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  The onlookers outside couldn't help but hold their breath, thinking that the temple would surely be destroyed by this one sword. Everyone had witnessed the power of the green sword and no one thought that Chen Jing, who was currently fighting with Mu Zhen, could block this sword.

  Just as the Long Eyebrow True Man was about to fly into the River God Temple, his hand holding the Green Sword suddenly flipped over and blocked at the side of the temple. At that moment, a sword thread stabbed onto the Green Sword. As soon as the Long Eyebrow blocked that sword thread, a burst of white mist surged out from the River God Temple like river waves, engulfing both the Long Eyebrow and Mu Zhen within it.

  Many hearts were racing, thinking that if he had blocked it a little slower, they would have been beheaded by now. Chang Mei was secretly shocked in his heart, as far as he was concerned, all the sword practitioners in the world only had death when they encountered him, but then he met a strange and extraordinary swordsman, Li Chou, and now this Chen Jing was not half bad either. However, he had simulated countless battles like this in his mind, and for him, those sacrificially trained swords were the biggest weakness of these skilled swordsmen. He saw his wrist move, and the green sword in his hand had already conjured up a cluster of sword shadows, enveloping the remaining sword light inside. Apparently, he wanted to use the advantage of the green sword to crush this sacrificially trained sword that had taken shape.

  In the air, like a drill, into the Chaohe Temple, the drill head is that crazy stirring green sword. Under a piece of green light, it's like a green python again.

  Sword shadows are dense, killing intent soars into the sky. In an instant, offense and defense reverse.

  Most of the scattered sword energy was just a manifestation of the mist, and Chen Jing didn't dare let the green sword touch the true sword threads transformed from the mist. This wasn't because the Misty Heaven Sword was inferior, but because this sword was too powerful, not only could Chen Jing feel its might, even people outside were secretly thinking that the green sword would soon be renowned throughout the world.

  Among the myriad sword lights, there is one strand of sword silk that is the strongest and most deadly. It appears and disappears unpredictably, always lurking around Longmei's body, threatening to strike at any moment. When Qingjian's sword dance begins, that single strand of sword light does not retreat but instead trembles within the shadows cast by Qingjian's sword. Those with keen eyesight will notice that the sword light is not trembling but rather moving in tandem with Qingjian's sword. Each time it narrowly avoids a collision, the margin of error is only a hair's breadth. Thus, from a distance, that single strand of sword light appears as nothing more than a faint white mist within the shadows cast by the swords.

  That flash of sword light trembled and then disappeared, the long-browed Taoist retreated in shock, the green sword in his hand dancing out a wisp of green smoke. Only he himself knew that if he hadn't retreated quickly just now, he would have already been pierced through the center of his brow by that flash of sword light.

  With a swift retreat like the wind, he narrowly avoided the sword's thread and immediately rose up with his sword.

  After the arrival of Zhang Mei, Mu Zhen had already walked to the temple gate. His footsteps were extremely heavy, and he slowed down as he approached the gate. Chen Jing and Zhang Mei exchanged several blows with their swords in a flash of lightning, but Mu Zhen only took two steps forward. A red glow burst forth from above, dyeing a patch of gray mist into a red haze. As the sword light of the Mystic Heaven Sword forced Zhang Mei back, another strand of sword energy shot straight at the back of Mu Zhen's neck. The sword energy entered the red glow and was clearly slowed down by a black Buddhist bead that had struck it, causing a silent ripple to erupt from the point of impact. The sword energy dissipated, and the Buddhist bead retracted into his hand. His forward step came to a halt because a strand of sword light had already shot towards his eyes, entering the red glow once more. Mu Zhen's hand released another Buddhist bead, but the sword light suddenly drew out a silver arc, flying towards Mu Zhen again.

  Next to the lush green light, a strip of green shadow rushed straight into the River God Temple. The sword light in the River God Temple didn't care how dense the green shadow was, and stabbed directly into it. No matter how unpredictable the green sword changed, it could avoid being scattered by the green sword. At the same time, the white mist from all directions rushed towards the two of them, rotating around them as the center. The white mist seemed to be composed of endless sword threads at first glance.

  Those two strands of sword silk were the result of his swordsmanship that turned swords into silk. Relying on his Mysterious Heaven Hand and Mysterious Heaven Sword, as well as the spiritual power of Jinghe River, he could have produced more strands of sword silk. However, with just these two strands, fighting against both Mu Tian and Chang Mei was already his limit.

  Mu Zhen didn't enter the River God Temple with his Buddhist beads when he wasn't under sword attack, not because he couldn't do it, but because three of his Buddhist beads had already entered the temple and never came out. Only under the cover of red light could his Buddhist beads hit that elusive sword thread.

  He bore the infinite power, as if carrying a mountain on his back. He was fighting against the law and the spirit of the Jingshui River, while Zhang Liang relied on the sword in his hand to cut open the way forward.

  The sword did not enter the red light again, and he could clearly feel it. As soon as the sword light entered the red light, the speed would slow down, and for Chen Jing, this red light was like a red swamp, once inside, there was a huge sense of restraint. Mu Zhen seized that momentary pause to strike out a Buddhist bead, which seemed to be just a point of black light, but made Chen Jing feel as if his mind had been struck by a heavy hammer.

  Outside the white fog, everyone looked at the shadow reflected in the green mirror in the sky, shocked in their hearts. Whether it was Mu Zhen or Chang Mei, they were enough to shock them. The red glow on Mu Zhen's head was a divine ability that no one could see through, and being in the white fog made him look no weaker than Chen Jing in the River God Temple. Chang Mei stood on the top of the mountain with one sword, which can be said to be stunning. One sword cut off a corner of the River God Temple, so many people died before they saw the River God Temple, but it shattered a corner under his one sword.

  One is profound and unfathomable, one is sharp and unmatched.

  It was as if the two of them had reached the front of the River God Temple and stopped in their tracks, unable to step over the threshold. Each was blocked by a flash of sword light that flew out of the temple, which could not be captured in the mirror outside, but only appeared when the sword light pierced the red glow surrounding Mu Yu's body, and at other times it was hidden in the void.

  "Excellent swordsmanship."

  Some people in their hearts exclaimed, those who know the goods can naturally see that Chen Jing and Chang Mei are both sword cultivators. Chen Jing is a step-by-step self-refining sword, and his swordsmanship is extremely high. Chang Mei's skills are all on the sword in his hand, perhaps that sword has infinite power, but now it cannot be exerted, although this is enough to make him proud of the group of immortals, but facing Chen Jing who is good at swordsmanship, he can't show the power of the sword for a while, and suppresses it.

  The fog surged and churned, as if it were real waves. If this were the case, it would be a scene of capsizing the river. Although not, now is also extremely spectacular.

  Suddenly, the sound of a guqin echoed through the heavens and earth, its melody lingering and long. Everyone immediately looked towards the white rock sitting at the peak of the green mountain, but he didn't lift his head to look at the sky or the river mist; he just focused on playing the guqin in his hands. The sound of the guqin was initially melodious, but soon turned sorrowful and mournful, then suddenly changed to a sharp and fierce tone, like someone who had been wronged and, in a fit of rage, sharpened their knife at midnight to slaughter an entire family. The fierce sound didn't stop, but instead grew more intense. In just a moment, it evolved into a chaotic storm that swept across the heavens and earth, like ten thousand iron cavalry galloping across the land, or the city being breached and slaughtered. In a daze, smoke signals rose from the ground, and mournful cries filled the fields.

  "This is "Chaos in Heaven and Earth"."

  Unconsciously, the sound of the qin had already led many people's thoughts into a scene of chaos and confusion.

  She didn't return to Luozhou, but stood in the clouds, tilting her gourd to take a sip of medicinal wine. Her eyes were fixed on the person playing the zither at the mountain peak. She had her own magical powers that allowed her to see through the white mist. Luozhou was a sect that existed before the Heavenly Court disappeared, and although it was based on swordsmanship, it had countless auxiliary spells to aid in its execution. This was the foundation of the great schools of the world. If one couldn't see far enough or clearly enough, even if their sword skills were exceptional, how could they possibly control their sword to travel a thousand miles and take the enemy's head?

  In the Luo Fu Gate, there is a technique called "Jin Yu Tong" that specializes in eye training. It's one of the techniques that must be practiced from a young age when worshiping swords. This technique allows one to see into the nine hells of Youduo. When executed, outsiders can't detect anything unusual about it. The rolling river fog may be able to disrupt the cultivator's divine thoughts, but it can't block her eyes. As for Chen Jing's swordsmanship, she was surprised by his rapid progress, but still felt that he was within her acceptable range. She thought to herself that Chen Jing was a deity and would naturally appear more brilliant in his own domain. As for the long-browed man, she had met him before, and during their encounter in the mountain valley, neither of them had used their full strength. However, two swords were enough to let her know that he only relied on his own cultivation for three points, while the power of his sword accounted for seven points. That's why she said he wasn't a match for the Kunlun disciple, and no one knew more about the history of the Kunlun Gate than she did as a fellow disciple of a major sect.

  Lidi had long heard of this so-called "Qin Demon" and had gone to the mountains several times to search for him, but hadn't found him. Now that they had met, how could he let him go?

  A white robe lay on the ground, and Baiyan sat cross-legged, with a gray-white stone zither on his knees. The five stone strings did not vibrate as his fingers slid over them, yet complex melodies echoed through the sky.

  "Luó Fú's departure from worldly affairs, leading to a great teaching of the guitar demon/ law."

  Suddenly a clear and cold voice sounded in the sky, at the same time, a faint sword hum was mixed into the sound of the guqin, the sound of the guqin changed, but it wasn't disrupted by the sword hum, instead it added to the killing intent of the guqin.

  A flash of sword light descended from the ninth heaven, more solid and dazzling than the thread of a sword in the mirror hanging in the air above the embroidered spring. The sound began when the sword light had already fallen from the clouds, and before the sound fell, the sword had already pierced the top of the stone rock.

  Jian directly took Baiyan's throat, but Baiyan didn't even lift his head.

  But Qinyue suddenly made a heavy sound, the sword was as if it had been struck by something, and it pierced through Shiyan's ear, almost scraping against his skin, cutting off a strand of hair that floated in the air and drifted away with the wind.

  In the sky, standing on white clouds, with eyes as bright as a sword's gleam, one hand holding a sprinkler, the other hand pointing like a sword, swiftly slashing in the void. And that sword, in the instant it flashed past the white rock's cheek, suddenly turned and chopped down towards the back of the white rock.

  This sword was much weaker in terms of momentum compared to the previous one, but its speed was faster, with a feeling of cold wind piercing through the door gap into the room, mysterious and icy.