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In a vast and endless mountain range, two sword-shaped mountain peaks that were at least a thousand feet tall towered under the vast sea of clouds a few hundred meters apart.

These two sword-shaped mountains were extremely precipitous and looked as if two divine swords had been inserted into the world. There was no place for them to climb up.

On the summit of these two sword-shaped mountain peaks, there was only a distance of less than a hundred meters from the vast sea of clouds in the sky, and on the summit, there was even a faint mist lingering around, obscured by the mist, causing the scene on the summit of the two sword-shaped mountain peaks to seem blurry and hazy. However, one could vaguely see that on the summit of these two sword-shaped mountains, two people stood there silently like stone statues, not moving an inch, and only the strong winds in the sky blew their clothes and hair along with the wind.

Among the two, one of them looked to be a young man in his twenties. The young man was extremely handsome, with flawless facial features that could be described as peerless in the world. He was the killer of all the young girls in the world.

The young man had long black hair that reached up to his waist, and his long hair had not been bound in any way, as it fluttered wildly behind him along with the whistling wind. On his back, there was a long sword, and the sword itself was wrapped in a thick layer of white cloth, revealing an extremely exquisite sword hilt, the word "Light Wind" was clearly carved on the hilt, but what was strange was that the entire blade of the sword did not seem to have any ropes, as if it was sucked onto the young man's back, and it did not fall down.

This youth's name was Jian Chen, the most famous expert in the martial arts world, and he was also known as the Sword God. He was a master of swordsmanship and had long since reached the acme of perfection, but he was only in his twenties.

Other than knowing that he was an orphan and that no one came from any sect, no one else knew about Jian Chen's origin. It was like a mystery to everyone, no one knew where he had learned his strong and profound swordsmanship from.

A hundred meters away from him on the sword-shaped mountain peak, a tall, black robed man stood there, facing Jian Chen. He looked to be about fifty to sixty years old, and his eyes were bright and lively. His eyes were like a sharp sword, making people not dare to look him in the eye. In his hand was a large, black sword, but what was strange was that his sword did not have a cut.

No one knew his real name and identity, because a hundred years ago, he was an expert who was invincible throughout the world. Today, there were only a few people who still knew about him, but it could be said that the amount of people who were able to survive in this world was very few. Even so, his former incomparable glory had been passed down from generation to generation, and today, a hundred years later, his strength had become even more incomparable to what it used to be.

Dugu Qiubai stared silently at the twenty-something year old Jian Chen from a hundred meters away. His eyes were extremely sharp, as if they contained a sharp sword, and they flashed with a cold light from time to time.

"Jian Chen, you possess a strength that is not inferior to this old man at such an age, and your attainments in the path of the sword have reached a level that even this old man cannot match. It's a pity that you killed my only beloved disciple, so this debt cannot be avenged. Today, no matter what, I must avenge my only disciple." Dugu Qiubai solemnly said. His seemingly calm voice was filled with a killing intent that caused one to tremble in fear.

Jian Chen remained calm as he stared at Dugu Qiubai. His white robes fluttered in the wind while his waist-long hair flew wildly in the wind, giving him a very unrestrained appearance.

"You can't blame me for this, your disciple was the one who offended me. As for dying under my sword, you can only blame him for not being skilled enough." Jian Chen's lips slowly opened and closed as he spoke.

Dugu Qiubai smiled from his extreme anger, "Good, good, good. You truly aren't skilled enough. Then today, I shall see just how capable you are to kill this old man under the Light Wind Sword in your hands."

With that, Dugu Qiubai waved his Heavy Iron Sword. Immediately, an incredibly powerful Sword Qi flew out from his sword and shot toward Jian Chen at a lightning speed.

With the sound of the blade being unsheathed, the sword on Jian Chen's back instantly appeared in his hand. The sword was four feet long and two fingers wide, and the entire sword was covered in a silver glow as Jian Chen stabbed out with his sword. An extremely strong amount of Sword Qi flew out from the sword, striking Dugu Qiubai's Sword Qi at a speed that the naked eye could not catch.

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The two sword energies collided and with a loud bang, a deafening explosion occurred. Powerful waves of Qi quickly spread out in all directions with the point of explosion at the center, dispersing all of the surrounding clouds.

Afterward, Jian Chen and Dugu Qiubai both flew away from the mountain peak and into the air, where they began to fight.

The speed of their attacks was extremely fast. The clashing of weapons and the sound of friction constantly rang out in the air. Streams of strong Sword Qi shot out in all directions from where the two were battling, creating many large holes in the mountain peaks.

In just a few seconds, Jian Chen and Dugu Qiubai had fought for several hundred rounds. By the time the two of them had reached the two mountain peaks, the two of them were already in a rather sorry state.

Dugu Qiubai looked at Jian Chen with a grim expression, "What a fast sword. No wonder your swordplay is so fast that no one in the world can break it, but you can't do anything to this old man." Dugu Qiubai paused before continuing, "It will be hard to determine the outcome of a battle like this. Why don't we simultaneously use our strongest attack to determine the outcome in one move?" As he spoke, the aura of Dugu Qiubai suddenly skyrocketed like a gigantic sword piercing through the clouds.

Jian Chen's face hardened as he began to emit an extremely large amount of energy. He was no weaker than Dugu Qiubai.

Even the clouds in the sky were pierced through by their auras, forming a huge hole in the sky. The wind howled in the sky as it let out the ear-piercing wails of ghosts and wolves, and in the midst of the forest, countless birds and beasts cried out in fear as they fled with large strides into the distance, while the auras of the two people at the top of the mountain continued to grow stronger, as they prepared for their strongest attack.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Not too far away in the forest, there were many small trees that could not withstand the powerful auras of the two and were snapped off at the waist before being sent flying into the sky by their might.

As Jian Chen and Lone Defeat continued to grow in strength, a large amount of true energy began to gather around them as well, quickly spinning around them. The flowers, plants, and trees all bent under the pressure of the two, causing the trees to sway unsteadily.

At the same time, the Light Wind Sword and Dugu Qiubai's Heavy Iron Sword began to glow with a dazzling white and black light.

The true energy around the two grew stronger and stronger until Jian Chen's entire body was enveloped in a white glow while Dugu Qiubai was also enveloped in a black glow. The two of them were gone and Jian Chen could only see two dazzling lights in the air.

"Roar!"

The sword in Jian Chen's hand began to tremble gently. At the moment, the sword had already begun to glow with a dazzling light, causing people to tremble in fear. His long black hair was wildly fluttering in the wind, and his white robe was fluttering in the wind. His entire body was suspended in the air, and he looked like a god of war, unbeatable in his might.

When both of their auras reached their peak, suddenly, the both of them simultaneously let out an angry shout that shook the sky, like a sudden clap of thunder, deafening the ears. Following which, a magnificent white light and an incomparably dark black light clashed against each other at the speed of lightning, instantly crossing each other.

There was no sound of collision like they had expected. When everything calmed down, they saw Jian Chen and Dugu Qiubai move to another position and stand a hundred meters away from the peak of the two mountains. Both of them looked extremely pale, while blood was quickly flowing from Jian Chen's chest, dyeing his white robes red.

As for Dugu Qiubai, he had already lost his entire right arm. Having lost his right arm, he was no longer able to take out his sword, and the Heavy Iron Sword in his right hand had already fallen down the cliff at the bottom of the mountain peak. After his sword had pierced through Jian Chen's heart, he had also lost an arm.

Jian Chen stood silently on top of the mountain peak as blood flowed from his mouth. His face was growing paler and paler, and in a short amount of time, he had turned as white as a sheet of paper. His heart had been stabbed through by Dugu Qiubai and he was already in a hopeless situation.

"Hahaha …" Suddenly, Dugu Qiubai let out a loud laugh from the top of the mountain, "Jian Chen, with your talent, if you had a few more years, this old man wouldn't have been your match. It's such a pity, your strength isn't that much weaker than this old man's, but in the end you were defeated by this old man." Speaking of that, Dugu Qiubai sighed and said, "Sigh …" It is indeed a pity that a proud son of heaven died in my hands like this. However, I have no choice but to do this in order to avenge my disciple's death. "

Feeling his life slipping away, Jian Chen slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, he was very calm, but whether he lived or died was not something that he cared about. After all, he had traveled the world for so many years and had killed many people.

At this crucial moment, Jian Chen's soul seemed to have become one with the sword in his hand. Even if he was the sword, even if he was the sword, the sword and he were no longer separated, as if the sword in his hand had already become a part of his soul.

At the same time, a sliver of pure and powerful energy of the world descended from the world, flowing into Jian Chen's mind bit by bit, perfectly combining with his soul. As the sliver of energy of the world poured into his mind, Jian Chen could clearly feel that his "spirit" was growing at an unbelievable rate, and at the same time, his soul seemed to have left his body, flying into the endless mountains around him. At this very moment, the scene within the radius of ten kilometers appeared in Jian Chen's mind with incomparable clarity.

In this place where he was on the verge of death, he had actually broken through …