Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 61 When Will Youthful Recklessness End?

Everyone present was shocked. No one could see clearly where the wine jar came from. It actually smashed Jiang Yuan's ice sword. What kind of cultivation was this? Jiang Yuan's face darkened, and he looked around and said sternly: "Ping Qingjue!"

When everyone heard Ping Qingjue's name, they were shocked. Ping Qingjue, the 'Drunken Sword God', was very famous in the world of cultivation. More than 20 years ago, he challenged the strong men in the world of cultivation one after another. Lushan Feijian Zhenren and Kunlun Yeyi Zhenren had both been defeated by his sword. He did not cultivate qi, but only trained his muscles and bones. He was self-taught and could be said to be a natural genius. His sword was incredibly fast and powerful. No one could block his sword. Many people imitated him and trained their muscles and bones, but in the end they could only strengthen their bodies and could not reach that level at all.

"You take advantage of others' misfortune and act insidiously. I haven't seen you for many years. Your cultivation has improved a lot!" As he spoke, a green light fell in front of Xiao Yuzhen, as if it came from the sky.

Wuzhan saw the drunkard and exclaimed in his heart, "Senior Ping!" This man was the master of 'acupuncture with a drop of wine' that he met on the ferry.

Xiao Yuzhen's eyes were filled with tears as she stared at Ping Qingjue's graceful back. Her thin lips trembled, as if she had a thousand words to say but couldn't utter a single word. At this moment, she looked like a passionate girl, completely different from her usual rebellious self.

Jiang Yuan stroked his silver beard and laughed, "You have been silent for so many years, not caring about worldly affairs. You showed up today, are you trying to stop me?"

Ping Qingjue smiled and said, "You monks are all involved in government affairs, so why can't I come here to ask questions?"

"What do you want to ask?"

Ping Qingjue asked sternly, "Why didn't you inform me back then, and instead you went there on your own?"

Jiang Yuan smiled and said, "After all these years, you still don't understand. You were very popular back then, looking down on everyone. Who would want to work with someone like you? Haha, when you revealed your true feelings that day, we and her master heard it all."

Ping Qingjue frowned slightly, his eyes filled with melancholy. What happened that year was still vivid in his mind, and he remembered every word. After pondering for a while, he sneered and asked, "Did you succeed?"

"That man has completely transformed into a demon. He has no consciousness and is a murderous demon. Our weapons cannot attack him at all. The rest of us were killed by him. I was the only one who survived."

"Then how did he die?"

"He's not dead!"

"If he is not dead, why hasn't he appeared since you left?"

Jiang Yuan said worriedly, "This is also what I am puzzled about. For so many years, every time I dream, I feel that he is beside me, looking at me fiercely. He may jump out and kill me at any time. That's why I have been hiding my identity for so many years and dare not show up in the world!"

Ping Qingjue thought for a moment, without turning around, and said to Xiao Yuzhen behind him in a deep voice: "Take that boy away and leave that girl behind!"

Xiao Yuzhen looked at Ping Qingjue's back with deep affection. It was the first time she had seen Ping Qingjue in so many years. When she heard him speak, she said in a trembling voice, "You have to believe me, Leng Muxue is not dead. She was too ashamed to see you. She jumped off the cliff to make you give up."

Ping Qingjue said sadly: "It was my fault back then. I don't blame her, nor do I blame you. She is dead now. Don't be jealous of her anymore."

Xiao Yuzhen pointed at Qin Moyao and said bitterly, "She is Leng Muxue's bastard. Look at her eyes, they are exactly the same as Leng Muxue's. As long as we keep her, Leng Muxue will definitely show up in a few days."

Ping Qingjue looked back at Qin Moyao and was suddenly startled. He seemed to find something strange. After hesitating for a moment, he turned back and sighed, "Okay, I believe you, but don't hurt them. Go to that place and wait for me first!"

Xiao Yuzhen smiled knowingly, two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks, and she thought to herself, "You haven't forgotten that place yet?" She stood there, her heart burning with affection.

Jiang Yuan laughed and said, "Ping Qingjue, do you think that after all these years, no one in the world can defeat you and you are still invincible in the world?" As he spoke, his whole body was filled with energy, cold air suddenly rose, and the air crackled.

Ping Qingjue picked up a sword on the ground and laughed contemptuously: "No matter how strong your cultivation is, it is nothing in front of me. This is not just an opinion, this is a fact!"

Chang Buyu shouted, "No, we can't let them go!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a 'crack' sound, and a gust of sword wind swept past, like a bolt from the blue. A hundred-foot-long crack appeared on the ground in front of Chang Buyu. Chang Buyu was so scared that his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground in a cold sweat. This was not true qi, but the sharp force of the sword wind. No one had ever seen such a strong sword force, it was unimaginable.

Ping Qingjue looked at the sword in his hand and said to himself: "I haven't used a sword for a long time. Hmm! I can still use this sword!" Everyone understood that the sword he just used was a warning. If anyone dared to stop him, he would kill him with the sword within a hundred feet.

Jiang Yuan looked at Ping Qingjue coldly. Although they had never fought each other, he knew Ping Qingjue's strength. Just now, with a flick of his wrist, he swung his sword and created such a sharp sword wind. No one in the world could do that. If it weren't for the five-colored stone, who would be willing to be an enemy of this person?

Jiang Yuan originally had a magic stone in his hand, but he did not expect that the magic stone suddenly flew away for some unknown reason. He hurriedly reported to Mayor Xu. After calculations, Mayor Xu obtained the result that the magic stone was summoned by another magic stone and combined into a five-colored stone. Based on the direction it flew away and the Ten Thousand Mountains where Qingyang and others went, he inferred that something must have happened to Qingyang.

Mayor Xu was overjoyed, and to ensure that nothing could go wrong, he ordered Jiang Yuan to take people to look for the five-colored stone. This was because the five-colored stone was the key to building the Conferred God Platform and was indispensable. Their purpose in collecting magic stones was to refine the five magic stones and synthesize them into five-colored stones. Now that the five-colored stones were ready, this saved them the time of comprehending and refining, and they just had to find them. Before Jiang Yuan arrived at the Shiwandashan Mountains, he received an express letter from Qingyang, in which he learned that the three magic stones were tricked away by Wuzhan, and now they were in Xiao Yuzhen's hands, so he rushed here to intercept them.

Jiang Yuan said sternly: "Not only has your arrogance not been restrained, but it has become even more arrogant. Well, I will poke a hole in your complacency!" Teng Ran flew up, his palms dancing rapidly. Densely packed like heavy rain, the ice swords, with piercing sword sounds, shot towards Ping Qingjue. As fast as lightning, they stirred up a biting cold wind, which rolled around and condensed a layer of cold frost on the ground.

Ping Qingjue smiled contemptuously and said loudly: "This is the result of your years of practice. I don't think you have improved much!" His body was relaxed and the sword in his hand danced freely, smashing all the ice swords shot at him. The broken ice flew everywhere and landed on the ground with a bang.

Jiang Yuan's ice sword can cut bronze and fine iron. It is extremely hard, but it was easily shattered by Ping Qingjue with an ordinary sword. Such strength amazed the onlookers.

Seeing Ping Qingjue easily dissolve the sword rain with his sword, which was quite joking, Jiang Yuan was furious and said fiercely: "You look down on me too much!" He stretched out one hand, and a blue flame appeared in the palm. He clenched it hard, and the blue flame rose immediately, and suddenly turned into a three-meter-long blue sword. The sword was surrounded by blue light, and the blue flame was flickering, cold and dazzling.

"Northern Dark Fire!" Someone exclaimed. This is not a spell, but a legendary artifact. After refining this kind of artifact, it will merge with the blood and true energy in the body to achieve the state of unity between man and artifact. The fire moves with the heart. Wherever the heart goes, the fire goes. It can be transformed at will and is indestructible. It is one of the 'Four Great Divine Fires'. Unexpectedly, it fell into Jiang Yuan's hands, which made everyone envious. They thought: "Jiang Yuan has this kind of artifact in his hand, like a fish in water. No matter how strong Ping Qingjue's sword is, it is impossible for him to defeat him."

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the 'Northern Dark Fire' in Jiang Yuan's hand. Xiao Yuzhen took the opportunity to take the two and the disciples away. Longquan had already forced out the poison gas at this moment. Seeing that Xiao Yuzhen was about to leave, he jumped up and prepared to step forward to stop her.

His body was still flying in the air when he heard a "whoosh" and a gust of wind passed by. With a "bang", Longquan was knocked more than ten feet away, and blood spurted out. This result was caused by the sword energy when he was hit even though he was holding the Changhong Sword in front of him and protecting his body with true qi.

A mid-stage immortal was actually knocked away by a sword, which shows how fast and powerful Ping Qingjue's sword was. After Longquan landed on the ground, he retreated more than ten steps before he stood firm. His face was pale, his whole body was in pain, he was panting, his hair was messy, and his clothes were torn into rags. The disciples of Songshan rushed over to support him. He had lost all his face today.

Ping Qingjue snorted coldly, without even looking at Longquan, and said arrogantly: "If anyone tries to stop me again, don't blame me for having no eyes on my sword!"

When Xiao Yuzhen saw Jiang Yuan showing off the "Northern Abyss Yin Fire", she knew that if Ping Qingjue couldn't resist it, it would be difficult for Ping Qingjue to escape if they stayed here, so she prepared to leave with Wuzhan and the other two and her disciples. If it weren't for this, how could she be willing to leave here? She had been looking for Ping Qingjue for nearly twenty years, and finally saw him today.

Those people who had dared to step forward before, had no chance today. Now they could only focus on who would win and who would lose in this battle. Xiao Yuzhen led his men and slowly left. Yu Guizhou watched Qin Moyao being taken away like that, and he was powerless to do anything.

"I just couldn't stand your arrogant behavior back then, it made me so angry!" Jiang Yuan really couldn't bear it anymore. Ping Qingjue didn't care at all with the magic weapon in his hand and was paying attention to others. Even though he was calm and had cultivated his mind for decades, he was so angry at this moment. A long blue dragon, like lightning, with the power of destruction, struck towards Ping Qingjue.

The sky was pale, the sun was dim, the wind was bone-chilling, the grass and trees were frosted, the sword was too dazzling to be seen by anyone, 'Bang...!' The cold light mixed with broken ice whistled and spread around, and the people watching from afar had no time to see clearly, so they hurriedly used their luck to protect their bodies and resist the shock of this shocking sword energy. Few people could stand firm and were blown away.

At some point, the ice storm ended, and snowflakes began to float from the sky. In the middle of the field, Ping Qingjue was covered in a layer of frost, motionless, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive. He used that inconspicuous sword to resist the 'Northern Dark Fire'.

The 'Northern Dark Fire' emitted a cold light, shining coldly. Jiang Yuan's body still maintained the posture of chopping the sword, and like Ping Qingjue, he was also motionless.

……

Jiang Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he said word by word: "Hurry, don't... let... him... run away!" With a "pu" sound, he spat out blood.

(End of this chapter)