This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 167 Drawing the Sword to Kill the Saint

Above Yong'an City, sword energy spread like thick fog, a scene that made Emperor Wu shake his head and sigh.

Sword immortals are indeed only tamable by sword immortals. To ask a mere scholar to tame a sword immortal is nothing short of a pipe dream. Sure enough, things went wrong.

Emperor Wu's gaze slowly fell upon the Cold Palace, as if it concealed endless secrets. If one were to discuss who was the greatest swordsman in the Great Qian Dynasty, it would undoubtedly be the woman currently imprisoned in the Cold Palace.

Back then, she dared to draw her sword against the sky; such a feat was unique to her!

Although her sword is broken and her name is gradually being forgotten, she remains an insurmountable monument in the lineage of sword immortals, a mountain that the younger generation must climb.

If Murong Fenghua were to intervene, this situation could be easily resolved. Emperor Wu pondered for a long time, but ultimately turned and left, not heading towards Lengcui Palace.

Instead, he coldly issued an order to the air: "Send word to the Immortal Pavilion: arrive at the Platform of Talented Individuals within one incense stick's time. If any sword immortal oversteps this boundary, kill them without mercy!"

"As ordered!"

People have forgotten that in this Great Qian Dynasty, the Martial Emperor is the supreme ruler, and even sword immortals dare to challenge his majesty.

On the Platform of Talents, the clash between the power of numerous sword immortals and the quasi-saints once again ushered in a thrilling prelude.

Even the Saint hadn't expected that his casual remark would stir up such a huge storm among the Sword Immortals.

These sword immortals belong to different factions, but now they are united as if pointing their guns at a common enemy, all turning their spears towards themselves.

He was not incapable of using the power of a saint to forcibly suppress them; however, these young sword immortals all had powerful backers supporting them.

If we were to forcibly suppress them, we would inevitably offend a large number of experts.

Moreover, his current actions will be criticized, and the label of "bullying the weak" will undoubtedly be a devastating blow to his reputation.

"Old man, haha, see if you're feeling like you're sitting on pins and needles now, caught in a dilemma? Instead of studying properly, you meddle in the affairs of sword immortals, and now you've really gotten yourself into trouble."

Wu Xie laughed wildly. At this moment, he had forgotten his identity as a member of the Wilderness. He was now like a true sword immortal, a genuine fourth-level sword immortal!

The scholar swordsman treaded on thin ice, carefully controlling the gathered power of the sword immortal, daring not to be distracted in the slightest. This was no longer a battle for the Heavenly Sword, but a life-or-death struggle between the sword immortal and the Confucian Temple!

At this moment, these people represent the Sword Immortals, so the Sword Immortals must not lose, even if their opponent is a Quasi-Saint!

"A sword is hidden within the book, open it!"

With a furious shout from the scholar swordsman, the sword energy surrounding the platform of sages suddenly exploded, as dazzling as fireworks, revealing a book formed from the condensed sword energy.

The book was like a majestic mountain, looming over their heads and slowly rotating.

"First page, Sword Control!"

As the words fell, the book of sword energy slowly opened, like a peerless beauty unveiling her mysterious veil, revealing the contents of the first page.

"What is this?!" Everyone was stunned.

Hidden Sword in a Sea of ​​Books: This is a unique sword technique passed down in the Eastern Blue City Study!

Lancheng Study has hidden all the sword techniques in this scroll, which is also known as the Sword Scroll. Each page records an astonishing sword technique.

Legend has it that if one can decipher this sword scroll, one can soar to the ninth heaven and become the most outstanding sword immortal in the world.

And the sword control on this first page is the pinnacle of defensive techniques!

Lan Beitang knew that they had no chance of defeating the Second Saint, so they adopted a defensive posture.

As the sword scroll unfurled, longswords sprang up from it like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Although everyone knew that these were just swords formed from condensed sword energy, they looked exactly like real swords.

These swords, like agile birds, swiftly flew to the vicinity of Lanbei Hall, and began to pile up layer upon layer. Thousands upon thousands of swords intertwined, tightly surrounding them and forming an indestructible world of swords.

Even for a Quasi-Saint, conquering this Sword Control World would be no easy task!

This is the unique foundation of Blue City Study: Sword Control and Defense, an indestructible defensive sword!

"A fine sword,"

Exclamations of amazement rang out frequently, and Jian Wuhen's face was filled with envy. This was the world of difference between a rogue cultivator and a disciple with a lineage of swordsmanship!

The sword he cultivated was the most simple and unadorned heavy sword, and he was the least noticeable of the nine sword immortals.

Encountering a sword immortal, as the name suggests, means achieving the title of sword immortal through a fortuitous encounter with a senior sword immortal, receiving guidance from them, or obtaining the sword of an ancestor. The path taken by such sword immortals is not self-created, but rather follows the old paths of sword immortals they have encountered. This path has many limitations, and therefore they are often regarded as mediocre individuals.

Compared to that sword scroll, even someone completely ignorant of swordsmanship could easily see the difference in quality between his heavy sword and the scroll. Behind the sword scroll lay the accumulated wisdom and legacy of countless sword immortals, a height that even a sword immortal could never reach.

"Blue City Study truly lives up to its reputation!" Ao Jian exclaimed, while also marveling at the unfolding of the sword scroll.

The same goes for the Fire Sword; the appearance of the sword scroll was truly astonishing.

As for Lan Beitang, many people secretly remember him.

Just then, a hearty laugh rang out: "How can a grand swordsmanship gathering be without wine? I have brought fine wine with me, please, Saint, drink to your heart's content!"

The Dali Southern Sword arrived through the air, its aroma of wine billowing in like clouds from afar. The crowd noticed a sudden, rich fragrance of wine in the air, and upon closer inspection, they saw a disheveled figure appear out of thin air like a ghost before the Pre-Saint.

He held a wine jug in his left hand and a long sword in his right, crouching with his back to the sage. With a twist of his waist, a phantom wine sword appeared out of thin air like a dragon emerging from the sea, intending to cleave the sage in two.

"Try my first move, the Drunken Sword Style, the power of alcohol!"

The aroma of the wine transformed into sword light, enveloping the entire Talent Platform in a rich, intoxicating fragrance.

A cold light flashed past the Quasi-Saint like lightning, and a chilling glint appeared in his eyes.

"Be bold!"

However, the momentum of the sword did not diminish in the slightest. This was not Lan Beitang's defensive sword, but a sharp offensive one. Lan Beitang had the Blue City Study behind him; he could not draw his sword to slay a saint—this was determined by his background.

The Confucian temple and the study share a common origin, so he chose to respond with a defensive and prudent approach. However, the Drunken Sword is different; what is there to fear from the Drunken Sword of Dali?

The sword flashed like a meteor, marking the first time in history that someone had drawn their sword against a near-saint.

As the Saint was about to stagger back a step, a corner of his long robe fluttered down like a withered leaf.

"The wine sword actually cut through the clothes of the sage!" someone exclaimed in shock.

"Haha, he'll treat you to drinks, I'll treat you to blood, so you can taste the power of my Blood Sword!"

Unable to contain himself, Wu Xie unleashed a crimson light like a venomous snake, lunging towards the back of the sword, aiming straight for the Sage's neck. This was the Bloodstained Sword; every strike drew blood!

The Saint retreated repeatedly, barely managing to avoid the crimson sword light. Just when everyone thought the attack was over,

Suddenly, with a "whoosh," a spray of blood gushed from the chest of the Sub-Saint like a fountain. This unexpected turn of events stunned both Jiu Jian and Wu Xie, who had dared to draw their swords because they knew they had no chance of harming the Sub-Saint. But now?

Someone actually wanted to kill the Saint! The two were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated, their faces ashen.

If they were to kill a Quasi-Saint here, they would truly be guilty of a heinous crime! No one could see who drew the sword; only the Quasi-Saint himself knew that a sword had indeed pierced his chest like a ghost.

However, the sword skillfully avoided a vital point, seemingly serving more as a warning.

"Who? Who is so audacious as to dare kill a saint?"

The scholars' camp instantly erupted in chaos, with angry roars and vile insults flooding the room like a tidal wave.

Even the swordsmen on the platform of sages looked solemn, secretly lamenting their predicament.

"This is bad!"

"not me!"

Jiu Jian was the first to jump out and deny it, while inwardly lamenting that he had only wanted to show off, but had unexpectedly caused such a big problem.

Wu Xie shook his head repeatedly.

"Although I don't like this old man, my sword isn't sharp enough to kill him."

Above the void, the Quasi-Saint looked at his chest and suddenly burst into wild laughter, his voice shaking the heavens.

"Hahahaha, what a Ghost Sword! I didn't even know there was a Ghost Sword hidden here. All of you, get out here! Today, I will fight you sword immortals to the death. If I don't kill a few of you, do you really think my Confucian Temple is a soft persimmon that can be crushed at will?"

The Second Sage was furious. He knew that from this day forward, he would become the first Second Sage in the history of the Confucian Temple to be assassinated, which was undoubtedly a great humiliation for him!

Moreover, a ghost sword has appeared here. His gaze is as sharp as a hawk's, scanning everyone in the void as if trying to see through their souls. Who is he?

Huangfu Lingxue, the instigator, sat there calmly, holding a teacup in her hand, leisurely sipping her fragrant tea.

The condensed ghost sword had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

After glaring fiercely at Ya Sheng, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing an undisguised sense of pleasure.

The Ghost Swordsman is a master of assassination; with just a thought, she can easily take the life of a sub-saint.

After all, the Second Saint was just a scholar. Although he was blessed with the power of heaven and earth, he was not invincible in front of the sword immortal who was mainly focused on attacking.

"Gentlemen, the situation seems to be getting more and more serious. Are we really going to have to resort to arms?"

Miaowu blinked his innocent, childlike eyes, staring intently at Lan Beitang, and asked slowly and deliberately, even rubbing his hands together, eager to try.

This action drew the attention of Lan Beitang and others.

"What are you fighting for! Do you really want to kill a saint? Don't you value your lives?"

The fourth prince was extremely anxious and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him, feeling as if the sky was about to collapse.

What started as a bet has escalated to the point of killing a saint. If it is not stopped soon, who knows how the situation will spiral out of control?