The sound of a sword singing.

Like the clear, high-pitched cry of a dragon, the sword blade sliced through the air with a sharpness that left even sound behind, ultimately stirring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This caused the surrounding air to naturally vibrate, harmonize, and resonate, transforming into sword qi in the physical sense.

*Boom!!!*

The sword in Wei Yuan's palm fell, still sheathed.

The domineering sword mark swept directly across, and the so-called mythical creatures in front were instantly cut in half at the waist.

Swordsmanship that had reached the pinnacle of the human world.

Of course, there were still flaws, still not enough, still imperfections.

But the ones who said that were Dayi.

And Xing Tian.

It was like what Master Kong had said; Lao Tzu wasn't good at fighting—but that was based on his own standards.

Swordsmanship at the pinnacle of the human world of Shenzhou was more than enough to deal with these so-called Celestial Race.

After all, these guys were often thrashed by the Asuras in myths.

Amidst the screams, blood spurted out and was then blocked. The scabbard of Wei Yuan's long sword was entwined with flowing wind, spiraling around to fling away the dirty blood. Then, his right hand controlled the sword, and the sword fell heavily. His right hand's five fingers spread slightly and pressed on the hilt.

The black-haired swordsman's sword rested against the ground.

Then sank an inch.

Invisible sword qi surged in all directions.

The Celestial Race guards staggered back several steps.

The swordsman's eyes were indifferent.

Just like the Central Plains swordsmen who roamed Northern India in those days.

Even the greatest hero of this place, King Harsha, was defeated by his sword.

Unrivaled.

Of course, except for not being able to beat Xuanzang, there were no regrets.

Just now, Lao Niu was explaining Lao Tzu's Dao to the Monkey, and a bunch of Indian divine creatures, the so-called Celestial Race, had come outside, led by the river god they had encountered before. And just now, this river god with a blue face had been killed by Wei Yuan's sword, lying motionless on the ground.

The many enemies in front were the same.

Of course, it might be because this was, after all, the Northern India region.

It had received the blessing of divine power.

These Celestial Race… seemed a little harder to cut.

Just at this moment, a faint burning sensation came from between his eyebrows. Wei Yuan frowned slightly, and then saw among the gods, a streak of red-gold sword light burst forth, transforming into a sun-like trajectory, attacking him. Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged. This time, the Iron Eagle Sword in his palm was finally unsheathed.

The two swords crossed and collided in mid-air.

A hundred exchanges in an instant.

Unexpectedly, for a short time, they were evenly matched. Wei Yuan's swordsmanship realm was higher than the opponent's, but the opponent seemed to have gained some kind of blessing in this world. With such clumsy swordsmanship, he could always catch up with Wei Yuan's sword at the last moment.

The Indian Celestial Race cheered.

"Human, you are already good. I acknowledge you as..."

The voice whispered, filled with a kind of absolute confidence.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes, the sword in his palm trembled, the sword qi contained wind and thunder, and the speed and power soared again. The person's voice had not completely fallen, and the sword in his palm was almost knocked away. Wei Yuan's sword stepped forward, the sword as if piercing through sound, silent, until it was about to pierce the opponent's throat.

Suddenly, a figure appeared.

Holding a heavy hammer in both hands, he smashed down fiercely.

Wei Yuan's Iron Eagle Sword shook and directly shook the opponent away.

However, the person holding the sword took advantage of the situation to retreat, as if being pulled by the whip of a狂风.

The brief confrontation between the two sides came to a temporary end.

It was just such a brief confrontation; if someone hadn't intervened in the middle, the figure holding the blazing sun-like sword would have been cut a big hole in his throat on the spot by Wei Yuan, instead of being like this now.

Wei Yuan's wrist moved slightly, and a string of misty golden blood beads fell along the spine of the sword.

Fresh blood dripped on the ground, making a hissing sound.

"Harsha Sword."

Wei Yuan recognized the treasure sword with the red-gold light, "That's a sword my friend gave me."

"Nonsense, this is clearly the sword of the great Rama!"

A god next to him directly shouted.

"Holding the sword… Rama?"

Wei Yuan looked at the front, frowning slightly. Opposite him was a young man wearing ancient Indian clothing.

Black hair, about the same height as Wei Yuan himself.

The body type was also similar to Wei Yuan's.

His face was covered with an ancient god and demon mask.

Even the posture of holding the sword revealed a familiar feeling.

Did this bastard learn ancient Shenzhou swordsmanship?

This, no matter how you look at it, reveals the posture of the White Ape Sword Technique commonly used by the Tang Dynasty knights.

Wei Yuan touched his chin.

Familiar.

Very familiar.

But for some reason, he was unhappy.

Next to the sword-wielding Rama was a monkey. Just now, it was that monkey who relied on the blessing of the狂风 to pull the sword-wielding Rama away. It was also him who interrupted Wei Yuan's killing move. He was Hanuman, the son of the Wind God.

The sword-wielding Rama covered his throat. In this land, he was blessed and protected.

The sword wound on his throat healed quickly.

He looked at Wei Yuan, his tone full of praise, filled with the courage and magnanimity of a king as in the legends: "Human, I acknowledge your courage. You are worthy of being my opponent, the opponent of the great King Rama."

Wei Yuan pondered:

"But I don't acknowledge you."

"??!"

The voice of the youth in the opposite myth faltered.

The Shenzhou swordsman said lazily: "Besides, in the history of ancient India, there are only two kings."

"One is Ashoka, who founded the Maurya Dynasty, going back and forth."

"One is Harsha, who founded the Harsha Dynasty."

"I have never heard of a king called Rama."

The youth, similar in height to Wei Yuan and holding the sword in a similar way, was silent, retorting:

"I have never seen a swordsman like you either."

Wei Yuan said easily: "But the owner of the sword in your hand knows me."

"The only two kings in this land and I are martial artists who exchange weapons."

"So I don't need a fake king like you to know me."

"After all, you are fake."

"And you stole my sword."

He added casually.

Sword-wielding Rama: "…………"

He let out a breath: "In any case, I am very happy to see such a brave person like you today." He stretched out his hand with the demeanor of a king, "Although we have different positions, we can still exchange pointers as martial artists."

"Of course, I will defeat you and take away what I want."

Tu Shan Yuan raised his eyes: "Happy, huh…"

He pondered: "Then you're happy too early."

"??!"

Sword-wielding Rama wore an exaggerated ancient Indian god and demon mask on his face, so his expression couldn't be seen, but it seemed that he was hit in his heart. Wei Yuan didn't know why, but he felt particularly dislike looking at this guy, like seeing a thief.

The two sides exchanged verbal blows before the battle.

It was a victory for the Tu Shan Clan.

Sword-wielding Rama was silent for a while, awkwardly withdrawing his right hand under the gaze of many Celestial Race, pretending that nothing had happened, and slowly moved forward. The Harsha Sword in his hand emitted the light of the great sun, and he said:

"In that case, if you insult me, you insult this world. And I will follow the majesty of the Trimurti to kill you and obtain the treasure in front."

Wei Yuan said: "That's not yours."

Sword-wielding Rama said proudly: "Everything born here comes from the great Vishnu, and all living beings in this land will eventually return to the body of Shiva the Great. All treasures will belong to Brahma, the will of the universe."

"The two corpses are naturally no exception."

"Their souls return to Shiva the Great."

"Their bodies return to Vishnu."

"And their knowledge and wisdom are bestowed by Brahma."

"I am just here to help them return to the Great Heaven."

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Sword-wielding Rama said proudly: "I was just careless before. Now, I will use all my strength. Brahma gives me wisdom, and Shiva gives me unparalleled courage. Come on, this sword has saved countless Brahmins and is the sword of a king."

The sword in his palm flashed with flames.

Representing legendary deeds, in the epic *Uttararamacarita*, Rama killed the 修道 shudao (cultivating) untouchables in the place where they had suffered before in order to save the children of the Brahmins.

Rama rushed forward amidst cheers.

Then, in a deafening roar, he retreated at an even faster speed.

The cheers of the Celestial Race came to an abrupt halt.

The swordsman over there had an ancient and domineering halberd in his palm, with battle patterns of fighting against the heavens and the earth on it.

Chiyou's Halberd.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in playing anymore."

His tone was low. Just now, he swept horizontally with this halberd, and Rama flew out.

Although Chiyou's path was completely different from Wei Yuan's, it could still be used. Ancient divine weapons were, after all, divine weapons. At least, they were much stronger than the Iron Eagle Sword. Chiyou's Halberd trembled violently, roaring. Wei Yuan held it in both hands and answered in a calm tone:

"In the beginning of ancient times, who passed on the Dao?"

"Our wisdom comes from the exploration of our predecessors."

"Our strength comes from the pursuit of ourselves."

"We are born between heaven and earth. Who dares to be high above?"

"After all, the Dao is different."

The divine weapon in his palm neighed.

Sword-wielding Rama's right hand trembled, unable to grip the sword tightly.

Wei Yuan held Chiyou's demonic weapon diagonally, and a purple-black aura slowly rose.

………………

Inside the area Wei Yuan was guarding, the Monkey sat cross-legged on the ground, looking impatient.

Qing Niu took out Lao Dan's relics in front.

These relics transformed into the last pure thoughts, transforming into a illusory old man.

It was the old man who had foreseen today's events before his death and left behind the last method of preaching.

Wuzhiqi was annoyed by listening to it, only feeling bored to death, especially when he heard the sound of fighting outside, it was even more itchy in his heart. Letting Wei Yuan enjoy the experience points alone was more uncomfortable for Wuzhiqi than not fighting at all. He went straight to the point:

"Tell me what the Dao of *shang shan ruo shui* (the highest excellence is like that of water) is!"

The old man smiled and said, "The meaning of *shang shan ruo shui* is…"

"The Dao of flowing water is the best."

"Ah, this…"

Wuzhiqi's face froze for a moment, and he had to nod: "I think you're right."

"But you should say, what's so good about it?"

Wuzhiqi had of course read the *Dao De Jing*, and didn't think it was that good.

The remaining thoughts of Lao Dan smiled and whispered: "But I can't teach you about water, what's the use of you asking me this?"

Wuzhiqi was stunned, feeling like he had been stood up for the second time.

The veins on his forehead bulged.

Old man, are you kidding me?!

The old man smiled slowly: "I will teach you other things."

"Other things??"

The old man who died more than two thousand years ago, the remaining thoughts smiled and whispered:

"Yes, what should water be?"

And the current Wuzhiqi casually said: "To rule everything, the most powerful!"

"Then how to go further?"

Wuzhiqi was speechless, hesitating: "Gonggong?"

"Is that so? Then what is water?"

"What rules does it follow?"

"Do you really understand the power you wield? Following the source of water, where can you reach? Where does the power to wield water come from? What is that indescribable realm that was born before all things in the world?"

Wuzhiqi didn't know how to answer. He even felt that, compared to Gonggong, who was more powerful than himself, could he answer such questions? The domination of the powerful was naturally extremely proud, but was simply forcibly driving power the true meaning of domination? And Gonggong was stronger than him, so did he dominate himself?

If he could truly dominate and wield the water system in the true sense, could he truly fight Gonggong on equal footing?

He was silent for a long time, and then solemnly replied:

"Please, old sir, teach me."

The old man stroked his beard and sighed:

"Of course I won't teach you about water. Why should I teach you about water to limit you?"

"Kong Qiu did not bind his disciples with what he had learned. The gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, and yielding Kong Qiu created the bamboo of Nanshan that could penetrate the chaotic world. Why would I bind you with my *shang shan ruo shui*? If I teach you with my words and my principles, then it is no longer a principle, but a chain. And this is just the last gift from this old fellow before he dies."

"So I won't teach you about water."

The old man said freely:

"I will teach you the Dao."

The voice paused.

The old man finally muttered to himself with a smile.

"Controlling and wielding the flow of water is ultimately not as free as wielding the Dao, isn't it?"

………………

Outside, the fierce battle became more and more tragic. Wei Yuan was ruthless.

After opening the killing spree, his eyes were indifferent, and Chiyou's demonic weapon in his palm became more and more fierce.

Just now, he casually swept and defeated this king, who was actually teased by the 'Ant Mound Immortal' in the myth. There was a dead silence. Accompanied by the killing, the enemies retreated far away. Even though there were many Celestial Race, none dared to step forward. The sword-wielding Rama was helped up, stunned and silent for a moment, and suddenly roared:

"Open fire! Surround and annihilate him!!"

"Huh?! Open fire?"

Wei Yuan raised his eyes, suddenly his expression froze, and saw that the Celestial Race there had a very modern red button in their hands, and then it dimmed with a *ba ji* sound. Then, he instantly felt a faint tingling between his eyebrows, and from afar, he saw streams of red fire rising, and then flying towards this divine illusion——

The Celestial Race army's encirclement and suppression failed.

Northern India's saturation bombing with nuclear weapons began.

The target——Shenzhou Sword Saint.

Kill.

ps: Today's first update…………buffer chapter, four thousand words, only two updates today… Thank you to Alliance Leader Xi Liu Feng, thank you.

Yesterday I burned myself out, today I don't want to code at all, holding tea, drinking tea, spitting out emoji.

Water Monkey version expansion pack is upgrading…

The Water Monkey accepts the only job change.

The main profession of the Water Monkey has been changed, it is being changed, Water——Dao, level remains the same.

Gonggong is sleeping.