At the edge of the sword, he cut off the surging sword dragon with a single blade. Mias, who barely escaped from the crack in the water, raised his head with a bitter look on his face and looked at the sky full of hurt. The horrifying scene above, the trembling pupils suddenly contracted in unbelievable shock.
At that moment, a large number of sword shadows gathered on the top of Balong's head, and under the control of wisdom, they reorganized into a giant sword that was as big as a mountain. Then the giant sword split again, two transformed into four, and four gave birth to eight; eight turned into a hundred, and a hundred gave birth to eight. Do tens of thousands, countless.
Under the vast expanse of blue sky, countless green sword shadows, large and small, are like a treasure mirror falling into thousands of fragments in the middle of the lake. Each piece reflects the proud figure of the man. At the same time, the two sword dragons penetrating the sky and the earth appear again. Emerging from the lake, a huge dragon's body curled up behind it and roared toward the sky.
There was an unprecedented sense of oppression. Although Mias had already come into contact with many Shuinen-ryu cultivators before, even the strongest among those guys were far behind compared to the person in front of him.
In Mias's view, even if he can overcome the "high mountain" in front of him by his own efforts, there is still a "god" standing on the top of the dome, covered by clouds and fog, making it difficult to see clearly.
"It seems like this is the end of it?"
With a sigh, Mias stood still under the reflection of thousands of fragments, his vigilant eyes paying attention to the unparalleled man with a sword hanging in the air, holding a dagger in his hand, and his anticipation was beyond words.
Looking at the wavering figure below, Barong's expression remained unmoved. Although the fierce battle outside was still continuing, what he saw was nothing more than a meaningless struggle.
He can defeat the opponent with pure skills, but this is not necessary. If the opponent cannot even touch the true meaning of Shui Nianliu, then this contest that continues to this moment will be meaningless.
In front of him, from the illusory existence, Barong saw some fragments of himself.
Why didn't the sword heart come true? No more doubts.
The so-called flow of water thoughts——
There is a move to win without a move, and there is a sword even if there is no sword.
The sword energy comes from the will, and the sword is transformed by the gods. This is the true meaning of it.
Understanding the mystery, Barong rotates the heart of the sword, making the lake in his heart freeze into ice.
Thoughts sink into the water, and the sword is like thousands of turbulent undercurrents; looking at it from a high position, the inner lake above it is still as clear as a mirror, reflecting all things.
Carrying thousands of swords on his back, Barong took a step forward with the same indifferent expression as before.
"Even so, the sublimation of ideological realm is not the path I pursue."
A man's thoughts are like falling leaves, gently floating on the lake of sword heart, rippling with little waves.
The clear sword mind that has been practiced for more than a hundred years is calm and calm, but a single thought of kindness can also set off a wave of anger.
All martial arts are proficient but not perfect. What you get by abandoning the basics and chasing the weak is neither possessed by a demon nor a virtual form.
That kind of state is not so much that his sword heart is not refined, but rather that it is his unique state of mind.
"Listen up, opening the sword and transforming the sword are interoperable. You are the one making moves, not the sword. Sticking to the form will only lead to passivity."
"Regardless of the meaning, are you kidding me?" Mias failed to realize the true meaning of Baron's words, or the urgency of the situation did not allow him to think too much.
The sword aimed at the neck was easily avoided by the opponent, and the hard-won counterattack opportunity was lost. The elf swordsman's violent attack followed one after another.
The scene keeps getting easier in Mias's eyes. Without a strong sword heart, it is difficult for him to withstand Baron's offensive. It is a double suppression of body and spirit. It is already too difficult for him to deal with only one pair, and the two The current situation that unfolded at the same time finally left him no room for resistance.
In the outside world, the magical sword energy was given a physical form, coupled with the rapidity of Beichen Yinliu. The respective advantages of the two schools were fully displayed under the leisurely pursuit of the elf swordsmen, making them unstoppable!
In the inner realm, the invisible sword energy transforms into the sword god, and the green sword intention emits the divine essence. Here, the man in the sky opens the sword shape, with the most water thought, with two of the five fingers of his left hand closed, and the right hand holds the blade on his shoulder, and the sword is powerful. The water dragon soars, there is no way to avoid it!
"Regardless of form and meaning...regardless of form and meaning..." The more urgent the situation became, the harder it was for Mias to calm down and think about the meaning of Baron's words.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze, and the surrounding scenes turned into black and white in Mias's eyes.
The short dagger in the hand sometimes becomes heavy and sometimes light. When it is lifted up, it looks like a towering mountain. A mysterious force is emitted invisibly, forcing the body of the dagger to bend; the sharp blade droops like it is stuck in a quagmire, unable to move. The force of the sword It turned into strands of strands and wrapped around its body, and then spun out from the heart, gradually climbing towards the hilt, body and even the tip of the sword.
"Regardless of form and meaning...regardless of form and meaning..." Mias muttered to himself like a demon. The invisible tear forced him to close his eyes, his body swayed, and his consciousness gradually floated on It was a dark place, without sound or light. Only the sword in his hand sometimes turned into a mountain, and he lifted its weight without fatigue or pain. Once again, he could hear the sound of a yellow bell ringing in his ears.
Mias suddenly woke up, and his hazy consciousness became clear. The mountain he was holding in his hands had turned into gurgling clear water at some point, with a bit of coolness seeping out between his fingers.
"I see!"
At that moment, Mias seemed to understand the true meaning of what Baron said, and his absent-minded eyes became radiant again.
However, it was too late for Wu Hui at this time. The sword light crushing from the sky had already forced him into a desperate situation.
"Crack~"
There was a crisp sound of cracking silk in the air, and at the same time, the water vapor surrounding the body suddenly dissipated, and the atmosphere was like a broken treasure mirror, falling apart from the crack between the two.
Mias's sight was frozen somewhere in the void and stopped moving. At the same time, the deadly hand knife that was about to be drawn out also lost all its strength and stagnated.
The scene of still water collapsed in front of Mias's eyes, and under the reflection of thousands of fragments, the elf swordsman stood proudly still, the sword in his hand was leveled, and the blade was only a few centimeters away from his throat. Mias swallowed.
"The reality is really annoying. Okay, you will win this time." Mias raised his hands and showed a joyless smile.
"What defeats me is not my martial arts, but my mind. This is where the flow of Shui Nian wins. You...the defeat is not unjust." The victory or defeat has been decided. The elf swordsman lowered his sword and held a sword flower in the air. , and then turned his back gracefully.
"The fact is that the skills are not as good as the people, but there are still many things to note."
Elena, who walked forward step by step, said this, smiled and patted Mias's right shoulder, which made Mias stunned for a while.
Although Baron's words were merciless, Elena knew that this was a compliment to Mias. At the same time, she saw Celica and the others approaching. Facing the worried looks of the four people, Elena showed a slight expression. He narrowed his eyes proudly.
"What do you mean, there are four more. Do you...continue?"
"Save it for next time. It's hard to win in a wheel battle, but as a rule we will show you the way."
