Two different sword intentions clashed with each other as the swords clashed.
boom-_!
There was a loud noise in the sky and a sudden explosion. In an instant, the sky and the earth lost color, and the sun and moon were dimmed.
The sword energy shot out in all directions, surging vertically and horizontally, rolling up powerful air currents and turning into howling winds.
Yi Qiunian and Jiang Nan Chunxin, who were watching the battle, were all focused on holding the battle ring.
"Friend!"
After the extreme, smoke and dust filled the air. Yi Qiunian took the lead and moved his true energy to blow away the smoke and dust.
However, what I see before my eyes is
The white magic sword remained unscathed.
"Ha~"
After a chuckle, Lin Chongyang put the two swords together and said in praise:
"Living towards death, sublimation to the extreme, not bad, really not bad."
The Wind Trace and Demonic Sword in his memory are the embodiment of his two lives, so they have corresponding disadvantages. Because they are the embodiment of two lives, there are two different personalities, the past and the present.
Lin Chongyang's idea of breaking out of a cocoon and becoming a butterfly is to use the past as material to transform into a brand new individual. The Wind Trace is a Demonic Sword, but the Demonic Sword is not a Wind Trace.
Mo Liujian's own choice is to take advantage of Lin Chongyang's pressure to live towards death, to sublimate to the fullest, to truly integrate the past and present, and to face the future together.
The latter two options can avoid the problem of split personality and go further in the martial arts.
It was only the choice of Magic Sword that made Lin Chongyang even more amazed.
"Thank you, Lord, for everything.
The Demon Sword, or Wind Trace, bowed to Lin Chongyang. As the person involved, he understood the difference between the two best. If it weren't for the opponent's special sword intent and the reverse performance at the end, he might have died directly, let alone the current Wind Trace. Well, Feng Zhihen's character is much gentler than when he was the Demon Sword, and his head is not so strong.
"No, it's all your own fault.
For this matter, Lin Chongyang did not take any credit. If the other party had not missed the target, it would be useless even if he tried to make it happen. Yiqiu Nian and Jiangnan Chunxin also rushed back from a distance while the two were talking.
"Friend, are you okay?"
Looking at his friend who had changed drastically, Yi Qiunian had a worried look on his face. Although in his perception, his friend's current situation was far better than before, and he had already pushed the way of kendo to a whole new level.
"My friend is worried, I'm fine."
"Then you now..."
"Call me Feng Zhihen. The Demon Sword is Feng Zhi, and Feng Zhi is also a Demon Sword."
While the two were communicating, Jiang Nan Chunxin noticed that the sword in Feng Zhihen's hand was now full of cracks.
"Brother Feng, I think it's time to replace your sword. Do you want me to help you repair it?"
In Jiangnan Chunxin's view, the sword was not cut off on the spot, and the quality could be considered good.
The main reason why he took the job was because he watched the battle. Even if he was not skilled in martial arts, as a blacksmith enthusiast, it was inevitable to dance with swords and swords. This battle also gave him a lot of gains.
"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Jiangnan."
Feng Zhihen didn't want to give up. This beloved sword had followed him for more than a thousand years. At the same time, he also understood the meaning of Jiang Nan Chunxin's words.
No matter what your personality is, communicating with people of high moral character will always save a lot of trouble. Everyone will put what they want to express on the surface, not for fame, wealth, or vanity.
"Easy to say, easy to say, I promise to return a piece of the magic weapon to you, Brother Feng. Brother Yi, do you want to come too?"
Taking over the Magic Sword from Feng Zhihen, Jiang Nan Chunxin said to Yi Qiunian on the side.
"Thank you Brother Jiangnan for your kindness, but I have a sword... but I don't have it with me.
Jiang Nanchun mentioned this in his letter that he recalled his autumn years and remembered that his good friend Jin Ziling had helped him forge a good sword in the past, but he had never been accustomed to carrying the sword with him.
Watching Lin Chongyang's confrontation with Feng Zhihen this time gave him a deeper understanding of the way of the sword. It seemed like he should bring the sword with him next time he went home.
"In that case, how about you two staying at Defeng Ancient Road for a few days?"
Later, Lin Chongyang extended an invitation to the two of them. As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you won't get to know each other. Since they have fought, it's not too much to make friends.
However, he had no intention of recruiting the two of them. For them, being unfettered was the best.
"Thank you, sir, so I won't bother you two."
Time flies, time flows, in the Cuixin Palace, Confucianism is whispered.
"The mountains are bright, the forest is bright, the dawn bells are ringing, and the sound of praising Confucianism is hard to conceal; I live in a quiet place and the things are vast, and there is nothing to do in the dust, but the brightness is clear."
The clear music winds around the pillars, the strings sound melodious, and the sound continues with the fingers, like the drizzle caressing the tung trees, like the orchid in the empty valley.
After a period of busy work, Lin Chongyang was free again. Feng Zhihen and Yi Qiunian had already resigned and left. However, Lin Chongyang also informed them of the location of Yi Shui Tian Tian. It seemed like they were Personality, long-lasting Kunpei will definitely not kill him.
Some time ago, masters and apprentices Jiangnan Chunxin and Yu Linling were sent away; some improved equipment was followed up and promoted by Confucian scholars specifically responsible for this aspect.
In addition to teaching his disciples and teaching disciples, he is also raising dragons and waiting for news of Jiutian Xuanzun's death.
Although Yufeng Zhihen was about to reach the address of the Demon Realm, he was not in a hurry to go. Anyway, this account had been recorded for almost 1,600 years, which was not a long time.
After a while, a Confucian scholar announced outside the palace: "Sir, the young master of Yunhai Xianmen is here to visit."
When the sound of the piano stopped, Lin Chongyang said: "Invite him in, remember, don't neglect."
"yes.'
The Xuanhuang Three Vehicles were destined that Jun Fengtian, as the young master of the Immortal Sect, would only succeed to the position of Xuanzun sooner or later if nothing unexpected happened, and it would be nonsense to take over the position of Tianji.
However, the time when he came to Defeng Ancient Road was a little later than Lin Chongyang expected.
First, his junior sister died, and then he discovered the truth about his mother's death. It was indeed a big blow to this young man. It was normal to run away from home. Unfortunately, Jiutian Xuanzun, every day he lived was shortened, and he was afraid that he would not be able to wait for the heir to return. .
At the same time that Jun Fengtian stepped into the realm of Defeng Ancient Road, the top of Shiyue Peak was the supreme palace.
"well!
A sigh came from the palace. It was the first time in his life that he, Lin Tianxing, was so worried.
"Boss, what's wrong?"
In Wenxia Dao Nei, Yin Xiaoshen was also a little confused. This was the first time that he saw Lin Tianxing sighing in all the years they had known each other. Even if he was usually messed up by his friends, the boss would not act like this.
"Let them deal with it themselves."
With Lin Tianxing's many years of experience in raising children, he knew at a glance that Jun Fengtian most likely ran away from home.
The problem is that with the Demon Queen Yama or the empress Hou Ba as the link, the hatred between the brat in his family and Jun Fengtian could fill a book of the Supreme Law Code.
But based on his understanding of the brat, he will definitely tell the truth directly. When the time comes, it will be another big blow to the boy Jun Fengtian.
In the interests of justice, it would not be an exaggeration to kill the empress a hundred times regarding the plight of the empress and her army.
But in terms of personal feelings, it is still a bit cruel to Jun Fengtian, especially now.
After much deliberation, I decided to leave it to them to solve it themselves. I believe the brat can handle it properly.
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