PFC Chapter 279 The Ultimate Sword, Ten Thousand Swords Pay Homage!
Chapter 279 The Ultimate Sword, Ten Thousand Swords Pay Homage!
now,
The center of the light.
Qin Mu remained standing in the same spot.
The moon-white robe fluttered gently in the dazzling light.
He looked up at the pillar of light shooting into the sky.
Looking at the pillar of light, one can see the myriad sword intents contained within it.
A hint of genuine appreciation flashed in his eyes.
"A fine sword."
He said softly.
Then--
He raised his hand.
The movements were still slow and casual, as casual as picking a leaf from one's own backyard.
He flicked his finger lightly.
"bite--!!!"
A soft sound.
The sound was not loud, even softer than the sword's cry just now.
But with that soft sound—
The beam of light that shot into the sky suddenly stopped!
It is not dissipation, nor is it defeat.
It just stopped.
It remained suspended in mid-air, motionless.
It was as if an invisible giant hand was pressing it down.
The beam of light trembled violently, struggling to break free from the invisible giant hand.
No matter how much it struggled, it couldn't move an inch.
Li Chunfeng's pupils suddenly contracted!
He looked at Qin Mu, at the raised hand, at the finger that flicked out slightly.
His eyes were filled with disbelief and shock!
His sword strike, delivered with all his might—
Was it held down by a finger?
this--
What kind of power is this?
His mind was blank, with only one thought echoing wildly:
impossible.
impossible.
impossible.
But the facts are right before our eyes.
His sword, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, was now suspended in mid-air, held down by an invisible giant hand, unable to move.
Li Chunfeng's body trembled slightly.
He looked at Qin Mu, at that smiling, composed face.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something.
But he couldn't utter a single word.
Qin Mu smiled gently as he looked at him.
There was no smugness or mockery in that smile.
There is only one kind of genuine, worthy appreciation.
"Master Li."
He spoke, his voice soft, yet exceptionally clear in the silent night air:
"Your sword is very good."
"but--"
He paused, his gaze fixed on Li Chunfeng's face, and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Not enough."
The moment the words fell—
His fingers flicked lightly again.
"Buzz—!!!"
A dull tremor resounded!
The beam of light trembled violently instantly!
The trembling was so intense that it made the entire night sky shake!
Then--
The beam of light shattered!
Starting from the top, it crumbled inch by inch!
The dazzling light transformed into countless specks of light, drifting and scattering like the most magnificent fireworks in the night sky!
The light dust slowly drifted down, landing on Qin Mu and his moon-white robe, giving him a faint golden halo!
He stood there quietly, surrounded by swirling dust, like a deity descending from the heavens!
Those millions of swords shattered at the same moment!
It shattered into countless fragments, falling from the sky like a torrential rain!
The fragments shimmered with tiny lights under the moonlight, falling into the palace courtyard, onto the roof of the palace, and onto the white marble square!
The tinkling sounds, like celestial music, echoed in the silent night sky!
Eventually, everything returned to calm.
The moonlight shone down again.
The night breeze began to blow again.
It was as if the earth-shattering scene just now was just a dream.
Yet the countless fragments of swords on the ground still gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.
This proves that it wasn't a dream.
That really happened.
Li Chunfeng stood still, motionless.
He looked up at the falling dust and the countless fragments of swords.
He lost.
We lost completely.
They lost convincingly.
There's nothing to say about the defeat.
His all-out effort was nothing more than a performance that could be stopped at any time in the eyes of the other party.
His immense sword intent was nothing more than a bubble that could be crushed at will in the hands of his opponent.
This is the gap.
This is the true immortal on land, standing just a step away from him—
An insurmountable barrier.
In the night sky, dust particles drifted away, and the sword light faded.
Li Chunfeng stood still, his blue Taoist robe fluttering gently in the night breeze.
He looked up at the slowly falling sword fragments, at the millions of broken pieces that shimmered with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.
He lost.
We lost completely.
But there was no trace of dejection or resentment in his eyes.
There was only one kind of peace.
A kind of enlightened calm as if one has finally seen the way forward.
Even though it was a battle he was destined to lose, he still wanted to try again.
"His Majesty."
He spoke, his voice aged yet ethereal, exceptionally clear in the silent square.
Qin Mu stood with his hands behind his back, his moon-white robe fluttering gently in the night breeze.
He looked at Li Chunfeng, a smile playing in his deep eyes.
"Does Master Li have any further instructions?"
Li Chunfeng looked at him, at that smiling, ever-composed face.
Then, he slowly raised his hand, with an indescribable rhythm.
It seemed to be pulling something.
It was as if it were calling out to something.
"His Majesty just said—"
Li Chunfeng's voice was soft, yet every word was clear:
"My sword is not enough."
He paused, his gaze falling on Qin Mu's face:
"Then today, I will let Your Majesty see—"
He took a deep breath and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Is it enough, or not enough?"
The moment the words fell...
"Buzz—!!!"
A muffled tremor resounded simultaneously from all directions!
The sound didn't come from one place, but rather it surged out simultaneously from every corner, every inch of space, and every wisp of night breeze!
It was as if the entire world was resonating at that moment!
Inside the Tianqi Hall.
Zhang Julu suddenly raised his head!
He felt the sword at his waist, which had been with him for thirty years, trembling violently!
The tremor didn't come from his hand, but from the sword itself!
It was as if the sword was being summoned by some unseen force!
He lowered his head and looked at the sword at his waist.
The scabbard trembled violently, emitting a buzzing sound.
The jade inlaid on the hilt of the sword was now gleaming with a cold, eerie light!
"this--"
His pupils contracted slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock!
The next moment—
"Zheng—!!!"
A clear and melodious sword cry rang out!
The sword actually flew out of its scabbard on its own!
It transformed into a streak of silver light and soared into the sky!
Zhang Julu's hand was still in the position of pressing the sword.
But his hands were already empty.
He looked up at the silver light shooting into the night sky.
That aged face was now filled with deep shock.
"This is……"
Gu Jiantang stood beside the golden pillar, leaning against it and panting.
His wounds were still throbbing, and the blood from his tiger's mouth had congealed.
But just then—
He felt the sword at his waist move!
He suddenly lowered his head!
The massive sword, as wide as a door panel, was trembling violently inside its scabbard!
The blade rubbed against the scabbard, making a hissing sound!
He instinctively reached out to press it!
But his fingers had just touched the hilt of the sword—
"Zheng—!!!"
A deafening sword cry rang out!
The giant sword, like a dragon breaking free from its restraints, suddenly flew out of its scabbard!
The immense force made his hands go numb!
He staggered back two steps, watching helplessly as the sword that had been with him for twenty years transformed into a black light and soared into the sky!
"What?!"
Gu Jiantang's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!
He looked up at the black light disappearing into the night sky.
That resolute face was now filled with disbelief and shock.
"He actually used that move?!"
His voice was hoarse and low, with an uncontrollable tremor.
He recalled what his master had said to him twenty years ago when he taught him swordsmanship—
"The way of the sword has three realms."
"The first level is to control the sword with the person; the sword is a tool."
"The second level is to control people with the sword, where people are an extension of the sword."
"The third level is the unity of man and sword, where the sword is man and man is sword."
Then he asked, "Master, what about above that?"
The master remained silent for a long time before speaking:
"Above that lies the legendary realm."
"Control all swords under heaven with your heart."
"Borrowing the sword intent of all under heaven to prove my own path."
That sword strike was called—
"Ten Thousand Swords Pay Homage to the Source".
He didn't understand at the time.
At that moment, he finally understood.
Ten thousand swords pay homage to the ancestral temple.
This is the Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Origin!
Li Chunfeng's special skill.
The ultimate sword technique, which Li Yang Sword God mastered by devoting his entire life to comprehending!
And at this moment, he is unleashing this sword strike!
Gu Jiantang's body trembled violently.
He looked out the window at the night sky, watching the ever-increasing number of sword lights flying into the sky from all directions!
His eyes were filled with deep awe.
There was also a hint of almost insane anticipation.
I hope this sword strike can rewrite everything.
I hope the national strategist can win.
expect--
Even if we leave the sun, there is still a future.
Inside the palace.
Countless imperial guards, palace maids, and eunuchs were alarmed.
They woke up from their sleep, ran from their posts, and came to an open space.
Then they saw it.
I saw that the swords at their waists were trembling violently.
Seeing those swords, one after another, fly out of their sheaths, transforming into beams of light that soar into the sky!
"W-What's going on?!"
A young Imperial Guard soldier stared blankly at his empty waist.
His hand was still in the position of pressing the sword, but the sword was gone.
"My sword! My sword has flown away!"
"Another soldier exclaimed."
His sword also flew away.
It's not just them.
Everyone who carried a sword at their waist lost their sword at that moment.
As if summoned by some invisible force, those swords broke free from their restraints and flew into the night sky!
"My God! Look at the sky!"
Someone pointed to the night sky, their voice trembling with shock.
Everyone looked up in unison.
Then--
They were all stunned.
In the night sky, countless sword lights are converging.
Those sword lights flew from every corner of the palace, from every direction of the imperial city, and from even farther away!
Silver, cyan, black, purple—
Various colors, various shapes, various sizes.
Some are as heavy as mountains, some as slender as willows, some as ancient as rust, and some as brand new as ever.
They floated densely in the night sky, occupying the entire sky!
The moonlight shone on those swords, reflecting thousands of dazzling rays of light!
The entire imperial city was illuminated as brightly as day!
"What...what is this?!"
Someone murmured, their voice filled with fear and awe.
No one could answer him.
Because nobody knows what this really means.
All they know is—
This was the most spectacular sight they had ever seen in their lives.
A true miracle beyond all imagination.
Outside the palace.
The people of Liyang Imperial City were also alarmed.
They woke up, opened the window, and went out into the street.
Then--
They saw it.
I saw countless sword lights in the night sky.
I saw those swords flying in from all directions, converging above the imperial city!
"Good heavens! What is that?!"
An old man selling vegetables, still holding a vegetable basket in his hand, stared blankly at the sky.
The vegetables in the shopping basket spilled all over the ground.
But he was completely unaware.
He simply tilted his head back, mouth agape, his eyes filled with profound shock.
"Swords! Swords everywhere!"
A young man, his voice trembling with excitement:
"All the swords in the city have flown into the sky!"
It's not just about swords.
and also--
kitchen knife.
A rusty kitchen knife flew out of a house's kitchen, through the window, and soared into the sky!
The woman of the house was holding a spatula, preparing to make breakfast.
She watched the kitchen knife fly away in front of her, as if she had been frozen in place.
"My knife... my knife flew away..."
She murmured, her voice full of confusion.
Not just kitchen knives.
There were also scissors, daggers, machetes, and sickles.
Those iron tools that were originally used for cutting vegetables, cutting cloth, chopping firewood, and harvesting wheat seemed to be awakened by some invisible force.
They flew out from thousands of households, turning into streaks of light that shot into the night sky!
In a blacksmith's shop, the old blacksmith is taking a nap.
Suddenly, he sensed something and abruptly opened his eyes.
Then he saw—
All the swords and knives hanging in the shop, all the ironware he had forged himself, flew up!
They hovered in the air for a moment, and then...
They burst through the door and soared into the sky!
The old blacksmith sat there blankly, watching his hard-earned blacksmithing, which had accompanied him for decades, fly away one after another.
His eyes were filled with deep shock.
"This is...this is..."
He murmured, unsure of what to say.
He just sat there blankly, staring at the night sky illuminated by the sword light.
On the street, everyone was looking up at the sky.
Old people, children, men, women, rich people, poor people.
Regardless of identity, status, or wealth.
At this moment, they are all doing the same thing—
Looking up.
Looking up at the night sky filled with the light of swords.
Look up at that true miracle, worthy of being recorded in history.
"God has intervened!"
Some people knelt down and kowtowed towards the night sky.
"It's a deity! A deity has descended to earth!"
Some people put their hands together and muttered incantations.
Most people just stood there, staring blankly.
As more and more swords flew in from all directions and converged above the imperial city, people watched as more and more swords flew in from all directions and converged above the imperial city.
The sword light grew denser and brighter.
Looking at the night sky, it was completely illuminated by the sword light.
Like the legendary fairyland.