Chapter 766: Water In The Yellow River From Sky (1/2)

No matter how slowly one walked, he would eventually reach his destination.

Liu Bai arrived before the Verdant Canyon and stopped by Jun Mo.

He was more than a foot away from Jun Mo, but that was enough.

After all, an one-foot radius around a person was just a vague description.

In fact, Liu Bai's Absolute Territory depended on the length of his sword and arms.

He was the strongest in wherever his sword could reach.

The distance right now was perfect. It was not far nor near, and was perfect for a sword to cut down.

Distance was a relative concept. It was fair to the both of them. Jun Mo naturally felt that it was perfect. That was why he raised his iron sword without thinking and swung it at Liu Bai.

He did not say anything, nor did he make any extraneous moves. He waved his sword, just like that.

It was a clean and clear cut.

Just like the lovely jade green hills behind him that were still verdant even in late autumn.

The iron sword cut down cleanly and fell toward Liu Bai's head like a green hill.

Liu Bai did not wave his sword because it was one foot in front of him.

This was his first strike in the true sense.

Liu Bai's sword was indeed the most powerful.

When the rusty sword in his hand fell, the mottled rusty marks disappeared instantly, and the body of the sword suddenly brightened. It reflected the floating clouds in the sky and the green hills by the wilderness. It was extremely beautiful.

This sword seemed to have taken away all the splendor between heaven and earth, and countless creations in nature.

It was beyond brilliant.

The brilliance could be dazzling, just like how one could not look directly at the sun. However, this sword did not hurt anyone watching the war on the wilderness. Instead, they were intoxicated by it.

They were intoxicated with this beautiful and moving picture. The celadon-like sky, the silk-like clouds, the warm suns.h.i.+ne, the beautiful wilderness, and a big river.

The river originated from the Wilderness and was originally a trickle-down stream, stubbornly breaking through the mountains of the Yuelun Kingdom. It negotiated the primeval forest with fertile soil and abundant rainwater to form numerous tributaries, turning into a big river, carrying sediment from the south. The river was dyed a turbid yellow, and it grew more and more majestic.

The turbid waves were so great that the yellow river kept beating against the black cliff, stirring up thousands of heavy waves that were like mud. It sounded as if there were ten thousand horses neighing there, sounding especially startling.

Between the black cliff stones, a young man was practicing with his sword. He looked serene as if he could not hear the sound of the waves. The vibration of the cliff did not make him move at all, and he was very absorbed.

Heaven and Earth s.h.i.+vered and lost their color. But it was unknown if it was because of the rus.h.i.+ng river, or because of the person wielding the sword by the river.

Liu Bai entered the cultivation path and saw a large river at the Initial Awareness State. As such, he was considered a rare genius in the cultivation circle. Later he gained awareness of his own Sword Taoism by the great river, so his sword technique was called the Dahe Sword, or literally the Great River Sword.

When the Dahe Sword appeared, one would see a great river.

Liu Bai's sword was the great river.

When he used his sword, the great river would appear.

All those who saw the great river would be swallowed by the rus.h.i.+ng stream.

A large river had large waves.

Muddy yellow river water fell from the sky, becoming the Sky River.

It was as if a hole had been pierced in the sky and there were endless water pouring down from heaven like a waterfall.

The river did not have any other aura but strength.

The river headed right toward him.

Jun Mo's eyes suddenly brightened.

He looked at the turbid waves in the river, his eyes looking like glittering streams.

His eyebrows rose.

All these details meant that he was becoming excited.

He was usually a placid person. To Ning Que and his other younger brothers, he was a stern, and even antiquated man that they would never relate to the excitement.

His facial expression had not changed at all when he had gained the victory over Ye Su earlier.

However, he was truly excited now.

Because when he saw the large rus.h.i.+ng river, he discovered that he was frightened.

This was a foreign emotion to him, which was why he was excited.

He had finally seen the most powerful sword in the world.

He raised his iron sword and cut down toward the river.

The broad and straight iron sword wielded the strength of the green hills. It slammed down heavily at the muddy rus.h.i.+ng river.

The river suddenly parted and surged toward both sides, revealing the bottom of the river full of sand and rocks.

The river poured back the next moment, covering the sand and rocks.

Jun Mo waved his iron sword once more.

The river parted again.

He continued waving the sword.

The river parted and then poured back again.

This happened many times, and the iron sword cut into the bottom of the river.

The iron sword gouged many deep sword marks on the mud at the bottom of the river and shattered several rocks.

The meeting between sword and rocks caused a loud dull crash.

It was like the sound of hammering.

Jun Mo continued waving the sword.

He waved it several hundred times in an instant.

However, he could not stop the river from flowing southeast.

The river continued flowing downwards.

Liu Bai's sword continued moving forward as well.

The river that flowed down from the sky was the most magnificent thing that could be seen on earth.

In the face of such a gus.h.i.+ng Yellow River, many would subconsciously look up to it and feel intoxicated by its majesty. Then, they would regain their wits and lose their courage as they started to feel despair.

This was where the Dahe Sword was most powerful.

His sword did not borrow the power of heaven and earth.

His sword was part of it, and that was its most magnificent trait.

At this moment, his sword was the incarnation of heaven and earth.

Before the river, Jun Mo could stand unwaveringly like a tree, resisting it with his sword. This was already beyond what many cultivators in the world could do. However, the river flow was too irresistible for him to stop.

This was Liu Bai's sword style.

The river bellowed.

The wind screamed.

A crown fell.

And the hair was dishevelled.

Jun Mo's black hair fluttered in the air.

Several openings had long appeared on his academy uniform and he was covered in blood.

But he did not look pathetic at all. He seemed solemn and majestic, looking as if he was attending a banquet.

A banquet that was yet to end.

He was focused, calm, and even seemed a little wooden.