Chapter 437 - 437 Qing Ao of the Eastern Sea, Returning With A Broken Sword

Chapter 437 - 437 Qing Ao of the Eastern Sea, Returning With A Broken Sword

437 Qing Ao of the Eastern Sea, Returning With A Broken Sword
The Eastern Sea sword cultivator gathered a million miles of power and pressed down with the power of a sword.
Half a month ago, Jin Jialin and Daoist Dayan, who were far away in the Eastern Sea, sent a message to the Sword Pavilion.
The Eastern Sea Flood Dragon Clan had a peerless genius. The Third Prince of the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan, Qing Ao, had gone to the Western Frontier to challenge Han Muye.
Flood dragons had rich bloodline power, so cultivating didn’t require too much experience. Very few cultivated sword techniques.
But Qing Ao was an exception.
As the Third Prince of the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan, Qing Ao could get the best cultivation resources in the region.
This Third Prince’s cultivation talent was unparalleled. He suppressed the younger generation of the Flood Dragon Clan and became the number one expert of the younger generation before he was even an adult.
Then he walked out of the Dragon Palace and challenged the places where the humans lived.
There were countless sword cultivators in the Eastern Sea. After defeating dozens of sword cultivators with his combat strength, the Third Prince found it boring and learned sword techniques.
After 10 years of sword cultivation, he had successfully chosen a major sword sect.
In the next hundred years, he, Qing Ao, was a frequent visitor of the Five Sword Sects of the Eastern Sea.
According to Gu Yuanlong, he had competed with Qing Ao in swordsmanship. This person’s combat strength was really powerful.
In terms of swordsmanship, Qing Ao was ranked in the top 50 among the younger generation of the Eastern Sea.
However, coupled with his overwhelming physical strength and the strong bloodline pressure emitted by his body during the battle, Qing Ao’s swordsmanship could enter the top 10 among the younger generation of the Eastern Sea.
The message from Jin Jialin was simple. It said that Qing Ao of the Eastern Sea Flood Dragon Clan was coming to challenge Han Muye. He hoped that Han Muye would take care of him on account of the alliance between the Flood Dragon Clan and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
He did not know what kind of care this was.
Daoist Dayan’s message was much more detailed.
Qing Ao had been cultivating in seclusion a few years ago and did not know that Mo Yuan had challenged the Eastern Sea.
By the time he came out of seclusion and went to the Cangshan Sword Sect to challenge Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan had been sealed for 10 years and was preparing to nurture his sword.
Qing Ao was very indignant that he did not get to fight Mo Yuan.
Seeing that he was not leaving, Mo Yuan stood on Cangshan Mountain Island, where the Cangshan Mountain Sword Sect was located, and struck out with his sword.
His sword crossed thousands of miles, killing dozens of black-armored fish demons and splitting an island with a radius of a hundred miles.
This strike stunned Qing Ao.
Then Qing Ao wanted to become Mo Yuan’s disciple.
The Cangshan Sword Sect strongly supported such a core descendant of the Flood Dragon Clan becoming Mo Yuan’s disciple.
Mo Yuan hesitated for a long time and said that he only had Han Muye under his wing.
If Qing Ao wanted to become his disciple, he needed to see Han Muye and get his permission.
Therefore, Qing Ao came to the Western Frontier.
He traveled in the opposite direction, using the Cloud Water to gather momentum. When he left the Eastern Sea, he had already achieved the true meaning of the Sword Dao, and the sword light pierced through the sky.
Crossing the Southern Wasteland, the drum waves traveled a hundred miles. The sword light pierced through the east and west, visible for a thousand miles.
After entering the Western Frontier, he took a step and a sword. Sword intent condensed and formed a great momentum.
Qing Ao was not here to seek Han Muye’s opinion.
He was here to use the sword to get Han Muye to agree. He even had a problem with Han Muye’s identity as Mo Yuan’s number one disciple.
With Mr. Mo Yuan’s sword technique, what did Han Muye mean by hiding on the Nine Mystic Mountain instead of following him to the Eastern Sea?
If Han Muye could take a strike from Qing Ao when he came to the Western Frontier, he would bring Han Muye to the Eastern Sea and serve Mr. Mo Yuan.
If he could take a few more strikes, he was willing to be on the same level as Han Muye.
As for whether Han Muye could withstand a sword strike or defeat him, he had never thought about it.
If he couldn’t withstand a single strike, why should he consider it?
As for defeating Qing Ao’s sword, there were not many people in the entire Eastern Sea who could do it, right?
Let alone the Western Frontier?
Qing Ao was not the only one who thought so. The hundreds of sword cultivators who followed Qing Ao all the way from the Eastern Sea also thought so.
Who could withstand the power of a million miles of momentum?
“Dong—”
A bell sounded on the Nine Mystic Mountain.
A light screen rose.
On the mountain, sword lights rushed into the clouds.
In the past two years, from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect to becoming the number one in the Western Frontier, there had been countless experts in the sect.
This was the result of the accumulation of luck and resources.
As the number one sect in the Western Frontier, those disciples could not help but feel a sense of superiority.
This mental strength could allow cultivators to break through bottlenecks as easily as breaking through bamboo at critical moments.
On the other hand, those small sects and rogue cultivators who encountered a bottleneck were timid and could not break through.
Han Muye walked to the nine stone steps in front of the Sword Pavilion. The disciples on the bluestone square hurriedly bowed.
“Senior Brother Han, I lost,” Yang Mingxuan cupped his hands and said softly.
Han Muye waved his hand.
With Yang Mingxuan’s current combat strength, how could he lose to these Central Continent sword cultivators who came to challenge him?
It was just arranged by Han Muye.
Yang Mingxuan’s combat strength was so strong that he could even fight a half-step Heaven Realm expert.
This was Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion, the Immortal of the Western Frontier’s Sword Dao, Han Muye.
The sword cultivators of the Central Continent and the new disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect looked at Han Muye curiously.
Young.
Handsome.
He stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an elegant aura.
He did not look like a sword cultivator. Instead, he looked like a Confucian scholar from the Central Continent who was well-read.
Is such a person really the Immortal who suppressed the Sword Dao of the Western Frontier and opened the Heavenly Gate? they thought.
“Luo Teng, a sword cultivator from the Central Continent, greets Elder Han Muye of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sword Pavilion.” When the young man with the sword saw him take a step forward, his eyes were filled with battle intent as he cupped his hands.
“I’ve long heard of Immortal Han’s name. Today, Luo Teng is here. Please enlighten me, Immortal Han.” After Luo Teng finished speaking, sword intent flowed around his body, and spiritual light wrapped around his entire body.
Everyone’s eyes lit up.
He had waited and watched the battle for a long time because he wanted to see Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion make a move.
I wonder how many moves I, who can defeat Senior Brother Yang Mingxuan, can take from Elder Han?
A hundred moves?
Ten moves?
Luo Teng secretly set a goal for himself. He would not be defeated in three moves and would take five moves head-on.