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The White Prime Minister knew he was still holding his sword, and human emotions were like waves.
Qing Yue coldly looked at his senior and junior brothers who he had known for decades. He held his sword, and his heart was in turmoil.
When did he have the intention to kill him?
Was it the day when he knew that the past might be revealed?
Or was it the day when he was defeated by his peerless sword skills, and envied and hated him every day?
Why did he set up a killing trap for him?
Was it because he was afraid that he would know everything?
Or was it because he was afraid that his last humble begging would be exposed to the sun?
Or was it because he was unwilling to be tortured by his inner demons, and no matter what the result was, he only wanted to write the ending of the story with his own hands?
Was the scene in front of him the scene that he did not want to see the most?
Or was it the scene that made him feel relieved and looked forward to for a long time?
Qing Yue asked himself all kinds of questions, but it was hard to answer them. But the moment he held his sword, there was only one question left.
He had used eight years to sharpen this sword. Could it withstand his sword strike that was the best in the world?
And this question only needed to be answered with the sword!
His name was Qing Yue, and his sword was Kun Yuan. When he and the sword became one, his figure was like a high mountain. As the Yin Yang Sword Seal was opened, the extreme sword intent rose layer by layer, and the moment it reached the apex —
Yue Beng, Yuan Teng, the man came out, and the sword moved!
In a battle between masters, victory or defeat was often decided by one move!
The strongest strike in this life, against the strongest enemy in this life, only for the answer that he wanted to know the most in this life! Qing Yue and his sword became one, and turned into a sword light without any fancy moves, and went straight to Gu Jian Sheng.
Buzz buzz.
Buzz buzz.
Buzz buzz.
Time slowed down in the extremely rhythmic sound of the sword. Qing Yue reached a mysterious state of Dao in this ultimate strike.
Time became extremely slow, and his perception became extremely sharp. He could clearly see the trembling of the sword, the flow of the wind, every ray of light, every speck of dust, all appeared in his eyes, and Gu Jian Sheng's movements were all captured by him.
Gu Jian Sheng drew his sword later than him, but he was still calm, clean, and slender. His powerful hand held the sword hilt, and he pulled it out inch by inch.
The sword, the sharpness was restrained, and there was no earth-shattering sword momentum, but there was a subtle natural Dao rhythm.
When the sword was only three inches out, Qing Yue knew that he had lost!
So what if he had nurtured his Sword Qi for eight years? Jealousy, guilt, worry, and fear. His sword heart had already been covered in dust eight years ago. How could he resist Gu Jian Sheng's sword that touched upon the Heavenly Dao?
As his mental state changed, the Clear Mountain Sect Master's aura dissipated like a receding tide. He loosened his grip on his sword hilt. The "slowed" time also returned to its original speed.
"Clang!" The Earth Abyss Sword fell to the ground. The blade that had just been polished was once again covered in dust.
And Gu Jian Sheng's sword was already pointed at his chest, the sharpness of the sword pressing against his chest. Victory and defeat had already been decided, and the winner … had already been decided!
"You should apologize!" Gu Jian Sheng said coldly.
"Yes, I was wrong! Our sect is about to suffer a defeat, and it's the right time. As the Sect Leader, I'm fighting with my fellow sect members. It's not only wrong, it's also stupid! "
"That's not your only mistake! You even tried to kill my disciple! You did that eight years ago, and you still did that eight years later! "
Qing Yue shook his head and said, "Hahaha, I'm not wrong about that. On the contrary, forcing them to kill is one of the few things I've done right these years. Whether it's Prince Ziwei or the heir of the Heavenly Dao, Ling Xiao Sword School cannot be allowed to live. Both Master and I thought the same, and that's why he passed the position to me. I didn't know this, and that's why I said you can't be the Sect Leader, you can only be a swordsman!"
Then he sighed, closed his eyes, and said, "Kill me, or I will continue to force Ying Feiyang to death!"
"Hmph!" Gu Jian Sheng raised his eyebrows, and the sword energy pierced through Qing Yue's heart.
The Qing Yue Sect Leader closed his eyes and waited for death, but he felt the sword energy scatter and seal his meridians instead. "Still, did he show mercy? Why … "Qing Yue sighed in his heart. But based on his understanding of Gu Jian Sheng, this was a natural result, wasn't it? Their decades of experience flashed before his eyes. They had helped each other, and they had fought together. He thought they could always aim their swords at the same place. But out of the Seven Swords of Ling Xiao, one sword was the best, and the other six swords were destined to be ordinary. Although they were brothers, they could not walk the same path.
He hated and regretted, but what was missed was missed. Qing Yue opened his eyes. "You shouldn't have shown mercy!"
"So I'm a swordsman, not a Sect Leader. I don't need to talk about principles. If I want to kill, I kill. If I want to save, I save. You can't force me to kill anyone, whether it's my disciple or you!" Gu Jian Sheng put away his sword and turned around. His sleeves fluttered even though there was no wind. His voice was as cold as water, heroic and bleak. "And a swordsman has his own way of solving problems. You don't have to force Ying Feiyang to death, because the heir of the Heavenly Dao will be personally buried by me!"
— — —
"If you want to live, get out of the way. If you want to die, come at me!" Ying Feiyang drew a line between life and death. He faced the eight sects of Buddhism and the twelve sects of Taoism, but he was not afraid.
"Retreat from life and advance to death? You just got some genuine Qi that doesn't belong to you, and you're so arrogant!" Wang Nianzhi, the "Completely Crippled of Poetry and Books", had the highest cultivation, so he was not afraid of Ying Feiyang. He moved and made the first move, shooting out an arrow!
With Wang Nianzhi's experience, after a few exchanges, he had already found out that there was a deep genuine Qi in Ying Feiyang's body that did not match his appearance. Previously, because Ying Feiyang looked young and his mind was on Gu Jian Sheng, he had suffered a small loss in the hands of Ying Feiyang. But now that he had seen through the real situation, he was naturally not afraid anymore.
"Back off!" Ying Feiyang guided the sword formula, and the Star Disciplinary Sword floated in the air, the sword Qi washing down like a torrent. The others were temporarily blocked by the sword Qi, but Wang Nianzhi's body was like a ghost. In a few turns, he had already gone against the flow and was in front of Ying Feiyang. His sword was like a snake spitting out its tongue, curving into a strange arc and stabbing towards Ying Feiyang.
As expected of the Honorable Swordsman of the Eastern Sea, he was indeed accomplished with the sword. Ying Feiyang saw that the incoming attack was extraordinary and praised, "Good move!" He raised his sword to meet the attack. The moment the two came into contact, their figures paused for a moment. Then, the sky was filled with figures dancing, and the sound of weapons clashing could be heard. Their figures were so fast that it was as if they had teleported, appearing on rooftops, in the sky, and on treetops out of nowhere. After exchanging one blow, they disappeared into thin air.
"You're pretty good, but you can't be arrogant just because you have vital energy!" After a few moves, Wang Nianzhi sneered. His figure dragged Ying Feiyang in a circle and turned into seven illusions, surrounding Ying Feiyang in the center. Each of them performed a move of the Sly Firefly's Seven Transformations and attacked Ying Feiyang at the same time.
Fighting was not just about the amount of vital energy, or else it could have been decided based on the age of cultivation. If he had obtained vital energy that did not belong to him, could he have also obtained his realm, consciousness, and skills? Wang Nianzhi's sword attack was to let Ying Feiyang know the immensity of heaven and earth.
"Well said, I wholeheartedly agree!" The illusions surrounded him, but Ying Feiyang did not block them. He caressed his sword with his finger, and a mysterious force spread out with him as the center.
Wang Nianzhi sensed that something was wrong, and the seven illusions all missed their target. They merged back into one person, but he heard the sound of rolling waves and smelled the salty smell of seawater, but what he saw was the East Ocean!
"With the heart as the sword, and the realm as the boundary, is this the Sword Realm?" Wang Nianzhi stood on a reef that could only accommodate one person in the vast ocean, and asked in surprise.
"Good insight!" But he saw that the sea and the sky were in a line, and a figure, like a sharp sword, cut through the waves and arrived in front of him faster than the sound. This sword turned into the momentum of the sea and the sky, surging majestically like a surging tide. Wang Nianzhi's expression changed, and he raised his sword to meet the attack. Under the extreme confrontation, Wang Nianzhi, who was in a hurry, grunted and used the force to retreat.
The water hit the reef, stirring up a thousand layers of snow. Ying Feiyang stood on the reef in place of Wang Nianzhi, and said in a dignified manner, "This is the Tianyin Sword Realm created by Master Sima of Shangqing school!"
"Hmph, Sima Chengzhen? So what! " Wang Nianzhi also had the experience of mental battle, so he was not surprised, and the East Ocean was obviously his home field. He floated in the air and pointed his sword, and the sea became restless. Columns of water shot up from the sea, and like soft swords, they attacked Ying Feiyang in a strange arc. Wang Nianzhi's Seven Transformations of the Sly Fireflies had a move called "Endless Undercurrent", which he created when he dived into the bottom of the sea and imitated the unpredictable undercurrent. At this time, he borrowed the power of the undercurrent to use it at his will, and its power was doubled.
Ying Feiyang was excited, and displayed the Nine Suns Haotian Sword Tactics to block the Endless Undercurrent.
The Nine Suns steamed, and the undercurrent surged. For a moment, water and fire intertwined, and it was gorgeous. After a hundred moves, Wang Nianzhi was already confident. "You want to boil the sea with the fire of firewood?"
Wang Nianzhi guided the sword tactics again, and the seven water columns around Ying Feiyang rose at the same time. In an instant, the water columns converged in the air, forming a momentum that covered the sky and pressed down like a bowl. Ying Feiyang's expression changed. Although the Nine Suns appeared at the same time, it was still difficult to get rid of the shackles, and he was pressed hard into the sea.
After the hustle and bustle, Ying Feiyang was swallowed by the sea, and the sea surface became smooth again, as if it was calm …
Suddenly, the sea surface behind Wang Nianzhi exploded, and a spiral water column shot up to the sky. In an instant, it spun and spread out. The water column burst, and a peerless swordsman appeared.
"Gu Jiansheng!" Wang Nianzhi gritted his teeth.
"The Honorable Swordsman of the Eastern Sea!" Gu Jiansheng opened his mouth, but it was Ying Feiyang's voice. "Although you have gone astray, you have no regrets in pursuing the sword. It is admirable. Today, Ying Feiyang will fulfill your wish — I will defeat you on behalf of my master!"
With a loud shout, the splashing water droplets condensed into countless sword shapes. Ying Feiyang fell from the sky, and the water swords around him were like fierce soldiers following the general. As Ying Feiyang's figure landed, they turned into the most monstrous sword waves!
Knowing that the Honorable Master was the goal that Wang Nianzhi had been pursuing all his life, and also a weakness in his heart, Ying Feiyang attacked with this, and Wang Nianzhi's mind was actually taken away for a moment. Although he tried to resist at the same time, and turned into seven water columns to attack the sky, but in the Heavenly Hidden Sword World, once his mind was loosened, he was doomed to lose!
The sword waves smashed the water columns, and attacked. At the moment of attack, the figure of Ying Feiyang seemed to overlap with Gu Jiansheng in Wang Nianzhi's heart, and a thought swallowed his last consciousness. "This young man does not only have genuine Qi but no realm consciousness skills. On the contrary, it is the lack of genuine Qi in the past that limits his realm consciousness skills. He … really has the ability to stand at the top …"
Thousands of thoughts could be turned in an instant. The battle of thoughts seemed to have lasted for a long time, but in fact, it was only a moment. So in the eyes of the other righteous sects, the situation was — Wang Nianzhi surrounded Ying Feiyang with seven phantoms, but suddenly the phantoms disappeared, and Wang Nianzhi vomited blood and fell to the ground as if he was under a spell, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
It was not easy for one person to fight against hundreds of people, so Ying Feiyang seemed to be arrogant, but in fact, he had a plan. Wang Nianzhi was the strongest present, so he first used the Heavenly Hidden Sword World to get rid of his strongest enemy before the encirclement was formed.
The Heavenly Hidden Sword World consumed a lot of mind and genuine Qi, not to mention that Wang Nianzhi was also an expert. Ying Feiyang felt physically and mentally exhausted, but —
Awesome!
Really f * cking awesome!
Was this the thrill of standing at the top?
Victory and defeat, life and death, put aside. After being willful and unrestrained, his heart was so magnanimous and free.
Ying Feiyang felt that he was a free bird, free and unfettered. The sword in his hand was his wings, taking him to the sky that he had always dreamed of, to pursue the supreme Way of the Sword that was high up in the sky!
"Brat, what kind of demonic spell did you use!" Xiao Baijian, the master of the Hundred Swords Sect, shouted angrily and attacked together with his disciples. One person had a hundred swords, and a dozen people had a thousand swords. A thousand swords swayed a thousand long rivers, and the long rivers surged upwards, like a thousand waterfalls attacking the sky.
Ying Feiyang laughed heartily, fluttered his feather, and flew. He wanted to rely on his feather to soar over the thousand mountains and rivers, reaching a height that a thousand swords could never reach.
But he had to cross the thousand mountains and rivers, and beyond the rivers was Xue Lingguan's Giant Spirit Palm. Xue Lingguan gathered the strength of his disciples, condensing a giant palm to grab Ying Feiyang, and Ying Feiyang's figure was like a sparrow in the palm.
"Come down!" Xue Lingguan shouted angrily.
"Then come down." Ying Feiyang laughed brightly, and spun a few rounds in the air. His head was down and his feet up, and the golden light on his body was dazzling. He carried an incomparably huge sword aura and pressed down majestically!
The Dharma Divine Sword!
Heavenly Buddha Descends!
Before the sword arrived, the sword pressure that was as heavy as a mountain had already firmly locked down the person under it. The disciples of the Servant Spirit Manor exerted all their strength, and the Giant Spirit Palm became even more condensed, wanting to grab the Dharma Divine Sword. But although the Heavenly Buddha Descends looked powerful, it was not lacking in ingenuity in Ying Feiyang's hands. The giant sword struck the palm's life pattern, and the sword judged life with one strike.
The two huge forces collided and dissipated at the same time. The people of the Servant Spirit Manor fell to the ground one after another. Those who were slightly weaker had their legs broken, and they vomited blood from their mouths. Xue Lingguan's disciples, who were in charge of carrying the palanquin, were all defeated, and the palanquin was smashed into pieces. Xue Lingguan fell to the stone ground, looking very pathetic.
In contrast, Ying Feiyang descended gracefully, as if he was accepting their worship.
"Heir of the Heavenly Path … I will never … let you go …" Xue Lingguan's mouth and nose were bleeding, but he still gritted his teeth and said.
"Old man, stop shouting about fighting and killing. Go home and enjoy your retirement!" Ying Feiyang saw that he was pitiful, and could not bear to kill him. He kicked him out with a gentle force, and lifted him toward Xiao Baijian.
Xiao Baijian did not dare to be negligent, and hurriedly caught him. But in a split second of distraction, his control over the sword in the sky weakened a little. Then he heard Ying Feiyang say joyfully, "Lend me your sword!"
He spun up, and as he spun like a top, his sword intent burst forth. The sword currents that filled the sky were guided by him, and actually danced along with him, as if the youth was one of their kind.
"What should I use this time?" Ying Feiyang was like a child who had picked up a pile of toys. He was seriously and somewhat vexed as he considered which one to play with first.
"This is it, the Shangqing school's Twenty-Eight Constellations Sword Formation — Form of the Azure Dragon!" With the guidance of the sword incantation, Ying Feiyang single-handedly controlled the sword formation. The sword currents that filled the sky converged into a sword azure dragon. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, and its scales and horns were towering.
"Go!" The Azure Dragon Sword Formation killed its way into the crowd. Its ferocious might was awe-inspiring, and in an instant, people were thrown off their feet! One by one, figures were sent flying like dust.
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