On the top of the Heavenly Sword Peak, the two swords that were destined to meet finally reached the peak at the same time, but they were destined to be unable to leave at the same time, because the peak was too narrow for two people to stand side by side!
Under the peak, Ying Feiyang stood like a clay statue, waiting with his head raised.
Many others also came. The news of the Sword God of the Sword Crown Meeting spread within a day, and those who were far away did not have the chance, but the practitioners who could come within a hundred miles all came, taking advantage of the opening of the sword array at the foot of the mountain to go up the mountain together.
Shang Ying of Ling Xiao Sword School led Ji Mingxia, Xie Lingyan, who was supposed to be in confinement, and Ren Jiuxiao, who had not recovered from his injury, had also arrived. Seeing that his fellow disciples of many years were strangers, he had mixed feelings in his heart.
The righteous sects that had chased after Gu Jiansheng and Ying Feiyang did not disturb them anymore. They just raised their heads high and looked up, ready to witness a rare sword art that was rarely seen in a thousand years.
But no matter who it was, they all stopped a hundred feet away from the peak, and no one took a step closer, because they all felt that if they went any further, it would be out of their reach.
But there was only one exception. On the other side of the Heavenly Sword Peak, a noble yellow-robed old man climbed to the top step by step, with a kind of emperor's temperament of "standing at the top and looking down at all the mountains". He was only a hundred feet away from the peak, but he did not have the slightest intention to stop, and was about to step over the invisible boundary and break into the "territory" of Yu Wenfeng and Gu Jiansheng.
At this moment, the sword energy moved, and all things were killed. The sword energy poured from the side like a black tide with the killing intent to rob vitality, and was about to swallow the yellow-robed old man.
But the yellow-robed old man did not move, and with a circle of his sword fingers, he calmly forced the surging sword energy in front of him, showing the demeanor of a top master. But he also stopped, and his sharp eyes focused, looking to the side, "Things are abundant, kill He Guqiong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, thin, and black-bearded Daoist walked out from the shadows of the forest. It was He Guqiong. He Guqiong said coldly, "That's it. Don't go any further. Yue Cangqiong!"
Needless to say, the yellow-robed old man who dared to step into the realm of 'Apex' without fear was naturally the Sword Emperor, Yue Cang Qiong. "Oh? Are you trying to block my path? "
Yue Cang Qiong raised his eyes and a domineering aura of an emperor came crashing down on He Guqiong. He Guqiong was also a person who grew stronger when facing strong opponents. His murderous intent was triggered by Yue Cang Qiong's provocation and he was ready to strike.
Right when the two of them were about to fight, a clear voice sounded out abruptly. "This place is already the best distance to watch the battle, so why is there a need for the Sword Emperor to draw his swords? Could it be that you intend to start another competition between swordsmen at the peak of the mountain?"
The person who came was dressed in a purple robe, with starry eyes and sharp eyebrows. It was Mu Zixuan. At this moment, he stepped between He Guqiong and Yue Cang Qiong without hesitation, blocking the two from looking at each other.
"Humph!" Knowing that Mu Zixuan was on the same side as him in a sense, He Guqiong snorted coldly when he heard the words' below the peak '. Yue Cang Qiong glanced at Mu Zixuan and smiled noncommittally. His aura dissipated completely. "You're right, we really shouldn't be distracted before the battle of the world. Let's watch the battle together."
After he finished speaking, he ignored them and looked at the peak of the mountain. In the depths of his pupils, there was a light that was even more dazzling than the golden sword light.
The gathering of the wind and clouds, the attention of all, was focused on the battle at the peak of the mountain.
The eyes of the two who reached the peak at the same time met at the first moment, and the world immediately changed. Their sword-like eyes collided without reservation. In an instant, the steep mountain, the vast blue sky, and the pure white clouds completely disappeared from their sight. All they could see was each other. The power wrapped in a huge momentum clashed invisibly in the void, and the two shocking sword essences rose layer by layer. The Tianjian Peak, which was as tall as a sword, also seemed small under the shocking sword essences.
"You're too early." Yu Wenfeng's stone-like face did not change at all. The sky above his head was pierced by the sword essences, and the morning light seeped through the gap and covered him in the golden light, which made him look like he had a divinity that transcended time.
"Yes, I'm too late." Gu Jiansheng was also wearing the morning light, with a kind of ancient and natural Taoist Rhyme. The mountain wind blew his sleeves, and his clothes fluttered, making him look like an immortal, as if he was about to leave the mortal world and become a part of nature.
"Then, let's fight!"
There was no need for superfluous words when the swords clashed. The battle of the peak began.
Peerless experts fought to the extreme. Their bodies did not move, but the sword essences moved first. The two were still staring at each other, but the sword essences turned into human figures. In an instant, the peak of the Heavenly Sword Peak became crowded. Countless phantoms formed by the sword essences flashed and disappeared. Although there were only two people, it seemed like there were countless people fighting fiercely. Stabbing, poking, chopping, and flicking were all different. Each move seemed to be illusory yet real, and each move was at the peak of perfection.
The onlookers missed one side after another, wishing they could split their hearts into a dozen pieces. Many people who did not have enough potential or cultivation were already mentally and physically exhausted just by watching. Their faces were pale, but even though their hair was turning white, they did not notice it at all, and their eyes did not move away at all.
As the phantoms fought more and more fiercely, the sword essences also rose. Before one move, the top of the Heavenly Sword Peak was already filled with flying sand and rocks, and all the plants and trees were destroyed. Just as the sword essences rose to the peak, Yu Wenfeng and Gu Jiansheng moved at the same time!
In an instant, countless phantoms returned to their bodies, and thousands of moves became one sword. Yu Wenfeng and Gu Jiansheng both unsheathed their swords at the same time!
There was no earth-shattering Sword Qi protecting each other, and there were no dazzling ultimate moves clashing with each other. The two moved at the same time, but it seemed to be a simple close combat, and the moves were the ones used in the previous clash of sword essences.
However, the moves were performed by the two people one after another. Although the moves were the same, there were some slight changes, and these slight changes had completely changed the sword moves. Obviously, they had used the battle of sword essences just now to further improve their moves.
The movements of the two people were sometimes fast and sometimes slow. They were as fast as thunder and the wind swept the leaves, and they were as slow as flowing water. However, between the fast and slow movements, there was a kind of coordinated rhythm. Strangely, the two swords crossed back and forth, but the blades did not touch even once.
"Master, why is there no sound when they are competing?" Xie Lingyan asked Shang Ying while watching.
"Competing? This hasn't even started yet! They are only using an unprecedentedly good opponent to improve each other, which is why they have raised their sword essences to unprecedented heights. Right now, they are refining their sword moves! "Shang Ying's eyes did not leave the battle at all as she answered.
"It hasn't started yet?" Xie Lingyan was a little surprised.
Ren Jiuxiao, who was at the side, saw the clues, "That's right, the sword has two edges, advancing and retreating are hidden. The two of them are using the sword moves that they have competed in sword essences to force themselves to improve their moves. However, Old Man Yu Wen and Martial Uncle Gu are evenly matched. Not only do they improve their own moves, they also know each other's improvements like the back of their hands. That's why they are advancing and retreating without the slightest difference, as if they had agreed beforehand." With Ren Jiuxiao's personality, if it was in the past, he would definitely not explain to Xie Lingyan. However, watching the battle now, he felt a burst of inspiration, and his thoughts flowed like a spring. He wanted to find someone to talk to.
Shang Ying praised and said, "That's why the battle hasn't started yet. Once the swords of the two really clash, it proves that the way of the sword has already diverged. After that, it will be a battle of the way of the sword! That's the real moment of life and death! "
As soon as Shang Ying's voice fell, a clanging sound was heard. The two swords of Yu Wen Feng and Gu Jiansheng clashed for the first time. However, the two swords finally met, as if they were reluctant to separate again, the two swords collided with each other, containing a strong force of stickiness and softness. The two swords intertwined with each other, constantly rubbing and pulling, making a shrill sword sound like a sharp awl.
"So harsh! So painful! " Some people had already covered their ears, but they still could not stop their ears from bleeding. For a moment, all the wailing sounds were swallowed up by the sound of the swords.
But in the ears of those who knew swords, the sound of the swords was like the rhythm of a fairy. In front of the grass hut on the mountainside, First Madame Gongsun, who was probably the only person in the Heavenly Sword Peak who had no interest in sword techniques, heard the sound of the swords and closed her eyes to enjoy it. She said faintly, "Well … the two swords are pulling back and forth like playing string music. The cadence is actually the sound of nature."
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and the eyes of this Taoist dancer glowed with a passion that was not inferior to the two swordsmen on the mountaintop. "Since you have personally played the sound of nature, how can there not be a dance to accompany it? Yue 'er, dance for me!"
Ji Yaoyue responded, and the two sabers slid out of her sleeves. She danced with the sabers, and First Madame Gongsun, who was famous in the court, slowly stood up in a place where no one was paying attention to her on the Heavenly Sword Peak. She danced gracefully with the sound of the swords.
The way of dance and the way of martial arts, at this moment, blended like water and milk …
The intertwining blades and different paths of the swords, accompanied by the sound of the swords tearing silk, the swords pulled by Gu Jian Sheng and Yu Wen Feng finally separated from each other, and the accumulated Sword Qi in the pull burst out. The unparalleled Sword Qi of the two masters crisscrossed and shot in all directions!
The Sword Qi was like locusts, unstoppable. The spectators could immediately tell who was superior, and tried their best to resist desperately.
As soon as Shang Yingjian stopped, he condensed an air shield, which not only protected himself, but also enveloped the disciples of Ling Xiao Sword School in it.
Although there were only three people on the other side of the mountain, they were all masters among masters. Mu Zixuan, He Guqiong, and Yue Cang Qiong's clothes were all fluttering in the wind, but they were still as firm as a rock, and could not be moved by the wind. They turned the Sword Qi into invisible, showing the demeanor of a master.
The moment the swords separated, it was also the time when the swords separated. Gu Jian Sheng leaped up and let out the first long shout since the battle began, but it was full of joy. The whistling mountain wind, the rolling clouds, every flow of air, and every flying leaf were all under his control. His spirit rose to the extreme, and merged with the unfathomable power in the dark. For a moment, everything in the world turned into Sword Qi and poured down!
The power of all things entering the sword, as the target, Yu Wen Feng could feel it the most clearly. In his endlessly slow vision, he clearly "saw" Gu Jian Sheng's sword will merge with the heaven and earth, fusing with every gust of mountain wind and every cloud. Everything in the world and Gu Jian Sheng had the same power, and when Gu Jian Sheng's sword will touched the Heaven Way, they turned into the sword of the Heaven Way and poured down towards him.
Yu Wenfeng laughed heartily. No one had ever seen such a lively expression on the Sword God's face, which was as hard as stone and as stiff as wood. His sword seemed to have a life of its own as it leaped agilely into the air.
A clear sword chime resounded through the world, suppressing the sound of the wind, leaves, birds, and beasts. It was as if there was only one sword chime in the world. A repulsive force spread out, isolating the heaven and earth. Gu Jian Sheng's countless Sword Qi seemed to have hit an invisible barrier, and were bounced in all directions!
All things entering the sword!
Nothing beyond the sword!
Completely different sword skills, each at their peak, at this moment, they clashed!
No words could describe the brilliance that bloomed at the moment when the two swords clashed. The collision at that moment was beyond what the naked eye could capture. The onlookers could only capture the scene at that moment with their spiritual senses. At a level invisible to the naked eye, the two swords clashed hundreds of times, and each time was a collision between life and death. Every collision caused Sword Qi to overflow.
Xie Lingyan gradually could not keep up with the two's swordsmanship. She only felt that her head was about to split open, and could not help but be distracted. She began to worry about Gu Jian Sheng's life and death. "Martial Uncle Gu, alas, this is probably the last battle of his life. I wonder how sad Ying Tianming must be now …"
Xie Lingyan could not help but look in the direction of Ying Feiyang, but found that the person who should be the most worried was not worried at all. Instead, he was excited and fanatical! Like a treasure hunter opening a treasure house and seeing the endless treasures of his dreams, it only made people feel that the life and death battle above was not his master, but someone completely unrelated to him.
Concentrate, concentrate, and remember. This was the first and last time his master would teach him. He had to remember every move, every style, and every minute movement. There was no need for him to remind him. This thought naturally turned into action. The fire in Ying Feiyang's eyes grew brighter and brighter. It was as bright and burning as the two people on the summit.
Xie Lingyan also seemed to be burned by his eyes, and retracted her gaze from him. There were already cries of pain in the crowd. Yu Wenfeng and Gu Jian Sheng had already entered the realm of life and death, but it was the others who faced the choice of life and death first.
As the sword technique entered the climax, the overflowing Sword Qi became more and more intense. Grass and trees flew, sand and stones flew, and the ground was plowed with countless sword marks. Finally, someone could not resist the Sword Qi and was injured, and the others could not hold on any longer. They began to retreat.
Shang Ying was protecting a hundred people from Ling Xiao Sword School, and her zhenqi was gradually running out. She could not recover in time, and a Sword Qi had already brushed past her cheek. She had no choice but to order, "Disciples of Ling Xiao, listen, retreat a hundred zhang!"
It wasn't long before all of them were unable to endure it any longer and retreated 300m, leaving only a lone figure standing on the spot. Ying Feiyang seemed to have transformed into a reef, allowing the sword qi to wash over him like a tidal wave, yet he still stood there without moving.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …" Although it was only scattered Sword Qi, Ying Feiyang's protective zhenqi could not be dispelled. Bloody marks appeared on his cheeks, body, and limbs. Shallow cuts broke his skin, and deep cuts exposed his bones. In the blink of an eye, his flesh and blood were dripping, as if he had been tortured by a thousand cuts.
But Ying Feiyang did not feel anything. His eyes stared straight ahead, the fanaticism and obsession disappeared, and his gaze did not waver.
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