Zhao Mingyuan's sword certainly did not disappoint.
This sword is like a startling giant, like a stream of light, like the morning light that separates the sky and the earth, making it impossible for people to look directly at it.
This sword doesn't seem to be very fast. Every detail and every change can be clearly seen by onlookers.
But in fact, this sword was as powerful as thunder and as fast as lightning. In an instant, it was in front of Ximen Chuixue.
This unnatural sight made everyone watching the battle almost want to vomit blood, as if their brains could not bear the huge amount of information.
When he looked closely, he saw that this sword had already intersected with Ximen Chuixue's long sword.
But the two swords did not stalemate for a moment, like a hot knife thrust into butter, Zhao Mingyuan's sword effortlessly cut off the sword in Ximen Chuixue's hand, and the remaining force went straight to Ximen Chuixue's heart.
And Ximen Chuixue's energy and spirit seemed to have been cut off along with the sword in his hand. He didn't even dodge or dodge the sword thrust into his chest.
Although this sword was swift, Ximen Chuixue's sword was blocked, and the remaining power was somewhat exhausted. If he tried his best to dodge, even if he could not avoid this sword, he might still be able to avoid the vital point in his heart.
However, Ximen Chuixue had already used all his strength in the sword strike just now. At this time, when the forward force had been exhausted and the back force had not yet been used, there was no strength left to dodge.
Ximen Chuixue has gone through hundreds of battles since he entered the world, and countless people have fallen under his sword.
Now, he has finally met with this calamity.
However, Ximen Chuixue was also lucky.
He was filled with a sense of satisfaction at this time, because he saw a higher realm of swordsmanship. Such a perfect, such a terrifying sword.
It would be an honor for the swordsman to die under this sword.
Therefore, Ximen Chuixue used the last bit of strength to puff up her chest, close her eyes, and prepare to welcome her glory and end.
Ximen Chuixue suddenly felt a pain in her chest, and a chill penetrated her heart.
Maybe this is what death feels like.
However, there was no other feeling after that.
When Ximen Chuixue opened his eyes, he found that the tip of Zhao Mingyuan's sword had stopped on his chest. The sharp tip of the sword had even cut through his spotless white shirt and reached his heart.
This was also the reason why he felt stinging, but he was indeed not hurt at all, not even a drop of blood was shed.
Ximen Chuixue understood that this was not only because Zhao Mingyuan did not want to kill him, but also showed that Zhao Mingyuan was extremely advanced and powerful, and his mastery of the power was superb.
Unlike when Ximen Chuixue fought with Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue's sword could be sent out but not retracted.
Zhao Mingyuan's sword was as powerful as thunder when it was released, like water slurry bursting out of a silver bottle when it was broken, and the iron cavalry protruding from the sword and gun.
This was already very commendable, but what was even more frightening was that he was able to completely control such a powerful sword and use it like an arm without hurting anyone.
This is already a higher level than killing Ximen Chuixue with one sword.
This also shows that Zhao Mingyuan's realm is far beyond that of Ximen Chuixue.
After a long time, Zhao Mingyuan put away his sword.
Ximen Chuixue sighed: "They say I am the God of Swords, but how can I be worthy of being the God of Swords? Only your sword can really be called a God. This is probably the pinnacle of swordsmanship, right?"
Zhao Mingyuan was quite proud.
No matter who is praised by Ximen Chuixue, they will be happy.
But when it comes to the pinnacle of swordsmanship, this is naturally far from it.
However, if it were in this world, the peak of swordsmanship would probably be at this level.
Ximen Chuixue seemed to have something to say and was unhappy.
Probably because he had never lost before, he suddenly talked a little too much. It seemed that even the demeanor of the original sword god was no longer there. He seemed to have more emotions and desires, and became more like a human being.
But Ximen Chuixue said sadly: "It's a pity that you are not concentrating on the way of swordsmanship."
In this regard, Zhao Mingyuan said: "The way of swordsmanship is inherently broad and has never been exclusive to pure people. It's just that pure people have always been focused on nothing else and are more likely to achieve success in swordsmanship, so they give people such misunderstandings." "
Looking at Ximen Chuixue's disappointed and gloomy eyes, Zhao Mingyuan turned around and said, "However, although I am proficient in all eighteen kinds of weapons, my favorite is still the sword."
After hearing this, Ximen Chuixue couldn't help but laugh.
Yes, if you don't love swords and don't spend a lot of time and energy on swords, how could you reach such a state?
Ximen Chuixue's frustration could not help but lighten a bit.
The heroes watching the battle couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that the winner was decided.
But more of it is a feeling of loss.
Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship has already made them feel that it is insurmountable in their lifetime.
And seeing Zhao Mingyuan's sword skills made them feel like they would never use their swords again.
After all, people can still muster the courage to catch up if they can see the gap.
But how can we bridge the gap between heaven and earth?
On the way down the mountain, Zhao Mingyuan was alone in front, with the heroes following from a distance, but they were all discussing the battle.
Even though many people bet on Zhao Mingyuan's victory, they also won a lot of money. At this time, no one mentioned the gambling game, as if they thought it was a blasphemy against the unprecedented battle just now.
Some people even feel that Zhao Mingyuan's title of "Golden Young Master" is no longer consistent with his identity.
The heroes all agreed in unison and started discussing in a low voice behind Zhao Mingyuan's back.
Before he even got off the mountain, Zhao Mingyuan got another title: "Sword Demon".
Of course, this is not to belittle Zhao Mingyuan, but to say that Zhao Mingyuan's swordsmanship is simply incomprehensible to ordinary people. It is like a demon and an illusion, making it impossible for people to understand, so he has this title.
Zhao Mingyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. This was because his identity as the leader of the Western Demon Cult had not been made public, otherwise this title would be dead.
But he didn't care.
After all, now even Ximen Chuixue has been defeated by his sword, and the only one in this world who can rival him is Wu Ming.
Next, Zhao Mingyuan was ready to fight Wu Ming. Regardless of life or death, Zhao Mingyuan would leave this world.
Thinking of this, Zhao Mingyuan couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness.
Is this the so-called coldness at high places?
But it's different. I know that there is a higher world, there are more masters, and martial arts and swordsmanship will never reach their peak.
But Zhao Mingyuan was so lonely.
Listening to the busy discussion behind him, even though they might be discussing himself, Zhao Mingyuan couldn't get into the atmosphere at all and just felt that they were noisy.
A person walks alone, even if there are countless people following behind him, no one can walk with him, and no one can talk to him.
Even if he is a close friend or a beautician, Zhao Mingyuan cannot talk to them about many things.
Thinking of this, Zhao Mingyuan's feeling of loneliness became even stronger.
(End of chapter)
