Why do I have so many masters?

Chapter 705: Chapter 24 Divine Martial Mansion! (9000 characters combined 2 in 1)_2

“Draw your swords.”

The even sound of breathing halted abruptly.

Then the massive creature seemed to open its eyes.

One by one, unsheathed longswords silently rose, cutting through the air, then like a falcon lurking in the shadows, the moment it stepped out of this secluded valley, the repressed and guided evil aura of the military formation erupted and soared.

Two swordsmen were locked in a standoff.

The swords of the Qing Taoqi raised, Yuchi’s generals, Gongsun Jing, and Taishu Jian, three Sixth Rank experts acted, their brilliant streaks of light flashed by, instantly striking the Jianghu martial artists, and tearing through the air like waves, ripping open large gashes.

The martial artists’ onslaught came to an abrupt halt.

The Qing Taoqi resembled a giant beast, lying across the valley.

When the Jianghu people saw the military formation representing the Divine Martial Mansion appear before the valley, it meant that the conflict between the two sides had reached a sharp degree, Jianghu people would naturally not lack valor, and the fight turned brutal in an instant.

The swordsman with the surname Yan let go, stepped back half a step, his eyes shining as if harboring two suns, and grinned:

“We can fight here, but it’s not convenient for a fight to the death. You’re quite good with a sword and speak straightforwardly, but I wonder if you have the guts to take a fight up there with me?”

He gestured upward with his hand.

Without waiting for Wang Anfeng’s response, he drummed up his qi mechanism and leaped dozens of feet into the air, then stood in the void, perfectly stable.

A hundred meters behind him stood a man dressed in black, like a corpse that had risen from a coffin, and also that white-clad Jiangdong hero, stepping through the air with a feint.

The swordsman surnamed Yan tried to control himself not to look back at the two highly skilled warriors on his side, a flicker of a different expression crossed his face, but he soon returned to his heroic demeanor, looking down at Wang Anfeng as if inviting him.

The sky above everyone’s heads pressed down even lower, as if not long before a torrential downpour would come to wash away the increasingly accumulated blood on the ground.

Wang Anfeng looked up, squinting his eyes, and for some reason, Cao Donglin felt that the prey below him wasn’t really looking up at him, nor was he being deliberately defiant. Despite being at a lower position, he seemed to have a condescending attitude.

Before he could figure it out, Wang Anfeng had casually thrown his Yan Zhi Sword’s scabbard down, took the famous sword in his right hand and stepped upward.

This step landed firmly in the air, with not the slightest wobble, as if he were stepping on the ninety-nine Jade Steps in front of the Tai Chi skills of the Great Qin, then he raised his right foot and took another step up.

The dark blue robe swayed slightly.

A young man came with a sword.

Step by step, I ascend to heaven’s ladder.

The tall swordsman found his breath catch for some reason, watching the young man approaching step by step from the bloodbath, a feeling of admiration surged within him that he couldn’t suppress.

Wang Anfeng ascended seventy-seven steps.

The Yan Zhi Sword in his hand sang out, indeed like a low-flying swallow spreading its wings.

The tall swordsman suppressed the ripple and fluctuation in his heart, expressionless, his right hand effortlessly raised the exceptionally broad and thick longsword before him,

His left hand braced on the sword scabbard, suddenly exerted force, and with a clear and long cry, the scabbard shot out like a crossbow bolt, piercing through the nearby rock wall.

A golden longsword was revealed in the air, radiant and stunning as if it were the clouds at sunrise. The tall swordsman’s eyes softened, he gently brushed the sword edge with his left hand, and then, looking up to Wang Anfeng, he said:

“Please.”

His voice paused, then solemnly stated:

“I will surely kill you with all my strength.”

As he spoke, his demeanor was calm, like a towering and expansive mountain range, and his sword raised in hand, after a slight pause, enveloped a grandeur and oppressiveness resembling mountains, seas, skies, and earth, cleaving down towards Wang Anfeng.

As if the mountain itself was a sword, the sea also a sword, and the unscalable heavens were just a longsword held in his hand. Since it was a longsword, it was to be used for killing, not for show.

Wang Anfeng’s Yan Zhi Sword raised, and he thrust forward in an instant, his robe suddenly straightening.

Then the heavens shattered.

The grand sword momentum instantly broke apart, leaving only the golden sword and the edge of the Yan Zhi Sword to strike heavily against each other, the mountainous force heavy, the swallow’s light cry as it fluttered past the mountaintop.

Boom!

Gongsun Jing once again blocked the sword of a Jianghu martial artist with his weapon, then, with no fanciness, lifted his leg and kicked the fighter away. His saber danced as if it were an extension of his own arm, slicing back and opening a large gash on a woman’s neck.

The main artery was cut through, and blood spurted unstoppably.

She was a beautiful woman, her hair as black as a starless night, those stars all residing in her eyes. If she were wandering Jianghu, she would be seen as a fairy by many, but at that moment, the woman only swayed slightly before she collapsed into the blood-soaked mud on the ground.

In an instant, a warrior stepped on her spine to leap up, desperately attacking Gongsun Jing, but was immediately pierced through the ribs and abdomen by two waist sabers from the side, nearly torn asunder.