Going east along the Defeng Ancient Road, five hundred miles away, you can see green peaks as high as a screen reaching into the sky; green cliffs covered with clouds and smoke.
On the top of the empty mountain, only one sword mark after another can be seen, criss-crossing it, which has not changed after all the vicissitudes of life, whether it is clumsy, clever, quick, or violent... just to name a few.
After a moment, a rainbow light fell to the ground, revealing the figures of two people.
"Ultimate speed and strength, and..."
Yuan Bahuang looked at the sword marks all over the ground and tried to review the battles that took place here in the past:
"Humility is the sword that will win."
I have to say that talent is one of the most unreasonable terms in the world.
"In the past, I once discussed swordsmanship with Moliu Jian here. Maybe calling him Wind Scar will sound familiar to you."
Lin Chongyang didn't put on any airs. They still like to support the underachievers:
"You said you wanted to ask about swords. What aspect of swords did you want to ask about?"
Yuan Bahuang blurted out without thinking: "This junior wants to ask about the peak of the sword, the limit of the sword, and the end of the sword."
The three questions can essentially be regarded as one, but from different angles.
Since learning the sword, Yuan Bahuang has been pursuing, what is the limit of the sword?
He had also heard of the name of Demonic Sword? Wind Trace, but unfortunately he could not see it. Now that he saw the opponent's sword trace, even if he failed to get an answer, it was a worthwhile trip.
Looking at the eager young people beside him, Lin Chongyang did not answer directly, but said: "Before answering this question, can I ask you a question first?"
"Senior, please go first."
Yuan Bahuang didn't care about this, or in other words, he was not very good at talking.
"What is a sword to you?"
As the saying goes, a tall building rises from the ground. Yuan Bahuang wanted to know the end of the sword, but Lin Chongyang was more interested in his foundation.
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However, the other party's reaction made him a little disappointed, but it seemed reasonable:
"What is a sword..."
"Never thought about it?"
"No." After saying that, Yuan Bahuang asked: "For seniors, what is a sword?"
He came here to seek answers and learn more about it, so he felt there was no problem.
"For me, the sword is a weapon that is easy to use, and it is also a reflection of the way I walk."
At the same time as he spoke, Yinglong and Zhisheng Peitian appeared and stood in front of them. Then there was only a sound of swords, but Yinglong split into two:
"Although it is not true that the more swords there are, the stronger they are, but the objects they carry are different."
Following Lin Chongyang's words, Yuan Bahuang looked at the three different swords in front of him:
The red sword was frivolous and domineering, moving forward indomitably; the golden sword was elegant and upright, modest and courteous; and the last single-edged ink sword was clear and clear, but he couldn't quite understand it:
"Senior's sword is very heavy."
However, he could feel what was contained within it.
"They respectively represent the beginning of the world, the past, and the present."
When talking about the past, the God-Emperor and the Gentleman merged, and the three swords turned back into two, representing the past and the present respectively. Then the God-Emperor was put away:
"This sword is called Zhi Sheng Peitian. Maybe it can help you answer your question."
After finishing his words, Lin Chongyang grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it up from the ground.
At the same time, Yuan Bahuang also transformed into his sword: "My sword has no name, but please give me some advice, senior."
The sword body is copper-yellow, with a double-edged blade, a simple guard, and a tasseled sword on the sword's head.
"Whether it is the peak of the sword, the limit of the sword, or the end of the sword, it is all too far away for you now."
Lin Chongyang did not speak. This was not a voice, but a sword intention that reached directly into a person's heart. If the opponent's will was weak or his heart was flawed, he would be weaker in the face-to-face without actually fighting.
Confusion about the sword is the flaw of Yuan Bahuang. If a person doesn't even understand why he holds the sword, then what's the point of chasing the end with the sword?
Even though, his belief is very firm.
If this continues, there will only be one result, and that is to be trapped in it and unable to escape, because he has been trapped by the word "sword".
Focus is an advantage, but not necessarily a good thing.
"please."
"please."
The two men's sword intent rose around them, and they actively distanced themselves, leaving the world in silence.
Suddenly, the autumn wind crossed the border, and the eyes were full of desolation, just as the first leaf fell to the ground.
The condensed sword intent, like an invisible hurricane, spread out with the two people as the center, rolling up countless fallen leaves and blocking the sight.
boom!
Before they could meet face to face, the sword intent and consciousness were already the first to clash, directly affecting the surrounding environment.
Bang bang bang!
The leaves flying in the air are either divided in the middle, cross-cut, diagonally cut, burst, or shattered at the same moment, which is extremely spectacular.
Sword marks were crisscrossed on the ground, gravel was flying, and dust was flying.
After the power was over, the heaven and earth returned to silence, and the atmosphere was solemn for a while.
After several confrontations in the realm of consciousness, Yuan Bahuang felt exhausted. Cold sweat flowed from his forehead and fell to the ground.
Tick!
at the same time
Zheng——!
But when I heard the sound of Qingyue's sword, my heart was not there, my intention was not here, and the move was already in front of me, and it was faster than I could see.
As soon as the sword edge moves, there will be hundreds of moves and changes, and as soon as the sword edge turns, there will be thousands of moves, reincarnation, and smooth connection.
Although Lin Chongyang did not overpower others with his strength, his rich experience and perfect combat skills were beyond what Yuan Bahuang could handle at this time.
As soon as he received the move, Yuan Bahuang discovered that the opponent's move changes were not repeated, so he had to fight with all his strength.
With the moves coming and going, there is no time to distract him, he is very focused, and at the same time, it is difficult to hide his own swordsmanship.
laugh! laugh! laugh!
After breaking down the moves, several gaps appeared in his clothes. If it weren't for Zhisheng Peitian's single striker, he would have been severely injured at this time.
Ding ding ding!
The sound of gold and iron ringing is endless, like rain hitting banana trees, like beads falling on a jade plate.
Just when Yuan Bahuang was gradually adapting to the rhythm of the attack, he saw that Zhisheng Peitian's offensive changed again. Just like the constant changes of heaven, Qian Qingsi changed. He expected the enemy to be the first to move, move when he should, and stop when he should stop.
The confrontation escalated again, and Yuan Bahuang was surprised to find that even if he adjusted his offensive according to the opponent's changes, it was also as expected by his opponent. Every move and style was defeated by the opponent with different sword paths and just right.
and……
Such a high-intensity confrontation.
It is difficult for him to maintain his current state for a long time.
"one move."
At the same time as he spoke, Lin Chongyang swung the sword in his hand, forcing Yuan Bahuang to retreat.
The opponent is still too immature now. Even with the Sword of Seven Evidences, he can only take two moves. At this time, he wants to see the limit of the sword, which is somewhat like a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.
That being the case, why not allow him?
On the other side, Yuan Bahuang, who was forced to retreat, also understood the gap between him and his opponent.
Sure enough, he was too idealistic before and couldn't calmly deal with ordinary attacks and breaking styles. How can he talk about the pinnacle of swordsmanship? The end of the sword?
He saw that Yuan Bahuang abandoned his distracting thoughts and used all his skills. In an instant, he sensed the human sword and resonated with the heaven and earth. The ultimate sword was about to be released:
"One sword brightens the moon and one sword autumn!"
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