Chapter 52 Stranded

A ruthless sword, carrying almost all of his strength and absolute killing intent, nearly cleaved Kai Ming's heart and half his body. But almost at the same moment, Wei Yuan's brow throbbed with extreme pain, and Kai Ming's palm flashed back.

Kai Ming's black pupils narrowed, the previous agitation transformed into a deceptive fog, coldness within.

The sword light held an arrogance as if looking down on all things from the heavens above.

It was precisely the three thousand li of Jade Dragon Snow Mountains, the scenery of Kunlun.

At the cost of his own heart being almost pierced through, with an unbelievable sword move, he forcibly repelled Buzhou Mountain God and Wei Yuan. The white-robed youth's clothes were stained with blood, yet he still tried to straighten his body. But ultimately, the injury of having his heart slashed was impossible for a god to ignore. He staggered, his sword plunged into the ground, a pair of black-purple pupils staring fixedly at Wei Yuan and Buzhou Mountain God in front of him.

His black hair was disheveled, but his aura was still vast and fierce.

The sharpness and fortitude unique to swordsmen were not exclusive to the human race.

He seemed to want to say something...

He opened his mouth, and golden blood spurted out.

Kai Ming's nine heads lost three, his aura collapsing.

Wei Yuan's breathing was rapid, thunder and fire intertwined around him, forming armor-like defense. Even the sword in his hand was condensed with thunder and fire. Buzhou Mountain God had once said that if he reached his future limit, he could reach the level of being indestructible in myriad tribulations, but certainly not now.

In fact, he had already reached the limit of his physical body and spirit.

But beneath the limit, wrapped in the blessing of the Thunder Heaven Great Strength trigram, the sneak attack only seriously injured Kai Ming. One of the Ten Great Peaks... Wei Yuan gripped the thunder-fire sword with his fingers, his black pupils locked onto the enemy in front of him, taking a deep breath, the aura colliding in his heart, transforming into the aura of thunder and flames.

Buzhou Mountain God stepped aside, arms crossed, blocking before Chang Xi.

Just now, Kai Ming had forcibly traded death for death. Even if it was the swordsman side of Kai Ming, his scheming was still hidden deep in his heart. Buzhou Mountain God twitched his lips. The old man hated these slippery fellows the most, but why did he encounter such an opponent as soon as he woke up?

"The sword move... what's it called?"

Kai Ming's first sentence was actually asking about that sword.

Wei Yuan exhaled: "First sword, Hometown."

"Second sword..."

His voice paused: "Old Friend."

"Hometown, Old Friend..."

The white-robed youth murmured a few times, laughing freely: "Old friends return to their hometown, fate ends in Chang'an."

"Good swordsmanship, but it seems this swordsmanship is not enough to keep me here."

After all, the Ten Great Peaks were the Ten Great Peaks. Even a divided spirit represented absolute crushing of other levels. Even among the Ten Great Peaks, only in special environments and special combat areas could they be distinguished, but it was absolutely difficult to keep the other's life.

Nuwa and Fuxi could join forces to suppress Di Jun, but they could never keep Him.

"Yuan..., no, Wei Yuan."

Kai Ming raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth:

"I acknowledge you."

"As my opponent."

He raised and stabbed the sword in his palm, his aura surged, as if evolving all living beings. Wei Yuan's pupils shrank, his expression stunned. These two swords were exactly his Hometown and Old Friend, but faintly there were other changes, abandoning the vastness of humanity in exchange for the grandeur of the divine path.

No longer a lone traveler in the years.

But a god overlooking the changes of all living beings.

The swordsmanship changed, the aura was long.

"Good swordsmanship."

The clearly seriously injured Kai Ming acknowledged him freely, and then raised the famous sword in his palm, which resembled a vast snowfield, inlaid with gemstones, but its sharpness was still fierce, and said: "A sword repays a sword. I've seen these two swords of yours, so I'll return one to you. Watch carefully, this sword is called Kunlun!"

With a flick of his wrist, the sword's edge was sharp, a wisp of cold light was born from the edge of the sword, and then became more magnificent, like three thousand li of Jade Dragon Snow Mountains, vast and mighty. It was not accommodating Kunlun under my sword, but evolving Kunlun with my sword's edge.

My sword is Kunlun.

Wei Yuan's pupils shrank. This sword was actually just an evolution, openly displaying the many changes within it in front of him. As a peak swordsman of the human world, this sword move, representing the gods sitting and watching the insights of the ten directions, was almost instantly imprinted in his heart, and he could unleash it at will.

And at this moment, Kai Ming's figure instantly retreated.

Taking advantage of Wei Yuan's uncontrollable trance, he instantly went far away.

Buzhou Mountain God sighed. He could indeed chase after him, but now there were people here who needed his care, and, he was too afraid of that Kai Ming. That kid was like a hedgehog ball covered in thorns, always feeling that touching him would result in a hand full of thorns.

The old mountain god protected Wei Yuan.

In just a few breaths, the sword marks disappeared. Chang Xi also tried her best to see something, but she only saw the sword light disappearing like a rainbow. Apart from feeling amazed, she gained nothing.

Wei Yuan raised his head, looked at the direction Kai Ming was leaving, and twitched the corner of his mouth:

"He's running."

"His death tribulation is very heavy..."

"So he doesn't want to get entangled, right?"

"Death tribulation?" Buzhou Mountain God was puzzled.

"Yeah... it's getting heavier and heavier." Wei Yuan replied. The help left by Master Kong Qiu had not completely dissipated, so this brute actually had some means of divination. And in fact, many people didn't know that the old man who wrote the *Shuogua* to explain the *Book of Changes* had reached the level of reversing the innate Eight Trigrams.

Counting the past is smooth.

Knowing the future is reverse.

The past is the past, the future is the future, reversing the innate Eight Trigrams, sitting and watching the past and the future.

Buzhou Mountain God looked at Wei Yuan's situation, stretched out his palm to pinch the left and pinch the right, first his face was overjoyed, and then a trace of regret appeared: "What a pity, what a pity, if you stayed in there for a longer period of time, the foundation would be even deeper."

Wei Yuan thought of the last sword that was handed out, and said: "Perhaps..."

"But, I also got something more important."

His body swayed, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his aura also weakened. Buzhou Mountain God supported him, intending to take him away directly to recuperate. Now he was equivalent to just being tempered from the most violent and yang place, and was in the most vulnerable state, but Wei Yuan broke free from the old man.

He staggered to the edge of the thunder-fire pool, looked at the violent flames, and then jumped down without hesitation.

Buzhou Mountain God: "??!"

"Little fox, what are you doing?!"

Wei Yuan didn't answer. The thunder-fire energy now could no longer cause damage to him, and only at a deeper level could he feel pressure. The injuries left by this tempering in his body were once again under pressure, and moreover, now there was no longer the protection of the Taiyin pure energy, but he didn't care and went down to the deepest part.

He stretched out his hand and frantically moved the thunder-fire crystals, and hideous wounds appeared on his hand.

Until he saw the Chang'an sword that had been placed there, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

*Chi* sound.

Even in this thunder-fire land, Wei Yuan's palm was still burned by the extremely high temperature, but he gritted his teeth and used force to pull out the Chang'an sword, and then went back up from here. He had just completed the most dangerous trial, and then forcibly confronted one of the divided spirits of the Ten Great Peaks.

After that, he entered the dangerous place again.

Even if he had experienced this tempering and gradually began to transform, this was a long journey, laying the foundation, not a one-step process. Like the most basic body tempering, it must be slowly polished, not to mention that the higher the realm, the more cautious it needs to be.

Crossing the thunder-fire for the second time was easier than the first time, but this time there was no help.

Wei Yuan raised his head. At the end, a remnant of the undying flower imprint suddenly rose in his heart. It seemed that under the stimulation of this boundless zhiyang and zhigang aura, the last power of the undying flower transformed into a heavenly maiden with quiet eyes and a beautiful face. It seemed that she was above, reaching out to him.

Without joy or sorrow, it was the heavenly maiden when he picked the undying flower back then.

The swordsman grinned.

Jue ah...

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and grabbed Jue's hand, which was transformed by the last aura of the undying flower.

It was like grabbing the girl who picked the undying flower back then.

Then he used force with his wrist, not accepting the last aura of the undying flower, but reaching out to grab it, grabbing the undying flower, and pulling it violently. The pure aura transformed into a girl was pulled towards him. The swordsman in the thunder-fire held a sword in one hand and embraced the girl in the other. The aura of the undying flower dissipated.

Then he mustered his strength and broke through the thunder-fire abyss.

The Buzhou Mountain God over there was staring at the place where the thunder-fire was surging. Seeing the thunder and flames intertwined and separated, with a loud bang, a figure appeared, and then almost struggled to climb up, using his shoulders and elbows to support the edge with all his might, and turned over.

As soon as he came up, he completely fainted due to the pressure and the previous loss of energy and spirit.

The old man was amazed, covered his body with his clothes, and saw that even in a coma, he was still holding tightly a sword that had almost been melted to the point where he couldn't see its original appearance. Buzhou Mountain God was stunned, and saw that Wei Yuan's left hand was tightly holding an ordinary flower that had lost its divinity.

One hand holding a sword, one hand protecting a flower, even in a coma, his brows were tightly frowned, refusing to let go.

Buzhou Mountain God reached out and touched it, his fingers were like cast iron.

"This little guy is also having a hard time."

The old man sighed, picked him up, and quickly took Chang Xi away from this place.

………………

His footsteps were quick, his遁光 (遁光 dūnguāng - escaping light, a technique for fast travel) was retracted, to prevent being noticed.

Kai Ming Sword Master covered his chest, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his speed was extremely fast, wanting to get away from this place.

Although he was not the Kai Ming who was in charge of sitting and seeing the ten directions, he still had some strategy and talent, like a sharp sword's edge, leaving no chance of survival for others or himself, but he never expected that that person would break free from a situation of certain death.

He calculated all living beings, saw through the world, but missed the human heart...

He reached out and pressed his heart, the wound left by the sword mark could not be recovered and healed.

Another thing similar to a mythological concept was attached to the sword mark.

Even the body of a celestial god, the body of time, could not recover, or rather, the speed of recovery was as slow as the mortal flesh and blood.

"Heh... Yan Huang..."

"Next time we meet, I will definitely repay you."

Kai Ming coughed out another mouthful of blood, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

He seemed to sense something, raised his head, and saw the constellations in the sky, and strangely, no matter how fast he was, the position of these constellations relative to him did not change at all, as if locking his fate and the space of time, all were stars of certain death.

Kai Ming Sword Master retracted his gaze, raised his head, and his black-purple demonic pupils looked forward.

A man in dark gold casual clothes stood in front of him, his black hair like ink, tied into a ponytail with gold silk.

His eyes were indifferent, and his face was handsome.

The number one single combat power in the Age of Gods.

Di Jun.

State - full strength, main body.

Kai Ming, stop.

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That, take a closer look, what the old mountain master said about indestructible in myriad tribulations is his future limit.