# Chapter 1160: The Third Flying Sword
Unlike the "martial performance" between Chen Ping'an and Jiang She, Wu Shuangjiang's bout with Jiang She was a clash of dharma forms against dharma forms, more in line with summit-level cultivators' spell combat.
Wu Shuangjiang's dharma form was clad in multicolored armor, with a green jade crown on its head, a saber suspended at its side and a sword tucked at its belt, resembling a blue-green mural painting inside a Daoist temple shrine.
Within that green jade crown was refined a celestial summoning platform. At the center of the high platform stood a large banner, with tens of thousands of divine generals and talisman warrior spirits clustered like ants. Upon closer inspection, even those "nameless underlings" standing at the outermost edge of the great formation had faces that were traced and copied from portraits of famous generals throughout various dynasties. One gilded arm bracer of the majestic dharma form was engraved with countless sacrificial inscriptions. Vaguely visible were billowing smoke and rising baleful qi, from which came bursts of drumbeats, horse hooves, and the sound of arrows piercing the air... The other arm bracer was carved with ancient battlefields, mountain and river maps, and march routes.
Jiang She's dharma form wore golden armor, with a huge bright red full moon precious image appearing behind it. Its arms were entwined with a black and a white rainbow light imbued with the true meaning of the Great Way.
Each displayed their divine abilities.
Within the span of less than one incense stick's burn, Wu Shuangjiang had already unleashed nearly a hundred attack magic treasures to smash toward Jiang She's dharma form. They drew brilliant arcs through the air, radiating various colors that illuminated heaven and earth.
In addition, Wu Shuangjiang displayed over a dozen great talismans. One such azure-purple talisman, suspended above the battlefield, resembled a military arsenal storing countless weapons. Weapons continuously rained down as fast as flying swords, smashing toward Jiang She. Another "skull pyramid" talisman gushed out endless vengeful spirits and resentful souls, each forming battle arrays, their armor divided into five colors.
Whenever a magic treasure struck Jiang She's dharma form, a thunderclap would sound, golden light would blaze forth, and a rain of fire would burst out.
Jiang She, wielding Banner Breaker, pointed the spear tip straight at Wu Shuangjiang's multicolored armor dharma form. In an instant, it pierced a pitch-black hole, the inside being empty and void of anything, like a swirling vortex of the Great Way.
Jiang Shangzhen found it breathtaking and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Now I've seen what a truly wealthy man looks like. I'm envious, truly envious."
There was no helping it—the waters of Tongye Continent were shallow, and when cultivators there exchanged Dao techniques, they weren't willing to go all out with lethal force.
Moreover, cultivators from Beiju Continent were relatively poor. Indeed, how could a place teeming with sword cultivators—one that most enjoyed demolishing other sects' ancestral halls—possibly be wealthy?
Cui Dongshan said, "If we ever had the chance to witness Yu Xuan or Liu Jubao in action, that wouldn't be bad either."
Not many cultivators, when going out, would carry a large stack of Sword Sealing Talismans with them like Yu Xuan did every time he descended the mountain.
As for Liu Jubao, he had been hiding his capabilities for too many years. Now that he had successfully merged with the Dao, he would certainly have to show off a few tricks. Just didn't know which beast in the Desolate Wilderness would have the fortune to receive such treatment—being "smashed to death by money."
Jiang Shangzhen said, "If we can leave this place alive, Jiang someone swears from now on, I will treat earning money with utmost seriousness!"
For some unknown reason, perhaps because his Dao heart had been infected by this manifested, substantive conflict between competing martial paths, Jiang Shangzhen seemed to hear faint, intermittent, thread-like sobbing sounds at his ears, behind him, above his head, and even beneath his feet, as well as within his heart lake—sounds like weeping and complaining, infinitely mournful.
It was as if all the women throughout history, across the world, who had lost their husbands or lovers to war, had at this moment condensed into the image of a grief-stricken woman waiting bitterly in her hometown. The faint, resentful sounds in her heart filled every road of the human world.
Even someone as bold as Jiang Shangzhen felt his scalp tingle and got goosebumps. It was truly creepy.
Those mournful, melancholy women's sobbing sounds were like a wordless declaration of war.
Using the weakest strength, they were going to wage war against the most murderous martial path.
Jiang Shangzhen sensed the subtlety within. Palace Master Wu was indeed ruthless and merciless; it was clearly a tactic of "killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of one's own."
Probably affected by that Dao intent on his Dao heart, Cui Dongshan also showed a somewhat sorrowful expression and said, "It had to be Wu Shuangjiang to do this."
Wu Shuangjiang, as a famous martial general qualified to be enshrined in the Martial Temple, had merged with the Dao of "all lovers under heaven are united."
The women's resentful weeping was like a drop of ink falling into a bowl of water, spreading out lightly and faintly.
It actually caused rust spots to appear on Jiang She's dharma form's immaculate golden armor, which flaked off and scattered.
Although it couldn't be considered as harming the foundation of Jiang She's martial path, it finally showed signs that Jiang She was losing some Dao power, even though he had no flaws before.
Jiang She's expression remained as usual. Around Wu Shuangjiang's massive dharma form floated tens of thousands of snow-white "fluff strands."
One strand at a time slowly drifted past the multicolored armor dharma form, lightly brushing against the fluttering embroidered sashes that moved without wind. They carried away some fragments that looked like gold leaf. What was being worn down each time was precisely Wu Shuangjiang's Dao power.
Jiang Shangzhen cursed inwardly. Ancestor Jiang was being unsportsmanlike—he was even using sword immortal techniques!
But he had to admit that with just this one divine ability, how many golden-bodied deities in the human world could withstand such "Great Way exploitation"?
Wu Shuangjiang ignored those "gold scraping" flying swords as fine as needles. He simply raised his arm and gently shook his wrist. A clump of "waterweed" composed of countless written characters floated in the center of his palm, rippling along. This was a ethereal "literary fortune and martial achievement" formed by the convergence of countless frontier fortress poems.
The siege at Fuyang Continent that killed Bai Ye had given Wu Shuangjiang some inspiration.
Jiang She looked at him with pity and said, "In the end, it's just an empty shell."
Wu Shuangjiang laughed and said, "That's why we must usurp the throne, fill our bellies, fill the vacancy in the Great Way, and become the legitimate sovereign..."
Too lazy to listen to Wu Shuangjiang finish his nonsense, Jiang She suddenly charged forward. Breaking through like a splitting bamboo, he tore through several secret techniques and forbidden spells of Suichu Palace and the formation Wu Shuangjiang used to isolate heaven and earth. In an instant, he had charged to Wu Shuangjiang's front. "Wu Shuangjiang" was shattered with one punch—it turned out to be a substitute talisman. Seeing this, Jiang She was not at all surprised, as if he had long expected it. He sidestepped, but instead threw the Banner Breaker long spear into the distance with overwhelming momentum. At the same time, Jiang She formed a hand seal. The long spear pierced through an invisible wall of a formation's forbidden barrier, the tip splashing a riot of colors like shattering glass, the tail of the spear trembling incessantly with a buzzing sound. Another "Wu Shuangjiang" seemed to dissolve like the collapse of the Great Way.
In a flash, Jiang She vanished from his original spot. He didn't even use any divine ability like shrinking the earth; it was just his speed being sufficiently fast. With a physique that could be called the toughest in the human world, his form split the flowing time like a thread, forcing the entire heaven and earth to shake, causing all sorts of unreasonable squeezing and tilting of the Great Way. The blue sky was like paper, wrinkled up.
He pulled off yet another Wu Shuangjiang's head from its neck. Jiang She shook his hand, dispersing a patch of cyan mist—still that guy's substitute talisman.
The true body of Wu Shuangjiang's dharma form also appeared in the distance, employing a Buddhist bathing divine ability. A dense golden light, like a flood bursting a dam, poured down magnificently from that green jade crown, washing over the golden dharma form, cleansing away the traces of Jiang She's hand seal technique.
Jiang She, having recovered the peak of the Eleventh Realm martial path, was truly unreasonable.
Jiang She reached out and grabbed, retrieving his long spear. He sneered, "If this were a real duel on the battlefield, within one incense stick's burn at most, Wu Shuangjiang would be killed in battle."
Wu Shuangjiang was unbothered and smiled, "Senior, would you like to know the origins of that flying sword?"
Even Cui Dongshan wanted to know, and Jiang Shangzhen was even more curious.
Jiang She furrowed his brow slightly, wiped off a patch of "rust" from his arm, and said, "You're really not afraid of causing more complications, are you?"
Just because Zheng Juzhong is cleaning up the aftermath, you few can be so emboldened?
Wu Shuangjiang said, "If worst comes to worst, let Senior move that Mars star to this battlefield and let it truly shatter heaven and earth."
Jiang She clicked his tongue and said, "Quite the boast. Very much like us martial practitioners."
Wu Shuangjiang laughed heartily and said, "Indeed."
Chen Ping'an said, "If the gods are going to fight, that's fine, but don't drag me, a pure martial practitioner, into it."
In fact, Chen Ping'an wanted to know the origin of this third life-bound flying sword more than anyone.
To suppress his divine nature and prevent it from usurping control, Chen Ping'an had cut and scraped off too much of "himself."
"I can first answer on behalf of Chen Qingdu regarding the matter of his breach of contract."
Wu Shuangjiang extended a finger and twirled it, causing a series of paintings to appear in the air, like watching flowers on a horse. The first was a colorful painting of a young boy carrying a sword on a distant journey.
As a youth, daring to forge ahead without hesitation, crossing continents on a distant journey, to deliver a "Demon Vanquisher" sword housed in a locust wood sword case to the girl in his heart. He had to pass through Daoxuan Mountain and reach the Sword Qi Great Wall.
During the journey, this sword case, the "Locust Residence," had two brief "tenants" due to a twist of fate. One was a golden incense-fire little man from Lizhu Cave Heaven. The other was the white-bone charming ghost from the Yanzhi Prefecture of the Colored Garment Kingdom—now Shi Rou, the acting steward of the Qilong Alley Suisui Shop.
The straw-sandal boy named the two swords in the case "Demon Vanquisher" and "Demon Exterminator." The two tenants represented ten-thousand-year uninterrupted incense-fire of the divine path and a ghostly creature inheriting ancient Dao veins.
"Gods, ghosts, demons, and monsters—one person carries them all."
Wu Shuangjiang smiled. "What a coincidence."
Jiang Shangzhen whispered, "The human world."
Cui Dongshan said, "Building a bridge."
Ning Yao's gaze was gentle.
Having walked so far, practiced a million punches, passed through so many landscapes, perhaps the youth himself was a love letter.
On his first journey to the Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Ping'an, whose Longevity Bridge had been broken, met that Great Sword Immortal.
Atop the city wall, at the moment of parting with Ning Yao, Chen Qingdu told Chen Ping'an to go to Tongye Continent to find a Guan Dao Temple, and there find an opportunity to rebuild his Longevity Bridge. He also said that the locust wood used to make the sword case had an origin, and he would borrow it for ten years. As compensation, he would lend Chen Ping'an his personal sword, Long Qi, for ten years, in exchange for the locust wood sword case.
A sword named "Long Qi," with both blade and scabbard, weighed seven catties, but the contained Sword Qi weighed a full eighty catties. As long as one carried it on a distant journey, one could refine their soul day and night without rest.
Without the sword case and unable to wear the sword at his waist, the youth had no choice but to stand holding the sword in his hands.
Chen Qingdu casually joked that he finally looked a bit like a sword cultivator.
At that time, the straw-sandal youth felt that everything in the world was strange and bizarre, all sorts of unfathomable and mysterious things. So he remembered Chen Qingdu's comment about the locust wood "having an origin," but didn't pay it much mind. As for the old man's teasing remark about "looking like a sword cultivator," Chen Ping'an didn't dare to take it seriously.
Seeing this, Jiang Shangzhen transmitted his thoughts, "Did the Great Sword Immortal have a purpose? Could it be that the Mountain Lord already had his life-bound flying sword at this point?"
Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and transmitted, "If you think Master Chen Qingdu gave him a flying sword the moment he arrived at the Sword Qi Great Wall, then you're underestimating them too much."
The locust wood sword given to Chen Ping'an by Teacher Qi, along with the sword cast by Ruan Qiong for Miss Ning, were named "Demon Vanquisher" and "Demon Exterminator." This had the same delightful effect as the names of the two flying swords, "Birds in a Cage" and "Moon in a Well." Perhaps it was that a poor man who couldn't afford to be grand would yearn for whatever he lacked, and the grander the better. This locust wood sword, being a gift from Teacher Qi, back then Chen Ping'an was single-minded and stubborn, saying it could not be given away, so it was also considered to have been "borrowed" by Ning Yao. (Note 1)
Ning Yao suddenly spoke, "At that time, when I asked for your locust wood sword, it was the Great Sword Immortal who prompted me through heart transmission. I later asked him several times why, and the Great Sword Immortal only said it wouldn't harm you. He also made me promise not to tell you about this until you had achieved Dao ascension and become a true great sword immortal."
Ning Yao hesitated for a moment, then said, "At that time on the city wall, I even winked at you."
Chen Ping'an said aggrievedly, "But I was chatting with the Great Sword Immortal! Of course I was nervous. I had to hold my breath and concentrate. How could I dare to get distracted and notice your wink? What if the Great Sword Immortal misunderstood that I was exchanging glances with you, thought I was a lecher and not a proper person? Wouldn't that be terrible? I'm not stupid. I knew that as long as the Great Sword Immortal thought I was decent and didn't dislike me, then our matter was settled."
Jiang Shangzhen and Cui Dongshan exchanged a glance. Even though one was a libertine who had passed through hundreds of flowers, and the other had never known matters between men and women, they both felt that the image was beautiful.
When Chen Ping'an traveled to the Sword Qi Great Wall for the second time, Liu Xianyang arrived a bit later. It was a reunion after a long separation. Ning Yao leaked a heavenly secret, saying that the Great Sword Immortal needed to wait a bit longer, look a bit more, to see if Chen Ping'an was worthy of having the wooden case returned to him. At the time, Chen Ping'an was baffled. Logically speaking, a wooden case, no matter its origin, what was there for the Great Sword Immortal to deem worthy or not? So after hearing Ning Yao's words, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but think about this matter repeatedly, wondering what was hidden inside and what crucial point he had overlooked. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure it out. In the prison presided over by the Old Deaf Cripple, and in the Summer Resort Office where he served as the Hidden Officer, he directly asked the Great Sword Immortal twice. The Great Sword Immortal's skill at dodging was truly something else—he casually changed the subject and sent the new Hidden Officer away. (Note 2)
He remembered that Baojia Continent's West March Mountain Lord Tong Wenchang had once asked Chen Ping'an what kind of person the Great Sword Immortal was.
Chen Ping'an had smiled and answered at the time, roughly saying that the Great Sword Immortal was kind-eyed, amiable, approachable, and easy to talk to... Tong Wenchang wasn't stupid, so of course he didn't believe it.
Wu Shuangjiang said, "Probably because the Great Sword Immortal was too formidable and had lived for far too long, it was easy for the native sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall to overlook an otherwise inconsequential fact."
"They all forgot that Chen Qingdu is a ghostly being."
Chen Ping'an had succeeded in refining items at the Ning Manor, finally collecting the five elements life-bound objects. The one who had been paying close attention to this seclusion, Zuo You, asked Chen Qingdu one thing: could Chen Ping'an refine a life-bound flying sword? Chen Qingdu's answer was very interesting; he asked back, can life-bound flying swords be casually given away? Zuo You refused to let it go, insisting that Chen Qingdu give a definite answer. Chen Qingdu had to say a few more words, using an explanation of "gain one, return one." Chen Ping'an himself was the sword case and the scabbard; whether he could successfully forge the sword depended on fortune. (Note 3)
Wu Shuangjiang couldn't help but laugh and commented, "Zuo You is indeed an upright and honorable gentleman; he simply cannot understand the mind of an old sword cultivator like Chen Qingdu who has lived for ten thousand years."
Jiang Shangzhen transmitted his thoughts, "Palace Master Wu's words are a bit unkind. Doesn't that say that Left Sword Immortal is too inexperienced, and also that the Great Sword Immortal isn't upright enough?"
Cui Dongshan said peevishly, "Those words are fair and just. That dullard Zuo You doesn't have those twisted intestines. If Chen Qingdu didn't have some depth, could he have become the leader of the exiled sword cultivators? Could he have helped the Sword Qi Great Wall stand unyielding and disgust the Desolate Wilderness for ten thousand years?"
Jiang Shangzhen asked curiously, "How does Wu Shuangjiang know all this?"
Cui Dongshan said, "When it comes to doing the same thing, you people only accomplish one or two things. Someone like Wu Shuangjiang advances on all fronts and attends to everything. So even with the same length of cultivation time, there can be a vast difference in 'Dao age.'"
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said, "At that time, the Great Sword Immortal said to Zuo You, 'Heaven's favored, born in response to destiny.' It might seem like a general Daoist saying, but in fact, not a single word missed."
"Chen Qingdu is the Heavenly Lord of the Sword Qi Great Wall. Whoever receives Chen Qingdu's favor is precisely Heaven's favored? The Sacrificial Officer Yan Guo has vanished without a trace, the Punishment Officer Hao Su is completely inactive, the former Hidden Officer Xiao Xun has defected, and who is the new Hidden Officer?"
"The Desolate Wilderness Demon Race were determined to launch a massive attack on the Sword Qi Great Wall, which was the calamitous fate accumulated by the Sword Qi Great Wall over ten thousand years. You, taking Ning Yao's place to fight a one-on-one duel with Li Zhen, was shouldering the karmic causality for Ning Yao. Secluding yourself at Ning Manor and succeeding, eventually giving birth to two life-bound flying swords, which Chen Ping'an named 'Birds in a Cage' and 'Moon in a Well.' Then, seemingly by luck, becoming the last Hidden Officer, responsible for guarding the Summer Resort Office—in short, Chen Ping'an was the person born in response to destiny who took Ning Yao's place."
Before the Three Patriarchs scattered their Dao, they all gathered at Lizhu Cave Heaven. The Dao Ancestor rode an ox to visit the small town and once walked a stretch of road with Chen Ping'an. Passing the site of the old locust tree, he let Chen Ping'an guess one thing: had the Great Sword Immortal already returned the locust wood sword case? Chen Ping'an said he couldn't guess. The Dao Ancestor laughed and said he would have a chance to know later. (Note 4)
Wu Shuangjiang temporarily changed the subject and asked Chen Ping'an, "Last time, when Azure Cavern Cave Master came to Fallen Mountain, he might not have been without the intention of revealing the answer to you."
"Why did Azure Cavern Cave Master change his mind at the last minute? Did something anger this senior?"
"Did Azure Cavern Cave Master not meet Revered Immortal Xianwei and Little Rice?"
Chen Ping'an had an odd expression and didn't explain anything.
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said, "No matter. Knowing this sooner or later doesn't affect the overall situation. What must be will be."
Besides "Birds in a Cage" and "Moon in a Well," the unnamed third cyan flying sword slowly revolved around Chen Ping'an.
Last time, on a whim, he took Xiao Mo on a trip to the Five Colors World. Of course, the main purpose was to see Ning Yao, and also to check the current situation of Ascension City.
One of the anomalous phenomena was that Chen Ping'an keenly sensed that the entire Ascension City, like a cultivator, had already nurtured a nascent soul with intelligence. Like Ning Yao's immortal sword "Innocence." (Note 5)
At that time, Chen Ping'an mistakenly thought that the sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall had received the protection of the Great Sword Immortal and the remnant Sword Qi's fate, so he didn't rush into the city, worried about causing conflict.
When he met Ning Yao, he was shocked to find that even she was kept in the dark and didn't know about this.
Later, when he went to the Chen Manor on Taixiang Street to meet the old sword immortal Chen Xi, who had reincarnated in this life as Chen Ji, Chen Ping'an mistakenly thought the other party was already well aware, so he didn't bother mentioning it.
Chen Ping'an muttered to himself, "So that's how it is."
Because this yet-unnamed life-bound flying sword had finally seen its true master.
This flying sword had been waiting at Ascension City for the last Hidden Officer to appear and meet it.
It was like a naive child seeing family or elders, full of excitement, and of course, with some grievance, silently complaining, "Why did you take so long?"
Carrying the true names of the Demon Race, merging with the Dao of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
It had to be a sword cultivator, of course.
There had to be a tangled and far-reaching karmic connection with the Desolate Wilderness Demon Race.
The Sword Qi Great Wall had no graves, so there was no way to offer sacrifices. The nameless plaques on the wall of the tavern were like the smallest tombstones.
Actually, back then, A Liang had already sensed signs. He took the initiative to find the Great Sword Immortal, asking to take Chen Ping'an's place, using a flimsy reason that he was at a higher realm.
But the Great Sword Immortal said he couldn't do it; a forced melon wasn't sweet. To accomplish this task, it wasn't about sword cultivation realm, but about the direction of people's hearts.
A Liang said indignantly, "Aren't I popular on the Sword Qi Great Wall? No worse than that kid Chen Ping'an, am I?"
The Great Sword Immortal grunted in agreement. He didn't refute and nodded, "Pretty much. From inside or outside the table, from afar or up close, your reputation is very good."
A Liang felt a bit guilty.
"It's not that you can't do it, it's just that Chen Ping'an is more suitable."
The Great Sword Immortal said, "How much hardship a person can endure determines how much blessing they can enjoy. When Cui Chan, as a senior brother, didn't even feel sorry for his junior brother, why should I be sentimental?"
Wu Shuangjiang asked, "Have you remembered everything?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded.
Wu Shuangjiang had not only been to Ascension City in the Five Colors World but had also been a teacher there.
Of course, it was more than just fending off a few calamities for Ascension City or seeing the excitement of the new world.
"At that time, when Cui Chan went to the city wall to pick you up, he told you many truths and also passed on to you the divine ability he was best at."
You two masters and disciples had long discussed the follow-up steps. There was no need for too much precision; everything would fit naturally. Otherwise, it would be too forced and wouldn't feel natural.
Your realm was too low, your Dao base too shallow at the time. You could only rely on this to deceive heaven and cross the sea. The few dreams Cui Chan gave you were also a kind of camouflage technique.
On Tongye Continent, guided by the Long Qi sword, Chen Ping'an entered the Lotus Flower Blessed Land. There, he fought a fierce battle with the then-reigning "world's number one," the demon Ding Ying.
The handy weapon was precisely the Long Qi sword.
It was during that fight that Chen Ping'an had a spiritual connection and delivered the most satisfying sword strike of his life. It seemed that only at that moment did he truly gain the recognition of Long Qi.
Drawing the sword was like letting out a sound. It forced this heaven and earth to listen. (Note 6)
So many human affairs, veiled in mist and obstacles, worn out straw sandals in vain. Some opportunities, parting the clouds to see the sun, come without any effort.
Wonderful beyond words; speak and it's not hit. Profound and mysterious; exert effort and it's off.
This is probably what it means to climb the mountain and cultivate the Dao. At once ethereal and intangible, yet real everywhere.
The Haoran World's ability to rest and recover for ten thousand years owed a great debt to the Sword Qi Great Wall and its generations of sword cultivators. The Guan Dao Temple's Azure Cavern Cave Master, due to his merging with the Dao, had to acknowledge this favor.
So when Old Temple Master met Chen Ping'an at that time, he said those words: because you carried Chen Qingdu's Long Qi sword, I made an exception to let you enter the Lotus Flower Blessed Land with your complete body and physique.
When Chen Ping'an was thrown out of the blessed land by Old Temple Master, he was no longer carrying Long Qi. Chen Ping'an asked the reason, and Old Temple Master replied that he would naturally return the sword to Chen Qingdu himself.
Borrowing Long Qi meant bearing karmic causality, and the causality to be borne was precisely the great karmic causality between Ning Yao and the Demon Race, and between the Sword Qi Great Wall and the Desolate Wilderness World!
In this matter, Chen Qingdu had completely concealed nothing from Chen Ping'an. Before lending out his personal sword Long Qi, he had directly made it clear to the youth: you will bear karmic causality, and it is a great karmic causality.
At that time, Chen Ping'an was pretty happy. As if he could finally do something for the girl he loved.
The old man, standing alone on the city wall, whenever he thought of this matter, always found it interesting. Was this kid not a little fool?
Chen Qingdu's life-bound flying sword, "Duckweed," had long been shattered in the battle at Tuoyue Mountain ten thousand years ago.
Chen Ping'an looked at that cyan flying sword.
Hard-won, somewhat difficult.
I have the Long Qi sword; this city's Sword Qi is long.
Chen, Long Qi sword. Sword Qi long, city.
Ten thousand years later, the last Hidden Officer took the lead in the second sword strike at Tuoyue Mountain.
In the old days, the one who stood alone at the center of the city wall, the green-shirted sword guest Chen Ping'an, returned to the ruins of the Sword Qi Great Wall and carved the character "Ping."
The third life-bound flying sword, named "Qing Ping."
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Note 1: Chapter 280 "Just a Parting"
Note 2: Chapter 620 "All Are Scholars"
Note 3: Chapter 623 "Forging the Sword"
Note 4: Chapter 854 "A Bird in a Cage"
Note 5: Chapter 912 "Such a Sword Strike"
Note 6: Chapter 318 "Just a Sword Strike"