Outside the Abandoned Sword Villa.
Fu Potian stood up.
He could no longer see.
But he didn't need to see.
There was nothing else other than the blade. Those Heaven-Breaking Sect members were forced to stay dozens of feet away by his cold murderous aura.
And he, alone, with the red scabbard hanging on his neck, walked alone in front of the Abandoned Sword Villa. He couldn't open his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and his feet were bare.
Every step he took seemed to have been precisely measured, not an inch more or less.
His black robe fluttered in the wind. Because of the blade intent that filled the air, it turned into strips of cloth. With every step he took, there were strips floating in the air, as if to summon souls.
He was steady and determined. Besides the Abandoned Sword Villa, he had no other goal.
"Sect Master!"
"Sect Master!"
The Heaven-Breaking Sect members called out from behind, but Fu Potian turned a deaf ear.
His obsession had already dissipated after the fall of the Great Moon Dynasty. Now, there was no sadness or joy in his heart, only a blade.
The Blood Quencher Blade.
The red scabbard and red blade were brighter than blood and deeper than fear.
The blade swayed in the wind, making a crisp sound like a wind chime.
The sound had a magical power that made people feel suffocated. Even if they were far away from the mountains and rivers, they had to resist it to barely stay awake.
"What … what kind of martial arts realm is this?!"
"Fu Potian has become a demonic blade!"
"Look at his eyes! He's blind! "
There were cries of alarm in the crowd.
"Shh …"
Fu Potian's murderous aura made people's hair stand on end. Someone quickly reminded the reckless young man not to mention the word "blind."
Fortunately, Fu Potian didn't pay attention to them at all.
"The Third Young Master Shen has come out!"
At this time, there was also a commotion in the Abandoned Sword Villa. Everyone could see from afar that Shen Zhenyi was the leader of the villa's people rushing out to meet Fu Potian.
This earth-shattering battle was finally about to begin.
Fu Potian had already walked to the entrance of the Abandoned Sword Villa, directly below the bronze sword.
Shen Zhenyi, on the other hand, strolled along the path in the garden.
Zi Ningjun, Cynanchum Chinense, and Princess Long followed behind him. Shen Shou and the others followed closely behind.
He was calm and composed, as if he was out to admire the flowers, full of vitality.
This collision of life and destruction made one's entire body tremble, as if it was the intersection of day and night.
The two of them were about a thousand feet away from each other, and both of them stopped at the same time.
They faced each other in silence for a long time without saying a word.
However, the struggle between life and death had never stopped. It was night on one side and day on the other.
The moon was in the sky, the sun was in the north, and the stars were in the south.
At the intersection of darkness and day, countless Taiji Diagram vortexes of the Yin-Yang Fish were formed. They were stirred together and let out a tearing roar.
Between the two of them was the dividing line between light and darkness, life and death.
On Shen Zhenyi's side, the flowers and trees were flourishing, their fragrance overflowing everywhere.
Meanwhile, on Fu Potian's side, everything withered, and even the land began to turn into a desert.
The ground could not support this imbalance, and gradually tore apart, revealing a huge chasm.
"This can still be repaired later!"
Cynanchum Chinense complained secretly. After Shen Zhenyi mentioned the three ways to break it, she regained some confidence and her face became more rosy.
It was not worth it to do it in his own home.
He had spent a lot of money to repair the White Pagoda last time, and he did not know how much he would have to spend this time.
If there was a next time, and Master wanted to use the Moon Decapitation to ascend to immortality, it would be best to do it at someone else's place.
Shen Zhenyi and Fu Potian were still facing each other, and no one expected that the first to speak would be the corpse-like Fu Potian.
"You and I, we have not seen each other for four hundred years. Four hundred years ago, I have always wanted to test your sword, to let people know whether your sword is stronger or my knife is sharper. "
His voice was calm, like that of metal.
There was no anger, fear, or other emotions. He was just quietly stating a fact.
Shen Zhenyi smiled and looked up, as if reminiscing about the past. Of course, he still did not know how to be polite.
"Back then, you were not qualified to make me use my sword."
How domineering!
Lord Zi Ningjun was used to it, Princess Long's eyes lit up, and Cynanchum Chinense secretly cheered.
As long as Master maintained this rhythm, he would not lose.
Fu Potian was not angry.
He actually laughed dryly and nodded. "Back then, I was just wishful thinking. If you were as strong as you are now four hundred years ago, you could crush me with a finger. You ignored my challenge because you wanted to give me face. "
If the gap between friends was too big, it would often be awkward.
"I didn't think so much."
Shen Zhenyi was not willing to recall the past.
Four hundred years ago, he was just a passerby who could not control his actions. Even if he was stronger than he was now, there was nothing to be proud of.
What he had was a limitless future.
— — It was the Supreme Sword Dao!
"Okay."
Fu Potian also stopped this topic. "I don't want to recall the past."
Back then, he had a lover by his side. His saber was not lonely.
He wasn't a heartless person.
— — But now, things were different. He was going to use his saber on his best friend, but he had already lost his most intimate lover.
"I heard that you want to let me use three moves?"
Fu Potian's white eyes flashed with a trace of light.
Shen Zhenyi did not refute. "I'm not looking down on you. It's just that I can improve your saber to the purest level. This way, things may become more interesting."
He never lied, and he disdained to lie.
Fu Potian stood quietly opposite Shen Zhenyi. He tilted his head. He could not see, but he seemed to be sizing him up.
After a long time, Fu Potian sighed. "Third Young Master Shen, how confident are you in your Sword Dao that you dare to be so arrogant?"
"Forty-nine days ago, you had a chance to kill me, but you didn't."
"Now, thinking back, you had a chance to beat me when I left the Heartless Path."
"But you let me go again and again. When my saber is really perfect, even you may not be able to dodge that earth-shattering saber!"
What kind of poisonous dragon would his saber become at that time? Even he himself could not imagine.
Shen Zhenyi smiled.
"Because, my goal has never been to defeat you."
It would be easy to defeat you.
Shen Zhenyi had ten thousand chances to kill Fu Potian. He could also completely imprison his cultivation, making him unable to improve forever like the emperor of the Great Moon Dynasty.
But this became meaningless.
Shen Zhenyi's goal was never to win.
He was willing to wait.
— — Wait for the moment when Fu Potian's saber technique was perfect.
Because only when the most perfect sword and saber collided would they have a chance to surpass their limits.
— — Slash! Moon! Fly! Immortal!
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