Fu Potian's pale eyes slowly turned, as if he was trying to figure out Shen Zhenyi's true intentions.
After touching the mystery of the peak of martial arts, his originally irritable temperament had become calm and reserved.
"No matter what, I've already brought my saber. Third Young Master Shen, after seeing it, are you still so confident?"
The blood-red saber was filled with killing intent.
Following Fu Potian's words, the blade jumped and made a clanging sound.
The flowers in the garden fell with a rustle.
A petal jumped in the air and finally fell to the dust.
There was no sign of life.
Shen Zhenyi smiled indifferently. With a flick of his white sleeve, he caught the withered petal.
At this time, the petal had already turned grayish-brown. It would turn into dust with a light touch.
The petal fell on his white sleeve, looking dirty and ugly.
Shen Zhenyi watched quietly and suddenly smiled. "No matter what, we've been friends for many years. Since you're here, I should treat you to a cup of wine."
He gently shook his sleeve, and the withered petal fell. However, it didn't fall to the ground. Instead, it rose with the wind and slowly flew to the top of the tree.
During this process, life seemed to be poured into the petal again.
The originally withered petal gradually began to swell and moisten. The grayish-black death aura disappeared, and a bright pink color appeared. It was as if spring had just arrived.
The most surprising thing was that the petal that had been plucked didn't fall to the dust after circling twice in the air. Instead, it flew back to the top of the tree and fell back to its original place!
What a marvelous skill!
Cynanchum Chinense, who was standing beside Shen Zhenyi, was dumbfounded. She could almost stuff a duck egg in her mouth. She had witnessed the whole process and couldn't believe it.
— — She could cut down a hundred or a thousand flowers, but to make a single flower return to the top of the tree, she couldn't do it even if she was beaten to death.
This was simply beyond the scope of martial arts. It was more like the legendary magic of immortals.
Fu Potian stared fixedly at the petal. There seemed to be some infatuation in his soulless eyes.
"How did you do it?"
He turned his head and looked at Shen Zhenyi.
"You can do it too."
Shen Zhenyi was not deliberately mystifying. "It's nothing more than a kind of camouflage technique used by the power of heaven and earth. Its vitality is already gone and can't be restored. I'm just borrowing 30% of its vitality. I don't want to spoil our mood for drinking."
The fallen flowers could not bloom again, and the dead could not be revived.
At the very least, such a thing was impossible in the world of the eighth cultivator of cultivators.
"Alright."
Fu Potian didn't ask any more questions. He said calmly, "We haven't seen each other for four hundred years. What are you drinking now?"
"Friends meet again. Four hundred years of friendship. Let's drink wine together."
Shen Zhenyi clapped his hands, and someone delivered the wine jugs.
Fu Potian didn't even look at it. He took the wine jug, opened the seal, and drank it all in one gulp. With a bang, he smashed the wine jug between the two of them.
"The wine has been drunk. The friendship of the past is written off."
"Third Young Master Shen, I'm going to draw my saber."
Although he said he was going to draw his saber, his whole body was still in a relaxed state. However, the surging aura of death pervaded his whole body, making his figure blurry and unreal.
Shen Zhenyi held the wine cup and looked at him with disdain. He didn't care.
"Since you're in such a hurry, draw your saber. I said that I'll let you draw three moves first. Naturally, I'll keep my word. "
"Alright!"
Fu Potian didn't have the slightest intention of being polite. He hurriedly stepped forward and drew his saber.
There were no fancy moves or changes. It was like a casual slash from a person who didn't know martial arts.
— — But this slash was enough to send chills down his spine.
Whoosh!
The wind was howling, and Fu Potian's aura of death suddenly spread out like a black storm, surrounding the entire Abandoned Sword Villa. The ground was shaking, and the windows were creaking, as if they were going to be razed to the ground by this ordinary slash!
"This slash of yours has already returned to its original state, combining the intent of the saber and the killing intent. This slash alone is already above the Great Moon Dynasty's Nine Changes of Heaven Falling Sword. "
Shen Zhenyi closed his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't see the blade hanging over his head. He gently put down the silver cup.
"Even without me, you can still overturn the Great Moon Dynasty and avenge her."
Shen Zhenyi didn't defend or retreat. He just said lightly.
Fu Potian suddenly froze.
In an instant, the aura of death dissipated, revealing the bright world again. The Blood Quencher Saber didn't seem to have moved at all. It was just held in his long and powerful hand.
"You actually broke my killing move with a sentence?"
Fu Potian's face was cold, but bright red streaks appeared in his white eyes.
Shen Zhenyi didn't move. He broke his first slash with a sentence.
"Your Ruthless Saber Dao has to pass this test. She is your biggest inner demon. If you can't let her go, your Ruthless Saber Dao will always have flaws. Why can't I break your saber with words? "
Shen Zhenyi responded calmly.
Fu Potian was silent.
The "she" Shen Zhenyi mentioned was naturally the female Asura Zong Jing from four hundred years ago.
Fu Potian, Shen Zhenyi, Zi Ningjun, and Zong Jing were good friends at that time. They traveled the world together and were very close to each other.
Fu Potian and Zong Jing were in love with each other. Before Shen Zhenyi left the World of Eight Cultivators, they had already become husband and wife.
Later, Shen Zhenyi left without saying goodbye. The couple, along with Zi Ningjun, participated in the Nine Zen Heavenly Duel Arena and entered the Chaotic Separation Mystic Realm. Zong Jing died in the mystic realm.
Since then, Fu Potian had been scheming for revenge for his dead lover.
… Therefore, when Shen Zhenyi used a secret technique to regenerate the withered petals, he suddenly had an extravagant hope.
Unfortunately, the resurrection of the dead was just a dream in the end.
But at this moment, Fu Potian's heart was shaken.
Therefore, Shen Zhenyi only needed to say a sentence to break this slash.
If Fu Potian couldn't kill "Zong Jing," he didn't need to use a second slash.
"Thank you."
After a long time, Fu Potian suddenly raised his head and cupped his hands toward Shen Zhenyi. His attitude was very respectful.
"You destroyed the Great Moon Dynasty, just like how I destroyed it. I promised her that as long as I left the Chaotic Separation Mystic Realm, I would avenge her. If the Great Moon Dynasty hadn't been destroyed today, I wouldn't have been able to forget her.
"But now, the Great Moon Dynasty no longer exists, and I've fulfilled my promise to her. Today, I only know of the saber, but not her! "
Fu Potian laughed loudly, and the sadness in his laughter gradually disappeared. The shadow of the woman he had been thinking about for four hundred years was finally completely erased from his heart.
Shen Zhenyi let out a long sigh.
This was the path of martial arts he had chosen, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that it was a pity.
"The first slash of the saber slashed the fate of love, and I've succeeded. Third Young Master Shen, please take my second slash!"
Fu Potian moved ten feet forward and waved his saber.
This time, his saber move was extremely still.
The deathly aura settled, and the saber blade froze, as if it was motionless.
But the whole world seemed to be filled with the saber.
No matter where he went, there was no way to avoid this saber!
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