A series of exclamations rang out. This gloomy middle-aged man had the sword qi cultivation of the middle tenth phase. At this moment, he made his move. The Hundred Refined Sword in his hand emitted an incomparably sharp killing intent that completely locked onto Chu Mu, who had his eyes closed.
His sword qi surged. This sword was merciless. It had an earth-shattering power that wanted to kill Chu Mu on the spot. This caused many of the scattered swordsmen to reveal shocked expressions.
"If any of you dare to leak any information, be careful of your own head." The other gloomy middle-aged man revealed a cold smile full of threat and murderous intent. He looked around, and his sharp eyes swept across the faces of the scattered swordsmen around him like a viper, and he threatened.
Everyone hurriedly suppressed their exclamations. Their expressions changed greatly as they continuously retreated. Some even immediately turned around and left. It seemed that these two gloomy middle-aged men had a great background.
Seeing that the sword that was filled with killing intent was already close to him, and that in the next second, it might pierce through his throat and cause blood to splatter, the surrounding onlookers could not help but narrow their pupils, revealing faces of shock and pity.
The gloomy middle-aged swordsman who attacked already had a smile of victory on his face. He believed that in the next moment, his sword would pierce through the throat of this silly Sword Faction disciple. He would also hear the beautiful sound of the sword piercing through the throat.
In the blink of an eye, there were even some people who could not help but close their eyes. They only felt their vision blur. The gloomy middle-aged man's sure kill sword actually strangely missed.
The air flow and various sounds brought about by the sword were all clearly felt by Chu Mu. Subconsciously, his body reacted instinctively and dodged the sword.
"He actually avoided it!" A series of low cries sounded, filled with disbelief.
The gloomy middle-aged man's face became even gloomier. This sword that he was completely confident in was actually avoided. Moreover, it was avoided by a rookie whose cultivation was lower than his. This made him extremely angry. Even though he was angry, he did not lose his mind. His sword qi surged and let out a roar. The sword rolled up a faint green color and blew out a strong wind.
The power of this sword strike was even stronger than the previous one. After all, he thought that Chu Mu wouldn't be able to sense his previous attack and that it would be easy for him to kill him. Therefore, he only used the strength of his body to swing his sword and didn't use much of his Sword Qi. However, after being dodged by Chu Mu, he felt embarrassed and didn't hold back his Sword Qi.
Chu Mu frowned slightly when he sensed the other party's piercingly cold killing intent surging towards him. However, his eyes remained closed. He was still immersed in the world of listening to the sword and had yet to awaken. However, his body reacted naturally. His right hand grabbed the hilt of the sword with lightning speed and pulled it out in an instant.
A clanging sound rang out like the collision of divine metals from outer space. A faint green sword light that contained a cold and sharp killing intent swept through the air like a cool breeze brushing past one's face.
This strange contradiction caused the gloomy middle-aged swordsman's expression to change. His eyes seemed to blur for a moment, and his sword seemed to have encountered some kind of invisible obstruction. It paused slightly, almost imperceptibly.
This slight pause, which couldn't be detected from the outside, was enough to change the entire situation. Chu Mu's fake Clear Wind Sword was close to the gloomy middle-aged swordsman's Hundred Refined Sword. In the instant that the gloomy middle-aged swordsman was in a daze, Chu Mu's sword lightly touched his throat. A terrifying killing intent immediately pierced through his throat and went through his entire neck.
Sheathing his sword, Chu Mu's figure once again returned to stillness, as if he had never moved. However, the gloomy middle-aged swordsman maintained his posture of thrusting out his sword, pointing directly at Chu Mu. However, he seemed to be frozen and motionless. His eyes quickly turned white and a touch of death spread across his face. There were remnants of fear and disbelief. At his throat, a scarlet color spread and blood quickly spread out.
"He's dead …"
"He's dead …"
Immediately, when someone saw clearly, there was a commotion. The other gloomy middle-aged swordsman's face was filled with killing intent. His gloomy face seemed to be about to drip water. One of his hands gripped the hilt of his sword as if he wanted to grab it. The veins on the back of his hand bulged out. He gritted his teeth. His heart was filled with pain and anger at the same time. It was as if lava from a volcano was about to erupt. He wanted to immediately pull out his sword and kill the person in front of him.
However, he didn't dare. In his heart, other than anger and pain, there was also fear.
His cultivation was about the same as that of his brother who was killed. They were both in the middle of the tenth stage. Their swordsmanship was about the same. However, his brother was killed by a single sword strike. In other words, if he attacked, he would also be killed.
"Damn little bastard. No matter what sword sect you are from, you killed my brother. You must die. You must die!" Letting out a beast-like roar, the gloomy middle-aged swordsman quickly turned around and ran away in large strides before Chu Mu woke up.
His figure disappeared in a flash. Only a few scattered swordsmen were left looking at each other. They were unable to hide the shock in their eyes.
After a few breaths of time, Chu Mu's eyes slowly opened. His eyes clearly reflected the figures around him. Chu Mu's face flashed with a hint of confusion.
Soon after, when his gaze landed on the gloomy middle-aged man's face, Chu Mu thought for a moment. Only then did he understand the cause and effect. He couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Although he had just entered a special state, this special state that could only be encountered by chance and not by searching for caused his [Listening to Sword] to go from near Dacheng to near Dacheng.
And in this state, everything in the body was handed over to instinct. It seemed that the person in front of him wanted to take this opportunity to kill him. Instead, he died under his instinctive counterattack. Regarding this, Chu Mu didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. It was normal to want to kill someone and be killed.
"You, come here. What exactly happened here?" Even though he understood the cause and effect, he only knew that the gloomy middle-aged swordsman wanted to kill him. As for everything else, Chu Mu didn't know.
The scattered swordsman who was called out trembled all over. His face paled and he had a cowering appearance. He regretted that he didn't leave as soon as possible. Why did he stupidly stay?
However, after personally witnessing such an inconceivable thing happen, he didn't have any thoughts of escaping. His voice trembled as he explained. As for Chu Mu, he listened without saying a word. His expression didn't change in the slightest, but there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.
"The two of them are consecrators of White Maple City's King Snake Gang. They both have the cultivation of the middle tenth phase. The King Snake Gang is the largest faction in White Maple City. They are extremely powerful and domineering. Legend has it that there are many Qi Transformation Realm experts in their gang. This time, you killed one of them and the other escaped. He will definitely bring people to take revenge on you. " The scattered swordsman's voice gradually became fluent as he explained. He hurriedly said, "The best way is for you to quickly leave here and return to the Sword Sect. No matter how strong the King Snake Gang is, they won't dare to go against the Sword Sect."
"Oh, you can leave." Chu Mu, who understood everything, nodded slightly and said indifferently.
"I advise you to immediately return to the Sword Sect …" The scattered swordsman seemed to have forgotten his previous fear and was about to talk non-stop. However, Chu Mu casually glanced at him. Immediately, his indifferent gaze was like a basin of ice water being poured over him. The scattered swordsman's expression changed greatly. He hurriedly shut his mouth and immediately turned to leave.
Qi Transformation Realm expert? No, to Chu Mu, Qi Transformation Realm experts could only be considered experts. They couldn't be called experts. Especially not long ago, he had personally killed a Qi Transformation Realm swordsman. Although that was under the circumstances of him and Xiao Qianfeng working together, it allowed Chu Mu to understand the strength of the Qi Transformation Realm. At the same time, he also had a more direct understanding of the Qi Transformation Realm.
Although the current him wasn't a match for a Qi Transformation Realm swordsman one on one, it was not enough to make him feel fear. Perhaps returning to the Qingfeng Sword Sect was an extremely safe method, but that wasn't Chu Mu's choice. A swordsman should have a sharp edge. This sharp edge was always contained within the heart and the body.
This sharp edge that belonged to a swordsman had already fused into the blood, into the bone marrow, into the mind, into the will, and into the soul. It wasn't just the sharp edge of a swordsman, but also the sharp edge of a sword master. It was the overlapping sharp edge that mixed the souls of two different space-time.
A true swordsman should be fearless, pressing forward with an indomitable will, cutting through all obstacles. Shrinking back would only cause the sharp edge to be damaged. In the end, it would become dull and desolate.
This was a kind of decisiveness and decisiveness that came from knowing that there were tigers on the mountain, but still going to the tiger's mountain. It was an incomparable persistence of spirit and will. It was condensed into a sword that would rather break than yield, and neither yield nor give up.
In that instant, Chu Mu only felt that his mind was unprecedentedly clear. It was as if all the impurities had been expelled. It was as if a piece of stubborn iron had been continuously forged at high temperatures, removing the impurities within it bit by bit.
As his mind was tempered and refined, Chu Mu could feel that his soul seemed to become even more pure. It was an extremely peculiar feeling. It was as if the previous him and the soul of the original owner of this body were not complete enough. Then, in the following days, bit by bit, they constantly merged into one.
Until this time, under the coercion of all kinds of pressure, the sharp edge that was contained in the heart of his body was forced out. It directly strangled the impurities on the surface of his mind, purified his soul, and promoted the two different souls to achieve a true and complete fusion.
Chu Mu suddenly felt that all the air around him seemed to have become clearer. Even if he didn't deliberately pay attention to it, he could feel the fluctuations more clearly.
It was so much so that a sharp aura was being nurtured from the depths of his body. It was slowly revealing its lofty and domineering aura. This aura gradually leaked out, causing the scattered swordsmen not far away to feel oppressed and suffocated.
In their eyes, Chu Mu's figure seemed to have become taller, as if he had suddenly grown to a height of ten meters. Moreover, he exuded an incomparably sharp and domineering aura, oppressing them. It was as high as an unattainable mountain, turning into a sword mountain.
"Huff … Huff …" The scattered swordsmen's faces turned pale. Their eyes bulged, and their throats unconsciously squirmed, making strange sounds. Their limbs were weak, and their blood seemed to be about to solidify.
What's more, their whole bodies were like boneless snakes, softly falling to the ground, unable to move. They foamed at the mouth and looked like they were on the verge of death.