"Changes on the battlefield are often so unpredictable and caught off guard."
The person who said these words in Star Viewing Pavilion was not Xu Fang, who had always had a bad face, nor the hapless-faced Master Ci Huan, but actually the Giant-Eyed Heavenly Lord.
In [Eight-Sided Treasure Book], after the beholder appeared, due to some reasons, the screen never switched again.
Wuzhao watched all the way as he watched the four-eyed demon kill mortals, Dujue, Xiangxi, three evil old men, and four female red immortals from Qunfang Mountain, until he finally faced off against the Quanjing Sijian of the "Most Romantic Generation".
He was cutting through melons and vegetables all the way, and when he saw all four swords, only the last one was left.
In the dark jungle in the picture, three teenagers suddenly appeared.
There was no warning and no discussion between them. It seemed that the three young men made the decision on the spur of the moment. However, they acted with indescribable speed, accuracy and ruthlessness. They just chose the moment when the two demons of Yinyan showed their flaws.
When victory is imminent, a warrior is often at his weakest.
The two sound-eyed demons, just before they let out a cheer of victory, were stabbed through the abdominal cavity that made the sound in multiple places, and died of deflation.
The Giant-Eyed Heavenly Lord certainly regretted losing a demon, but he could also see at a glance that the strength of these three young men was too low. Even if they added the only remaining Quanjing sword, they would have absolutely no chance of winning four against three. .
Maybe, there is just the slightest chance?
Jumu Tianjun moved his eyes away from Lu Ran's face and returned to the dividing map in front of him. There was always a countdown number in the corner. At this time, it was showing that Haishi was about to end and a new day was coming. .
The final battle in [Futu] did not start according to the script, but started ahead of schedule.
Lu Ran and the other two succeeded with one strike, causing the remaining three demons' killing move to lose its accuracy. Feng Chui, the third remaining sword of Quan Jing's Four Swords, actually survived even though he didn't believe himself.
The three teenagers who suddenly appeared actually stood in front of him and blocked him.
Feng Chui has been practicing swordsmanship for more than two hundred years, and has long since tempered himself into a heart of stone that does not know joy or anger. For some reason, when he saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly burst into tears.
I could only hear the three young men still making jokes and talking about whether they should run away or fight.
The leader, who was young but had a world-weary face and bright eyes, looked back at himself and said, "Brother, this is not the time to cry. We still need you, one person and one sword, to help us." A helping hand.”
In a word, it's like drinking a glass of wine.
There was something that I had not figured out for two hundred years, and I suddenly figured it out.
In the year when he first learned swordsmanship, his master Yiyuan Tianjun once told him and his brothers that the essence of Quanjing Swordsmanship lies in the word "quan", which means "whole", which is collective and unified. It means abandoning personal will and putting one's own The swordsmanship becomes a part of the Quanjing Swordsmanship, and one's own person is used as a part of the Quanjing Swordsmanship, and one's own cultivation path becomes the path of Quanjing Swordsmanship.
When you become "one sword" among "thousands of swords", you will have a small success.
On the day when he became the "Red Immortal", he felt that he had finally become the "One Sword", but he was not happy and felt as if he had lost a lot at the same time.
Master said at this time that if you want to go further, you have to lose more, until you even lose yourself. This is the so-called "forgetfulness".
"Forgetting self" can lead to "full strength", "giving up self" can lead to "full body", and "selflessness" can lead to "full essence".
In a daze, he practiced for more than a hundred years. In the end, he forgot his family, hometown, and even his own name. He only had a code name, Fengchui, and he was the third best swordsman in Quanjing Swordsmanship. Sixteen swords. He began to feel that he was no longer a person, but a sword, a sword exactly like his senior brother.
To be more precise, the further back he went, the more he felt that he was part of a sword. Sometimes it was the hilt, sometimes it was the blade, and sometimes it was the edge. Later, he no longer felt that he was a person, but a part of the sword. A red fairy. He felt that he had become a sword energy.
His sword energy was practiced on the mountain along with other sword energy, and he went down the mountain to perform tasks, compete with fellow cultivators, or kill demons and kill people. Today, he has become more and more skilled and "selfless".
He has almost achieved what Master calls "selflessness". He almost doesn't know who he is, where he comes from, and he doesn't know that he is still a human being.
However, just now, following the tragic deaths of three senior brothers, a name suddenly appeared in his mind at the moment he was about to die. He kept thinking, who is this? Why do I think of this person before I die?
After that, the young man's words "one man, one sword, one arm" suddenly woke him up. It turned out that the name was none other than himself.
It turns out that I am not a sword light.
I am a person with a name.
Two hundred years ago, I was the same person as the three teenagers in front of me, with my own personality and, of course, my own name.
He looked at the black sword in his hand, and there were thousands of identical black swords on the One Yuan Island. Suddenly, a warm current surged in his heart, and an idea came from two hundred years ago, like a flash of lightning.
I, Ye Quansheng, want to be a swordsman.
I want to use the sword in my hand to become the fairy in my dreams.
"I, Ye Quansheng!"
He roared and came out with his sword, but blocked the three teenagers behind him.
"There is a sword——"
He raised the Quanjing Sword in his hand, but what he held was no longer the firmness of Quanjing's swordsmanship.
"I have a sword, not that I am in the sword!"
"Whether it's slaying demons, killing people, or becoming an immortal, it's me who becomes the sword immortal, not my sword!"
"I, Ye Quansheng! I have a sword——"
When he swung his sword, he gathered all his true energy that he had practiced hard for two hundred years. The sword energy was like time, and the sword intention was like the dawn.
This is no longer a fully refined swordsmanship, but a brand new swordsmanship.
Before the eyes of the three young men, they seemed to see countless fragments of broken time, including laughter and tears, love and hate, meeting and parting, happiness and sorrow, two hundred years of persistent hard work, and the innocent heart of an eighteen-year-old boy. .
The black sword of all essence was broken into tens of millions of pieces. Every sword that Ye Quansheng had practiced in his life, every sword light and sword intention, cut off time and shattered time.
In this life, at this moment, he appears in the swordsmanship at the same time.
Time passes, and time rushes.
A young man practices swordsmanship, and it’s hard to come back after he goes there.
For three hundred years, people have been acting like ghosts, and only one sword can be broken for a moment.
The sword energy was moving vertically and horizontally, and the sword's intention was also destroying the demons. Even the three demons who were extremely vicious and wanted revenge could not help but wait and pause for a moment.
They didn't understand why the sword swung by this man on the verge of death was more powerful and more terrifying than the swords swung out by the four people before.
"I, Ye Quansheng! I have a sword——"
Ye Quansheng looked at the empty space in his hand. The sword was broken and there was no sword in his hand. He read this sentence again, then suddenly laughed, turned back to the three young men and said: "Many years ago, I was thinking about this sentence. Take it, until now, I still haven’t thought that I have a sword, I have a sword, I have a face, what can I use it for? I can’t think of it!”
Lu Ran answered: "You can kill demons."
Yang Ya also said: "The disillusionment of time and space can be broken."
Hui Huan, who had been determined to be a swordsman since childhood, said: "Senior's swordsmanship is better than exquisite. Can I ask its name? Is there any sword manual passed down from generation to generation?"
Ye Quansheng shook his head: "This is the swordsmanship I just created myself. It doesn't have a name yet."
Seeing Hui Huan lowering his head and thinking, Ye Quansheng's eyes lit up and asked him again: "Have you ever learned it?"
Hui Huan raised his head, his eyes sincere and firm: "I...I...learned about six or seven points."
Ye Quansheng nodded with satisfaction: "That's good. If you dislike it, just learn it and give me a name."
Hui Huan shouted, and saw Ye Quansheng's eyes shining brightly, his face full of anticipation, and blood oozing out from the corners of his mouth, so he nodded seriously.
"I will!"
Ye Quansheng's heart suddenly moved, and with this excitement, he suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"I thought of it! I thought of it!"
"I have a sword-"
"I have a sword-"
"I have a sword that has been in this world before."
Motionless, the swordsman named Ye Quansheng maintained the posture of holding the sword, holding an empty "sword" in his hand, glaring fiercely at the three beholders in front of him, and a bunch of sword souls, leisurely in front of the three young men. Flying up, he flew into the [Lost Soul Cloud].
Some people died, but not completely...
