No matter how vast the river was, it could not cover the whole world. But facing this river, no one could find a few dry mounds.
Jun Mo didn't look at the river, but he could feel it. Thus, he found a foothold in the surging river, turned his body slightly, and landed on that spot.
He opened his eyes again and watched the river flowing under his feet like time. He did not sigh like his teacher, but there was a bright luster in his eyes.
His cheeks were pale, but his expression was still so calm.
A clear whistle burst out from his lips.
It was like the cry of a young phoenix, or the first sound of a phoenix being reborn.
Jun Mo's black hair danced in the autumn wind.
He opened his arms and his sleeves fluttered in the wind.
Blood gushed out from his broken arm.
His Psyche Power gushed out wildly into the surroundings.
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Under the iron canopy of the Verdant Canyon, a sword in the grate felt the call of the wild Psyche Power. With a swoosh, it pierced through the cabinet and flew out of the canopy, towards the Wilderness.
In the southern field, in the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army Camp, countless exclamations suddenly broke out. Cultivators from various sects suddenly found that their Natal Swords were out of their control!
The crisp sound of friction rose and fell in the camp. It was the sound of swords and scabbards rubbing against each other. Countless flying swords flew out of their scabbards and flew toward the Verdant Canyon.
In the depths of the green mountain, several fallen leaves gently covered a large iron sword. A broken arm was still tightly holding the sword hilt. Suddenly, the iron sword trembled violently and flew up again!
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The world around the field was filled with Jun Mo's wild and majestic Psyche Power.
Countless swords, summoned by this Psyche Power, came from all directions, as fast as lightning. They instantly crossed a long distance and came to the Verdant Canyon, stabbing Liu Bai!
Liu Bai looked solemn. He put the broken sword in front of him and set up the Near World again.
Thousands of swords suddenly stopped in the autumn wind around him and hovered in the air.
There were so many swords that they formed a huge sword ball, blocking the sky and looking particularly cold.
It was full of killing intent.
This was the world of swords.
This was a world surrounded by swords.
Liu Bai was among thousands of swords.
He could not see the situation on the other side, and even his connection with the Qi of Heaven and Earth seemed to be cut off.
He could only calculate.
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Jun Mo gripped his own sword amidst thousands of swords.
He used his left hand.
There were swords everywhere in front of the Verdant Canyon. The Qi of Heaven and Earth was in chaos.
But he could accurately find his own iron sword.
This was because his right arm was still attached to the iron sword, unwilling to part with it.
Holding the iron sword was the same as holding his own severed arm.
He pulled out his iron sword and stabbed at Liu Bai, who was surrounded by thousands of swords.
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Liu Bai couldn't see it and couldn't calculate it clearly.
But he felt the sword.
This was the strongest sword he had ever seen in his life.
It was even more terrifying than the sword in the hands of the South Sea Sword God, who had given him the title of Sword Saint.
Liu Bai no longer hesitated.
He no longer held his sword horizontally. There were no more city walls or moats.
At the most critical moment, he only trusted the sword itself.
At this moment, Jun Mo had successfully stimulated all of his battle strength and arrogance.
He was confident that he was invincible.
In front of the Dahe Sword, anyone would be able to escape.
No matter how terrifying Jun Mo's sword was, it was impossible for it to be a match for him.
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Liu Bai drew his sword.
The great river surged across the plains.
He was the Sword Saint.
His sword was the saint of swords.
When he drew his sword, there was only one sword left in the world.
It was so close that it expanded.
Hundreds and thousands of swords suddenly scattered, flying towards the green mountains and plains.
There was nothing that could block Liu Bai's sight or his sword.
But there was still a sword in front of the Verdant Canyon.
The iron sword was held in Jun Mo's hand.
Then it was held in Jun Mo's hand.
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This sentence was not repeated.
It was the accurate reality.
The one holding the hilt was a severed arm.
Jun Mo held his severed arm.
The scene looked bloody, but it was meaningless.
Except that the iron sword seemed to have grown longer.
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Jun Mo drew his sword. He was focused and careful. Even though he was covered in blood, he did not waver.
Liu Bai drew his sword. He started later but arrived first. No one in the world could be faster than him.
However, there was only half a broken sword left in Liu Bai's hand.
The iron sword in Jun Mo's hand was a bit longer than usual.
There was a slight sound in front of the Verdant Canyon.
It was like a drop of water falling into a furnace and touching hot red charcoal.
The iron sword pierced into Liu Bai's chest.
Liu Bai's broken sword was still a distance away from Jun Mo's throat.
It was not near or far. It was exactly one foot in front of him.
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Liu Bai abandoned the sword.
The broken sword broke again into countless bright pieces.
The aura of heaven and earth on the sword was shaking.
The field in front of the Verdant Canyon began to shake. There was a long howl.
Liu Bai retreated in the howl.
It came like the Yellow River rushing into the sea, and left like a flood.
Borrowing the aura of heaven and earth, he retreated dozens of feet like a ghost.
Then he stopped.
He began to cough.
He coughed out blood.
He looked at the sword wound on his chest and frowned.
He finally understood why Jun Mo had to control so many swords.
Because Jun Mo wanted him to calculate.
Although he was the most powerful man in the world, he was not someone who could calculate everything. No matter how powerful he was, he could not calculate all the changes.
Jun Mo did not need to calculate, because thousands of swords were fake. Only his iron sword was real.
Even so, Jun Mo's iron sword could not get within one foot in front of him.
Until his arm was broken and he was seriously injured. Jun Mo was in pain, angry and unwilling. He had been strict and polite for so many years. He had been restrained by his own rules for so many years. But now he finally broke out.
He closed his eyes and dodged Liu Bai's fatal sword.
He roared, shaking the green mountains and fields. Countless swords came.
Liu Bai's sword intent finally had a gap.
Jun Mo's iron sword pierced through the gap.
Perhaps Liu Bai had purposely created that gap.
Because he believed that his sword was the fastest at such a close distance.
But he did not think of one thing.
Swordsmanship was divided into swords and techniques, and then into momentum and techniques.
Besides speed, there was also length.
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Lowering his head to look at the bleeding wound, Liu Bai smiled.
His smile was not lonely, but self-deprecating and emotional.
No matter how he thought about it, he could never have imagined that the final outcome would be like this.
He could accept that both sides were injured, but he could not accept the reason.
The reason was ridiculous.
The broken sword and the long sword met. For some reason, the one holding the broken sword stabbed his opponent to death. But for some reason, the one holding the long sword gained the advantage …
This was a battle scene that ordinary people who had just learned swordsmanship could imagine.
He and Jun Mo were the two strongest swordsmen in the world.
But in the end, they used this method to put an end to the battle.
He suddenly thought that a clear stream would become a turbid river, but it would become clear again after entering the sea. Could it be that the swordsmanship cultivation followed the same principle?
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(I wrote these two chapters for eight hours today. I can't finish them. I've seen some comments and I'm not very satisfied with these chapters. What I want to say is that this is really a problem of my intelligence and ability. Everyone's ability has a limit, and it's impossible to write as well as you want. I can only say that I've done my best to write the chapters on the Battle of Verdant Canyon. There's no pretense. I've written it with all my might, so I'm satisfied with myself. I hope everyone is satisfied too. Good night.) (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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