Chapter 596: Sword Maniac

It was late today, Xiao Chen was not in a hurry to go to the city center, so he went to the inn with the waiter. Along the way, the waiter was very enthusiastic and said with a smile, "I see that you have an extraordinary appearance, but you are here for the Emperor's Sword Discussion in three days?"

Xiao Chen glanced at him and asked, "How much do you know about this sword discussion?" As he spoke, he took out two taels of silver from his sleeve and handed it over.

The waiter took the silver and became more enthusiastic. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, young master. I will tidy up the room for you first, and then tell you slowly."

It was not until the evening that the waiter finished telling all the recent things about the sword discussion. It turned out that the person who opened the sword discussion here was a disciple of the head of the Taishi Dao Sect, named Tang Xinhai. This person's cultivation is unfathomable, and his swordsmanship is unmatched.

During this period of time, many cultivators from various sects came here, but no one from any sect could survive seven moves from him. They were all defeated within seven moves. This person was very scary. Even many older people were no match for him, not to mention the disciples below, who could barely survive three moves.

And at noon today, Tang Xinhai suddenly announced that the final "Emperor Sword Contest" would be held in three days, and people from both the righteous and evil paths could come to participate.

As soon as this statement came out, it immediately caused a sensation. The news spread like wildfire, instantly spreading throughout the five domains of Xianyuan, and even faintly overshadowed the news that the 100,000 dense forest treasures had appeared in the world not long ago. In the next three days, I am afraid that more people will come to the Emperor State.

As the night fell quietly, Xiao Chen stood by the window sill, looking at the quiet night sky in the central city area, his back never moving at all.

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Three days passed like this, and as expected, three times more people came to the Emperor State during these three days than in the previous days. The entire Emperor State is now crowded with people.

With cultivators from all directions gathering, conflicts are inevitable. Jiang Yutian had no choice but to issue an order overnight, prohibiting private fights in the city and flying swords in the city, so as not to collide with the defensive sword formation in the sky.

On this day, everyone went to the Central City District. The other districts of the Emperor State were all empty, and Xiao Chen also came to the Central City District quietly.

To the east of the Central City District is the statue of the emperor, which is a hundred feet high, and to the west is a sword platform. In the center of the sword platform, there is a hundred-foot giant sword inserted upside down, which can swallow the wind and clouds. Around the main sword, there are four other giant swords, which are slightly lower.

This sword platform is the place for sword fighting. In the past month, countless people who came on the stage were eventually defeated by the giant sword, and today's emperor's sword fight is even more exciting.

The cold wind howled wildly. On the main sword of the sword platform, a figure was sitting on the hilt. The man was dressed in green and moved with the wind. There was a red sword mark on his forehead. He was three parts righteous but seven parts evil.

At this moment, he was holding his forehead with his left hand and closing his eyes gently. He turned a blind eye to the heroes all over the world below.

This person was Tang Xinhai, who had a title called "Sword Maniac".

The madman among swords was also qualified to bear this title. If there was only one word to describe his sword, it would be - mad!

"What a sword maniac. Today, I will come to see how crazy your madness can be!"

Just as the crowd was talking endlessly, suddenly a cold whistle broke through the sky. Suddenly, a sword light flew towards the sword platform from the southeast.

It was an old man in a purple robe. His momentum was so strong that the clouds dispersed in an instant. His cultivation was so high that he must have been a god-transforming person.

The sword in his hand was even sharper and sharper, and it seemed to be emitting a chilling light that could capture people's hearts. There were countless sects in the five realms of Xianyuan. This person must be the master of a certain sword school!

The sword was getting closer and closer, but Tang Xinhai never moved at all. Thousands of feet... Hundreds of feet... Ten feet!

"You are not worthy!"

Just when everyone was hanging on a thread, Tang Xinhai finally opened his eyes. In those red eyes, there were two looks of contempt for the world!

It was these two looks that immediately made the purple-robed old man tremble. Before the sword arrived, the momentum had already retreated. Then Tang Xinhai waved his two fingers, and a sword energy flew out. With a "bang", the purple-robed old man was shocked and vomited blood and flew back.

"Brother!"

A figure flew up from below. It was an old woman in purple. The old woman glared at Tang Xinhai with hatred and was about to rush forward. The old man in purple reached out and pulled her. With blood in his mouth, he said, "Sister, don't go. This man is more powerful than I thought!"

Tang Xinhai brushed his sleeves coldly, sat back on the hilt of the sword, closed his eyes, and said coldly, "Next one."

"Sword maniac... what a word of maniac! The seven of us brothers are not talented, but we will also come to learn from you today!"

At this moment, seven more figures flew in the air from a distance. The aura of these seven people was not weak, and it seemed that their cultivation was also very high.

"Then let's go together!"

Tang Xinhai opened his eyes, and his whole body was shaken. A breath of aura shook out, causing the seven people to shake violently in the air.

The seven people knew that this person was powerful, so they did not dare to take it lightly, and could only attack closely together.

However, Tang Xinhai was able to handle the violent attack of the seven people with ease. He did not even move his giant sword. His attack was as powerful as thunder and lightning. In a flash, he had already injured three people.

"Unable to withstand a single blow!"

Tang Xinhai did not even unsheath his sword. He swung out three consecutive sword strikes. The three sword energies were like violent winds and waves. The remaining four people could not bear it in the end and were all blown away.

"Who else!"

Tang Xinhai flicked his sleeves and glanced at the crowd below. Not long after, another person flew up. However, all those who flew up to challenge were beaten down again. This lasted for a long time, and no one could attack him from the hilt of the sword. Even his sword had never been unsheathed.

Most of the people who came to participate in the emperor's sword debate today were old men with great Taoism skills. No one dared to challenge the disciples. They would not be able to withstand even one sword, let alone three moves.

The crowd was silent for a long time. This time, no one was afraid that they would challenge again. Tang Xinhai was a little crazy, but he was only a figure of the younger generation after all. Most of those present today were famous masters of the Xuanmen. If they challenged a young man together, even if they won, they would lose face. If they lost, it would be even more shameful.

Everyone started to discuss. Even the older generation was no match for this person. Who else among the younger generation could challenge this person except Qian Yu Nishang? But the people from Xuan Qing Sect didn't seem to come today.

"You said... Will Xiao Yichen come?"

"Xiao Yichen... Yes! How could I forget this person?"

"But, is Xiao Yichen... still a member of Xuan Qing Sect?"

"Didn't I say? Today, no matter whether you are a righteous or evil person, you can come..."

The discussion in the crowd became louder and louder. Originally, many people were still discussing whether Qian Yu Nishang would come to the Emperor State today, but gradually, they all began to discuss whether Xiao Chen would come today.

Tang Xinhai was still sitting on the hilt of the sword, with his eyes closed. It was unknown how long it had passed. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the sword in his hand began to tremble constantly at this moment.

"Finally... is it here?"

At this moment, Tang Xinhai opened his eyes, his eyes were as red as blood, staring at the 100-foot-tall emperor statue in the east, motionless.