Chapter 59: Bringing Lu Li Back to the Mountain

At the summit of Songshan, the area around the Fengchan Platform was teeming with people, watching from afar.

Two figures, one green and one red, intertwined at high speed, like colorful ink brushes, thoroughly stirring up the clouds and mist.

From the moment they began to speak, the battle was declared to have started.

Lu Li's sword technique was not complex; although to an ordinary person every strike looked different, it was already swordplay pushed to the extreme of variation.

But in the eyes of Dongfang Bubai, Lu Li only had five sword strikes.

These five strikes complemented each other in a virtuous cycle, like five natural mountain ranges, never tiring to look upon.

Meanwhile, the red figure held an Embroidered Needle; though the crowd could not see it clearly, they could hear the sound of it piercing the air with a hiss.

Although the Embroidered Needle was small and light, in the hands of Dongfang Bubai, this single needle could be as heavy as a thousand catties.

It transformed into a thousand-catty great sword, slashing toward that mountain.

At the beginning, the crowd could still hear the Sword Qi piercing the air and the shrill cutting sound of the Embroidered Needle thrusting out.

But later on, every clash between these two emitted a roar like a thunderclap.

Their offensives remained fierce, but the True Qi, pushed to its limit, had already begun to spill outward.

Boom!

Boom!

On the Fengchan Platform, everyone's gaze could no longer focus on anything else; between heaven and earth, only these two figures were locked in combat.

Terrifying martial arts.

Terrifying people.

Only at this moment did they understand what kind of existence the protagonists of today truly were.

The surviving monks of the Shaolin Temple stared at these two in a daze, and Master Fangzheng's expression was desolate.

"Amitabha, the martial arts of these two have actually reached such a terrifying level; if either one of them were to slaughter their way into our Shaolin, it would be a catastrophic disaster."

"I had already tried my best to overestimate the martial arts of Dongfang Bubai and Lu Li, yet I still underestimated them."

The martial arts of these two are already on the verge of exceeding the boundaries of this world; in today's duel, whoever kills the other will be able to take another step forward and enter the legendary Heavenly Human Realm."

Heavenly Human—that was an existence from a hundred years ago.

Could it be that today, one of these two will make a breakthrough? On the Fengchan Platform, the figures of the two suddenly separated.

What Master Fangzheng could perceive, Lu Li and Dongfang Bubai also knew.

For Dongfang Bubai, this was a battle sufficient to step into the Heavenly Human realm.

And for Lu Li, his feeling was very strange.

This feeling was somewhat like the sensation of breaking through a realm on the Tianxuan Continent!

Could it be that he was going to break through his realm within the myriad worlds? But at this moment, he could no longer care about so much.

Because this battle had already ignited the most instinctive excitement within him as a cultivator.

The Sword Qi on Lu Li's body seemed to vanish in an instant, suddenly converging upon the long sword in his hand; the sword body trembled with excitement and ecstasy.

This strike, Lu Li thrust out casually.

On the surface, it was a plain and simple strike without any technique.

Yet all vitality on Songshan seemed to vanish, simply because the power at the tip of the sword had already descended like a natural disaster, destroying everything.

But the next moment, new mountains were born upon the sword, toppling down.

There was no martial artist in the pugilistic world who could withstand such a strike head-on.

And Dongfang Bubai still stood before Lu Li; the Embroidered Needle in her hand suddenly thrust out, as if embroidering, wrapping around Lu Li's world like a large piece of silk, stitching out a magnificent landscape.

The flat boulders on the Fengchan Platform could no longer withstand such power, crumbling inch by inch like sand.

At this moment, everyone felt that a new door was about to open.

The figures of the two collided once more; this time, their bodies began to sustain injuries.

Their wounds grew increasingly severe, yet their eyes became all the more exhilarated.

Mysterious True Qi enveloped the two, and their intense collision generated terrifying destructive force.

But both knew that only in such a life-or-death moment, in such an extreme instant,

could one capture that legendary realm.

Only one last move away!

Green light and red light intertwined, and the outcome was about to be decided.

"Boom!"

The new door was about to open.

Just at this moment, a gray figure suddenly charged in!

That figure was too fast, like a ghost, almost indistinguishable from the speed of Dongfang Bubai.

Just as the door was about to open, this gray shadow suddenly disrupted the mysterious aura.

The door of the Heavenly Human would not allow the filth of the mundane to enter.

A violent backlash erupted instantly, and the figures of Lu Li and Dongfang Bubai were sent flying like broken ragdolls.

The crowd's expressions changed drastically; no one had expected such a sudden turn of events.

On the Fengchan Platform, a short, blood-covered Daoist stood with difficulty.

Someone in the crowd recognized this person and exclaimed, "Yu Canghai!"

This gray-clad Daoist who had suddenly appeared was none other than the Master of the Qingcheng Sect, Yu Canghai!

"Cough... cough, ugh."

As soon as Yu Canghai opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, countless sprays of blood burst forth from his body.

Although Lu Li and Dongfang Bubai focused all their attention on each other, and the majority of their attacks landed between the two of them, a small portion still landed on Yu Canghai.

Yu Canghai fished several pills from his bosom and swallowed them, saying in a hoarse voice, "Lu Li, how is my Evil-Warding Sword Technique? Haha—cough."

Lu Li and Dongfang Bubai collapsed to the ground, severely injured.

In truth, a battle of breaking through realms should have taken place in an uninhabited location, rather than here under the eyes of the crowd.

But had the two of them ever cared about others? They never imagined that someone would truly be willing to risk their life to dare to stop them.

Just at the limit of the moment when they could not be distracted, Yu Canghai rushed out.

One could see the aura on the two of them drop in an instant.

Dongfang Bubai's aura was nearly perfect.

Yet the aura on Lu Li was divided into five paths; four of them were already nearly flawless, but the fifth was incomplete.

Lu Li knew that was his fifth sword, the Songshan Sword, which he had not yet fully mastered.

While halfway up the mountain, his epiphany was interrupted by Fangzheng's shout, causing his Sword Dao to be incomplete.

Yang Lianting arrived at Dongfang Bubai's side in an unusual manner and frowned, asking, "How is it?"

Dongfang Bubai swayed a few times under Yang Lianting's support before finally standing up.

Lu Li, however, struggled but could not stand.

He knew that if not for Yu Canghai's interference, the one who lost would have been himself.

Seeing this, the crowd suddenly realized that these two figures, famous throughout the pugilistic world, seemed to be severely injured. If they could kill either one of them at this moment, it would certainly be enough to make their names known throughout the pugilistic world!

While the crowd of heroes thought this way, Tang Yinge laughed wildly: "Lu Li, when you came to my Songshan, did you ever think of this moment?"

"Dongfang Bubai, Lu Li, today you both must die at my Songshan Sect."

Having said this, the remaining dozens of Songshan Sect disciples surrounded them together.

Even a tiger on the plains can be bullied by dogs, let alone the Songshan Sect, which held a deep grudge. Master Fangzheng said in a low voice, "Vice Master Tang, kill Lu Li first."

"Why?"

"No matter how strong the Sunflower Manual is, there are ways to restrain it."

"Lu Li's sword does not belong to this world; he cannot be left alive."

Tang Yinge nodded: "I will listen to the Master."

Having said this, he raised his sword and walked toward Lu Li.

Master Fangzheng closed his eyes and chanted, "Amitabha."

It seemed he did not wish to see the moment of bloodshed before him.

Lu Li smiled bitterly in his heart; in his current state, he was completely unable to fight again.

If it truly came to it, he could only ascend on the spot and return to the Tianxuan Continent.

Tang Yinge grinned hideously and slowly raised his long sword.

Just at this moment, a flash of sword light suddenly flew out from the crowd, instantly knocking Tang Yinge's long sword away.

The next moment, several figures stopped in front of Lu Li.

The person in the lead wore a blue long robe and looked like a scholar.

"Master Yue!"

"Why are you doing this?"

Tang Yinge saw clearly that the person before him was none other than Yue Buqun.

Master Fangzheng also spoke: "Master Yue, your disciple Lu Li has entered the demonic path; all the blood on this Songshan is shed because of him..."

"And so what?"

Yue Buqun suddenly interrupted Fangzheng's words.

He was always known as the Gentleman Sword, was always polite, had never rudely interrupted others while they spoke, and had always held the Shaolin Temple in high regard.

Yet now, he had interrupted Fangzheng's words.

One saw Yue Buqun cup his hands to the surrounding people and then say in a loud voice: "Yue Buqun of Huashan, here to take Lu Li back to the mountain."

Swish!

In an instant, several long swords were unsheathed.

"Linghu Chong of Huashan, here to take Lu Li back to the mountain."

"Liang Fa of Huashan, here to take my senior brother back to the mountain."

Shi Daizi, Gao Genming, Lu Dayou, Lin Pingzhi... one familiar face after another stood before Lu Li, blocking those enemies outside.

Lu Li suddenly felt the wind on Songshan grow stronger, blowing grit into his eyes.

It was a bit hard to see, and it stung a little.

Linghu Chong turned his head, still wearing that devil-may-care expression.

"Hehe, Junior Brother, you aren't so tired that you can't stand, are you?"

As soon as he spoke, there was a scent of alcohol.

Lu Li leaned on his long sword and slowly stood behind Yue Buqun.

"Disciple pays his respects to Master."