"If it can be broken, then it cannot be followed."
This was Liu Bai's answer, and it was also the logic that the experts were used to.
Second Brother actually had the same idea. His iron sword was his own rule, but he was best at breaking other people's rules. So he continued to ask, "Since you want to break it, why not?"
Only he and Liu Bai understood the meaning of this sentence. At the very beginning, Liu Bai had already given his answer, but that answer could not explain his Second Senior Brother.
Liu Bai looked at the sky and did not say anything.
Since there was no answer, he could only continue. In the end, he still had to use the sword to discuss the matter.
"The way of the sword is divided into sword and technique, and technique is divided into power and technique."
"Force is psychokinesis, technique is the means."
"When I first entered the Awareness State, I saw the surging Yellow River. My Psyche Power was the strongest in the world. I've been practicing the sword for three days, and I've left nothing out in eight thousand directions around me. Even a rainstorm can't touch my clothes. I'm the strongest in the world. "
Liu Bai looked at Jun Mo and said, "If we were to fight on a normal day, you would definitely lose. However, in the past two days, you have killed a thousand riders with your sword and your Qi has been growing. You have a ninety-one chance of winning. Now that you have defeated Ye Su, your sword will has reached its peak, so it is eighty-two. However, the way of the sword is not based on numbers, so you will definitely lose today."
"Since it's not a matter of numbers, why bother counting?"
Second Brother said, "I've always believed that a battle that hasn't started can't be decided."
Liu Bai laughed and praised, "Good spirit."
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Jun Mo had already walked to the middle of the field and was some distance away from the exit of the Verdant Canyon. In front of him were scattered arrows and more than 200 swords that looked like dead branches in autumn.
These swords were of different styles. The only thing they had in common was that these swords no longer had an owner.
The battle of the Verdant Canyon had been going on for more than two days. He had blocked the continuous attacks of hundreds of cultivators and seized more than two hundred swords. These swords were stuck in the field like a sword grave, lifeless.
Today, when he walked into the graveyard of swords, the two hundred swords seemed to sense something and trembled slightly, like tree branches being blown by the wind, forming a forest of swords.
It was very much like the forest of swords in the depths of the Academy meadow.
Jun Mo stood in the forest of swords with a solemn expression and raised the iron sword in his hand.
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Liu Bai looked at the forest of swords quietly. He looked at the tall and straight man in the forest. His right hand stretched out his wide sleeve and held the hilt of his sword. The ancient sword at his waist was silent.
His palms were wide and thick, and his fingers were long and slender, which was most suitable for holding a sword. He gripped the hilt tightly, and there was not a single gap between them. It was as if his hand and the hilt had always been connected.
The ancient sword in the scabbard vibrated slightly, letting out a joyful whistle.
When he grasped the hilt, the sword in the scabbard became a part of his body. In other words, his body became an extension of the sword, and the two could no longer be separated.
Grasping the sword with one's hand did not mean that the sword was in one's hand.
When Liu Bai drew his sword, it could also be a thousand miles long.
Not walking the path of mediocrity and only walking the path of absolute power did not mean that he had to choose only one of the two sword controlling methods. Back then, Liu Bai might have wavered, but now that he had reached the consummate realm, he was no longer troubled by this problem. How could the Enlightened Sword Heart be covered in dust? He could choose at will.
No one knew which sword controlling method he would choose today.
People only knew that when he drew his sword, no one could withstand it, because his sword was the fastest. Except for the Abbey Dean and Eldest Brother who were in the Limitless State, and the Chief Monk of Scripture who could resist it with his body, no one else was worth mentioning.
There was a universal truth: if Liu Bai drew his sword first, he would win.
Jun Mo did not let Liu Bai draw his sword first. He chose to draw his sword first.
Even if the iron sword was drawn first, it still might not work.
Because Liu Bai's sword was too fast, so fast that it could reach first even though it was drawn later, Jun Mo did not choose to let the iron sword break through the air. Instead, he held the iron sword and swung it forward.
Just like every time he swung his sword in the past two days.
There was no expression on his face, and his Academy uniform did not tremble at all. The wide and straight iron sword swung out with his sleeves naturally. It did not roll up any clouds, but rolled up countless auras of Heaven and Earth.
There was no enemy, so where should the iron sword hit?
There was indeed no enemy in front of him.
But apart from the autumn wind, there were more than two hundred sword hilts stuck in the ground. There was a forest of swords.
The iron sword swung into the forest of swords, and hit a waste sword.
That waste sword was deeply stuck in the field. It suddenly received a heavy blow, and the sword hilt shattered.
The sword body was bent to the extreme.
The majestic power that came from the iron sword was like a hurricane that pulled it out of the soil.
There was a shrill sound of air being cut. The waste sword turned into a sword light and flew towards the south.
Jun Mo continued to swing the iron sword.
The way he swung his sword was as natural as ever.
Every iron sword carried the power of Heaven and Earth.
Every time he swung his sword, there would be a waste sword in the field that flew through the air. It was as powerful as a crossbow!
Whether it was sword momentum or swordsmanship, his realm was lower than Liu Bai's.
No matter what sword technique he used, he could not be stronger than Liu Bai, nor could he be faster than Liu Bai's sword.
So he chose a method that no one would have thought of.
He did not hold his sword and move forward, nor did he fly away. Instead, he swung his sword.
He waved his sleeves. It was not a slash, a slash, or a stab. It was a smash, or rather, a hit.
He gathered the Qi of Heaven and Earth between the green mountains into the iron sword and struck the waste sword on the ground.
He used the power of the green mountains to help the sword fly through the air.
Only in this way could he be faster than Liu Bai's sword.
It was for the green mountains.
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In front of the Verdant Canyon, there were countless shrill sounds of swords.
Dozens of swords leaped up from the blood-stained field like stones that had been hit hard. They turned into dozens of sword lights and instantly disappeared. When they reappeared, they were already in front of the horse carriage!
Flying swords were a way for cultivators to use their Psyche Power to control the Qi of Heaven and Earth and indirectly control their natal flying swords. For a powerful cultivator like Liu Bai, his heart was in the sword and he could cut people's heads from thousands of miles away.
Jun Mo's Hit of the Green Mountains directly used the Qi of Heaven and Earth on the sword. He skipped the part of Psyche Power and turned the power of nature into a terrifying speed of the sword.
The speed of the swords before the Verdant Canyon had already exceeded the cultivators' imagination of flying swords. No one had ever thought of controlling a sword like this, nor had they seen such a fast flying sword.
These swords were so fast that the air in the field began to wail. They were so fast that the naked eye and perception could no longer capture their traces. They were so fast that it was as if they had disappeared!
They were so fast that Liu Bai was not confident that he could fly out before these flying swords.
So he did not control the flying sword. Instead, he drew his sword.
The sword in his hand looked very ordinary, and there were even some traces of rust on it.
Because he had not drawn his sword for many years.
No one would have thought that Liu Bai's first sword would be defense.
Liu Bai did not expect it either.
Because he did not expect that there was someone in the world who could think of a way faster than his sword.
If it had been any other time, he would have praised and even admired Jun Mo's power.
But at this time, he had to look serious because he had to face these swords.
He was forced to defend.
He had to defend.
Therefore, he held his sword horizontally.
The ancient sword was placed horizontally in front of him. It was not a bow, but a sword will.
This sword will was like the ancient sword itself, absolutely straight and did not tremble in the autumn wind.
Only a magnificent city built on solid granite could have such a feeling.
His sword was rusty, straight and indestructible, like an old city wall that had withstood the erosion of thousands of years of wind and rain. It looked dilapidated but was actually still as strong as ever.
At this moment, Jun Mo's first sword had arrived.
The abandoned sword no longer felt lifeless. The blade of the sword rubbed against the slightly cold autumn air and glowed. It was not a warm red light, but a cold light.
The tip of the sword pierced through many layers of air and vibrated at a high speed. Even if there was a thick iron plate in front of it, it would be directly broken by the high-speed vibration.
The sword was about to reach Liu Bai.
It was about to meet the horizontal rusted sword.
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It sounded like the collective ringing of the ancient bells before the Lanke Temple was destroyed.
It sounded like a naughty child throwing a stone into a calm lake.
A voice sounded in the air in front of Liu Bai.
That voice was very clear, but also very far away.
It sounded like a piece of paper being torn.
It also sounded like a piece of paper being wet by the rain and then being crumpled into a ball and thrown under the desk.
The abandoned sword with unimaginable speed and power entered the air in front of Liu Bai and suddenly stopped.
It did not meet the horizontal rusted sword. It was one foot away from it.
It did not even touch Liu Bai's body.
In front of Liu Bai, there seemed to be an invisible barrier.
Jun Mo's sword with Qing Shan was stuck in this barrier.
This barrier was the sword intent of the horizontal sword. It was the city wall.
Jun Mo's second sword with Qing Shan followed closely.
It also hovered in front of Liu Bai, unable to pierce through the barrier.
No one saw that the rusted sword in front of Liu Bai was slightly bent.
Although the degree of bending was so small that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.
Then came the third sword.
The fourth sword.
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Dozens of swords broke through the air like lightning and then hovered in front of Liu Bai.
Every time the sword came, the rusted sword in Liu Bai's hand would bend a little.
Until the end, the rusted sword made an obvious bend.
However, there was no sign of it breaking.
That was because the sword had suddenly become soft.
The sword in his hand was no longer the mottled old city wall, but the river under the city wall.
The moat.
The river water was gentle, but it could protect a majestic city.
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None of the dozens of swords could pierce through the invisible barrier and stood still in the air.
This scene looked very strange and shocking.
It seemed that there was a forest of swords in the air in front of Liu Bai.
These swords were very close to his body, and the sharp sword tips with cold light almost touched his eyes.
Anyone in this situation would probably feel afraid.
But the expression on Liu Bai's face was still so calm.
Because his sword was in his hand.
Then these swords could not get close to his body.
Not close.
Not far.
One foot away.
This was the one foot in front of Liu Bai.
This was his world.
This was the world of the sword in his hand.
Wind could enter, so could rain.
Other swords could not enter.
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(I'm really going to vomit blood. I'll continue to write more. I don't know when the update will be.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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