A small boat floated down the river. It was dusk and Jiangling was already in sight. Ning Daoqi stood at the head of the boat and looked back at the sun sinking into the river. The night wind was getting stronger. Ning Daoqi tidied his hair and looked at the lights on the river in the distance. He could not help but smile bitterly.
The senior member of the Shen Wu team, Di Guangzong, stood on the big boat that blocked the river. He stood in the middle of the river with his hands behind his back and looked at Ning Daoqi's boat with a cold expression.
The rushing river soon brought the boat to him. Ning Daoqi shook his head and sighed when he saw the person on the boat. "Brother Di, it's only been three days since I came down from the middle of Sichuan. It's been smooth sailing, but I can't match your speed. I'm so ashamed! Brother Di must have something important to ask of me since you have blocked the Yangtze River shipping under Yang Guang's eyes. Please tell me … "
"Brother Ning, I am here to stop you from meeting Yang Guang," Di Guangzong said calmly, "I hope you can give up this trip and return to Sichuan with me."
"Haha!" Ning Daoqi laughed, "I cannot agree to this!"
"Brother, are you not going to ask why?" Di Guangzong was not angry. Instead, he asked calmly, "Why did I support you before and suddenly return now? Brother, you do not know the inside story. Why do you reject me?"
"The world is bustling for benefits!" Ning Daoqi smiled, "This is only for the benefit of Brother Di and the others, nothing else."
"That's a good thing to say, but our interests are also Fellow Daoist's interests, and also the great interests of the world! Regarding this matter, Master Daoxin has entrusted me to pass it to you. Brother, you will know once you read it … "Di Guangzong took out Master Daoxin's handwritten letter and sent it with his palms. The wind wrapped around the letter and passed it to Ning Daoqi's hands.
Ning Daoqi saw that the genuine Qi wrapped around the letter did not dissipate. It was calm and steady, as if someone was holding it solemnly. Ning Daoqi's eyes brightened and he secretly applauded. At the same time, his hands did not stop. He took the letter lightly and opened it. As expected, it was the handwriting of Master Daoxin. Then, he concentrated and read it.
Ning Daoqi heaved a deep sigh after he browsed through it. "Why did it have to be like this?"
The white-haired old man shook his head and said, "The wise men of Buddhism are ultimately burdened by their sects. The homeland of Shenzhou and millions of common people are actually incomparable to the gains and losses of a single family?" He laughed as he tossed the letter into the air, allowing the night wind to blow it away. Turning around, he said to Di Guangzong, "Brother Di, please forgive me for not being able to agree with your actions. If I follow you, I'm afraid that China will be overturned and blood will flow … "
"Although Daoqi isn't talented, he doesn't dare to disregard the common people of the world for the sake of one family, one family, one clan!"
"Yang Guang is tyrannical. I can die in front of him, but I would never dare to ally with the Turks and Goryeo to dig up the foundations of the Sui Dynasty. In the name of the common people and the orthodoxy, how could I do such an inhumane and disrespectful thing? Yes, I don't like Yang Guang, but if the world were to become evil because of me, the people would be in dire straits, how could I bear to see that happen? I might as well cover my face with my hair and die of old age on a high mountain. "
"I will go with my sword this time and discuss the Dao with Yang Guang in the atrium. If I succeed, I will avert a calamity for the world, if I fail, I will just die. Do you think that I am relying on my martial strength to be arrogant? "
"So what if Yang Guang oppresses the world? So what if Yang Guang is invincible in the world? "
"What does that have to do with me?"
"My only wish for this trip is to listen to Yang Guang's reasoning with my own ears. For the common people of the world, for the Central Plains, I just want to seek a moment of respite! "
"As for allying with Bi Xuan of the Turks and Fu Cailin of Goryeo to kill Yang Guang together with the heroes of the world …" Ning Daoqi shook his head and said, "How can you do that?"
Di Guangzong was silent. He stared at Ning Daoqi's calm, old face that even had a hint of innocence. He slowly took out a stone arrow from his sleeve, and from his other sleeve, he took out a strange-looking demonic sword.
The shape of the demonic sword was formed by many teeth and joints. It looked like a strange clock. When it was held in Di Guangzong's hand, Ning Daoqi suddenly felt that he had lost his real existence. It was as if the person standing in front of him was just an illusion of Di Guangzong, and Di Guangzong's real body had transcended time and was in another world.
"This sword is called the Constellation Tribulation. It can cut iron like mud, and it can even split gold and stone. However, the most magical thing is the special ability of this sword. It can control the time within three feet of the wielder. It was formed by the remains of the Heavenly Demon of the Ancestor, and was formed by the anxiety of the Xuan Tian Evil Emperor. The time is not far from it, and it is far more chaotic than flowing water. Within three feet of flowing water, time will not be able to restore it, "Di Guangzong sighed.
"It actually has such a background?" Ning Daoqi's eyes shone with a strange brilliance. "I am so lucky. I can only sigh that I can't see the peerless elegance of those few powerhouses with my own eyes!"
"Brother Ning, you don't have to feel pity. I have inherited the true teachings of the Xuan Tian Evil Emperor, and I can also show some of his elegance." Di Guangzong gently raised the Constellation Tribulation. His whole body seemed to be strangely divided into a few illusions, and each of them held a demonic weapon in their hands. He sighed softly. "With a sword without a knife, it will be difficult to understand the true meaning of the Evil Emperor's martial arts. However, the martial arts path has always been that you will live after learning it, and you will die after imitating it. This sword is the martial arts path of my Di Guangzong! "
The Constellation Tribulation Demonic Sword disappeared in front of Ning Daoqi's eyes, and the blade of the sword, which looked like a overlapping pagoda, streaked across the place where the naked eye couldn't see.
The sword that surpassed time and cut off all of Ning Daoqi's escape routes cut through the void. It completely cut off the changes of the Sanshou Eight Pounces, broke through all the illusions, and pierced through all the truth and falsehood, forcing Ning Daoqi to face it head-on. The sword technique that surpassed time could always cut off any possible changes at the moment when Ning Daoqi's Qi dynamic changed.
With the strongest and most violent sword qi, it tore through all the illusions of time and space.
Di Guangzong gave up the strange sword path that the Constellation Tribulation Demonic Sword was best at. It was to force Ning Daoqi to not be able to use the wonders of the mental martial arts path, and have a competition of strength and vitality.
The martial arts that Ning Daoqi was good at should have been the probing, changes, and responses of the two top chess players. However, all the changes, all the illusions, all the mysteries of time and space, distance, and timing were forcefully cut off by a sword. It was a face-to-face confrontation.
In an instant, it was a dead end.
Unable to control the reality, unable to grasp the distance, and losing the advantage of time and space, the Sanshou Eight Pounces were almost completely useless.
The Divine Martial Team seemed to be prepared. They sent out Di Guangzong, who had the Constellation Tribulation Demonic Sword. He was indeed the nemesis of all the martial arts of the Great Tang. Only the Reincarnators, who had seen countless martial arts in the Chief God's Space and could draw on the wisdom of the martial arts of the endless world, could make such a counter.
No matter how profound the concept was, or how sharp the spirit was, martial arts was ultimately a contest between the fist and the flesh, and the sword and the body.
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