In a vast, endless mountain range, two sword-shaped peaks, each towering a thousand feet high, stand apart by a hundred meters amidst a boundless sea of clouds.

These two sword-shaped mountain peaks are extremely steep, looking like two enlarged divine swords standing between heaven and earth. There is no place to climb at all.

On the peaks of these two sword-shaped mountains, the distance to the vast sea of clouds in the sky was less than a hundred meters. On the top of the mountain, there was a faint mist lingering, and under the cover of the mist, the scene on the top of the mountain was all blurred and indistinct. However, after a while, it could still be seen that on the peaks of the two sword-shaped mountains, two people were standing quietly, as if they were stone carvings. No, only the strong wind in the sky blew at the clothes and hair of the two people, making them sway in the wind.

Of the two, one appeared to be a young man no more than twenty years old. He was strikingly handsome, his features flawless and peerless, a veritable masterpiece of youthful beauty that could ensnare any heart with a single glance. Though his eyes were unremarkable in appearance, they held a unique allure, captivating and mesmerizing all who beheld them.

The youth had a head of black hair that reached his waist. His hair was unbound and swayed freely with the howling wind. On his back, he carried a long sword wrapped in thick white cloth. Only its exquisite hilt was visible, upon which the two characters "Light Wind" were clearly engraved. However, what was strange was that the sword had no straps or cords, as if it was magnetically attached to the youth's back and did not fall down. This scene was undoubtedly perplexing.

This young man's name is Jian Chen, and he is currently the most renowned master in the martial arts world. He is even known as the "Sword God," a legendary swordsman who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. His speed sword technique is unparalleled, reaching a state of divine perfection. However, he is only in his twenties.

As for Jianchen, the people in the martial world know very little about him. Besides knowing that he was an orphan with no sect or family, nothing else is known. His origins are like a mystery, and no one knows where his extraordinary martial arts skills and superb swordsmanship come from.

On the sword-shaped mountain peak a hundred meters in front of him, a tall man dressed in black robes stood there, facing Jian Chen across the distance. This man was an elder, seemingly in his fifties or sixties, with white hair and piercing eyes. His gaze was sharp as a blade, making it impossible to meet his stare. In his hand, he held a broad black giant sword, but what was strange was that his giant sword had no edge.

This old man is a legendary figure who disappeared from the martial world over a hundred years ago——Dugu Defeat. Dugu Defeat is just his alias; no one knows his real name or background. Because as early as a century ago, he was an invincible super expert who defeated all challengers. Now, very few people alive even know about Dugu Defeat. However, the brilliance of his past glory has been passed down from generation to generation, and after a hundred years, his strength surpasses what it was before. Today, no one knows to what extent Dugu Defeat's power has reached.

Dugu Qiu Bai's pair of eyes stared intently at Jian Chen, who appeared to be in his early twenties, a hundred meters away. His gaze was sharp and piercing, like blades, and from time to time, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Jian Chen, at your age, you possess strength that rivals even my own. Your skill in the swordsmanship path surpasses even mine, a level I can only aspire to. It's a pity that you killed my only disciple. This grievance cannot go unavenged. Today, no matter what, I must avenge my beloved disciple." Dugu Qiu Bai spoke in a low voice, his seemingly calm tone brimming with an icy killing intent.

Jian Chen's face was calm and composed, his eyes gazing calmly at Dugu Qiu Bai. He wore a white robe that billowed in the wind, while his waist-length hair danced wildly in the gusts, giving him an air of carefree elegance.

"This is no fault of mine. It's your disciple who offended me. As for dying under my sword, he can only blame himself for his incompetence." Jian Chen's light opened and closed, his faint voice coming from his mouth.

Dugu Qiu Bai laughed angrily, "Very good, very good, very good. Such a lack of education! Today I shall see your skill and if you truly have the power to defeat me with that light wind sword."

Saying that, Dugu Qiu Bai waved the Xuan Tie heavy sword in his hand. In an instant, a powerful and unmatched sword qi shot out, carrying a fierce sword energy at a speed as fast as lightning towards Jian Chen who was a hundred meters away.

Jian Chen remained calm. With a flash of steel, the long sword he carried on his back appeared in his hand instantly. The four-foot-long, two-finger-wide blade shimmered with a layer of silvery sword light. Then, Jian Chen thrust forward with his sword, unleashing a powerful sword qi that shot towards Dugu Qubai's incoming sword qi at an unfathomably fast speed.

"Boom!"

Two sword qi collided, emitting a deafening roar that was earsplitting. The powerful true energy aftershock spread rapidly outwards from the point of impact, dissipating the light mist that had been swirling around.

Then, Jian Chen and Dugu Qubai simultaneously rose into the air, leaving the mountain peak they were standing on, and flew to the space between two peaks. There, in mid-air, they engaged in a fierce battle.

Their attacks were incredibly fast, the clash of weapons and shouts echoing constantly in the air. Powerful sword qi erupted from their battle, striking all around them and blasting huge holes into the surrounding mountain peaks. Countless fragments of stone rained down onto the ground thousands of feet below.

In just a few breaths, Jian Chen and Dugu Qiu Bai had fought hundreds of rounds. When the two landed on the peaks again, they were both slightly disheveled. Their once perfect clothes were now torn and ragged.

Dugu Qiu Bai looked at Jian Chen with a grave expression, the air between them becoming heavy. He said in a deep voice, "Such swift swordsmanship, no wonder your fast sword technique is unrivaled in the martial world. However, you still can't defeat this old man." Dugu Qiu Bai paused and continued, "Fighting like this will be difficult to determine a winner. Why don't we both unleash our strongest attack at the same time? One move decides the victor." As he spoke, Dugu Qiu Bai's aura suddenly surged, like a colossal sword piercing the sky.

Jian Chen's face turned grave. Then, Shang similarly emanated a tremendous aura, no less imposing than Dugu Qiu Bai.

The aura of the two people continued to rise, covering the entire sky. Their combined power enveloped a vast area ten thousand eight thousand miles around the mountain range. Even the clouds in the sky were blown out of a large hole by their aura and quickly dissipated. The wind howled fiercely, emitting a piercing wail like ghosts and wolves. In the mountains and forests, countless birds and animals panicked and fled towards the distance with all four limbs. At the peak of the mountain, the auras of the two people continued to strengthen, both brewing for the ultimate strike.

"Click!" "Click!"

In the mountains not far away, the trees could not withstand the powerful aura of the two people. They snapped in half one after another and were then blown into the sky by their overwhelming power, flying far away.

As Jian Chen and Gu Du Qiu Bai's auras continued to rise, a powerful flow of true energy appeared around them, rapidly rotating. Flowers, trees, and plants all bent over under their immense power. Countless trees swayed and trembled violently.

At the same time, Jian Chen's Light Wind Sword and Dugu Qiu Bai's Black Iron Heavy Sword both emitted a dazzling white glow and a pitch-black glow.

The true qi flowing around the two intensified, until finally Jian Chen was completely enveloped in a thick layer of white light, while Dugu Qiu Bai was shrouded in a layer of black light. Both figures were completely obscured, and only two dazzling lights of opposite colors could be seen in mid-air.

"!"

Jian Chen's sword in his hand trembled lightly, and at this moment, the blade had already lit up with dazzling sword light. The powerful sword qi made people feel terrified. His jet-black hair danced wildly in the wind, and his white robe fluttered in the breeze. His entire body seemed to be suspended in mid-air, looking like a god of war, invincible.

As the two energies surged to their peak, suddenly, they both let out a earth-shattering roar. The sound was deafening, like a bolt of thunder exploding, causing a ringing in their ears. Then, a brilliant white and an incredibly dark black light clashed at lightning speed, flashing past each other for a split second...

There was no sound of impact as imagined. When everything calmed down, Jian Chen and Dugu Qiu Bai had simply swapped places, standing a hundred meters apart on the peaks of two mountains. Both of their faces were pale, and Jian Chen's mouth was bleeding profusely, rapidly staining his white robes crimson. In that lightning-fast exchange, Dugu Qiu Bai had already pierced his heart with his sword.

While Dugu Qiu Bai had already lost his entire right arm, he was no longer able to wield a sword. The Xuantie heavy sword in his right hand fell towards the thousand-zhang precipice beneath the mountain peak. After his sword pierced Jian Chen's heart, he also lost an arm.

Jian Chen stood silently on the mountain peak, blood slowly flowing from his chest. His face grew paler and paler, becoming as white as paper in just a short moment. His heart, pierced by Dugu Qiu Bai's sword, was trapped in a desperate situation with no hope of survival.

“Haha…." Suddenly, Dugulang, standing atop the mountain peak across from him, burst into laughter. He laughed loudly, “Jianchen, with your talent, if you were given a few more years, this old man would definitely not be your opponent. Alas, alas, although your strength is not much inferior to this old man's now, in the end, you still lose to this old man." Having said that, Dugulang sighed and said, "Sigh...A generation of geniuses are buried in this old man's hands, it is indeed a pity, but for revenge against those who killed my disciples, this old man has no choice but to do so.”

As the vitality within him continued to ebb away, Jianchen slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, he appeared remarkably serene. Life and death held little significance for him; after all, throughout his years wandering the Jianghu, Jianchen had taken countless lives and long ago grown indifferent to the cycle of existence. His only regret was that from now on, there would be no more opportunities to explore the ultimate depths of swordsmanship.

Just when Jianchen was in a state of numbness and indifference, suddenly, a strange feeling arose in Jianchen's mind. At this crucial moment, Jianchen's soul seemed to merge with the long sword in his hand. He became the sword, and the sword became him. There was no distinction between him and the sword, as if the sword in his hand had become part of his soul.

At the same time, a pure and powerful Qi of Heaven and Earth descended from the heavens and earth, flowing into Jian Chen's mind. It merged with his soul, and as this Qi infused him, Jian Chen clearly felt his "God" growing rapidly at an unbelievable speed. At the same time, his soul seemed to leave his body, soaring towards the boundless mountains and fields around him. At this moment, the scene within a radius of ten miles was crystal clear in Jian Chen's mind, even down to the movements of insects on the ground.

At this point of impending death, he actually broke through...