自由无拘无束的剑神

SwordDust第 1 部分

midst an endless expanse of towering mountains, two sword-shaped peaks, each a thousand meters tall, stood apart at a mere hundred-meter distance, looming beneath the vast sea of clouds.

These two sword-like peaks were steep and treacherous, appearing as if two giant divine swords were thrust between heaven and earth, with no place to climb.

At the summit of these sword-shaped mountains, less than a hundred meters away from the cloud sea in the sky, a faint mist lingered. The mist obscured the scene at the peak, making it hazy and unclear. However, through the blur, two figures could be seen standing silently atop the peaks, like stone statues, motionless. Only the fierce wind blew their clothes and hair, making them flutter in the wind.

One of the two appeared to be a young man in his early twenties. He was exceptionally handsome, with flawless features that were peerless in the world, enough to captivate the hearts of all young maidens. His calm and unremarkable eyes, however, held a unique allure, mesmerizing anyone who gazed into them, as if they could steal one's soul.

The young man had long black hair that reached his waist, untamed and left to dance freely in the howling wind. On his back, he carried a long sword, the blade wrapped in thick white cloth, leaving only the intricately crafted hilt exposed. Engraved on the hilt were the words "Light Breeze." Oddly enough, the sword had no visible straps securing it, as if it was magnetically attached to his back, defying gravity and logic.

This young man was Jian Chen, the number one expert in the martial world, known far and wide as the Sword God. He was a grandmaster of swordsmanship, and his unparalleled speed with the sword had long since reached the pinnacle of perfection. Despite his incredible achievements, he was only in his twenties.

Little was known about Jian Chen in the martial world. Apart from the fact that he was an orphan with no sect or affiliation, everything else about him remained a mystery. His origins were like an enigma, and no one knew where he had learned his exceptional martial arts and sword techniques.

On the other sword-shaped peak, a hundred meters away, stood an imposing figure clad in a black robe. The man was elderly, appearing to be in his fifties or sixties, with white hair and a youthful face. His piercing eyes shone with a sharp brilliance, like a sword's edge, making it hard for anyone to meet his gaze. In his hand, he held a broad, thick black sword, yet curiously, the sword was not sharpened.

This elderly man was the legendary figure Dugu Qiubai, who had vanished from the martial world for over a century. Dugu Qiubai was merely a title—no one knew his real name or identity. A hundred years ago, he had been an undefeated martial arts master. Though very few still lived to remember him, his brilliant legacy had been passed down through generations. Now, no one knew the full extent of his power, but it was said that his strength had surpassed even his prime.

Dugu Qiubai silently observed Jian Chen, standing a hundred meters away. His eyes were sharp, occasionally flashing with a cold glint, like the edge of a blade.

"Jian Chen, at such a young age, you've already attained strength that rivals mine, and your understanding of the sword surpasses even what I could dream of. However, you killed my only disciple, and this blood debt must be repaid. Today, no matter what, I will seek justice for my pupil," Dugu Qiubai said in a low voice, his tone calm yet filled with an overwhelming killing intent that sent chills down the spine.

Jian Chen remained serene, his eyes calmly fixed on Dugu Qiubai. His white robe billowed in the wind, and his long black hair was tossed wildly by the gusts, giving him a carefree and elegant appearance.

"You can't blame me for that. Your disciple provoked me first, and his death under my sword is simply because he lacked the skill," Jian Chen replied, his voice cool and indifferent.