Ye Gucheng is a person who likes speed very much. On the sea, in Baiyun City, and on nights when the moon is white and the wind is clear, he always likes to use his Qinggong alone against the wind and fly under the moon.
Whenever this happens, he always feels extremely peaceful.
Just like the flying immortal from the sky that he exerted at this moment, he was cut off from emotions and dustless.
This sword condensed the power of his whole body and soul, and his mind was concentrated. At the same time, he struck down from high, and the power was even more powerful. Unless one's skill and vision are superior to the other's, no one dares to attack him head-on and can only retreat.
But Zhao Qing did not give in even half a step.
Not only did he not give in, he actually took a half-step forward and swung the long sword in his hand casually, haphazardly and irregularly.
The sword is swung out like the sunset, like the scorching sun, like the rainbow, like the dark clouds, like moving and still, like emptiness and reality, like on the left and right, like in front and behind, like fast and slow, like Empty yet solid.
The sword light that filled the sky seemed to be melted and dispersed by an astonishing heat force under this sword, and it was like an extreme cold that froze every inch of the surrounding air.
The blade of the sword drew a semicircular arc, like a incomplete sunset, red as blood and dripping with gold and stone.
After the arc, it is a straight thrust, a pure straight thrust after all the changes.
The fatal fourteenth sword!
With the help of the pressure brought by Ye Gucheng's flying immortal, Zhao Qing integrated the thirteen deadly swords he had just practiced into one body, and naturally used the fourteenth change.
That change of move is the essence of the Thirteen Sword Moves and the soul of the sword technique.
It is not necessarily the fourteenth sword that Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng comprehended. Because, as long as all the changes and power of the Thirteen Deadly Swords can be fully exerted, then it will be the fourteenth sword, the branches and leaves nourished by the previous thirteen swords.
After using this sword, the sword in Zhao Qing's heart had broken away from the shackles of the body and turned into spirit and divine will.
This is the extraordinary realm similar to "people are swords and swords are people" in kendo, but half a step further.
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On one side of the world, white clouds are falling, and the fairy spirit is misty; on the other side, there is decay, depletion and death.
Many people know that Ye Gucheng practices murderous swordsmanship. Although he has reached the level of sending and receiving freely, when it comes to the murderous intent, only Ximen Chuixue can match it in the world.
But at this moment, everyone onlookers realized the fact that the murderous intent of the sword Zhao Qing used now far surpassed that of Ye Gucheng's Tianwai Feixian.
If the flying immortals outside the sky carry the ruthless murderous intention of the flying immortals looking down on the common people, then Zhao Qing's swordsmanship is like a dark python eager to swallow life.
The collision between the two auras was silent but fierce.
Countless tiny whirlpools of sword energy were born, stirred, and then died.
And everyone watching the battle seemed to be shaken by this calm and terrifying confrontation.
Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened and cold sweat poured down her face.
He originally thought that the sword technique that Zhao Qing used three months ago was the most terrifying move in the world, but he never thought that there were sword moves like the Flying Immortal and the Fourteen Deadly Swords in the world.
Mu Taoist's expression was solemn. He suddenly discovered that Ye Gucheng's strength had greatly improved compared to four months ago, and a head-on confrontation could completely threaten his life.
And Zhao Qing's strength seems to be even better.
Because, he has seen that the dark giant python has begun to suppress and swallow up the snow-white sword energy on the opposite side.
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The flawless, god-like and immortal Heavenly Flying Immortal actually collapsed and collapsed in front of the fourteen deadly swords.
The distance between the two swords is almost a foot!
At this moment, fine beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Ye Gucheng's face and hands.
He has already seen that in the next moment, Zhao Qing's sword will gently push away his own sword and pierce his throat!
How much killing intent does Zhao Qing's sword carry? Will she temporarily withdraw her strength?
Ye Gucheng didn't know and didn't think about it. He only thought about one thing: how to deal with the sword move in front of him!
But facing this terrifying sword, he could not think of a way to break it!
Ye Gucheng's talent may be no less than that of Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan in later generations, but he has never had an opponent as equal as the two of them who put pressure on each other.
His swordsmanship almost stopped improving when he was in his mid-twenties, and he fell into a state of loneliness and difficulty finding opponents, just like Old Man Tianji in the past.
Therefore, the flying immortal he created has no advantage over the deadly fourteenth sword.
Not only did he not have the slightest advantage, but he was at an absolute disadvantage under Zhao Qing's sword moves that seemed to blend into the aura of heaven and earth.
Exhaustion, depletion, death... this is what he sensed from the sword a few feet away.
It was a very strange feeling, as if it was destined that he should die by this sword.
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Ye Gucheng did not die under this sword after all.
Suddenly, Zhao Qing's sword force deviated by an inch or two, and it hit the tip of Ye Gucheng's sword.
Of course, Zhao Qing's purpose was not to kill Ye Gucheng. Moreover, killing people to satisfy his swordsmanship instinct of the Fourteen Deadly Swords would only reduce his mastery of sword moves.
She has already thought that if she creates the fifteenth sword and can master it perfectly, this ultimate sword mastery will mean that she has achieved the goal of entering this dream.
Therefore, when Zhao Qing broke through the Flying Immortal, she naturally lost some speed and strength.
At the same time, the moment Zhao Qing touched the tip of his sword with the tip of his sword, Ye Gucheng seemed to have a lightning strike in his heart!
Along with the lightning that tore open a person's heart, Ye Gucheng thought of a lot in an instant!
He suddenly remembered a lot of things. He remembered the hard training every morning and dusk, the blood that his opponent shed under his sword, and the blue sea and sky, the sunshine as bright as gold, and the beauty as white jade. The floating clouds...
But because of "Tao", because of the way of swordsmanship that can only be understood in loneliness and hardship, he must get used to loneliness and isolation from the world.
Ye Gucheng's life is the sword, and the sword is Ye Gucheng's life.
So, what will happen after everything fades and the life of the sword dies?
Ye Gucheng stared closely at the tip of Zhao Qing's sword, and the frost in his heart seemed to have melted in an instant!
He suddenly did something that no one could have expected!
Ye Gucheng actually dropped the sword in his hand at this moment!
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Ye Gucheng abandoned his sword and fluttered to the ground.
Zhao Qing put away his sword, held his breath and concentrated, his eyes full of thinking.
A peerless sword forged from overseas cold iron elites with blown hair was inserted into the bluestone paved on the ground with a "chi" sound. It penetrated into the ground for a few feet and aroused a dazzling cold light.
There is no doubt that Ye Gucheng has lost.
Except for Hua Manlou, everyone present could see clearly that at the last moment, Ye Gucheng was forced to throw down his sword under the pressure of Zhao Qing's sword moves.
But they also saw that Ye Gucheng's face did not show the pain, anger, and shame caused by being forced to abandon the sword, but was calm and indifferent.
Ye Gucheng did not pick up the sword immediately, but looked at Zhao Qing in front of him and asked, "What kind of sword technique is this?"
Zhao Qing stared into his eyes, and an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he replied: "The fourteen deadly swords."
Ye Gucheng suddenly sighed and said, "This is not your sword."
Zhao Qing nodded and said: "Yes, I have another sword technique of my own." The basic framework of the Fourteen Deadly Swords was not created by her, so naturally it cannot be regarded as purely her own sword technique.
Rather than relying purely on his own swordsmanship, he was unable to achieve a complete blend of form and spirit in the display of his sword intent. There was a hint of stagnation, which was noticed by Ye Gucheng.
Ye Gucheng looked at the sword in her hand and said dullly: "Your own swordsmanship is not complete."
Zhao Qing nodded and said, "However, now, your swordsmanship is also incomplete."
The faces of the spectators varied. Only Mu Taoren, who has the best swordsmanship and has read many ancient books on weekdays, had some vague guesses. The others were at a loss and felt that the conversation between the two was unfathomable.
In fact, Zhao Qing noticed that after the battle between the two sides, Ye Gucheng's kendo realm had reached a new breakthrough, and he had half-stepped into the realm of "no sword, no self, sword and self".
This kind of breakthrough is extremely rare and rare, and it has touched upon the concept of "god".
"God" cannot be seen or found. When He is about to come, He comes suddenly. But the person who understands must first reach the state of "no one, no self, no forgetfulness" before it can come.
Just as Xie Xiaofeng was on his deathbed, he finally figured out how to crack the fourteenth fatal sword.
Ye Gucheng may have figured out how to crack the fatal fourteenth sword, or he may not have figured it out.
But no matter what, his swordsmanship level must have improved, and the originally flawless Tianwai Feixian became no longer "complete", allowing him to incorporate new concepts.
However, Zhao Qing's gains from this battle were by no means less than Ye Gucheng's.
In the process of fully integrating the sword intention into the fourteenth sword, she also gained a new understanding and added a key step to her own swordsmanship.
The dusk was dim and the evening breeze was blowing. The sword energy and sword intent that had just been raging in all directions had completely dissipated.
Only a few people knew that a sword fight that could shock the martial arts world had just taken place in this Zen temple, which was not grand and glorious.
Zhao Qing sheathed the long sword and returned it to Gusong layman. She just looked quietly at the bright oval moon that had just risen in the sky. Through the misty clouds in the distance, she seemed to see a bright fifteen full moon.
The moon waxes and wanes, the yin and yang, the five elements, the swordsmanship, and the way of the sword are floating in her heart.
The breeze blew by, blowing Zhao Qing's soft hair, floating from the back of his head to his cheeks.
But at this moment, Ye Gucheng's voice broke the silence in the Zen courtyard: "Miss Zhao Qing, since your swordsmanship is not complete, why not fight again and complement each other?"
No one thought that Ye Gucheng, who had been defeated by Zhao Qingjian for less than half a stick of incense, would suddenly propose a fight again without even the slightest delay.
Zhao Qing's eyes turned from the distant stars and moon back to Ye Gucheng. The sword inserted in the ground suddenly glowed with a faint brilliance.
She smiled slightly and said: "Okay. I plan to create ten swords of heaven. There are still eight swords missing from the ten swords. In today's second battle, maybe I can add one more sword."
Based on the five elements of flowing light, Zhao Qing planned to create ten swords of heavenly stems to divide the five elements of yin and yang. When she was in the world of Liancheng Jue, she had already developed "Yi Mu's Light" as one of her swords; just after the battle, she merged the fourteen deadly swords and took their essence and named it "Ji Tu Wen Xin".
Cao Chuang's Ten Heavenly Stems Swords may not be as powerful as Yan Shisan's Fifteen Deadly Swords, but Zhao Qing believes that as she acquires more and more martial arts, her sword skills become stronger and stronger, and she can completely surpass and defeat her. Pass.
Originally, she had the idea of taking the practice of the fifteen deadly swords as her main goal at the moment, but at this moment, she finally chose to put it behind and put her own swordsmanship first.
Ye Gucheng looked at Zhao Qing and showed an indifferent smile, saying: "I plan to divide the 'Tianwai Feixian' into two swords, 'Tianwai' and 'Feixian', and then merge them. Two swords against two swords, how?"
Zhao Qing said: "'Tianwai'? 'Flying Immortal'?"
Ye Gucheng said: "Not bad."
Zhao Qing asked: "Which came first, 'Tianwai'? Or did 'Flying Immortal' come first?"
Ye Gucheng replied: "There is 'god' first, and then there is heart."
Zhao Qing didn't speak anymore.
She just lightly stamped her foot on the bluestone on the ground. As her strength penetrated and inspired, the sword that was stuck in the ground about ten feet suddenly soared into the air, drawing a silvery-white arc in mid-air, and it happened to fall into the ground. into the hands of Ye Gucheng.
At the same time, the shocked Gusong layman next to him stroked his short beard and took the initiative to hand over the sword.
The two men already had their swords in hand, but the atmosphere was completely different from the first time they fought.
The next battle will obviously be even more shocking.
