Seven Swords Roam the World

  A small town in southern Shanxi, a handsome middle-aged swordsman and a young man are resting at an inn. A wedding procession passes by on the street, with cymbals and drums playing intermittently. The people in the procession look dusty and tired, as if they have been traveling all day.

  The middle-aged swordsman looked at the team for a while, then said to the young man: "Sword, wait a minute, we'll go south."

  Jian'er heard this and raised his head, asking in confusion: "Master, shouldn't we be going east?"

  "It seems like something interesting is going to happen in the south, just follow me." The middle-aged swordsman said calmly.

  "Yes, I understand." Jian'er nodded in agreement after hearing the words.

  The next day, the sun rose from the east of Mount Tai, and there were only two days left before the competition began. A middle-aged man in gray clothes flew to the foot of Mount Tai on his sword, registered with the disciples of Lingjue Temple, and then started climbing up the mountain.

  Half an hour later, the man in gray finished climbing the stone steps. He looked refreshed and invigorated, without a hint of fatigue, as if he had not climbed hundreds of feet of stone steps, but rather strolled along a small path. After reporting his name and origin, the man in gray followed the guidance of the Lingjue Temple disciples to arrive at the residence of the Shushan Sect disciples.

  Yang had recovered from the injuries of the big battle two days ago after another night's rest. After getting up and washing in the morning, he prepared to go to Jiang You's room to continue forcing poison on him.

  As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw a middle-aged man in gray clothes walking towards him. He took a closer look and smiled to greet the man in gray: "Master Zhuge, you've finally arrived."

  "Oh, I've also rushed for two days to get here," said Zhuge Mo to Yang Guo. As soon as he finished speaking, the door beside him opened and it was Li Lian. He saw his master had arrived and paid his respects according to the rules of master and disciple.

  During this time, others heard the voice and also came out to pay their respects to Zhuge Mo. Yang introduced Muyong Jing to Zhuge Mo.

  After the polite exchange, Li Lian stared at Zhuge Mo's face for a long time before asking, "Master, did you fly here?"

  "This is not Master's first time coming to Mount Tai, how can he be so rude as to fly up here? Master came from the foot of the mountain." Zhuge Mo replied.

  "But Master, how can you not be red-faced and panting, without any sign of fatigue? This is impossible!" Li Lian's face was full of disbelief.

  "Alas, you're a hopeless case! You've really disgraced your master. Can't you even infuse spiritual energy into your feet?" Zhuge Mo said with a look of frustration.

  Li Lian turned his head and looked at the crowd around him with a smile but no words, and asked painfully: "You can't all be like this, can you?"

  Everyone was silent, just looking at Li Lian's helpless appearance. Jiang You couldn't help but laugh out loud first, which triggered a burst of laughter, and even the usually stoic Nangong Ao Yun shook his head with a smile. After the laughter subsided, Yang told Zhuge Mo about his experience on the road and also informed him that Yili had replaced Jiang You in the competition.

  After Zhuge Mo arrived, he treated Jiang You's poisoning and injuries. Originally, Yang and Nangong Ao had been taking turns to treat Jiang You for two days, and most of the toxins in his body had already been eliminated. With Zhuge Mo, a master with seven layers of spiritual power, taking over, the remaining toxins in Jiang You's body were cleared out that day, and he only needed to rest for five or six days to recover. Of course, participating in the Silver List competition was no longer possible.

  Two days later, the Silver List competition officially kicked off, and everyone arrived early at the Lingjue Temple's martial arts arena. On the hundreds of meters wide martial arts arena, eight stages stood tall, each stage with a width of fifty meters, providing ample space for the contestants to showcase their skills.

  The matches are held simultaneously on eight courts, with four matches per court. Courts 1-4 are in the middle, while courts 5-8 are located at the four corners.

  Among the crowd, Yang You and Murong Jing were both arranged in the first round. Yang You was at the second arena, while Murong Jing was at the fourth arena, not far from each other. Yang You walked to Murong Jing's side, looking into her gentle eyes, and softly said: "Add oil."

  Murong Jing gazed at Yang as well, nodding slightly. At this moment, it seemed that too many words were unnecessary. The two then walked towards their respective arenas.

  As he walked to the front of the second arena, Yang lightly jumped up and stood on top of it. Arenas one through four were in the middle, so there were especially many people standing below them, most of whom were disciples of the Lingzhu Hall. They all surrounded the area beneath the first arena, while on top of the arena stood the number one genius of the Lingzhu Hall - Lin Xuan.

  Ling Chu held a curved knife, wearing a short-sleeved linen shirt, with a face full of scars. If not for his sharp eyes that could kill people, others would have thought he was just a butcher selling pork in the market.

  On the other side of the arena was a red-clad maiden, who held a long sword and bowed her hands saying: "Su Mei of the Yue Nu Sect, please instruct me, senior brother."

  Ling Chuang gazed at her with a gloomy expression and said in a low voice: "Ling Jue Temple, Ling Chuang!"

  Su Mei's eyes were chilled by Ling Chuang's gaze, but she shouted: "Yu Nu Jian Fa first move, sword out without a trace, look at the move!" After finishing, she drew her sword and stabbed towards Ling Chuang.

  Ling Chuang stood still, unmoved. When the long sword was about to reach him, he flicked his wrist and the Tiger Splitting Curved Knife flashed out of its scabbard. A white tiger over a zhang in size flew out from the knife tip, directly pouncing towards Su Mei.

  All that was seen was a flash of white light, and the White Tiger directly engulfed Su Mei. In an instant, the white light dispersed, leaving only Ling Chuang standing on the stage, while Su Mei lay quietly in the middle of the stage, with fresh blood constantly flowing from her mouth.

  One move, just one move! Ling Chu had already won. The entire arena suddenly fell silent, and everyone stared at Ling Chu in silence, while the Ling Jue Temple disciples who were originally ready to cheer also remained speechless, because using such a swift and ruthless method to defeat a woman was truly not commendable.

  On the platform on one side, sat the masters of the twelve sects, with two seats empty. Suddenly, a middle-aged beautiful woman flew from the platform to the arena, her right hand holding Su Mei, and her left hand injecting spiritual energy.

  She looked up at Ling Chuang and said with hatred: "Is it necessary to be so heavy-handed with a girl?"

  Lingchuang was not afraid of the middle-aged beauty's gaze, and he said lightly: "I will never go easy on my opponent just because she is a woman."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and slowly walked down from the stage. As he passed by, everyone made way for him, watching him leave with a mixture of respect and fear in their eyes.

  Yang looked at Ling Chu's back, thinking that the most frightening thing about this opponent was not his cultivation, but his heart. Coming back to himself, Yang turned his head towards platform four, where Mu Rong Jing's match had already begun, she was now steadily gaining the upper hand and should be able to win soon.

  He looked back at his own stage, only to see a young man in gray clothes jump onto the stage, with an iron anchor at his waist, bowing his hands and saying: "Taohu's Sunken Ship, Ruan Xiaosan, please instruct me!"

  Looking at his opponent in the middle of the fourth layer of spiritual power across from him, Yang said with a cupped fist: "Yang Guobu of Mount Shu, please."

  Yang Guo didn't hold back, and Ruan Xiao San naturally didn't show any courtesy. The iron anchor at his waist flew out directly, rushing towards Yang Guo. Although the opponent was only a mid-fourth layer cultivator, he used an unusual and mysterious ancient sword that couldn't be underestimated. Yang Guo then used the Treading on Blue Sky Step, dodging to the side by two zhang.

  The iron anchor was indeed different from ordinary weapons, and in a situation where it was about to lose momentum, it suddenly flew towards Yang.

  Ruan Xiaosan manipulated the iron anchor to fly towards Yang Guo, shouting: "My hundred-changing iron anchor is made of fifth-grade mysterious iron, be careful! Take my ship anchor hundred changes!"

  Ruan Xiaosan finished speaking and shook the iron chain with an iron anchor, the three curved hooks on the anchor head flew out in three directions to the left, middle and right, striking Yang Guo.

  Just as the three hooks were about to hit him, Yang leaped into the air and rose several meters. He used the Treading on Blue Sky Step of Mount Shu to avoid this attack.

  Yang drew out his Ice and Fire Twin Extreme Swords and said calmly, "Try my Twin Extreme Sword Style!"

  Ice and Fire Twin Extreme Sword struck three anchors in an instant. He infused spiritual energy into this strike, a powerful spiritual energy transmitted from the iron anchor to Ruan Xiaosan's hand, causing Ruan Xiaosan's body to shake violently, unable to hold onto the chain anymore, the ship anchor was nailed to the stage, and Ruan Xiaosan stumbled back three steps.

  Ruan Xiaosan had just steadied himself when Yang suddenly flashed before his eyes, the Ice Fire Twin Extreme Sword stabbing directly at Ruan Xiaosan's throat. Ruan Xiaosan's face changed greatly as he hastily activated his Protective Body Mystic Technique, while the sect leader on the viewing platform also let out a startled cry and stood up.

  Just as Yang Wujin's Ice Fire Twin Extreme Sword was about to pierce Ruan Xiaosan's Protective Mystical Technique and reach his throat, the sword stopped.

  Yang put away his long sword and cupped his hands in a smile: "I concede."

  At the same time, Mu Rong Jing also won easily on the fourth arena. Yang Guo and Mu Rong Jing exchanged a glance, both smiling back at each other.

  At this time, the audience below was cheering, cheering for Yang Guo and Mu Nianci's powerful strength. However, most of these cheers came from the mouths of disciples from other sects, and the disciples of Lingjue Temple seemed to look down on them.

  Yang had just walked down from the stage when Yili rushed over, cheering and jumping: "However, Brother Yang, you and Sister Jing are really too powerful, defeating your opponent in just a few moves."

  "Aren't you supposed to be competing? Why haven't you gone on stage yet?" Yang replied with a smile.

  "Oh, right! I'm at arena 8, come watch me compete!" Ying Ling said as she dashed off to arena 8.

  Yang looked at Yi Ling's happy and lively figure, smiling and shaking his head. Mu Rong Xiang walked over beside him and said softly, "Not going to watch Yi Ling's match?"

  Yang shook his head and said: "Luo Man followed Ao Yun, let's stay here and watch Li Lian's match."

  Murong Jing didn't say a word, only slightly nodding her head. The two walked to Li Lian's side, Yang You just patted Li Lian's shoulder and said: "Come on, brother supports you."

  "Yes, I support you too!" Jiang You, who had a much better expression on his face, encouraged.

  Li Lian nodded resolutely and turned to jump onto the arena. The match between Li Lian and Song Wan was on Arena No. 2, Yang just raised his head to watch the battle between Li Lian and Song Wan, Li Lian's cultivation and skills were far inferior to Song Wan's.

  Under Song Wan's lightning-fast gun attack, Li Lian quickly fell and suffered a serious internal injury. Fortunately, Song Wan was not as arrogant as Ling Chuang, he immediately went to check on Li Lian's injuries after winning, and nodded at Yang Guo in a friendly manner.

  Li Lian and Song Wan's fight ended in less than half a minute, at which point Yang Guo saw the disciples who were watching hurry towards the eighth arena, where there was thunderous applause. Yang Guo looked up to see Yilin and her opponent exchanging blows, fighting extremely fiercely.

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