Chapter 47: Drawing the Sword and Looking Around in Confusion

When the wheelchair entered the City Lord’s Mansion, the street outside remained absolutely quiet, although the people of Dongyi City straightened up from under the eaves, no one left, no one talked about it, they just looked at the direction of the City Lord’s Mansion in fear and uneasiness, countless pairs of gazes stared at that place, not knowing what was happening inside, and what was the Sword Sage Lord arriving at the City Lord’s Mansion with a single sword and what was he doing it for.

In order to kill.

Regardless of the fact that before his death, this great master, the Four Gu Swords, decided to tie Dongyi City to whose carriage, whose official road he stepped on, either south or north, but this was his decision, and the entire Dongyi City, even including the surrounding submissive small vassals, had to follow his will.

Although this great master was about to pass away, he still would not allow anyone within his domain to dare to secretly harbor dissenting thoughts, colluding with the disciples in the Lodge with the intention of arrogantly making decisions on his behalf before he made his own decisions, deciding the direction of Dongyi City, and deciding the deaths and lives of countless of the city’s subjects.

This was the scope of a god’s work, and no mortal could meddle in it, not even the great disciples in the Sword Lodge, not even the City Lord’s Office that maintained the daily order of Dongyi City.

Though that city lord, was the last distant relative that the Four Gu Swords could find from the poor countryside after they bloodied their family back then.

Those who rebelled against themselves would surely die, this was the so-called will of the Patriarch. This did not need to be deliberately emphasized, it was just a very natural bottom line principle. Just to let Fan Xian see it a bit more clearly, so the Four Gu Swords brought him here.

After the young emperor stepped into the city lord’s mansion, her face became extremely pale, straight as if she was about to become transparent, and her eyes contained a touch of loss and shock that could not be waved away, because she knew what the wheelchair-bound Four Gu Swords wanted to do.

North Qi in Dongyi City’s biggest help, in addition to Yun Zhilan, is the Lord of the House in the people, the young emperor has been counting on these two forces can help themselves to persuade the four Gu Jian, so that Dongyi City away from the control of the Southern Qing.

However, if the Four Gu Swords wanted to blood bath the City Lord’s Mansion at this time, it naturally illustrated his attitude. The young emperor felt slightly dizzy in her brain, biting her lower lip tightly as she stood behind her wheelchair without saying a word.

Fan Xian quietly glanced at her, looking at the pallor on her face, his heart moved slightly, and he reached out to pat her shoulder in a gesture of comfort. It wasn’t the consolation of a victor to a loser, it was just that his heart was also stabbed a bit painfully by the sword intent of the strong man in the wheelchair, and his eyes blinked a bit uncontrollably.

After the Four Gu Swords entered the mansion, the emotions in his eyes gradually faded, becoming devoid of a trace of emotion, not even a hint of indifference.

Several people knelt down at the stone steps of the second gate of the City Lord’s Mansion, greeting Lord Sword Saint’s arrival with trepidation. They bowed their heads and kowtowed.

With this kowtow, the heads were like ripe fruits in the fall that tore off their branches and fell, rolling on the ground in a bone-jarring manner.

Several people’s necks were a smooth to the point of breaking, as if they had been chopped off by a supreme sword.

However, the Four Gu Swords in the wheelchair did not have a sword in his hand at all.

The young emperor stared at the heads rolling on the ground, his face turning whiter and whiter, even his tightly pursed lips becoming white.

Fan Xian’s hand was slightly hard, holding onto the wheelchair, veins hidden on it, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He knew that the Four Gu Swords had come to kill, to teach himself to kill, but he still hadn’t imagined that with just a single movement of his mind, this great master had already caused several lives to cease to exist in the world.

The head rolled aside, bringing out a rainbow of blood along the way, and stopped when it hit the moss in the corner of the wall. Fan Xian’s lips were a little dry, and he subconsciously wanted to stop the Four Guards Sword’s next act, his palms exerting force with the intention of stopping the wheelchair just below the stone steps.

If the City Lord’s Mansion were to be slaughtered, it would certainly make the agreement between Nanqing and Dongyi City no longer have any opposition, and even those disciples in the Sword Lodge who didn’t agree with the Four Gu Swords’ will would be able to re-realize the Sword Sage Master’s relentlessness and power because of the blood and water in this place.

However, Fan Xian was still unwilling to use this maneuver, he was not a sentimental pedant, it was just that he believed that the City Lord’s Mansion could never be too much of an obstacle, as long as the Four Gu Swords nodded their heads, there were too many ways in which they could solve the difficulties of this place.

He did not expect that Four Gu Swords would use the simplest, and also the most brutal of such solutions.

At some point, the wheelchair had already gone up the stone steps and traveled deeper into the City Lord’s Mansion.

Fan Xian and the little emperor’s hands were still resting on top of the wheelchair, and their hands were getting more and more trembling and their faces were getting whiter and whiter as they saw more and more blood and more and more corpses collapsed on both sides of the wheelchair.

Some people finally summoned the courage to draw their swords, and the swords snapped in two, some people screamed and flew away, and their waists snapped in two, and even more people looked at the killing god on the wheelchair with two horrified eyes, and their legs were cringing, and they couldn’t move at all, and they thought of that legend from many years ago, that night, this great master on the wheelchair, with a sword in his hand, had entered the City Lord’s Mansion, and on the next day, the City Lord’s Mansion couldn’t find a single living person anymore.

After many years, the Four Gu Swords entered the City Lord’s Mansion again, this time without a sword in his hand, but the entire City Lord’s Mansion was still sadly shrouded by a strong odor of blood.

Fan Xian’s face was getting whiter and whiter, the overbearing true qi in his body had been raised to the extreme, but the moment it was first handed out of his body, it was crushed by the murderous qi that permeated the heavens and earth from the outside, crushing it to the point that it shattered into filaments, broke into fragments, and dissipated in a matter of moments, so that it was impossible to gather any qi at all.

The little emperor’s body trembled, there was no way to make any moves at all, even her hands were placed on the wheelchair to barely stabilize her body. Even though she was an extremely strong female emperor, but looking at these countless heads and broken corpses flying in the air, it was still somewhat difficult to resist the onslaught of this bloody murderous aura.

Blood was flying, blood was still flying, blood was always flying.

At this moment, Si Gu Jian’s face was even whiter than the faces of these two young men, a completely unnatural whiteness, as if all the blood in his body had flowed to a certain kind of place, and then dispersed and transformed into sword qi that pierced the heavens and poked the earth and murderous qi that annihilated the heavens and extinguished the earth and was spilling out and casting it out.

Fan Xian and the little emperor’s bodies seemed to have been detached from the control of their own minds, extremely passively following this life-threatening wheelchair as they walked within the City Lord’s Mansion. The powerful aura emitted from the Four Gu Swords completely controlled all the subtle movements around them.

The little emperor was powerless to resist, so his reaction was still a bit weaker. Fan Xian forcibly condensed his mind, wanting to resist this cold killing intent that made him feel very uncomfortable and even a bit nauseating, but it was like being constantly hammered by a heavy hammer that shook his heart and soul.

A streak of blood seeped out from the corner of his lips, and a touch of helpless sadness flashed across his eyes as he slightly lowered his eyes, no longer looking at all of this happening within the City Lord’s Mansion. He gave up the idea of stopping the Four Gu Swords from killing people, he didn’t have the strength to do so, and he wasn’t willing to enrage the Great Master who had already fallen into a state of insanity and plunge himself into endless dangers because of his pity for those innocent subordinates in the City Lord’s Mansion.

The curtains of his eyes were slightly lowered, not going to look, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t know, especially since this was supposed to be the last lesson that the Four Guards Sword would teach him.

Fan Xian had already let go of his mind and was no longer fighting head-on against the sword intent that pervaded the mansion, so he felt any faint change in the aura between the fields more and more clearly, and had a deeper understanding of the aura emitted from the wheelchair-bound Grand Master.

This aura made his brows wrinkled, because he detested this aura, this aura not only carries a bloody flavor, the most crucial thing is that there is not the slightest emotion in it, there is only indifference, a kind of indifference that overrides, a kind of indifference that treats living beings as if they were nothing.

It seems that before the eyes of the Four Guards Sword, before the mind, there is nothing in the world worth cherishing, and any person can see it as a dog or a pig.

However, Fan Xian didn’t understand, obviously, this Grand Master was someone who had great affection for Dongyi City.

Immediately afterward, Fan Xian sensed another realm represented in that aura, that of will!

The will of the Four Gu Swords had taken control of everything around the wheelchair, strong, determined, and unyielding, and all the morals, guidelines, compassion between heaven and earth, and the young man’s mind behind him turned into bubbles and drifted away in all directions before this powerful and absolute will.

Fan Xian raised his head haughtily, one hand holding the young emperor who was already shaking under this pressure, his eyes quietly looking towards the mansion along with the gaze of the four guiding swords. He experienced this realm, but subconsciously was somewhat afraid of it.

There is no great master in the world, the reason why the four great monsters were able to break through the limitations of human beings and traverse between heaven and earth, relying on their own realization of heaven and earth. Their own experiences had created the four Great Masters’ completely different paths to breakthrough.

His Majesty, the Emperor of the Kingdom of Qing, burst into the realm of the Great Masters, obviously taking the path of the Super Real. A wastrel whose internal meridians were shattered, but he was in the realm of the “No Extreme”, without the restriction of meridians, the reality in his body rose up without restriction, using a most grueling method to break through the limitations that Heaven had created for the human physical body.

Undoubtedly, this was one of the strongest methods, and Fan Xian did not dare to learn it in any way, nor did he have the means to do so.

Si Gu Jian’s path was different again, he had accumulated too much gloom in his heart since he was young, too much repression, too much urge to kill, and finally after slaughtering his family in one night, from the taste of blood, he condensed a powerful mind, and in the moment of extinguishing his emotions and extinction, he finally realized the will to be unmoved by external objects, and with devouring killings and indifference, he began to coldly watch the line on the dome of the sky, which easily tore apart.

On the last stone step of the City Lord’s Mansion, a line of people stood, the Lord of Dongyi City, dressed in his gorgeous clan clothes, his face pale, lined up with his closest people, waiting for the arrival of Lord Sword Saint. Here was a collection of his most powerful forces, but he also knew that there was no way, at all, to stop a great master from killing someone.

Fan Xian’s hand rested on the back of his wheelchair, he didn’t notice the quietness on the stone steps, the cries of misery gradually ceased, he just fell into some kind of perplexed state, he finally experienced the Sigu Sword’s Grandmaster’s realm, only to realize that the way to seek such a realm might never be possible for himself.

A grass, a stone, a flower, a tree in the world, all have its own reason to survive, everyone is a unique person, to break through the realm, touch the realm of the Patriarch, I am afraid that one must also find the method that truly belongs to oneself.

Right at this moment, the four Gu Jian in the wheelchair suddenly coughed, coughing so hard that his skinny body bounced in the wheelchair, coughing so hard that Fan Xian’s hand holding the wheelchair trembled once again.

The row of masters from the City Lord’s Mansion on the stone steps, watching this scene, transformed into a sky full of black shadows, splitting into seven directions and swooping towards the wheelchair like eagles pouncing.

Coughing as if it was an opportunity, a code word, these few masters of the City Lord’s Mansion did not have the slightest hesitation and stormed out, however, there was no joy in their hearts, because the people of Dongyi City, including those strong men who cultivated swords along the seashore, had already become accustomed to the undefeatable nature of the Lord Sword Saint, and under the illumination of God’s light for more than a decade, no one would have the luxury of wishing to be the one who would become a godslayer.

However, they still had to engage in a final struggle, because after all, the Sword Saint coughed up, maybe it was an opportunity, maybe it wasn’t, but since they were going to die after all, it should be a kind of honor to die under the hands of a great master.

Before the silhouettes arrived, the strong winds were already pounding on their faces, and these strong men of the City Lord’s Mansion did not aim at the two young men behind the wheelchair, because they had already seen that these two young men had already fallen into a kind of spiritual predicament that was difficult to extricate themselves from.

However, Fan Xian had a feeling that if he were to face the most heroic strike of these experts before they died, he would not be able to counterattack at all.

At this moment, Si Gu Jian was still cowering in his wheelchair and coughing, the only hand he had left covering his lips, and there was no sword beside him.

So he beckoned, and a sword on the ground moved, moved extremely fast, like a bolt of lightning, and came into his stable palm.

The Four Guards Sword swung the sword, and the momentum of the sword was not rounded, like seven green mountain peaks that suddenly tore away the outer skin of the trees, revealing the strange and jagged like spiky rocks underneath, in order to stab seven big holes in the heavens.

In the face of the last seven masters of the City Lord’s mansion’s magnificent extermination, the Four Gu Swords very casually stabbed out a sword, with the indifferent blood devouring will in the midst of the magnificence back in the past, in the same instant, stabbed out four swords, the four swords but stabbed out in seven directions.

This was already a sword beyond the world.

It was mixed with an aura that was not concerned with the front, but hidden behind the aura was a supreme will that transcended the aura, indifferent and unrestrained, blood devouring and instead indifferent.

The four swords stabbed seven people, seven experts disheveled to the ground, no sound.

The Four Gu Swords flicked his robe sleeve, and the ordinary steel sword in his hand went out of his hand, stabbing straight into the chest of the Lord of Dongyi City, entering without a handle.

Since the Four Gu Swords entered the mansion in his wheelchair, this Dongyi City Lord didn’t have a word of defense, didn’t have a sigh, he just calmly watched the scene in front of his eyes, waiting for death to come, because he knew that since his distant clan uncle personally came out of the hut, then he would only have one way to die. For an insane Grandmaster, for a bloodthirsty Sword Saint, for a ruthless monster who slaughtered his own kin, Lord City Lord did not have an ounce of emotion.

The City Lord coughed out blood, feeling the departure of his life, and began to shed tears, in this moment before his death, there was perhaps too much unwillingness and resentment in his heart, just like the resentment that Emperor Qing had given birth to many years ago that way. In the world, there should not have been these great masters in existence in the first place.

This world, it was too unreasonable.

Fan Xian had been watching Si Gu Jian’s strike carefully, for this was the first time Si Gu Jian had actually struck out with a sword in his hand since entering the City Lord’s Mansion. His gaze was extremely sharp, and he caught the method and trajectory of those last four sword strikes, so his heart was overwhelmed with shock.

It turns out that this is the real four Gu sword, like a bird in the sky, like a fish in the water, between a movement and a stillness, there is simply no precursor at all, only based on the mind out of the sword, where is just the magnificent of the Gu before not behind, Gu left not right.

Qingli cold to the extreme of the four sword, a Gu Gu pouring people city, and then Gu Gu pouring people country, three Gu frequently annoyed by the world plan, long to make the heroes tears in the lapel, draw the sword four Gu sword heart blank, before not seen, after not seen, view of heaven and earth of the long, only pathos and yet slogging down!

In suzhou city, Ye Liuyun once a sword chopped half a building, Fan Xian thought that day, the world’s peak of the sword will be just so, but today saw the sword of the four Gu sword, he realized that the original sword such as a murderer, the most powerful symbol is in the sword and the heart of the communication, there is no other way to express the heart of the world faster than the heart of the world.

Where the mind is, the tip of the sword will be where.

Can cultivate a great rebellion against the common sense of heaven and earth, should not exist between heaven and earth’s swordsmanship, the manipulator of the sword will only be afraid of their own will feel a touch of shock, even the manipulator of the sword itself, even if they do not know how to make such a sword to the sword, after a sword, the swordsman holding a long blood-dripping sword, looking around the vastness of the wilderness, and the meaning of the bewilderment.

The true meaning of the Four Guards Sword is that in the end, one’s mind is still at a loss.

Fan Xian’s hand was still holding the little emperor’s arm, but he couldn’t stop trembling. To be able to comprehend such a sword technique, what a blessed or painful thing it would be.

On top of the unknown green tree next to the City Lord’s Mansion, a crow that had been cowering and peeping for half a day finally couldn’t stand the will that filled heaven and earth any longer, and with a croak, flew away.

Four Gu Jian’s eyes a cold, but the corner of the lips coughed out blood, face white extremely terrible, thin body completely shrunk in the wheelchair. The two young men behind him, one bewildered, the other austere, were surrounded by dead bodies and pools of blood. Fan Xian lowered his head, but an odd thought welled up in his heart, as he seemed to be able to perceive that this great master in the wheelchair had already reached the point of running out of gas.

Because he still drew his sword in the end. Although these four swords were so clear and beautiful and cold to the extreme, but compared to three years ago on the Great Eastern Mountain, when the Four Gu Swords decimated a hundred tiger guards with a single sword, today’s Four Gu Swords was obviously much weaker.

Right at this moment, the corpse of the Dongyi City Lord slowly knelt down in front of the wheelchair, as if showing his final submission.

Fan Xian raised his head haughtily and watched in dismay as a man in black appeared in front of the three of them as the City Lord’s corpse fell.

In the black-clothed man’s hand, he was also holding a sword.