Chapter 477 What is the [Strongest Sword]?
What kind of [sword] can be called the strongest?
Cutting stone and breaking iron is not worth a sneer, and destroying an army with a sword is not worth mentioning. The sword, with a three-foot edge, is really not worth mentioning compared with today’s most advanced technological armor and star destroyers.

Even the Knowledge Society only regards this kind of equipment as a part of Xianzhou culture and customs. Even if the people of Xianzhou have added technologies such as automatic tracking and psychosynchronous cruise to their swords, it is still unnecessary in the eyes of the Knowledge Society. No matter how powerful the sword is, can it be compared with the sun, moon, stars, black holes, and the laws of the universe?

Ordinary people might ignore it, but if you ask the people in Xianzhou this question, they will often smile helplessly and then say gently:
“How can a sword be such an inconvenient thing?”

The sword is only a carrier of spirit. No matter how high-tech is applied to the three-inch iron sheet, in the hearts of Xianzhou people, the sword is a sword, a weapon, a symbol, a belief, and a kind of thing that other nations and countries cannot understand…

“road”.

Back to the beginning of the competition, the two young swordsmen had already adjusted their spirits to the best the moment they entered the competition venue.

The clash of the two gazes could faintly hear the clanging sound of metal clashing against metal.

With a sword in hand, the might exuded by Yan Qing and Yun Li, these two still young bodies, actually caused countless audience members to scream and their applause was forcibly stopped. They were completely infected by an invisible pressure and no longer made any sound, but just looked forward to it, waiting for the game to begin with expectation and nervousness.

Yao Luo smiled gently on the stage. He conveyed the momentum exuded by the fight between Yan Qing and Yun Li to every audience watching the game in a relatively safe way, making them feel as if they were in the scene.

Just standing here makes people feel that there is a sharp edge behind them. It is a special charm brought by cold weapons, it is the three-foot cold light on the sword, and the primitive fear that no matter how many miles apart you are, your head can be chopped off in the next second!
Coming here, Yan Qing felt inexplicably relaxed all over, as if he had returned to the afternoon when he first learned swordsmanship with Jing Yuan.

Here, he didn’t need to worry about the trivial matters of the Yunqi Army, nor did he need to worry about anyone disrupting the order at the scene. Facing Yao Luo, he had absolute confidence, and all he had to do was to swing his sword.

Yan Qing’s eyes became serious, like a sword that had been polished for a long time and was about to show its sharpness again. A clear, true and pure mental power had begun to follow his gaze, driving all the swords present.

How many swords were there around him now? Six thousand? Or sixty thousand? Yan Qing didn’t know. In the past, he could only control six flying swords at the same time, but now, he only had one thought. All the swords here…

They will all be used by him.

Yan Qing’s idea was not simple. Yao Luo specially selected the venue in order to increase the popularity of the exhibition match and to help the child who once called him teacher to resolve his emotional knot.

This world in his heart was a Feng Shui treasure land that he “borrowed” from a place called “Valhalla”, which was the famous FATE world from an enthusiast who wished to remain anonymous.

Before Yao Luo left, he and the hero sincerely invited him to visit Yao Luo’s world, but he just smiled bitterly and said, “I will definitely come when I have time.”

Back to the topic, Yan Qing’s thoughts followed his heart, and the countless swords in the Infinite Sword System turned into a surging river, which swept Yan Qing up and scattered him onto the waves like a cloud eagle soaring in the sky.

In the air, Yan Qing only felt that he became extremely refreshed. He didn’t need to control the direction of each sword accurately. He just needed to have a clear goal. The direction of the sword was his direction.

The sword heart that had been shaken by Jingliu became firm again at this moment. This kind of free and exciting sword intent was in line with his true state of mind. He did not need to learn Jingliu’s swordsmanship, he himself was the sharpest sword.

Even though he became famous at a young age and had battlefield experience, from beginning to end, everyone, including himself, regarded him as the successor of General Jing Yuan.

Expectations, covetations, entrustments, and dreams are the driving force behind Yanqing’s growth, but they are also his burdens and shackles.

He practiced sword skills hard, hoping to become everyone’s expectation, to help Jing Yuan solve his problems, to become the hope of Xian Zhou, and the pinnacle of Yunqi.

At only a little over ten years old, Yan Qing’s sword has already shattered the dreams of countless people.
And this time when a more powerful swordsman comes to break Yan Qing’s sword, is he just going to give up like this?

No, never give up easily!

Yan Qing opened his eyes again, and in the sky, tens of thousands of sharp swords began to gather together, just like the sword heart that Yan Qing had repaired.

A true swordsman should have his own beliefs and the courage to draw his sword in the face of any difficulties. If he does not have an unshakable belief in his heart when facing a figure of Jingliu’s level, he will not be able to win even if he holds the launch button of the imaginary pulse bomb.

“Thank you, Mr. Yao Luo.”

Yan Qing looked at the figure on the viewing platform with gratitude, and secretly made up his mind:
“I want to dedicate this victory to Teacher Yao Luo and Master Jing Yuan. Let them, and all the immortal boats and cloud riders, witness my growth!”

In the Starry Sky World, a world above faith, clear thoughts mean success in everything. Yan Qing’s power increased by 30%, and the swords wrapped around his body were no longer rivers, but an ocean.

Countless sword edges gathered together to form a sword that could hold up the sky. In this world of swords, it became the only one between heaven and earth. On this “sword”, there were not only countless swords from different historical stages, but also countless personal beliefs, including saints, villains, killers, and knights. Although Yan Qing could not understand these beliefs, it did not prevent him from using the power of these swords.

Because they all had the same mood and the same will when they swung their swords, which was:

Once the sword is out, no regrets!
“The sky is vast and boundless, the sword shakes the mountains and rivers, with this sword, I will cut off the moon in my heart.”

Yan Qing’s eyes were sharp as he thrust the sword in his hand. Even though he was stabbing at Yun Li, he was also stabbing at his former self.

The ten thousand foot long giant sword was like a galaxy slanting down from the sky. As Yan Qing swung it, the sword intent was constantly increasing on the “sword edge” as big as a mountain. The sword edges of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of swords gathered together. What could be able to stop such a sword edge?

“【The Birth and Death of the Tanhua Flower·The Dream of the Heavenly River】!”

“it is good!”

As Yan Qing made his move, a gratified voice rang out from the viewing platform. It was none other than Jing Yuan, whose eyes were already filled with excitement. Under Jing Yuan’s white hair, his golden eyes revealed gratification, excitement, and some unknown complex emotions.

In his opinion, this sword has more than 50% of the charm of his teacher, but the inner spirit is completely different.

If Jingliu’s sword is a ruthless sword that falls from the sky, freezes the earth and turns rivers upside down, then Yanqing’s sword is the youthful spirit, confident that he can strike three thousand miles across the water and the Milky Way that falls from the sky to compete with the sky.

How could Jing Yuan not be surprised by such progress? Although this sword was driven by the venue provided by Yao Luo, after this competition, Yan Qing’s inner obstacles were removed, and he could truly let birds fly high in the sky and fish leap wide in the sea. His practice would naturally advance by leaps and bounds.

“Yao Qing, thank you for taking care of Yan Qing’s matter.”

“As a master and a general, I usually think I’m good to Yan Qing, but at every critical moment, I can only hope that he can get out of trouble with his own strength. I’m ashamed that I can’t help him more.”

As he spoke, Jing Yuan’s eyes revealed a bit of loneliness. Looking at the competition arena, he seemed to be thinking of someone.

“It’s just a small favor. Yanqing is someone who called me teacher after all. I have thousands of subordinates like him on another planet. I always treat them well. There will be many more opportunities for cooperation in the future. General, don’t worry about it.”

Yao Luo also nodded with satisfaction. He knew Yan Qing’s talent. Jing Liu was at least over 1,700 years old, while Yan Qing was only in his teens. The gap between the two was incomparable, but Yan Qing was still moving towards the top step by step, and even intended to make up for the gap of nearly a thousand years.

Such talent, how can we not be amazed.

“Congratulations, General Shen Ce. There is a successor, there is a successor…hahaha.”

General Huai Yan on the side was also smiling happily, and didn’t seem to be worried about the safety of his granddaughter.

Because, facing Yan Qing’s “Galaxy Sword”, Yun Li, as the opponent, naturally has his own trump card.

What answered Yan Qing was another giant sword that could hold up the sky. The sword body was pitch black, like a piece of meteorite from outer space. The heavy aura on the sword body often made people ignore that this was a sword duel, and instead regarded it as a moving black mountain.

But under this huge black “mountain”, the person wielding the sword was a little girl who looked extremely young. Her arm was not even as thick as the hilt of the sword, but it was this little girl who swung the black mountain steadily and downwards…

Smashed it down!

“Brother Yanqing, just a sudden realization cannot withstand the abyss that I have accumulated over the years!”

Yun Li faced the huge waves surging from Yan Qing with no fear or terror, but only a burning desire to fight.

As a legend of the younger generation of Xianzhou, who among them is not a person with lofty ambitions and great blessings?

Didn’t she experience what Yanqing experienced? No, she had experienced it, and earlier than Yanqing.

She was equally expected, and equally met with contempt and criticism. If it weren’t for old General Huai Yan who blocked all the attacks for her, she would have fallen into the same self-doubt as Yan Qing.

The moment her father’s work hurt people, the young genius swordsman had already died. The only one left was the swordsmith Yun Li, who was about to melt all the magic swords in the world.

No matter whether it was pain or sadness, all negative emotions were cast into Yun Li’s gradually maturing heart as the sword melted and slowly cooled down.

While hunting the Demon Sword, Yun Li was also forging a peerless sword that would never fail, waver, or break.

This sword is herself.

If Yan Qing’s approach was to control the sword in his heart, like the bright moon in the sky, then she was taking the solid path of melting all the swords into the depths of her heart, step by step, down to earth.

With the help of an inexplicable force, she understood the heart of every sword present, the history and culture they represented as weapons, and even the intentions of their users at the time.

Her old friend, this spiritual black giant sword, also took this opportunity to devour the thoughts of countless swords, magic swords, and holy swords in “Infinite Sword Works”, and expanded its body to an unprecedented limit.

These two giant swords were like thunder and fire hitting the earth. Driven by two talented swordsmen, they exerted a power countless times beyond their own strength, which surprised and stunned countless people present.

The earth collapsed, the sky was torn apart, and the entire space began to crumble. It can be said that this time, Yao Luo almost showed the world in advance the realm that the two talented swordsmen could achieve in the future.

“【boom】—!”

At this moment, along with the venue, the confidence of countless infinite people present was also shattered. They all had pale faces and dazed eyes.

Infinite Space asked them to ensure Yan Qing’s advancement. Such a person’s strength still needs their protection. What about the strength of other contestants…

How strong would that be?

(End of this chapter)