(Like looking at an abyss or a raging river. I wrote this chapter very nervously, so it was very slow and late. I will write more after this chapter, but it will still be very slow.)
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No matter how slow he walked, there would be a moment when he reached the end.
Liu Bai walked to the Verdant Canyon and stopped in front of Jun Mo.
He was more than one foot away from Jun Mo, but it was enough.
The so-called one foot in front of him was just a vague concept.
In fact, Liu Bai's absolute territory depended on his arm and the length of his sword.
Wherever he held the sword, it was the world of the strongest in the world.
The distance was perfect. It was neither too far nor too close, just right for him to cut.
Distance was a relative concept. It was very fair for the two of them, so Jun Mo naturally felt that it was perfect. So he did not even think about it. He raised the iron sword and cut toward Liu Bai.
He did not say anything, nor did he build up strength. He just swung the sword.
It was clean and even a bit bright and fresh.
It was just like the green mountains behind him that were still green in the late autumn.
The iron sword fell, like a green mountain falling on Liu Bai's head.
Liu Bai no longer held his sword horizontally, because his sword was also one foot in front of him.
This was his first sword strike in the truest sense.
Liu Bai's sword must be a sword.
When the rusted sword in his hand fell, the mottled rust instantly disappeared. The sword suddenly shone, reflecting the flowing clouds in the sky and the green mountains in the wilderness. It was extremely beautiful.
This sword seemed to take away all the light between heaven and earth and countless creation in nature.
It was incomparably brilliant.
The light could be dazzling, as bright as the sun, and people did not dare to look directly at it. However, this sword did not hurt the eyes of anyone watching the battle in the wilderness. Instead, people were intoxicated by it.
People were intoxicated by this beautiful and moving picture: the celadon sky, the silky clouds, the warm sunshine, the beautiful wilderness, and a surging river.
This river originated from the Wilderness. It was originally a trickling stream, stubbornly breaking through the mountains of the Yuelun Kingdom, flowing through the fertile soil and abundant rainwater in the primeval forest. It received countless tributaries of rainwater and became a big river, carrying the sand from the south. The river was dyed yellow, and it became more and more majestic.
The turbid waves were monstrous, and the yellow river water continuously slapped against the black cliff rocks, stirring up thousands of mud-like waves. It was as if ten thousand horses were roaring in it, and the sound was astonishing.
Between the black cliff rocks, a young man was practicing his swordsmanship. His expression was calm. The sound of the waves could not enter his ears, and the shaking of the cliff rocks could not move his footsteps at all. He was focused on nothing else.
Heaven and earth trembled and lost color, but no one knew whether it was because of the surging river or the person practicing swordsmanship by the riverside.
When Liu Bai entered the path of cultivation, he saw a surging river at the Initial Awareness State. Hence, he was recognized as a peerless genius by the cultivation world. Later on, he realized his swordcraft by the river, hence his swordcraft was called the Dahe Sword.
When the Dahe Sword was drawn, the river could be seen.
Liu Bai's sword was the river.
When he drew his sword, the river would appear.
Everyone who saw this river would eventually be swallowed by the raging river water.
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A big river with wide waves.
The muddy yellow water fell from the sky and became the Milky Way.
It was as if a hole had been pierced in the sky, and countless rivers outside the dome fell like waterfalls.
This river did not have any other aura, it was just powerful.
The great river came crashing down.
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Jun Mo's eyes suddenly brightened.
Looking at the turbid waves of the river, his eyes were still clear like a brook.
He also raised his eyebrows.
All these details proved that he was excited at this time.
He had always been a person who could hardly be excited. In the eyes of Ning Que and other Younger Brothers, he was a strict and old-fashioned man who would never be associated with excitement.
Ever since he defeated Ye Su, the expression on his face hadn't changed at all.
But this time, he was really excited.
Because when he saw the surging river, he found that he was actually afraid.
This emotion was very strange to him, so he was very excited.
He finally saw the most powerful sword in the world.
He waved the iron sword and chopped down at the river.
The wide and straight iron sword, with the power of Qing Shan, chopped heavily into the muddy and surging river.
The river suddenly split and rushed to the banks, revealing the bottom of the river full of sand and rocks.
The next moment, the river rushed back again, covering the sand and rocks.
Jun Mo waved the iron sword again.
The river split again.
He continued to wave the iron sword.
The river continued to split and then recovered.
There were many times when the iron sword hit the bottom of the river.
The iron sword cut deep sword marks in the mud at the bottom of the river, breaking thousands of rocks.
The sword and the rocks collided, making a dull sound.
It was like the sound of iron striking.
Jun Mo continued to wave the sword.
In a breath, hundreds of iron swords appeared.
But they could not stop the surging river from flowing southeast.
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The river continued to flow.
Liu Bai's sword also continued to move forward.
The river that fell from the sky was the most magnificent scene that could be seen in the human world.
Facing such a surging river, humans would subconsciously look up to it and then be intoxicated. Even if they woke up, they would not have the courage to resist because of despair.
This was the most powerful part of the Dahe Swordsmanship.
His sword did not borrow the power of Heaven and Earth.
His sword was a part of Heaven and Earth, and the most magnificent part.
At this moment, his sword was the concrete representation of Heaven and Earth!
In front of the river, Jun Mo could stand still and silently wave his sword to resist. He had already surpassed most cultivators in the world. However, the river was hard to stop, and this was far from enough.
Liu Bai's sword style arrived.
The river roared.
The wind roared.
The crown fell.
The bun scattered.
Jun Mo's black hair danced in the wind.
The uniform on his body had long since been cut into countless small holes, and his entire body was covered in blood.
But he did not feel embarrassed at all. He was still solemn, as if he was still attending the banquet.
The banquet was not over yet.
His expression was still focused, calm, and even a little dull.
He continued to wave the iron sword.
But this time, the iron sword was no longer swinging. It became very delicate.
It was as delicate as the embroidery needle in Mu You's hand.
Jun Mo began to embroider with the iron sword.
In an instant, the iron sword in his hand trembled countless times.
The river was Liu Bai's sword.
The wind and waves were the places where the iron sword and Liu Bai's sword had met hundreds of times.
Jun Mo carved words in the wind and carved flowers in the waves.
He wanted to use the smallest tools to carve the most magnificent rivers and mountains. He wanted to use the most silent method to decorate the most magnificent scene, just like how he used time and rain to polish the green stone under the eaves.
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In the battle of the Verdant Canyon, Jun Mo knew from the beginning that he would have to face Liu Bai.
Just as Liu Bai had said, he was not as good as Liu Bai in terms of sword momentum or swordsmanship.
He was not Liu Bai's opponent, so he had to find another way out.
Liu Bai had once written a letter to Ye Hongyu. There was a sword drawn on the letter.
Ning Que had seen the sword. He had made a copy in exchange for the Haoran Sword Technique and placed it at the back of the mountain of the Academy.
Before going south to the Verdant Canyon, Jun Mo had looked at the paper for a long time before deciding on the sword style.
This kind of sword style was completely opposite to his temperament.
But this was the only way he had come up with after careful consideration.
Just as Ning Que had said, the people in the Academy had always believed that if there was only one way left, it must be the best way.
Moreover, he had told Ye Su that after careful consideration, if a rule was reasonable, he would not give in even if there were thousands of people in front of him. This was etiquette.
So even if he wanted to oppose it, he still insisted.
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In order to defeat Liu Bai, Jun Mo had made ample preparations. He had displayed his swordsmanship to the fullest, from the most ferocious to the most subtle parts. This was indeed his most powerful moment.
But the Yellow River was still the Yellow River.
After all, Liu Bai was Liu Bai.
He was not a willow branch by the river, a shepherd boy under the willow, a wild man on a sheepskin raft, a widow pushed into the turbid waves, or a rock in the river.
He was the great river.
No matter how freely Jun Mo's sword style was, it was still inferior to this great river.
There was only a slight difference.
The words in the air were not finished, and the flowers in the waves were still a petal short.
The autumn wind closed the traces, and the waves restrained the sword flowers.
His sword broke through the iron sword and came to Jun Mo.
There was a soft swoosh.
Second Brother's right arm was cut off at the shoulder and fell into the mountains. No one knew where it landed.
The sword in Liu Bai's hand broke into two at the same time.
If he had been faster for a moment, Liu Bai's sword would have broken first.
Jun Mo could not be faster for a moment, so his right arm holding the iron sword was cut off.
Countless tiny sword cuts appeared on his body.
These small cuts were all from Liu Bai's sword style.
His Academy uniform was completely soaked, and blood kept dripping to the ground.
Blood gushed out from the broken arm like a raging river.
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Looking at Liu Bai in front of him, Jun Mo's face was very pale.
At this moment, his right arm was cut off, and the iron sword had flown away.
There was only half of the sword left in Liu Bai's hand.
A broken sword was still a sword, and it could still kill.
Liu Bai did not stop because he could not stop.
His sword was the Dahe Sword, and what fell was the river water. He could not stop until it was over.
What was done could not be undone.
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Liu Bai held the broken sword and slashed at Jun Mo.
The great river appeared again.
The surging of the Yellow River was even stronger than before.
Anyone who saw the great river would die.
No one in the world could resist this great river.
Because the water of the Yellow River came from the sky.
It flowed into the sea and never returned.
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The broken sword was getting closer.
One could even see the metal lines on the broken sword.
Jun Mo knew that he was wrong.
He had been wrong since the battle of Verdant Canyon.
More accurately, he had been wrong in the Academy.
He should not have looked at the paper or the sword.
He should not have thought about what Liu Bai would do before deciding what he should do.
That would make him lose his strongest thing.
Maybe that thing was called confidence, or pride.
He should only think about what he should do, just like he had done in the past few years.
What did it matter if his opponent was Liu Bai or someone else?
Jun Mo thought as he looked at the river rushing towards him.
If he did not look at the sword, it would disappear.
This sword made people intoxicated when they saw the great river, and they felt despair.
Then, it would disappear.
If he knew he was wrong, he had to correct it, no matter when or where.
So, facing the most powerful sword in the world, he closed his eyes.
The great river surged and fell from the sky, as if it was going to destroy the entire field in front of the green mountain.
Only he, who did not see this scene, did not feel the majesty of the great river.
The turbid yellow river water was everywhere. If he did not see it, he would not be there.
The broken sword in Liu Bai's hand slashed through the air.
This was the first time the Dahe Sword had slashed through the air since it was created.
Because the Yellow River water came from the sky.
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