Chapter 413: Only You Are Left, Lone Sword Immortal

Yu Xian didn’t pay attention to the situation over with Su Mu Yu and the others.

Su Mu Yu and Mu Yumo had already joined Beyond the Heavens, and since both of them wanted to seek revenge personally, he helped them increase their cultivation.

Now, it was directly put to use. He believed that with their greatly increased cultivation, dealing with Su Changhe wouldn’t be an issue.

Now, his gaze rested on the Lone Sword Immortal.

“Only you are left, Lone Sword Immortal.” There was a hint of hidden meaning in Yu Xian’s smile.

The Lone Sword Immortal’s brow twitched slightly as he stared at Yu Xian and uttered two words: “Very well.”

Yu Xian maintained his smile and said to The Women, “Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal wields the sword Nine Songs. His Realm ranks first among the Five Great Sword Immortals, being at the Half-Step Spirit Travel Realm. He has guarded Muliang City alone for decades without a single defeat, and his Nine Songs Swordsmanship can tear through space. Hanyi, do you want to kill him yourself? Then you would be the head of the Five Great Sword Immortals.”

Li Hanyi seemed uninterested and said indifferently, “Whether I kill him or not, I am already the head of the Five Great Sword Immortals.”

Hearing this, Yu Xian understood Li Hanyi’s meaning. She was now in the Middle Stage of the Spirit Travel Realm; the Lone Sword Immortal was not worthy of being her opponent!

Impressive! He really liked this arrogant side of Li Hanyi.

However, the Lone Sword Immortal still had to be fought! He was the adoptive father of the Red King. Once the Lone Sword Immortal was defeated, what reliance would the Red King have left when it came time to cut him down!

So Yu Xian turned his gaze back to Yao Yue and the others: “Sister Yun, Sister Yao Yue, Long’er, Yu Yan, this person is in the same Realm as you. Which of you will go?”

“Me, me, me… I’ll go! If I defeat him, will I also be the head of the Five Great Sword Immortals?” Wang Yuyan jumped out.

She had been eager to try for a long time; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been the first to jump out today. Now that there was someone in the same Realm, she definitely wanted to take action.

“Then you’ll have to defeat Hanyi to become the head of the Five Great Sword Immortals,” Yu Xian said with a laugh.

Wang Yuyan:…

“Forget I said anything. But I’ll take this fight.” Wang Yuyan had no thoughts of defeating Li Hanyi for now—Li Hanyi was currently an entire major Realm higher than her! However, against the Lone Sword Immortal, she was determined to win this battle.

“Alright, alright, you go.” Yu Xian shook his head dotingly. Wu Xingyun, Yao Yue, and the Little Dragon Girl had no intention of competing and all supported Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan faced the Lone Sword Immortal with the Qinghong Sword in hand. Without any nonsense, the Qinghong Sword seemed like a living thing in her hand; as the sword light flowed, the faint sound of a Dragon’s roar could be heard.

Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal held Nine Songs, facing Wang Yuyan without the slightest fear, even with a hint of contempt. Nine Songs was unsheathed, and as the Nine Songs Swordsmanship was executed, a sense of desolation filled the entire space.

The Nine Songs Swordsmanship was a peerless Swordsmanship created by Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal himself, also known as the Desolate Sword Dao. It not only shared the name of his sword, Nine Songs, but also highly resonated with his lonely state of mind from living alone in Muliang City.

This Swordsmanship consisted of eleven forms, combining aesthetic appeal with extreme lethality; it was the core reliance that made him the head of the Five Great Sword Immortals.

Unaware of its nature, Wang Yuyan was instantly disturbed by that sense of desolation. Her movements slowed down as she watched the sword dance performed by Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal.

Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal’s Nine Songs Swordsmanship featured nine forms named after deities from ancient mythology. Every form matched the characteristics of its corresponding deity; the temperament of the sword dance was distinctly different, and the sword momentum produced each had its own style.

The desolation within Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal’s Swordsmanship made Wang Yuyan want to cry. Her state of mind was directly affected, causing her to hesitate in her sword strikes.

Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal seized this fleeting opening. The radiance of the Nine Songs sword surged, carrying a fierce Sword Intent that tore through space as it pierced straight toward Wang Yuyan’s heart.

This strike condensed the loneliness and killing intent from his decades of guarding Muliang City. Before the sword even arrived, the air was already being sliced by the sword wind, making a wailing sound.

Wang Yuyan’s pupils constricted. In the moment of crisis, countless essential principles from sword manuals flashed through her mind. The Dao of the sword’s essence she had once memorized by heart began to flow like living water at this moment.

She suddenly bit the tip of her tongue. The sharp pain cleared her mind instantly. The Qinghong Sword drew a mysterious arc in her hand, and the Dragon’s roar from the blade suddenly became high-pitched, forcefully dispersing a bit of that desolate Sword Intent.

“Hmph!” With a soft grunt, Wang Yuyan’s Qinghong Sword turned into a bolt of green lightning, accurately piercing toward the weakest point of the Nine Songs sword’s flaw.

This strike had no bells or whistles, yet it contained her profound understanding of all the world’s Swordsmanship. It was a strike of ultimate simplicity and precision, refined from countless sword moves.

Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal’s eyes flashed with surprise. He clearly hadn’t expected Wang Yuyan to be able to counterattack so quickly while her state of mind was disturbed, and with such a tricky move.

He hurriedly changed his move. The Nine Songs sword swept up layers of sword curtains, attempting to block this sudden strike. The two famous swords collided violently in the air, producing a deafening metallic clang. A powerful shockwave spread in all directions, sending the rubble on the ground flying.

Wang Yuyan felt her arm go numb, and her figure was shaken back three steps before she stabilized. Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal also retreated three steps, a solemn expression appearing on his face for the first time.

“Interesting,” Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal said in a low voice. The contempt in his gaze toward Wang Yuyan had vanished, replaced by complete seriousness.

He could feel that this seemingly delicate woman before him had an understanding of the sword Dao that was not at all inferior to his own.

Wang Yuyan took a deep breath. That strike just now had nearly exhausted the focus she had gathered in an instant, but it also allowed her to completely break free from the mental interference of the Nine Songs Swordsmanship.

She gripped the Qinghong Sword tighter, her eyes becoming increasingly determined. Then, she took the initiative to close in. Her sword momentum unfolded—sometimes as gentle as a spring breeze brushing willows, sometimes as fierce as a thunderbolt. She integrated the essences of various Swordsmanship styles she knew, executing them with ease, actually forming a unique sword path of her own.

Seeing this, Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal no longer held back. The Nine Songs sword danced even faster as he performed the eleven sword forms in turn. Sometimes it was as brilliant as Xihe Bathing the Sun, sometimes as cold and aloof as Wangshu Embracing the Moon. The entire field was enveloped by his sword momentum, as if transformed into a desolate and grim ancient battlefield.

Gentleman Sword Immortal folded his fan, his gaze locked onto the battlefield. With a solemn expression, he said to Si Kong Changfeng beside him, “This girl’s Comprehension Ability of Swordsmanship is truly astounding. To be able to continuously perfect her own moves during combat… Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal has likely met his match this time.”

Si Kong Changfeng also held his breath in concentration. He could clearly feel Wang Yuyan’s sword momentum steadily rising. With every collision with Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal, her sword moves became more fluid and skilled. This rate of progress was simply inconceivable.

In the arena, Wang Yuyan and Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal had already fought for over a hundred rounds. They went back and forth, sword lights flashing, leaving everyone dazzled.

Although Wang Yuyan was slightly lacking in experience, by relying on her extraordinary understanding of Swordsmanship and an endless stream of move variations, she actually fought Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal to a standstill.

The more Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal fought, the more alarmed he became. He found that his Nine Songs Swordsmanship seemed to have been seen through by Wang Yuyan. No matter what exquisite move he used, she could always find a way to counter it, and even draw inspiration from it to suppress him in turn.