Sword Aura to the Heavens-Chapter 255 - 250: The Sword’s Sigh

What Ji Hua speculated was correct. He did not explicitly state it, but he tacitly allowed his direct disciples to go and execute the secret realm inheritance.

As for how to do it, he didn’t know and did not participate.

Therefore, he was not very clear about what Ying Ze and others did, but it was indeed an action under his tacit approval.

At his level, what else could he pursue?

Naturally, it was the supreme Sword Dao, that realm of the Sword Tao Saint.

At the very least, he needed to cross the current threshold and stand equal to the Xuanyuan Sword.

His whole life, since his youth, he had always been a prodigy.

Though born into the great Li family of the Da Li Dynasty, he did not settle for enjoying the glory of the family. Instead, he made the entire Li Family proud because of his existence.

From a young age, he became famous, and thereafter traveled the world, making a name for himself.

At the time, the family hoped he would inherit the family and not wander, but he didn’t care at all. If he were an ordinary person, he might have chosen to become the family heir, but he wasn’t. The Li Family was too shallow to contain him.

Because of this, the family was even displeased.

But later, both the family and the entire Da Li heard his name.

From then on, the world first recognized the Sword Cultivator Li Chengying, and then knew the Li Family.

Afterwards, he hit a bottleneck, asking the sword Xuanyuan, he knew that although he was at the peak of Da Li Swordsmanship, it was still far from enough, the Sword Dao had even higher peaks.

He stayed in Chi Xiao City, founded the Shadow Bearing Sword Arena, and practiced diligently.

Hearing that the Xuanyuan Sword might rise because of the secret realm inheritance, he who tirelessly pursued Sword Dao in vain thought of the secret realm inheritance, and then came the subsequent events.

To achieve a higher peak in Sword Dao, what counted as the death of some people?

Even if they were disciples of Li Mountain, so what?

Even if the Li Mountain Sword Master came today, it couldn’t stop him.

Currently, at the peak of the world’s Sword Dao, there is no name of Li Mountain.

Ji Hua had a chance, but now, he would strip Ji Hua of that chance.

Of course, also Wen Ruyu, as well as this disciple of Zuo Canglan.

These three should be the most outstanding prodigies of the next generation under Li Mountain, right?

Li Chengying glanced at the three of them.

From today on, Li Mountain would have no future.

"Back then, when Master Zuo and the others were present, nowhere was the name of Li Chengying to be found. Now that Li Mountain has declined, you, Li Chengying, actually dare to look down on Li Mountain, how laughable." Ji Hua’s white hair flew, his expression indifferent as he said: "You are not afraid of Li Mountain, perhaps today we may perish by your hands, but you, Li Chengying, will also not survive. This world will not have a place for you."

If Li Fan were to die here, Li Mountain would pour everything into killing Li Chengying.

"Is that so?" Li Chengying said indifferently: "Then I would like to see how Li Mountain today will leave me without a place to stand."

As he spoke, his arm trembled, suddenly countless Tribulation Swords roamed around his body, those Tribulation Swords glimmering with a destructive white light, emitting hissing sounds. They seemed ordinary, but only by feeling them from a close distance could one clearly sense the destructive aura contained within these Tribulation Swords.

"Go..."

As Li Chengying’s voice fell, countless Tribulation Swords, like ten thousand silver lights, rolled towards Ji Hua overwhelmingly.

The Vermilion Bird let out a long cry, and behind Ji Hua, countless Vermilion Bird Swords blossomed from the sword map.

The silver Tribulation Light fell onto the Vermilion Bird Swords, causing those Vermilion Bird Swords to explode in mid-air, and in an instant, countless Vermilion Bird Swords simultaneously erupted in the sky, creating a spectacular scene.

Those Tribulation Swords moved forward, like streams of silver light, like dancing silver snakes, and as they killed towards Ji Hua, they converged together, and when countless Tribulation Swords merged, a dazzling Tribulation Sword as resplendent as the stars burst out with a light of destruction, at this moment, people below clearly felt an unparalleled force of destruction.

The Tribulation Sword moved forward like a beam of light, piercing the sky, and its trajectory could not be captured by the naked eye.

The sky, branded red by flames, under the many red clouds, the silver light was incomparably brilliant, and as it passed by, the space seemed to be torn apart, and the storm of destruction spread towards the surrounding heavens and earth.

Behind Ji Hua appeared a huge vermilion bird phantom, he stood before that phantom, surrounded by countless Sword Dao air currents swirling forward, merging into his sword, stabbing towards the front.

"Puchi..."

In an instant, the spreading Tribulation Sword light, like waves of destruction, or as numerous Tribulation needles, instantly pierced the Vermilion Bird behind Ji Hua, riddling it with countless tiny holes, constantly expanding, with an implicit trend of collapse.

Ji Hua and the space he was in, seemed to be about to be torn apart.

"Ji Hua, although you are on the Sword Ranking, fighting me is merely seeking death, perhaps in several decades, you would have a chance, but not now."

As Li Chengying’s voice fell, the sword in his hand instantly disappeared, merging into the Tribulation Sword, his body seemed to traverse the void, landing in front of Ji Hua with the speed of instant movement, his finger fell on that Tribulation Sword, pointing forward, the Tribulation Sword continued forward, waves of destruction shattered Ji Hua’s defense one by one.

A dull sound was heard, Ji Hua’s body instantly fell down from the air, landing on a building below, the building beneath his feet was instantly destroyed, turning into powder and disappearing without a trace.

The Sword Intent of Tribulation lingered on Ji Hua, as if entangled without cessation.

There is a huge gap between the Sword Ranking and the Sword Saint List after all.

"Hmm..."

Li Chengying lowered his head and looked down, giving a cold humph, pressed his palm downwards, and immediately that Tribulation Sword arrived with a thought, a stroke of the incomparably brilliant Vermilion Bird Divine Sword shot out between Ji Hua’s brows and collided with the Tribulation Sword, his body moved forward, grasping the Vermilion Bird Divine Sword, and the overwhelming Sword Intent continuously surged into it.

Yet the Tribulation Sword Intent continuously spread downward, the tribulation light transformed into a sword-shaped barrier enveloping Ji Hua’s body. Li Chengying stepped down, murmuring, "It’s already an achievement to withstand one of my strikes, but how much longer can you endure?"

He glanced at Li Fan in the sky again: "I’ve heard he’s Zuo Canglan’s disciple, but I wonder how much of Zuo Canglan’s former brilliance remains today. Hopefully, he won’t disappoint me."

"Take him away."

With these words, many figures around moved forward, intending to seize Li Fan.

"You shouldn’t use your Sword Intent anymore. Although the Sword Intent left behind by the Li Mountain Great Sword Cultivator can handle them, it’s meaningless to me."

Wen Ruyu advanced, but a flash of sword light as quick as lightning instantly cleaved towards him, prompting Wen Ruyu to swiftly draw his sword.

"Bang..."

A loud crash rang out, Wen Ruyu’s body flew backward, colliding with the inn’s walls.

As he emerged, he saw a Sixth Realm Sword Cultivator looking at him disdainfully.

"Buzz."

Wen Ruyu said nothing more, the Sword of Slaughter soared skyward, attacking once again.

"Overestimating your abilities." The Sixth Realm Sword Cultivator spoke coldly, his body charged forward once more, a dazzling flash of sword light in mid-air reached the extreme speed. With a soft sound, Wen Ruyu’s body flew back again, a bloodstain appeared on his body.

Yet the Sixth Realm Sword Cultivator looked down and found a sleeve of his had been cut off.

Someone approached Li Fan; Huang Xiong and Lu Yuan simultaneously stepped forward, blocking Li Fan.

"Bang."

The Sword Cultivator in front strode forward, pressing down upon Huang Xiong and the others.

Those around looked at the scene before them, feeling a sense of desolation.

Li Mountain, Li Mountain, has ultimately fallen.

If it were the Li Mountain of old, Li Chengying would not dare act so audaciously.

His disciples, these Sword Cultivators, how could they dare such behavior?

Now, the fifth rank in the world’s Sword Dao seeks to suppress Li Mountain, to eliminate its disciples, to seize the Li Mountain Sword Son.

"Li Mountain..."

At this moment, Li Fan, who was closing his eyes to communicate with the Divine Sword, suddenly heard a sigh, which seemed to come from afar yet felt close by, a sound carrying a mournful sadness.

Not only did Li Fan hear it, but everyone around also heard it.

"Who?"

Li Chengying frowned, looking towards Li Fan.

Li Fan’s eyes suddenly opened, his gaze bright, his heart unavoidably stirred.

A stream of Sword Intent flowed around his body, wrapping him in light, behind him the Skywalker Sword unsheathed with a resonant sound, hovering before him.

Li Fan’s arm trembled slightly as he reached out, grasping the sword.

"Buzz..."

A terrifying Sword Intent erupted like a hurricane, sweeping over everyone present.

Countless people looked at the sword in Li Fan’s hand, puzzled.

The sword, is it whispering?

The sword is sighing!

"Do you wish to see the Li Mountain Sword Cultivator?"

A voice emerged, the world suddenly quieted, everyone’s gaze fixed on the sword in Li Fan’s hand, this time they did not hear wrong.

The sword was speaking.

"You wish to see the Li Mountain Sword Cultivator..." It was directed at Li Chengying.

Li Chengying’s brows furrowed slightly, his usually calm demeanor showing traces of unease, as he stared at the sword in Li Fan’s hand.

"Who?" Li Chengying softly asked.

An invisible force enveloped Li Fan, lifting him into the air and allowing him to stand high above.

Ji Hua and Wen Ruyu’s gazes also fixated on the sword in Li Fan’s hand, their eyes showing a hint of unease—this was...

Within the sword, an ethereal presence gradually appeared, overlapping with Li Fan—a white-haired elder.

Seeing the elder emerge, Wen Ruyu, usually cold and indifferent, had eyes that turned slightly red.

It was... the venerable elder he had always wished to see but never had the chance.

"His master!" The elder spoke.

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