The two exchanged another thousand moves. Yang Qingxuan was wounded by the sword energy from time to time. His defense was getting harder and harder.
At this moment, the sky was filled with twinkling stars. Moonlight sprinkled down from the sky.
Sword energy crisscrossed the bamboo forest, forming a circle of light that reflected the stars and moon.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Another series of sword energy clashed, sending sparks flying. Yang Qingxuan had a few more sword wounds on his body.
Ding Yuan's sword intent grew more and more carefree. It was like a dense net of silk that enveloped him, making it impossible to dodge.
Bang, bang, bang!
Yang Qingxuan struck out more than ten times. At the same time, he retreated with sword steps. Only then did he manage to block the attacks.
"Impossible! Everything in the world has its own dao. Unless one is one with the dao, there's no way there's no flaw. It's just that my sword intent is too weak to find it. "
Yang Qingxuan was depressed. The more they fought, the more tired he became. He had to admit that his opponent's sword intent was crushing him. There was no way he could find a way to break through.
After a few more hours, the stars in the sky began to fade. The vault of heaven became deep and dark.
Ding Yuan had completely taken the initiative. The gap between them widened.
Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng were also nervous. They knew the outcome was about to be decided.
The two looked up at the sky. The Milky Way was fading away. The darkest moment before dawn had arrived. Yang Qingxuan wouldn't be able to hold out until dawn.
"Ten thousand and seventy-third move!"
"Ten thousand and seventy-fourth move!"
Ding Yuan suddenly shouted. "You should be proud that you can break ten thousand moves against me. We'll decide the victor in thirty moves!"
After fighting for a day and a night, the two knew each other's sword intent like the back of their hands.
Yang Qingxuan was also an arrow at the end of its flight. Ding Yuan's thirty moves was a very conservative number because Yang Qingxuan's tenacity had exceeded his expectations. Thus, he gave a very reliable range.
In Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng's eyes, Yang Qingxuan could only last ten more moves, let alone thirty.
"F * ck!"
Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth and cursed. He withdrew his sword and drew a circle in front of his body to protect his vital points.
Bang!
Yang Qingxuan's palm split open as Ding Yuan chopped down and scattered his sword circle. Yang Qingxuan was forced to retreat several steps.
Ding Yuan shouted, "It's over!"
Another sword slash came at him, endless and never-ending.
"A little bit of Great Spirit can bring you joy for a thousand miles!"
Ding Yuan had immersed himself in this cross for more than thirty years. All of his comprehensions were contained in this move. Thousands of sword lights surged forward like a tidal wave.
Yang Qingxuan's pupils constricted. The sword was magnified in his eyes and was broken down into countless sword moves.
The strokes of the ten words flashed through his mind like lightning. At the same time, the three words "Fighting Ghosts and Gods" appeared in his mind. The powerful and domineering sword intent seemed to pour out from the Sword Tomb.
The sword moves Yang Qingxuan used the most were "Wind and Cloud Rise" and "Thunder Shock" of the Three Styles of Wind and Thunder. However, without the third style, he couldn't fully express the will of wind and thunder.
The stars were receding and dawn was about to break. The entire world was plunged into endless darkness.
Ding Yuan's sword was like a clap of thunder that cut through the night. It wanted to separate heaven and earth and dispel the clouds to see the sun.
Enlightenment flashed through his mind. He grasped at the air, and the Fighting Ghosts and Gods flew out from the Sword Tomb and into his hand.
A sharp sword essence spread out from it.
With the divine sword in hand, Yang Qingxuan brandished his sword. "Wind and Cloud Rise," "Thunder Shock," "Thunder Shock," "Thunder Shock," "…" He stood with his sword in hand.
In a flash, he disappeared into the boundless darkness. Even his sword had no luster. It was as if he had always been one with the night.
Ding Yuan was shocked. His pupils constricted as shock filled his eyes.
The person in front of him didn't seem to exist anymore. The enemy he faced wasn't a single person, but the entire night before dawn!
Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng both trembled. They sensed that Yang Qingxuan's sword intent was almost one with the inky darkness of the world.
Qing Buli blurted out, "Borrow the momentum!"
Yang Qingxuan's eyes widened. They were like two stars in the darkness. "Take this," he said coldly, "and we'll settle this with the third style."
"The long river falls, and the morning stars sink!"
The Fighting Ghosts God drew an arc in the air, and the Noble Qi spread out all over the sky. It was as fast as the wind. The endless night condensed at this moment and appeared behind Yang Qingxuan. It was as if the whole world was just a reflection of him.
"Boom!"
The two swords clashed. Sword energy spread out.
Ding Yuan's sword was like the first light of dawn, but it was finally suppressed by the darkness. Yang Qingxuan's sword, on the other hand, gathered the endless darkness of the sky and crushed that ray of hope!
"Boom!"
The two sword intents exploded. Awe-Inspiring energy swept through the world. The moment they clashed, both of them spat out a mouthful of blood and were sent flying.
Large swaths of bamboo were destroyed. Countless bamboo leaves flew into the air and fell.
Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng stared blankly at the scene in front of them. There were still clear marks where the sword energies had met. Dawn had broken on Ding Yuan's side, and the first rays of the morning sun had risen. Yang Qingxuan's side was still shrouded in darkness.
Their sword intents surged and cut the sky open!
Gulp.
Lu Jiangpeng swallowed with difficulty. "Who, who won?"
He couldn't see the outcome of the last attack.
Qing Buli's mouth was also agape. After a while, he said, "It doesn't matter who won or lost."
Lu Jiangpeng paused, then understood. Yang Qingxuan's talent was enough to see that he could fight Ding Yuan to this extent. The outcome was indeed not important.
The darkness dissipated. The first ray of sunlight shone into the forest, adding warmth.
Qing Buli looked up at the horizon. "No one in the Northern Five Nations can stop his rise."
Ding Yuan stood up from the bamboo forest. His face was completely pale. The web between his thumb and forefinger was cracked. Blood flowed to the bones of his right hand, which held the sword, and dripped to the ground.
Yang Qingxuan didn't have it easy either. His robe had long since turned red. He sat on the ground and forced himself to stand.
The two stared at each other from dozens of feet away.
Ding Yuan suddenly said, "You won."
Yang Qingxuan shook his head. "No, you won. Even though I turned the situation around, I still couldn't defeat you. I lost."
Ding Yuan sighed. "You comprehended such a terrifying move in the face of danger and borrowed the power of heaven and earth. No one can compare to this talent. Your sword intent is no longer below mine. If we fight again, I have no chance of winning. So, I've lost in the end. "
Yang Qingxuan said solemnly, "Dean Ding's sword intent is divine. I'm ashamed of my inferiority."
Ding Yuan sighed. "No need to be humble. The entire Northern Five Nations, even the Xuanye Continent, will be your world. Sigh, I'm getting old. "
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