him, had disappeared without a trace!