Fengyunlu

The battle on the top of Thunder Mountain is not only a contest of strength but also a collision of wisdom and strategy. In this battle, each character showed his unique personality and style. And all of this will become an eternal legend in this world and be passed down by future generations.

Pah~ a flash of lightning flashed quietly in the void, but it was extinguished in an instant, as if it had never existed. With a light wave of the Thunder Power, the violent thunder power surrounding him was calmed down as if by an invisible hand. He did not rush forward to stop it, but just casually activated the Immortal Absolute Array. In an instant, the purple thunder roared in the sky, shuttling between the clouds like a giant dragon, and wantonly struck the demon king and his subordinates.

However, at this critical moment, Mo Wenjian turned his body, and the sword light cut through the sky like a streak of silk, intending to sweep away the raging thunder. But unexpectedly, this sword was blocked by a person at lightning speed. The man's voice was plain, without any emotional fluctuations, and there was no leakage of energy. Just a sentence of "You, can't leave yet" made the people of the poor family stop involuntarily.

Luo Hongchen's heart trembled. He was only concerned with sending a message to Lei Gong, but ignored his stubborn disciple. Seeing his disciple rushing to rescue him and seeing himself trapped in the sword formation, he naturally felt dissatisfied. The appearance of Jiang He gave him an opportunity to show himself. The martial saint Jiang He, a powerful man who was famous all over the world, was standing leisurely in the sky at this moment. He stretched out two fingers and gently clamped the tip of the Mo Wen Sword. The Changli Sword seemed to be bound by an invisible force between his fingers, unable to move forward an inch or retreat a bit.

At the same time, the figure of the Martial Saint Jiang He appeared in front of everyone, including the Demon King. He stood there calmly, as if he had merged with the world. Seeing this, the Demon King Cat Demon raised a playful smile. He knew that the road ahead was blocked by Jiang He, but he was not surprised. On the contrary, he was in the mood to watch the show from the side, so he simply put his hands behind his back and waited for the subsequent developments leisurely.

A Li, Zhuang Mo and other powerful men under the demon king also appeared one after another, with indifferent expressions on their faces, as if they didn't care about the situation in front of them. However, Xue Ya and others seemed a little confused. They didn't understand why Jiang He suddenly tried to stop him. After all, Luo Hongchen had obviously held back just now, and they had the opportunity to escape and leave, so why bother to get entangled here?

However, Jiang He didn't seem to take their doubts to heart. He had the title of Martial Saint, but he couldn't tell right from wrong. Before his master Luo Hongchen expressed his opinion, he jumped out to stop them. What was even more surprising was that he actually used his unique skill of transforming qi into form - three times into the mortal world. He flashed and transformed into thirteen clones, corresponding to each person in front of him.

After a flash of swish, the thirteen clones suddenly launched an attack. They either slapped, chopped, blocked, bullied, pointed upwards, or kicked directly, each using the exquisite moves from the mortal world's competitions to attack the opponent at close range. However, although Jiang He was divided into thirteen bodies, he was not facing an ordinary enemy. Before the thirteen figures could attack at close range at the same time, the Mo Wen Sword in front of his original body had already moved.

Mo Wen's sword moved, and the recoil force was instantly dissolved into nothingness. Then, a force of green blade suddenly jumped out from the edge of Changli Sword, sweeping across the clouds like a dragon in the blink of an eye. While weaving back and forth, this force of green blade easily smashed Jiang He's thirteen external incarnations. This scene moved everyone present, and they couldn't help but look at Jiang He's strength with new eyes.

However, the demon king cat demon just smiled faintly. He did not take Jiang He's attack seriously, but asked: "What about you? Are you here on behalf of your master Luo Hongchen? Or are you here on behalf of the will of the Imperial Garden?" His tone was full of disdain and contempt, and it was obvious that he did not take Jiang He seriously.

Facing the provocation and questioning of the demon king, Jiang He did not get angry. He knew that with his master Luo Hongchen in charge, it did not matter what others said to him. As long as they did not disrespect his master, he would not say anything. Therefore, he just smiled and said, "Haha, I have heard that the demon king is so great. Now that I have the honor to see his true appearance today, I will inevitably feel a little unwilling if I do not do anything."

The Demon King's smile became more and more disdainful. He turned around to look at A Li and the others, then shook his head and said nothing more. But Blood Crow and the others beside him couldn't help laughing out loud. "Hahaha... Mr. Jiang! Do you think you can fight with my Master Demon King just because you are a Martial Saint? That's just wishful thinking!" Blood Crow's laughter resounded unscrupulously between heaven and earth, as if it was full of disdain and ridicule for Jiang He.

In this complex world of Xuanmen, Jiang He's first confrontation with Master Xue Ya is not only a clash of personal grudges, but also a profound confrontation between two major forces and two philosophies. Jiang He, as a direct disciple of the Spring and Autumn Emperor Luo Hongchen, has reached the top of the Saint Rank and the Hun Yuan Realm. Such an achievement is enough to be admired in any sect. However, he chose to join the Emperor Garden. In the eyes of the poor people, this decision is tantamount to self-degradation and a betrayal of the righteous way of Xuanmen.

You know, the title of Martial Saint has always been a symbol of honor and strength in the Xuanmen. But if this title is connected with the Diyuan, it is like a shadow cast on it, which makes people suspicious. The Diyuan, a sect that was once glorious, has gradually lost the aura of the leader of the righteous path in recent years due to various reasons. The various conspiracies and intrigues in the Jiazi War, the severe criticism of the Diyuan by the killer Lu Xiao, and some unknown secrets within the Diyuan have all made the Hanmen feel extremely disgusted and wary of it.

True Man Xue Ya, as a leader among the poor, naturally has more complicated feelings towards the Imperial Garden. His wife, A Li, was imprisoned in the Imperial Garden in her early years. This experience not only made him hate the Imperial Garden, but also made him have deep hostility towards everyone in the Imperial Garden. Therefore, when he faced Jiang He, the Martial Saint of the Imperial Garden, he was naturally sarcastic, with his eyes full of disdain and provocation.

As for Jiang He, his original intention of joining the Imperial Garden was not to pursue power and status, nor for the classics in the Tongtian Pavilion. The reason why he chose the Imperial Garden was, on the one hand, because he finally found his mentor Luo Hongchen, who had taught him, and was encouraged by him to join; on the other hand, he saw the special status of the Imperial Garden in the Xuanmen, and believed that this would facilitate his future path of protecting the Dao. He cared about the people and was determined to protect the Dao for the Xuanmen and protect the rise and fall of the human race. In his opinion, as long as you have the right path in your heart, you can make contributions no matter where you are.

However, in the eyes of the Han people, Jiang He's choice was a big mistake. They believed that Diyuan had deviated from the original intention of the Xuanmen righteousness and became a sect with empty reputation and despicable behavior. Therefore, they were full of hostility and disdain towards Jiang He, the martial saint. But Jiang He did not waver in his belief. He knew that rules were dead, but people were alive. As long as he had the right path in mind, he could find his place in any environment.

The scene when Feng Wanlin stormed into the Imperial Garden is still fresh in people's memory. Jiang He helped Bai Ximeng at the critical moment, which not only showed his profound cultivation and superb martial arts, but also showed his deep friendship with his fellow disciples. Facing the strong suppression of the old master Yin Taixu, he was not afraid and stood up to fight. In the end, he successfully prevented Yin Taixu's conspiracy and won a chance for Feng Wanlin to escape.

This series of events made Jiang He's position in Xuanmen more stable, and also made people admire him spontaneously. However, in the eyes of the Hanmen people, he is still the traitor who betrayed the righteous path of Xuanmen. This contradiction and conflict in identity makes his future path full of unknowns and challenges. But Jiang He firmly believes that as long as he has the right path in mind and sticks to his beliefs and ideals, he will be able to find his own way.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, that turbulent past has quietly faded away, but the name of the Martial Saint Jiang He is as bright as a star, shining in every corner of the martial arts world. Since that storm, he rarely set foot in the prosperous Imperial Garden. Except for the occasional summons by Feng Wanlin by the old master, he had to return once, the rest of the time, he almost completely immersed himself in the vast world.

Jiang He chose to travel around the world because, on the one hand, he had an infinite yearning for the highest realm of martial arts, and he longed to exchange ideas with talented people in the world and explore the mysteries and truths of martial arts. Whenever he stepped into a new place, he would always attract the attention and admiration of countless masters, who would ask him for advice on martial arts, and he would always answer them patiently without holding back.

However, deep in Jiang He's heart, there is a secret unknown to others. He has been secretly investigating the conspiracy behind the barren mountain. It is the eternal pain in his heart and the obsession he cannot let go of. He knows that only by uncovering the truth can he clear the injustice for his teacher Luo Hongchen and calm his guilt and anxiety. For this reason, he did not hesitate to travel through mountains and rivers and went through untold hardships, just hoping to find a clue, no matter how small the clue is, he will never give up.

In addition to his pursuit of martial arts and his persistence in the truth, Jiang He also has a heart of compassion. He knows that the most fundamental truth of the Tao is to protect the human race, so he always bears this responsibility in mind and never forgets his mission of eliminating demons and saving the people. Whenever demons are causing chaos and people are suffering, he always stands up and destroys them with a thunderous force. His heroic deeds are widely circulated among the people, and he has become a hero and role model in the minds of countless people.

However, despite Jiang He's bravery and chivalry, he never takes credit for himself or pursues fame and fortune. He never defends himself or cares about those who misunderstand him. Because he knows that a truly strong person does not need to prove himself to anyone. In his heart, he only has a love for martial arts, a persistence in the truth, and a care for the people.

On this day, Jiang He once again returned to this place full of grievances and hatreds. His arrival attracted the attention and discussion of everyone. Some admired his chivalrous act, while others envied his extraordinary talent. However, Jiang He remained unmoved, his eyes remained firm and deep, as if he could see through all the hypocrisy and deception in the world.

At this moment, a discordant voice broke the silence of the scene. Bai Lang, a master of the Fairy Demon Hall, stood up. He looked at Jiang He with disdain and used words to challenge the dignity of the Martial Saint. However, Jiang He did not get angry. He just glanced at Bai Lang indifferently, and then a loud slap landed on Bai Lang's face. This slap not only vented Feng Wanlin's anger, but also demonstrated his majesty and inviolability as a Martial Saint.

However, Bai Lang did not give up. He tried to fight back, but was easily suppressed by Jiang He. Jiang He's palm was so powerful that he even locked the surrounding Qi. Bai Lang could not move and could only watch as a palm came and went straight to his head. At this moment, he felt unprecedented fear and despair.

However, at this critical moment, a figure suddenly blocked Bailang. It was Yanjun Zhuangmo who came to the rescue in time and resolved the crisis. Zhuangmo had long admired Jianghe, and he proposed to learn from Jianghe. However, Jianghe politely declined his kindness. Because he knew that today was not the time to fight and meet friends, and they each had different missions and responsibilities.

So, the two smiled at each other and withdrew their attacks. Although this sudden conflict was short and fierce, it allowed everyone present to see the extraordinary strength and noble character of Jiang He and Zhuang Mo. They used their actions to interpret what true chivalry and responsibility are, and also made people more awed and expectant of this world.

In this ancient and mysterious Thunder Mountain Range, the wind was rising and the clouds were surging. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to gather at this moment, witnessing an unprecedented contest. The magic weapon in his hand was like a living thing. As he moved his body, the power of martial arts surged like a river, pouring into it. The two complemented each other, as if they could ignore everything in the world, and any obstacles seemed insignificant.

The demon king, who had frightened countless creatures, now had an unprecedented solemn look in his eyes. He knew Jiang He's strength, and was even more aware of the power of the magic weapon. However, he still underestimated the tacit understanding and integration between Jiang He and the magic weapon. Although the previous means could restrict Jiang He's actions, they failed to anticipate the infinite possibilities contained in the magic weapon.

At the same time, Mo Wenjian, who was silent at the side, was like a clear stream, not attracting dust. The Changli Sword in his hand was simple and mysterious, with a faint cold light flowing on the sword body, as if it could see through all the falsehoods in the world. Facing the fierce attack of the golden dart, he only scratched the sword body with one finger, and the Changli Sword was like an awakened dragon, blooming with dazzling light, instantly cutting through the sky, releasing countless invisible sword intentions.