Chapter 597 (1/2)

Chapter 597

Chapter 597: The Iron Sword and the Wooden Sword

Translator: Transn Editor: Transn

When Jun Mo walked into the back of the Lanke temple, the yellow-garbed monks on the stone path gathered around him as they chanted with Buddhist words . They threw the metal pestle and copper bowls in their hands at him . Some cultivators who were more powerful pulled out their flying swords .

A fast response was not necessarily a good thing at moments like this .

Jun Mo waved his sleeves, and the aura of Heaven and Earth in the courtyard turned chaotic . Several pestles and copper bowls flew back to where they came from; the monks were hit by their own Natal Items and began to bleed . Many of them looked as if they were about to die .

Then, he looked at those who had a high cultivation state and reacted quickly . The cultivators felt a pressure entering their bodies and dozens of flying swords fell in the autumn rain . Some cultivators even died, because their sense of perception was shattered .

Miserable howls rang on the stone laid grounds, with broken limbs flying all around and blood flowing like a river . Even if the autumn rain started to pour, it would be unable to wash the blood away at once . A strong stench of blood tore through the peaceful aura in the ancient temple .

Ye Su looked at the wooden sword in silence . Rainwater landed on the surface of his sword, was.h.i.+ng away the two white lines left behind by Ning Que's Two-Horizontal Talisman . Then, he looked up at the man who was wearing a high crown .

Jun Mo saw that the black horse carriage had disappeared from the stone steps in front of the temple . He looked at the chessboard in front of Master Qi Shan serenely . He sensed a ray of light and turned to look at it, meeting Ye Su's gaze .

The two men did not speak, and they both looked indifferent .

There was a sliding sound, and Ye Su's wooden sword was removed from its scabbard . It traversed through the rain and pierced towards Jun Mo .

It was just then, when Jun Mo finally drew his sword .

Jun Mo had not drawn his sword as he tore all the way, from breaking the Light of Buddha's big tactical array to entering the temple, where everything that stood before him was tossed up into the air . He had not used his sword because he had not met anyone worthy of it . Ye Su was the Haotian Taoism's World Wayfarer . He was a cultivation genius who had broken through the Life and Death Realm more than ten years ago . He was worthy of Jun Mo's sword .

Jun Mo wore his high crown . His robes were lose, so one could not guess where he kept his scabbard .

But when his sword appeared, everyone in the temple could see it .

Because his sword was different from the ones owned by all Sword Masters in the world . His sword was broad . It was so broad that it was beyond imagination . It did not look like a sword at all, but rather a square piece of metal .

The square metal sheet was eye-catching; it was difficult not to see it .

Jun Mo's sword was meant to be seen by everyone .

Mr . Second of the Academy had finally met the sword of the Taoism Sect's World Wayfarer in the autumn rain at the Lanke Temple .

Ye Su's sword was unblemished and silent . It was devoid of emotion and discernment; when it traveled through the autumn rain, it seemed to have become the rain, and could moisturize things in silence . Whereas it did not have the mercy as the rain had for life .

Jun Mo's sword was large and it traveled straight through the rain, drawing squares . When it reached the end of a line, it would violate the rules of Swordsmans.h.i.+p and turn backward while still going in a straight line .

Ye Su's sword was the slightest cold breeze and the autumn drizzle, which was able to slide into every crack in the world .

Jun Mo's iron sword was straight and square, blocking all rain and wind .

In an extremely short time, the wooden and iron swords clashed multiple times in the rain . However, it also felt as if they had not collided even once . The autumn rain was forced to divert and fall around the two powerful forces .

Suddenly, Jun Mo's expression cooled down . He turned around and ran to the Buddhist temple without hesitation .

Ye Su's wooden sword was waving in the autumn rain and just came thirty feet away from his back .

Jun Mo looked at Qi Nian who was inside the temple . His face was pale, and he waved his wide sleeves behind him .

The large broad iron sword flew toward the western walls with a buzz . It did not draw squares anymore, but simple straight lines instead . Therefore, it seemed more st.u.r.dy and powerful .

Ye Su watched Jun Mo who was walking around in the temple . Then, he turned around indifferently, not looking at Jun Mo anymore, but at a wall of the courtyard belonging to the back temple . He looked at the roofs of the temples at the foot of the hill with lightning in his eyes .

Jun Mo walked towards the ruins of the Buddhist Temple . Ye Su looked at the cornices of the courtyard walls . They were both powerful people in the younger generation, and were both proud . If they wanted to look at each other, they would look straight in the eye; if they did not, they would turn around .

Light appeared through the rainclouds above the Lanke Temple . Lightning fell and thunder roared . The wooden sword that had traversed through the autumn rain seemed to have been struck by lightning, and glowed with a sheen . It continued towards Jun Mo with the power of lightning!

The iron sword and wooden sword finally clashed, which could be seen by naked eyes .

The autumn rain dispersed, and thunder roared!

Ye Su's sword had understood the logic of the world and had almost stepped into the Tianqi State .

Jun Mo still did not turn around and continued running toward the Buddhist Temple .

He did not have his own rules, nor did he possess the ability of borrowing power from Haotian like cultivators . But he and his iron sword had an indestructible belief in rules . In a sense, that rule even had become his own rule, which was order .

His iron sword's protection was absolute order .

Qi Nian's lips were slightly pale and were soaked in the rain . However, they still appeared dry . When they moved slightly, they were like withered white leaves, lightly trembling in the rain .

Those who were surrounding the stone steps in front of the temple were shocked . Their expressions were altered because they knew that they were about to see the legendary Silent Meditation being broken .

The Buddhism Sect's World Wayfarer, Qi Nian had cultivated in Silent Meditation for 16 years and had never stopped . He had not stopped even in the snowy forest by the lake of Chang'an when faced with the secretive Devil's Doctrine leader, the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation .

It was thus evident what breaking his 16 years of Silent Meditation meant .

Qi Nian's lips parted by a fraction, and one could vaguely see the torn shreds of his tongue . His expression was serene and he uttered a single word . It was garbled because he had not spoken for a long time .

”Disease . ”

He said it casually, and one could not sense that it was the first word of someone who had not spoken for 16 years . It was very different from what they had expected .