The man spread his hands, palms up, and gently swayed them twice.

After a long-awaited reunion, he gestured to his own people from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, especially the good women who had been thinking about him, asking for a little something.

The entire Great Wall of Sword Qi, which had fallen into silence, erupted in whistles and hisses above the city walls.

The female Sword Immortal, Lu Zhi, lowered her eyes, not bothering to look at the man, she really couldn’t bear to watch.

The man, with his back to the city wall, nodded, very pleased that he was still so popular.

Outside the battlefield, the Great Wall of Sword Qi was like a street child, even a drunkard, gambler, or confirmed bachelor would call out, “That damned A’Liang.”

But on the battlefield, that man was A’Liang, simply A’Liang.

A’Liang’s gaze wandered, glancing at the military tents scattered everywhere, and he said loudly, “Don’t hesitate, send a few fighters!”

A burly man with a big beard turned around, stared at the fellow, and said in a deep voice, “I’ll go.”

A’Liang didn’t turn around, only his head, looking at Liu Cha, who was standing alone on the other side of the golden river. They had been very close in the past, both rivals and friends. A’Liang slowly turned around, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile, “Good brother, how about we make a deal? Send a few who aren’t so good first, to warm me up? I can’t beat too many experts like you.”

Liu Cha, with his sword on his back and knife at his waist, was expressionless. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. Why haven’t you found a suitable sword yet?”

A’Liang pressed his palms together, gently twisting his wrists. Since it was going to be a tough fight from the start, he could only warm up himself first.

Liu Cha’s thumb lightly pressed against the hilt of his knife, and with a gentle push, Liu Cha had already crossed the golden river and arrived in front of A’Liang, slashing down with his blade.

On the battlefield, the two figures were no longer visible, only circles of shocking ripples, like mountains crashing into a great lake, were激荡起. Each layer of ripple instantly expanded outwards, like the Mo family’s sword boats launching a volley of fire, with countless, dense flying swords.

After A’Liang descended from the sky, the demon race army within a hundred miles that hadn’t died were urgently retreating, and the supervising officers in the various military tents didn’t offer any resistance.

On the earth, accompanied by the sound of thunder, huge potholes appeared at extremely distant intervals.

After all the potholes suddenly caved in, there was no life around them. The bodies and souls of the demon cultivators, along with their weapons and mountain treasures, were crushed into powder after falling to the ground, and together with the yellow sand and dust, were enveloped by the condensed and unyielding sword qi. They were like spontaneously forming natural sword arrays, with a chilling sword intent that would annihilate everything.

All this was due to the aftereffects of the sword qi generated by the clash between the two sword cultivators.

The sword cultivators, each standing at the pinnacle of the world’s sword dao, had forcibly created a celestial phenomenon.

A military tent relatively close to the battlefield between the two was instantly split open by a long line, and the several cultivators who couldn’t avoid it died without knowing how.

Liu Cha stood on top of the military tent that had been split in two, but the tent hadn’t collapsed, and the cultivators inside had already scattered like birds and beasts.

Several miles away, A’Liang stopped, reached out and grabbed a flying sword of an Upper Fifth Realm sword cultivator in his palm, first clenched it tightly, then used two fingers to hold the tip and hilt of the flying sword, increasing the force and squeezing it into an exaggerated arc.

This flying sword was as thin as a hair, extremely subtle, and capable of hidden and long-range strikes along the river of time. It seemed to belong to a sword immortal who was extremely skilled in assassination.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword was almost bent into a full moon by A’Liang’s fingers. After all, a flying sword was not a great bow. Just as it was about to snap, a faint muffled groan was heard in the distance. Paying a great price, the assassin used some secret technique to forcibly take back the natal flying sword that had been imprisoned by A’Liang’s fingers. Then, his aura instantly fled far away, wanting to leave the battlefield after failing in one strike. Unexpectedly, a man appeared behind him on his escape route, reached out and pressed down on his head, and sword intent poured into his skull like water. A’Liang pulled him back, causing his body to lean back. A’Liang looked down at the face of the sword immortal’s corpse and said, “I knew it wouldn’t be that little bastard Shou Chen. As long as I’m on the battlefield, he won’t have the guts to draw his sword in this lifetime.”

The corpse was gently pushed away by A’Liang and fell heavily to the ground dozens of feet away.

In another direction, a snow-white pillar of light suddenly rose from the ground. The demon race sword immortal’s soul, abandoning its physical body, along with the golden core and nascent soul tightly wrapped by the soul, was pierced through by the pillar of light containing infinite sword dao truth, leaving no trace behind.

During this brief pause, A’Liang looked around, and saw a white mist. He was clearly trapped in the small world of some great demon.

“A small trick to scare me? How do you know I’m timid? That’s right, I’m the kind of person who blushes when he sees a girl.” A’Liang seemed to be warming his hands with his breath. With him as the center, the white mist retreated on its own.

On the battlefield, where only black and white colors existed, a colossal true form of a great demon appeared, dominating one side and sitting in charge of the world, looking down at the tiny swordsman who was as small as a black dot.

A’Liang looked up and was stunned for a moment. “What a big one!”

He asked a very sincere question, “I don’t even know you, how dare you come?”

The logic was simple. Except for those who possessed ancient well thrones in the Hall of Heroes, the rest of the demon race who hadn’t met or fought with him, A’Liang, weren’t qualified to be called great demons in the barbaric world. Since they weren’t great demons, were they “worthy” in A’Liang’s eyes?

The colossal beast, recognized by A’Liang as an “unknown” demon race, was about to control the divine power of heaven and earth, trying to crush the A’Liang, who was famous in the barbaric world.

Unexpectedly, a straight white line appeared from the top of the demon’s true form, from top to bottom, as if it had been split in half with a long sword.

In the end, within the small world of this Immortal Realm demon race cultivator, although the initial injury was fundamental, it was not difficult to transfer the battlefield. However, as soon as the true form stopped its momentum and barely resisted the surging sword intent brought by the bright long line, it appeared on the edge of the small world, trying to keep the greatest distance from that A’Liang. However, it never expected that throughout the entire world, not only on the boundary of the small world, but even outside the small world, thousands of light lines appeared, piercing through the heaven and earth, as if the entire small world had become that person’s small world.

A sword forest with ten thousand swords stuck in the ground.

In the end, the great demon, whose true form was firmly pinned down by dozens of sword lights, couldn’t even move its body, and even the slightest movement of its mind brought a heart-wrenching pain. It was shocked to find that in its own small world, it was also in a tragic situation with no escape.

A’Liang completely ignored this Immortal Realm demon.
The opponent’s small world was as fragile as porcelain, as if a swordsman could shatter it with the slightest tap of his sword’s tip.

As clarity returned to the heavens and earth, countless sword lights erupted from the area occupied by A-Liang, spreading like an ever-expanding circle, obliterating everything within a radius of dozens of miles.

Liu Cha, who had previously stood atop the military tent, found it easy to resist the sword lights, but now hovered in the air, once again the only one confronting A-Liang on the battlefield.

He said calmly, “A word of advice: stay out of this.”

Even if they were willing to die, they should at least inflict some damage on A-Liang.

Liu Cha sheathed his saber, reached behind him, drew his sword, and held it in his hand.

Traveling the desolate lands, he rarely had a chance to draw his sword, so Liu Cha had eagerly awaited his reunion with A-Liang. He had expected it to be in the vast world, but this man had broken through the restrictions of two great worlds, returning directly to the Great Wall of Swords.

A-Liang reached out and retrieved a standard-issue sword from the battlefield north of the Golden River. He weighed it in his hand and sighed. Even the sword forges were being forced to cut corners. This war was truly being fought with desperation.

Earlier, Liu Cha had greeted him with a saber strike to the face, which was not in keeping with the chivalrous code.

A-Liang returned the favor with a sword strike.

After the exchange of a single sword strike.

A-Liang retreated, crashing into the clouds, churning the cloud sea above the Great Wall of Swords into a storm of絮.

A-Liang took a step back, stomping heavily in mid-air, stopping his momentum.

Liu Cha crashed through the earth, burying himself deep underground, disappearing from sight, a series of dull thunderous sounds echoing from below.

The two then delivered a second strike at an even greater speed. A-Liang tilted downward from the sea of clouds, while Liu Cha reappeared above ground.

Each attack was a straight line, a single thrust.

This time, both sides retreated even further.

A-Liang was sent hurtling back to the highest point of the Great Wall of Swords, to the sea of clouds, where he flicked his sword, casually dispersing the remaining sword intent from Liu Cha on the blade. He laughed at the old Daoist priest sitting in the sky: “Old friend, it’s been twenty years! Have those snot-nosed little girls of our Great Wall of Swords all grown into beautiful young women? Do they know they have an Uncle A-Liang who’s been away?”

The old Daoist priest, holding a horsehair whisk, switched arms, supporting the badly damaged duster. With a smile, he cursed in the Qingming world dialect.

After this “courteous” exchange, A-Liang vanished in a flash.

The entire sea of clouds was affected by the sword intent, shaking violently. The Daoist sage sitting cross-legged felt helpless and reached out a hand to gently press down on the sea of clouds, stopping the tremors.

A-Liang raised his arm high, like a child who had never learned swordsmanship, simply swinging his sword in a downward chop.

This blow sent Liu Cha, along with his sword, disappearing once more into the depths of the earth.

This time, A-Liang didn’t retreat a single step, but the sword in his hand shattered and vanished.

Even in a battlefield with only two combatants.

No one wanted to get close.

Unless the gray-robed elder standing outside the Jiazi camp, watching the battle, gave the order for several monstrous kings to surround and kill the man.

However, the gray-robed elder simply watched with cold eyes.

Some of the monstrous kings who had been ready to act abandoned their intentions to strike first.

After all, Liu Cha had not yet used his full power.

A-Liang, now without a sword in his hand, formed hand seals with both hands. Two torrents of sword energy surged wildly toward Liu Cha’s retreat, each containing the true meaning of swordsmanship from the Great Sword River and the desolate world. Thick and unmatched, the two sword energies, like two dragons navigating the river, crashed into the ground below.

The earth within a hundred miles collapsed with a deafening roar.

A-Liang, who had been only a few feet above the ground, was now suspended high in the air.

The upper five realm demons all looked down.

Liu Cha stood on the “earth” a hundred feet below the battlefield, one hand behind his back, the other forming a hand seal. The burly man was not holding a sword, but a snow-white jade disk, as thin and translucent as a rising moon, appeared before him, radiating a dazzling light, blocking the heavenly rivers of sword energy.

The two waterfalls of sword energy poured down, crashing onto the white jade moon.

Beneath the earth, the roots of the mountains and soil continued to crumble and shatter.

The sword energy scattered. Many low-realm demon land immortals who used the divine power to view the mountains and rivers for a moment felt a stinging pain in their eyes, as if mortals were staring directly at the sun. They had to withdraw their divine power, no longer daring to gaze at the “small world” that the two sides had created.

Liu Cha’s coarse linen clothes fluttered, rustling in the wind. The burly man looked up and said, “You went to the outer heavens and killed some extraterrestrial demons, but that’s all? Or is Dao Lao-er’s Daoism not high enough, a false reputation?”

A-Liang laughed, “As a friend, I’ll tell you the truth: if you really think so, you will die.”

Liu Cha shook his head and actually put away his sword, letting the two torrents of sword energy crash into him.

The burly man no longer accumulated power but deliberately restrained his sword energy.

Steadfast as a rock, a pillar in the current, no matter how powerful the sword energy was, Liu Cha’s own sword Dao was a towering mountain. The two vast rivers of sword energy collided with Liu Cha’s body and then flowed around him, stirring up waves of sword energy dozens of feet high.

Although he had heard or witnessed many sword energies, unparalleled in several worlds, and had even been able to solidify his own pure sword intent after training at the Great Wall of Swords.

But Liu Cha was now solidifying his sword Dao into a true form.

A-Liang smiled.

Then, between him and the burly man, a long river of time, the most ethereal and illusory in the world, appeared, radiating a brilliant, glazed light.

The entire river twisted like a giant flying sword, wrapping Liu Cha within it, as if he were being placed in someone else’s scabbard, and then that person was sheathing the sword.
The River of Time, originally in perfect harmony with the Grand Dao of Heaven and Earth, was somehow pulled out by A Liang and began to be rejected by the Grand Dao of the desolate lands. This caused countless signs of suppression by the true meanings of the Grand Dao to appear around the River of Time. At the point where the two met, fragments of the iridescent, glazed River of Time shattered like ice. However, although the entire River of Time was being squeezed, it became increasingly solid and dense, as if a long sword forged from a golden, ascending realm glazed body had suddenly appeared between Heaven and Earth.

The grey-robed old man sighed in admiration, “What impressive skill.”

In a certain military tent, a scholar who only taught his disciples the ways of sages and turned a deaf ear to the outside world, also looked up and carefully examined the distant battlefield.

A Liang looked up.

Liu Cha, whose true body was temporarily detained and whose swordplay was gradually being eroded, would certainly not simply resign himself to death.

A towering Dharma Idol, only half of its body visible above the earth, descended with a sword held in both hands, the tip pointing directly at A Liang, arriving in an instant.

At the site of the previous military tent, another Liu Cha appeared, two fingers joined together, condensing a long sword with sword intent.

A Liang had once jokingly said that he could not defeat many masters like Liu Cha.

However, Liu Cha, divided into three – a swordplay true body, a Yang Spirit avatar, and a Yin Spirit on a distant journey – was not equivalent to three peak Liu Chas.

A Liang never fought battles he could only be beaten in.

Even if among his opponents were Dong Sangeng from the Sword Qi Great Wall, and the current Liu Cha from the desolate lands, as well as the shameless Zhen Wudi from the Azure Billow World.

In the next instant.

An exaggerated Dharma Idol, almost touching the heavens and supporting the earth, appeared behind Liu Cha’s Dharma Idol, pressing down on the latter’s head and smashing it into the earth.

Before leaving the Sword Qi Great Wall, A Liang had always wanted to tell Liu Cha that whether he had a handy sword was somewhat important, but as long as the opponent did not have a celestial sword, it was not very important.

Since they were friends and did not meet on the battlefield in their early years, A Liang was too embarrassed to say this.

Words that were too straightforward could easily cost one friends.

At the same time, the “A Liang” who was holding down Liu Cha’s Dharma Idol’s head, held a sword in his other hand and slashed down. Along that line, there were exactly eight military tents.

The three great demon kings – Bai Ying, the old man carrying a long staff, and the golden-armored god – all took action to block that sword.

A Liang said with a playful smile, “Slipped away, slipped away.”

The River of Time that A Liang had condensed into a long sword collapsed.

At the location of Liu Cha’s avatar, a sword light inexplicably crashed into the wall of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Even the golden river was pierced by the sword.

When the sword light dissipated, a man was lying on the city wall, slowly sliding down.

The grey-robed old man came to Liu Cha’s true body and glanced at the bearded man with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and smiled, “So next time you draw your sword, don’t be so hesitant.”

Liu Cha nodded.

The Yin Spirit Dharma Idol that had traveled far away and the Yang Spirit avatar that had returned the sword to A Liang, both returned to one.

And that man who had been “sent” to the city wall by the sword, had initially been right above the character for “fierce,” and slid all the way down to the earth. During this time, he did not forget to secretly spit into his palm, turning his head left and right, carefully smoothing his hair and sideburns. When fighting, one must have a pursuit – and what was that? Naturally, it was style.

He remembered that over on the Inverted Mountain, there seemed to be a little girl selling wine in the Yellow Millet Paradise. How had she put it back then? It seemed that after seeing his face, it was as if a little deer had suddenly leaped into her heart, running wildly on her heart’s path.

These heartfelt words could be accepted, but as for the girls’ admiration, forget it.

The man suddenly stopped on one of the horizontal strokes of the large character, stepped forward, and greeted an old sword cultivator with a strange expression, smiling, “Isn’t this our Old Brother Yin? What are you staring at? Stare a little more, maybe you’ll increase your realm a bit?”

Slapping the shoulder of the Nascent Soul old sword cultivator Yin Chen heavily, the man complained, “Old Brother Yin, it’s not that I’m saying this, but have you been only looking at little girls these years while I was away? Otherwise, how come you haven’t reached the fifth realm yet?”

With a tilt of his shoulder, a burst of pain, the other party’s attack was not polite at all. Yin Chen, who was known for being difficult to deal with in the Sword Qi Great Wall, still kept a straight face and refused to speak.

A Liang clapped his hands heavily on the old sword cultivator’s cheeks, widened his eyes, and shook him vigorously, asking urgently, “Old Brother Yin, Old Brother Yin, can’t you recognize me anymore? Are you stupid…”

Yin Chen said helplessly, “I recognize you, it’s just that I’m too excited for a moment and can’t speak.”

A Liang let go, restrained his smile, and said, “It’s good that there are still a few familiar faces left. It’s my fault, my fault for coming late. It’s always like this, walking by, passing by, missing.”

Yin Chen knew something was wrong, and sure enough, the next moment, A Liang had him in a headlock, being pinned under the armpit by this bastard, unable to break free, and still being showered with those spit stars, “Old Brother Yin, it hurts my heart to see that you’re still a bachelor.”

A Liang suddenly released the old sword cultivator, stepped out beyond the city wall, floated towards the city head, and finally came to the old Sword Immortal’s side.

On the city head, Wei Jin cupped his fist and smiled, “Senior A Liang.”

A Liang patted Wei Jin’s shoulder and said sadly, “What’s the point of seeing you? You’re still a bachelor.”

A Liang sat cross-legged, facing south, his expression rare and solemn.

Even with his disruption, it was only a moment of peace. The battle would continue to be fought, and people would continue to die.

On the battlefield, the killing continued.

Chen Qingdu stood beside A Liang and asked with a smile, “Could it be that there aren’t a few good-looking Yellow Crown Daoist nuns in that White Jade Capital in the Azure Billow World? That’s why you can’t be kept there?”

A Liang pointed to the sea of clouds above his head, then propped his chin with one hand, looking out at the battlefield. He held his chest with one hand, silently adjusting his breath, but his words were not honest, “There are, how could there not be? But I only showed my face below the White Jade Capital, and just the two junior sisters of that old friend in the White Jade Capital looked at me like they wanted to eat me, not to mention the other immortals. Walking the world, this is the most annoying thing.”

Chen Qingdu chuckled.

A Liang asked, “How is that kid’s injury? I only glanced at it from afar at the time, it was quite strange, I couldn’t see it clearly.”

Chen Qingdu said casually, “Anyway, Ning丫头 (丫头 means girl) carried him back, he won’t die. Getting half-dead is something we’re used to.”
A-Liang said, “He’s just a youngster after all, and a foreigner at that. Old Sword Immortal, as a senior, is naturally inclined to protect him. This kid, apart from liking that Ning girl, doesn’t really owe the Great Wall of Swords anything. Relying on seniority to bully the young is not a good habit.”

Chen Qingdu chuckled, “Are you teaching me how to be a person, or teaching me swordsmanship?”

A-Liang stood up and whispered, “I’m the last person who should be a teacher, but if Old Sword Immortal insists on learning, I’ll reluctantly give it a shot.”

Wei Jin was deeply impressed.

Whether it was his earlier sword strike or these words now, worthy of being Senior A-Liang.

The old man glanced askance at A-Liang.

The city wall shook as A-Liang vanished from his spot, having made a swift escape.

But was the direction of Senior A-Liang’s escape… wrong?

Even Wei Jin was dumbfounded, unable to resist asking, “Old Sword Immortal, what is this?”

Chen Qingdu glanced at Wei Jin, “Can’t you tell? A fight.”

Wei Jin was speechless.

Chen Qingdu cast another glance at the hanging rainbow that originated from the city wall. A-Liang’s momentum was too swift. He asked with a smile, “When he traveled to Treasure Bottle Continent, didn’t he tell you that he loves being ganged up on by a group of Ascension Realm cultivators?”

Wei Jin was silent for a moment, his expression strange. “Back then, A-Liang told this junior that on that Great Wall of Swords, swarming with sword immortals, he was considered a capable fighter, definitely in the top fifty. He told me not to think he was boasting, very… assertive about it.”

So, Wei Jin initially thought he’d met a swindler. However, thanks to Senior A-Liang’s insights and understanding of swordsmanship at the time, which seemed like nonsense but actually benefited Wei Jin greatly, he managed to hold back from testing him with his sword. After that, there was the so-called little gamble by Senior A-Liang. Wei Jin lost the sword-nurturing gourd, and then began his closed-door cultivation, successfully entering the Upper Five Realms. After emerging from seclusion, Wei Jin naturally yearned for the Great Wall of Swords, wanting to see with his own eyes what the place with supposedly fifty Senior A-Liangs was really like.

Chen Qingdu suddenly said, “Besides always claiming to be a swordsman, A-Liang is also a scholar.”

That man’s figure receded into the distance, directly crossing the golden river. After he crashed heavily to the ground, the surrounding demon horde scattered like a tide after a brief moment of stunned silence, fleeing for their lives, some running, some flying on the wind, some on swords.

That damned guy is here again!

The man raised his head high, ran his hands through his hair, and asked himself, “Can I get any more handsome? Not boasting, I really can’t!”

As he spoke, a terrestrial tornado appeared with him at its center, growing larger and larger, eventually blotting out the sky. It was a formation formed by countless flying swords condensed from sword intent.

The sword formation was completely unaffected by the suppressing power of the Great Dao in the Wild Desolate World.

After leaving the Great Wall of Swords, ascending to the Extraterrestrial Heavens, slaying countless extraterrestrial demons with his fists, and still having to fight Dao the Second with his life, his swordsmanship, which had already reached its peak, had risen even higher, capable of reaching the heavens.