Male Succubus Apocalypse

Tianmen Peak is so high that clouds appear and snow falls. It is still dark and windy.

At the top of the central region, which was sparsely populated and completely deserted in previous years, there now gathered many powerful men from various races.

They all held various weapons, the most common of which was the sword.

After the snow was cleared, you could see a stone circular platform on the top of the peak, with a diameter of about 30 meters. There was a person standing in each of the four corners of the platform, with a solemn look on his face.

Standing behind them were circles of people who were whispering and chattering, looking very excited, but none of them dared to take another step forward towards the four people in front.

In the air, there were many other people watching in an orderly formation - all standing with swords.

On one side of the circular platform, a woman was sitting quietly on the ground meditating with her eyes closed, motionless. A seemingly ordinary three-foot eight-sided sword lay on her knees, unobtrusive, just like its owner.

The woman had her hair tied in a high ponytail, but it was still long enough to reach her waist. Her small oval face was exposed to the cold, but her complexion was still rosy and pretty. Her eyelashes were frosty, her eyebrows were white as snow, and her lips were pure and bright. She could be described as a lady from a noble family, from an elegant family, with a pleasant air of bookishness.

The wildness of his attire makes one think that appearance is not the best - he only wears a light chest armor on the upper body and leggings and trousers on the lower body, which is a typical outfit for the underworld.

In this frosty place, if someone dares to dress like this, his strength must not be underestimated. He has attracted so many people's attention, so he can't be an ordinary person.

Suddenly, a bright word appeared from the sky and shone obliquely on the woman's profile. It must be dawn, the sun was rising, the dark clouds in the sky were gone, and purple air was coming from the east.

However, what was more striking than the new light in the night was the woman's eyes that suddenly opened and looked directly into the sky, as if she was not afraid of the scorching sun at all. What was revealed in her eyes was not the terrifying murderous aura and sharpness, but rather the ethereal.

The waves are like an ancient pond, the bottomless stillness and the momentary silence of everything appear simultaneously in a pair of small eyes, without any emotion, only the vast sky.

"Finally here." The woman murmured to herself, slowly stood up, and faced the direction of the sun. As the light turned and the shadows slanted, she herself was faintly emitting golden light.

"Senior Sister! You're here too early!"

The light was red and blood-white, and the peaks were like cranes. Suddenly, a black shadow was seen rushing towards the circular platform from afar, following the light, accompanied by a loud and clear sound, resounding throughout this land of ice and snow.

"boom!"

At the four corners of the circular platform, they moved quickly, formed seals with their hands, chanted words, and finally, just before the black shadow landed on the platform, they stretched out their hands forward at the same time, using the four corners as fulcrums, and raised four golden transparent walls.

The black shadow was like a dragonfly skimming the water, so fast that it was impossible to see clearly, and so silently that no one had a chance to react. It fell from the distant east to the side of the platform opposite the woman in the blink of an eye.

The person who came was even more bizarre. Not to mention that he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, shorts and straw sandals, he had waist-length hair that grew like mustard grass and a big beard. The only thing he could see on his face was a pair of tired eyes that seemed like he was sleeping instead of waking up naturally. People would have thought he was a savage who had run over the hill.

But he had a huge sword as tall as a person across his shoulders, which looked quite intimidating.

The two people on the stage have a huge difference in body shape. The man is over 1.9 meters tall, while the woman is only 1.7 meters tall. One is a burly man, and the other is a thin girl who, if you don't look at her body or her attire, looks like an artistic worker.

It is extremely incongruous to compete against each other in the same place.

"The battle of the century! Truly the battle of the century!"

“We are witnessing history!”

"Since the last battle with the Fist Master, I haven't seen the Sword Master of the Heart use his sword for a long time!"

Outside the venue, since the "savage" came, everyone began to cheer excitedly, but no one was heard to assert that "so and so will win", and no one dared to comment even a word about the man or the woman.

At their level, appearance or gender is meaningless.

Different from the excitement and tension outside the stadium, there was a very relaxed atmosphere inside the stadium.

The savage walked up to the girl in a nonchalant manner, looked left and right, and then said with a smile: "Senior sister, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are still so short! Hahaha! The problem of dead fish eyes has not been cured!"

The woman had a calm expression, and she didn't even look at the savage. She just stroked her sword, as if she was talking to herself: "After all these years, you are still the dumbest demigod swordsman I have ever seen, no doubt about it."

The tone was firm and frank, which made the savage's face fall: "Senior sister, I don't care what others say. Although they dare not say it, but I am so familiar with you and know that you never lie. I think your words are sharper than your swordsmanship..."

"You talk too much. When you lose the fight, don't cry like you did when you were a kid." The woman's expression was as calm as a log. "Those old guys are so slow. The protection array isn't even ready yet. Maybe we shouldn't fight here."

As he spoke, he glanced at the two corners to the left and right and behind.

"If we don't fight here, how can we let the whole world know that the ruthless swordsman who spent a hundred years sharpening his sword was defeated by me?"

"You still like to perform monkey tricks in front of people."

The two people were arguing, but the golden protection formation blocked out the sound very well, otherwise everyone would know that the currently recognized first and second sword masters were actually kindergarteners on the run.

About a month ago, the world's second-best swordsman "Wuqing" challenged the world's best swordsman and warrior "Tianxin" to a duel. After the challenger agreed, he decided to set the venue at the home ground where he became famous, the top of Tianmen Peak, the Dengshen Stone Platform.

With thousands of warriors in the world eagerly waiting, swordsmen impatiently waiting, and after the fermentation of the "big fight between the two ultimate mages" - the mages are fighting to the death! How can we warriors fall behind?

Finally, this battle of invitations, in which the spectators were more passionate than the players themselves, began.

This match was destined to be recorded in the history books like the legends of countless peak competitions in the past, and turned into an immortal poem that would be constantly passed down by future generations, called an "epic."

Not only the two protagonists who are about to fight, but also many living legends who usually live in seclusion in a corner, not caring about worldly affairs and never coming out to come and watch and help.

In order to allow future generations to see this mountain that "a warrior must visit once in his lifetime", and also for sentimental reasons, four slick demigod sword masters chose to be supporting roles and form a protective formation.

Why are they slippery? Because whether they are protected or not, the most important thing is to get a close-up seat for watching the battle. If you get too close, it is hard to avoid getting hurt, even if you are a demigod.

If he could call three old fellows who had the same idea as him, he would be able to observe the two most powerful sword techniques in the world up close and legitimately without any scruples!

You come too late and people don't want you, an old guardian. At worst, they will fight and then go to heaven to beat you.

To the young people who don’t know, this is the tacit understanding between the sword masters, the tacit understanding, the tradition! The old and the new, the newly famous and the already famous, all the characters seen in the books appearing in front of them, they are all idols! A great gathering of idols!

The dusty corners of history and the chapters that are about to be turned will all appear before us. Who wouldn't be excited?

Even though the top of the mountain is full of warriors whose strength is almost all above level seven, the number of people on the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain is almost the same as the number of snowflakes.

Even if you cannot see the scene, at least you can hear the sounds and get a glimpse of the momentum at the top of the peak, which will be something to talk about and brag about in the future.

As soon as the sun shines, the whole mountain is covered with golden scales and shining armor. All the warriors on the mountain use the weapons in their hands and the armor on their bodies to shine the most glorious spotlight on the stage at the top of the mountain.

Now, all that’s missing is the first note of this grand concert…

A "ding" sound, like the sound of an old bell in an ancient temple being struck, spread throughout the mountain.

When the protection formation at the top of the mountain was completed, the whole mountain suddenly became more and more excited, but the sound disappeared in an instant, and everything was silent. This was the way everyone held their breath before the start of a race, like a sign of respect for the athletes.

"Oh no, it seems we can't continue reminiscing about the past." Hearing the sound of qi condensing after the formation of the protective array - not only magic can form a magic array, but warriors who are good at using fighting spirit, when they reach a certain level, can also expand it into an qi array like a protective shield outside the body, but it is more complicated and impractical - Tianxin sighed regretfully and turned to walk towards the confrontation position opposite to Wuqing.

If the circular platform is regarded as the Bagua, then the positions of the two people now are respectively standing at the positions of the two Yin-Yang eyes.

Wuqing was speechless, he held the sword in both hands and raised it in the bull stance, lowered his lower body, leaned slightly, but gradually relaxed his whole body, his eyes were sharp, as if there was a cheetah lurking here, ready to pounce.

Tian Xin was no longer laughing, because the person he was facing was not some random person, but an opponent he was still wary of.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to adjust the state of his body, relaxed but not leaking, focused but not tense. He held the huge sword firmly in his hand, raised it high above his head, and made a posture of sword hitting the roof, ready to launch the first attack with great force.

The breathing and heartbeats of both parties were infinitely magnified in this suddenly quiet snowy day. Eye to eye, force to force, both were waiting for a tiny opportunity.

This is the psychological game between masters before the fight, the exchange of eye contact, the judgment of moves. Everyone has been preparing for a battle for a whole month. What trump cards they have is both a surprise and a shock.

"No, I'm gone!"

Suddenly, a swordsman in the air cried out in surprise. In his eyes, a snowflake passed by and the ruthless swordsman disappeared in the blink of an eye like a fish in a swamp.

"Shut up! Let's start!" Someone beside this person patted him on the back and said impatiently, "I told you to practice well and not bring you here to embarrass yourself!"

The person who was complaining shrank his neck and shut up immediately.

However, it is not the fault of this young man. Everyone in the world knows the first but not the second. The so-called Sword Saint becomes a saint by swordsmanship. What is swordsmanship? It is both a law and a rule. Tianxin establishes the sword heart with heaven and earth, and Wuqing proves the way by cutting off emotions. Ordinary people cannot see and understand it.

……

"Hahaha! Senior Sister! Here I come!" At the moment when Wuqing disappeared, Tianxin Sword Saint smiled cruelly, swung the giant sword down fiercely, hammered the ground into a drag, took a step forward and leaped into the extremely dangerous air.

Drawing the sword back to the moon, the heavy and clumsy sword turned into soft water sleeves. Tian Xin turned around and raised the sword with his shoulder again. The golden light shone, as if absorbing the essence of the sun. In an instant, the giant sword was like a torch, illuminating the world.

"Tianxin Yijian Style! One Style! Falling Sun!"

When he got off the board, Tian Xin's action was 70% similar to that of divers in his previous life who used their waists to move their bodies downwards in the air. With a twist of his figure, he flashed through super frames and raised his sword to chop towards the ground, like a small sun weighing thousands of pounds falling.

It can be seen all over the mountain, waves of light ripple from the peak to the mountains, with a huge power as fast as thunder, and the huge and strange phenomenon has arrived before the sound!

"boom--"

There was a golden ocean wave above the circular platform, and countless golden sword energies crisscrossed, drowning out everyone's vision.

But what was even more surprising was that all around the circular platform, gray afterimages appeared one after another as if frames were dropped. Before the golden sword energy could fully bloom, water mist spread and extinguished the terrifying power.

"Senior sister's law! It's still so mysterious!" Tian Xin's figure suddenly appeared, the giant sword in his hand became even bigger, covered with a layer of golden phantom, and he suddenly pulled back and rushed forward with the sword.

Merciless afterimages immediately appeared in front of his sword, like vines entwined around a fence. The afterimages were pierced by the giant sword, but kept spreading forward until they reached the hilt. The phantom suddenly became real, and the long sword appeared like a misty snowflake!

"Hu——" Tianxin's eyes froze, his pupils shrank, his body moved like thunder, he leaned sideways and blocked with sword and shield, however, blood flew as the sword passed by, and when Tianxin swung out a powerful sword with his waist and forced Wuqing back, his face was already bruised - a shallow bloodstain appeared on the right cheek.

"Senior Sister! Don't hit people in the face!" Tian Xin roared, tensed his waist and abdomen, and swung his hands vigorously. He slashed upward, spun around and slashed back, then turned around and continued the same set of movements, smoothly and smoothly. While slashing out golden windmills, he also cut cracks in the protective formation under his feet. This was the result of the combined efforts of four sword masters!

"Tianxin Yijianliu! Second Style! Moon Wheel!"

Unlike the previous sword energy that was like rippling water, there were instead golden wheels that were raised up, forming alliances and surrounding every part of the protective formation.

"Haha" a sneer, as cold as a silver light bursting out from the edge of the table, cutting the obstructing moon wheel in half in an instant like cutting melons and vegetables.

Tianxin's heart tightened and he rushed forward quickly, but the sword missed by a hair's breadth and Wuqing had already entered his body.

"昘——"

Qianyue slashed with lightning, gold and silver intertwined, the two colors dissolved, and the Tianxin sword fell to the ground, but the body was unstable, and it turned out that another blood mark appeared on the side of the thigh.

Behind him, the ruthless figure appeared, also standing with his back to the ground. The bandage on his lower leg was broken in half, but there were no real injuries.

"Senior sister, senior sister, as expected, no matter what set of moves I use, I can't defeat you." Tian Xin stopped and said happily.

"It's too boring to just use a set of moves." Ruthless and merciless.

……

"Master, Tianxin Sword Saint is actually suppressed! Is Wuqing Sword Saint so powerful?" The swordsman who was startled just now took advantage of the gap and asked in shock to the person who had just slapped him.

"Hmph, if you ask who in the world can defeat Wuqing, it's only Tianxin. This is what people always say." The man who was called Master replied.

"What? Then why is Wuqing so low-key? As far as I know, she should be as old as Tianxin!"

"Swords are like people, and people are like swords. Every sword master has a unique personality. Tianxin is open and close, and Wuqing is deadly. This is due to his temperament. It is normal that you don't understand Wuqing."

"Then why do you say so absolutely that only Tianxin can defeat Wuqing?"

"Because of their laws..."

If you practice swordsmanship without cultivating your mind, you will never understand the way. A swordsman can only be called a "saint" if he finally condenses his own laws and integrates them into the way of swordsmanship. A swordsman acts for the world, and a saint acts for the way of swordsmanship.

Tianxin Tianxin, this sword stands in the heart of Tianxin. The sky is bright and nothing can escape its sight. The law of Tianxin Sword Saint is called "Tian Zhao". It is to be revealed, to be unavoidable and unstoppable, but within the range of the sword, it must be cut off.

In other words, as long as Tian Xin's sword is within distance, no matter how you dodge, from the front, from the back, from the left, or on the right, you will be cut by it. The only way is to resist head-on. Given his terrifying moves, if you release the protective formation, you can almost cut down the entire mountain!

"But didn't Wuqing dodge two attacks?" The disciple couldn't figure it out anymore.

"Avoid? Ha, go back and practice more! The first move is to use Wuqing to force Tianxin to change his moves, and the second move is to break Tianxin's moves with his own moves, and both sides will win or lose!" The master was a little unhappy. "And I haven't even talked about Wuqing's rules yet, and you dare to interrupt? Are you too bold?"

"I dare not, I dare not!" The apprentice's face drooped and he apologized immediately.

No emotions, no desires, no obstacles, no hindrances. No cause and effect of my own, no thoughts of my own. Every move and every form must be perfected and return to the origin, my body will enter all the moves.

When swords clash, there must be a movement of the heart, and the hands will be entangled and the strength will be broken. However, throwing oneself into the sword, forgetting oneself, without the slightest fluctuation, is what any swordsman fears the most.

The law is "formless", formless, emotionless and desireless, all moves return to the original simplicity, and even make the opponent unable to sense one's own existence. This form without form is also all forms, what is invisible to the eyes is seen everywhere in all things. This is the "formless" that only "Tian Zhao" can deal with.

To put it simply, every move is perfect. You can't even see the person before the fight. Everything happens in an instant. She can see you but you can't see her. It's simply cheating in kendo.

"Then now, doesn't the situation of Tianxin Sword Saint prove that the outcome is already determined?" The disciple continued to ask, "No wonder they stopped."

This time, the master raised his hand and tapped his apprentice on the forehead.

"Stupid disciple! Just now was just a test! Or should I say it as a pre-battle practice? Do you think the Sword Master is the same as you? You can only use sets of moves, right? Now you stopped to break down the moves in your mind!" The master was completely angry. He should not have brought his disciple here.