On the top of the Heavenly Sword Peak, the earth was shaking, and the airflow was raging. Two shocking sword intents were competing with each other and collided with each other, turning into an unprecedented hurricane. It was as if thousands of rivers were pouring down from the peak, spreading in all directions in the earth-shattering sword momentum. For a moment, the entire Heavenly Sword Peak was shaking and trembling!
From the top of the peak down to three hundred zhang, it was completely covered by the sword essences and sword qi of Yu Wenfeng and Gu Jiansheng, which had become a 'sword domain' that ordinary people could not step in. The spectators were afraid of the earth-shattering sword power and kept retreating.
But Shang Ying found that after retreating a hundred zhang, it was inevitable to be affected, so she had to order the disciples to retreat another hundred zhang.
All the disciples followed the order, but only Ren Jiuxiao stood motionless like a nail, as if his feet were stuck on the ground.
Seeing him like this, Shang Ying already knew what he was thinking, so she advised, "Ren Jiuxiao, retreat. Your injury has not healed yet, so you can still see clearly even if you retreat a hundred zhang."
Ren Jiuxiao's eyes slightly turned, and he looked at the figure standing above the crowd a hundred zhang away with the intention of competing.
The closer they got to the peak, the more chaotic and dense the sword qi was. Ying Feiyang's protective true qi was as fragile as paper under the chaotic sword qi, but he did not dodge, hide, or shake, as if he could not feel pain at all. He gave up his body, and the dripping blood made the fire in his eyes brighter and brighter, as if he was willing to burn his life in exchange for a ray of bright sword light to stay in his eyes forever.
"We are already far enough … If we retreat further, we will never be able to make up for the distance," Ren Jiuxiao looked at Ying Feiyang, who was covered in blood, and said softly. Then he turned his eyes back to the battle at the peak, and his eyes seemed to be ignited by Ying Feiyang, burning with the same crazy fire.
One look showed that he had no intention of retreating at all. Shang Ying sighed, but no longer tried to persuade him.
On the summit of the mountain, Gu Jian Sheng and Yu Wen Feng had already exchanged over a thousand blows. There was no technique, no Sword Qi. Every sword strike was an exquisite sword technique that was easily executed, and the next move would surpass the previous one, reaching a new peak. As their swords met, the two of them continued to climb to heights that they had never reached before, but —
"Shing –" With the cry of a sword, the entangled figures suddenly separated. Gu Jian Sheng and Yu Wen Feng stood still, covered in a layer of morning light, as if they had never fought.
On Gu Jian Sheng's face, there was already a faint black aura.
"My path of swordsmanship is coming to an end …"
After surpassing it, it meant death. Gu Jian Sheng, who was constantly improving, spared no effort in mobilizing all the True Qi in his body, including the air sac that contained the Five Signs of Death aura. Finally, a wisp of Five Signs of Death aura leaked out …
But Gu Jian Sheng was still calm.
He could not stop it, and there was no need to stop it. It was something that would happen sooner or later anyway. Instead of diverting his attention to guard against the aura of the Five Signs of Death, he might as well use all his strength to see how many more sword strikes he could unleash before he gave up his life and how high he could climb …
Eighty-one swords? No, a little more.
Ninety-six moves? No, it could be more.
About a hundred swords.
A hundred swords, the number of Great Perfection, a satisfactory number. How high could he climb in the last hundred swords of his life?
Could he break through the realm of Life and Death that he longed to break through?
Gu Jian Sheng was eager to try, but he was no longer obsessed. He did not want to think about it anymore. Everything, let nature take its course …
With a smile on his face, he was calm and at ease. He gently raised 'Unbearable' in his hand. Where the wind blew, Gu Jian Sheng's robe was like a crane.
His' Unbearable 'seemed to be just a wooden sword. But in his hand, it did not seem weak at all. It was as if there was a tough and firm thread that ran from his palm to the tip of the sword, supporting the bones of the sword. No matter how strong the mountain wind was, it just did not tremble.
The tip of the sword touched the ground, and then looked up to the sky. It meant to respect the heaven and the earth. The sound of the wind under his sword seemed to be calling out, wanting to watch his final sound.
Yu Wen Feng also sensed his sword will and said with deep respect, "I will accompany you on your last journey."
"Thank you!"
Gu Jian Sheng moved, and so did his sword. Not only did he not show any signs of exhaustion, his handsome face glowed as if he was ten years younger again. His sword will was domineering, and his sword moves were unruly. His style was peerless, and his spirit soared to the heavens.
"It's him!" Shang Ying's expression changed. It was as if the long sword that was faster than lightning had turned back time, and the Taoist sword crown that made the youth famous appeared in front of her eyes.
Fresh clothes, vigorous horses, flowery concubines. Gu Jian Sheng's sword was free and unrestrained, bringing the spectators to the most free time of his life. One man and one sword, unrestrained in Jianghu, unscrupulously entering the Dragon Gate mountains, the misty rain of West Lake, the wind and snow of Ba Liu, the moon of Qinhuai River, the Imperial Palace, the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and the most beautiful dreams of countless girls.
The sword light and the man reflected each other's brilliance. Among the spectators, many female cultivators like Xie Lingyan were blushing and thinking, "Gu Jiansheng was really so handsome when he was young …"
He swung his sword to cut off the threads of love, but he was entangled by them. While the female cultivators were in a daze, Gu Jian Sheng's sword will changed, as if it was bound by threads, and gradually became serious.
Next, he met the fated devil star. He boasted of being romantic, but in the end, he fell for it. The girl who intruded into his life let him know that other than the sword in his hand, he could not hold on to anything else. From then on, the famous sword crown was willing to be lonely, and his heart was only focused on the Sword Dao.
Gu Jian Sheng's sword slowed down, but it became more focused, refined, and ethereal, as if it had faded away from prosperity and returned to the Great Dao. Every sword was an unprecedented new realm.
It was also during this period that he first fought with Yu Wenfeng. Two great swordsmen, facing each other in the past and present, Yu Wenfeng seemed to be brought back to his memories. A trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes. They had never met before, but they became bosom friends and crossed swords, yet they were destined to be mortal enemies. Because the two of them had the same pursuit — the supreme Sword Dao!
Time repeated itself at this moment, and magnificent sword moves burst forth. Gu Jian Sheng's long sword moved, and all things in the world turned into long swords that circled around his body. For a moment, countless silver lights flashed in every inch of space around him, dazzling arcs flying around like a dream. Gu Jian Sheng walked leisurely in the chaotic sword flow, and his figure floated like it was out of this world.
Yu Wen Feng's sword will filled the air, and the surrounding space was filled with countless sword shadows, as if it had become a world of its own, a world where only swords did not exist.
The sword came, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting.
The sword came, like a flash of light.
The fight was evenly matched, and it was thought that it would end like this until one side died. Suddenly, Gu Jian Sheng used an unexpected sword!
That's right, an unexpected sword. It was as if his vital energy had gone out of control, and he had lost a lot of his standard. The sword that should have been controlled was too strong, and it forcibly broke into Yu Wen Feng's sword world.
"Bang!" The expression of Mu Zixuan, who was watching the battle, suddenly changed. Majestic vital energy seeped out of her body, and all the trees around her were destroyed! Yes, it could not be wrong. That year, that day, it was this unforgettable sword that killed the two most important people to him, and changed his life!
It was clearly a sword that had lost a lot of his standard, but it seemed to carry a bit of the power of fate, as if it was fated, and the things of the world were impermanent. The originally perfect sword world of the Sword God also seemed to be affected by an accident, and this sword rushed in.
It was unreasonable, but it really happened. A blood-red sword mark appeared on Yu Wen Feng's shoulder. So far in the battle, he had been injured for the first time.
And Gu Jian Sheng's sword world changed again. As his life flowed away, his appearance aged rapidly. At this moment, he became Qing Ku Taoist, and his sword was also different.
At first, there was a sense of self-exile, but soon it became free and unrestrained. Every move was easy and casual, like the clouds rolling and unfolding, the tide rising and falling, all natural.
The fire in Ying Feiyang's eyes burned brighter and brighter. At this moment, Qing Ku Taoist was the Master he was most familiar with, the Master who ate and waited for death, and seemed to have nothing in his heart. Perhaps he knew that he already had a successor, so he could no longer worry. Even if he died, his way would still continue.
Gu Jian Sheng used his sword freely, unrestrained. He burned the remaining life to his heart's content, bursting out the most brilliant sword light in this life.
Victory or defeat was not important.
He could not remember the moves clearly.
Even the thought of breaking through could be temporarily put aside at this time.
Nothing in the world lingered in his heart, so everything could enter the sword!
Now, he just enjoyed the pleasure of wielding the sword at the last moment. And Yu Wen Feng had completely adopted a defensive position, letting him wield freely.
The last hundred sword moves, three kinds of sword states, showed Gu Jian Sheng's life.
The youth sang upstairs with his sword. The red candles dimmed the tent. The strong man held his sword and soared to the sky. Peerless, unrivaled in the world.
Today, the past was unbearable to remember, the sword was unbearable to mention, although the separation and reunion of the world were heartless. Old firewood burned out, new fire still burned.
If this sword had a name, it would be describing his life.
The hundred swords described peace, finally reached the number of completion. After the hundredth sword move, a sword mark appeared on Yu Wen Feng's chest.
Then, the sword was completed, and so was his life.
There was no earth-shattering movement. Gu Jian Sheng's life burned out, and he silently lowered his head, as if he had fallen asleep. 'Unbearable' supported the ground, keeping his body from falling.
There seemed to be residual shadows of the hundred sword moves left in the air.
The sound of the two swords clashing still lingered.
But Gu Jian Sheng would never wake up again.
A legend ended here. Gu Jian Sheng's life, although full of regret and hatred, was still wonderful.
The hundred sword moves had ended, and Gu Jian Sheng still could not break through the state of life and death that he longed for. But so what? He died, but his way was eternal. This was also another sense of detachment from life and death. One day, his successor would continue his path and open up a new way of swordsmanship.
Success does not belong to me. Let nature take its course, isn't it?
…
…
Dang
But
No!
No!
！
Gu Jian Sheng wanted to open up the way of swordsmanship, how could he let others do it!!!
Here it comes! Ying Feiyang's eyes suddenly opened!
The limit broke through the limit, and the sword intent surpassed the sword intent!
The 101st sword move! Detachment from life and death, brazenly born!
The last sword intent that filled the world suddenly gathered again, merging heaven and earth, wind and clouds, grass and trees, and mountains, turning into thousands of swords hanging in the sky, blocking the sky and covering the sun, as vast as the stars in the sky! And among the thousands of swords, there was the shadow of Gu Jian Sheng, condensed by the sword intent. It was as if he was standing upright below, and his body was only a shackle. But now, he had broken away from the shackle. It was as if there was no trace of him, but it also seemed to fill up the world!
"You … got 'it', finally, got 'it'!" Yu Wen Feng was excited, glowing with a fanatical look, as if he had seen a whole new world.
"Thank you, for the last sword move. Be careful!" Gu Jian Sheng's shadow sincerely thanked him and then flew across the sky like a heavenly roc. As Gu Jian Sheng moved, so did the ten thousand swords. The Sword Qi seemed endless, as if it could move the whole world, giving people the illusion that it was unavoidable, unstoppable, and unavoidable, as if the heaven and earth did not allow it.
Thousands of swords flew like a storm, emitting a cold light that mercilessly filled the entire space. Everything in the surroundings became ferocious and sharp along with the sword light. The sharp aura filled the air and attached itself to the tens of thousands of sharp swords with a whistling sound in the air! In just a moment, Gu Jian Sheng had merged with the thousands of swords, and even everything in the surroundings. He was no longer riding on just swords, but the sky, the earth, the grass, the trees, the mountains, the waves, the thunder, and the lightning, all of them charging towards Yu Wen Feng!
Although Yu Wen Feng's expression was fanatical, he still responded calmly. The nameless sword in his hand casually slashed, but it seemed to be able to seize the mysteries of heaven and earth, and drew a perfect arc.
"Dang, dang, dang!" In the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, Yu Wen Feng had already clashed with the wave of swords countless times, feeling the endless changes of this sword. He even closed his eyes, using only his heart to search for the one among the thousands.
Although the Gu Jian Sheng formed by the sword essence was among the thousands of swords, that was only the appearance, and not the true core. His body was formed by the sword essence, in other words, every sword that shot towards him could be Gu Jian Sheng's figure.
What he wanted to find was the one among the thousands of swords, not to be confused by the appearance, and the true core of this move.
With his eyes closed, Yu Wen Feng blocked every sword, the angle, power, and speed appeared in his mind, deducing, perceiving, perceiving, perceiving …
With the understanding of the way of the sword and his innate intuition, Yu Wen Feng's eyes finally opened, bursting with light. "It's you!"
The longsword pointed straight at the one among the thousands of swords!
"Thump!" With a clang, the sword struck, sword tip against sword tip. Among the thousands of swords, Yu Wen Feng ignored the other swords, and only blocked one of them. A sword sound that conformed to the laws of heaven and earth spread out, and at this moment, countless spectators at the foot of the mountain fainted.
As the sound wave spread, the thousands of swords that covered the sky and earth dissipated under the vibration, but the sword essence converged again. In the sky and on the ground, there was only one sword!
Gu Jian Sheng's figure appeared out of nowhere, holding the "one" among the thousands of swords. He moved a few inches, and with the momentum of the thousands of swords, he stabbed towards Yu Wen Feng.
Yu Wen Feng's sword suddenly became countless times faster. "Ding ding ding ding …" The sounds were as dense as the rain, and they struck this sword from different angles and with different strength.
But the sword was straight, and was not shaken at all. However, Yu Wen Feng's purpose did not seem to be to shake it. In Ying Feiyang's eyes, he felt that Yu Wen Feng was like an antique appraiser, who relied on hitting different parts of porcelain and listening to the sounds it made to identify the craftsmanship, age, origin, and material of the porcelain …
And Yu Wen Feng used the same method to understand this sword, but it was far from enough. If he wanted to understand this sword, how could he not experience it himself?
After the eleventh strike, Yu Wen Feng abandoned his sword! He unreservedly opened his chest, as if he was embracing the sword of his dreams!
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