"Chi!" The long sword pierced through Yu Wen Feng's body and pierced his internal organs. Even someone as strong as the Sword God's stiff face was distorted by the pain of his body being torn apart, but his spirit had reached an unprecedented level of concentration.
Muscles, bones, meridians, blood vessels, Yu Wen Feng mobilized every part of his body that he could, as if every part and every cell of his body had its own consciousness. From which angle it pierced into the muscles, how much strength was used to graze the bones, how fast was the tendons, meridians, and blood vessels cut …
Because of his concentration, every muscle was cut, every bone was cut, every meridian, and every blood vessel was damaged, and the pain was real and undiminished.
Because of the pain, the changes of this sword, the realm, the sword intent, and everything else, were all memorized.
This was truly a bone-deep experience, using one's flesh to carve this sword that was as fleeting as the epiphyllum flower into one's heart!
Using his body to receive the sword, to feel everything about the sword, not to mention doing it, ordinary people would be afraid just thinking about it. But it was this almost crazy dedication to the sword that made Yu Wen Feng the legend of the sword.
"Good sword, I will accept this sword!" Yu Wen Feng squeezed out a few words, his eyes seemingly inadvertently looking in the direction of Ying Feiyang. With a sword piercing through the body, the sword holder's last wish, obsession, and request were all understood in his heart. There was no need for words to communicate between swordsmen.
There was no need to thank him, because the gratitude had already been conveyed through the sword. Gu Jian Sheng's shadow laughed, and the last sound rang through the heavens and earth, "It is indeed a good sword, this sword deserves to be seen by the world!"
The shadow formed by the sword intent pulled out the sword, retreated, and overlapped with the lifeless body, but there was a shocking explosion!
The Qi of the Five Signs of Decay exploded, and Gu Jian Sheng's body exploded. The thick black blood did not fill the sky, but converged into an unparalleled sword current, bringing with it the power to destroy the sky and earth, and crashed down the mountain!
"Deva Five Signs of Decay!" The people of the righteous sects saw the sword current coming towards them, and all of their faces turned ashen, trying to avoid it. But they saw the thick black sword current shoot towards a nearby treetop where there was no one.
"Zeng!" The tree did not move at all, and even the leaves did not move, but after a ripple in the air, a figure appeared in the air.
White clothes, silver mask, Di Ling Tian!
A spot of red quickly spread on his spotless white robe, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow. Paying someone back in their own coin, Di Lingtian was already injured by this sword.
Di Lingtian had been watching from the side? Everyone didn't even have the time to feel lingering fear before they saw the figure let out a muffled groan and rely on the momentum of his retreat to transform into a ray of light. If it wasn't for the horrifying bloodstains left behind on the ground, everyone would have thought that what they saw was an illusion.
But the crowd's astonishment was far from over, because — the "sky" opened!
However, a big hole seemed to have appeared in the sky, and the scattered Sword Qi on the Heavenly Sword Peak condensed and turned into seven extreme sword lights, carrying the last of Gu Jiansheng's sword intent through the shackles of time and space, and went straight into the hole!
What was he going to do?
Was there a need to ask? Of course, to test the world with their swords! Let the experts of the world bear witness to this sword!
Buddhist Heart Zen Temple. In the solemn and magnificent Buddhist Pure Land, the Sanskrit chants softly and cleansed people's hearts. Suddenly, the sharp sound of wind breaking covered the sky full of Sanskrit chants, and a shocking Sword Qi flew through the air, falling straight into the tallest building of Buddhist Heart Zen Temple — the Rebirth Pagoda where the Holy Buddha Supreme sat.
It didn't damage the Rebirth Pagoda at all, but the peerless Sword Qi went straight into the pagoda. With the sound of collision, golden light flashed, and Buddha's halo shone brightly. Holy light seeped out of the Rebirth Pagoda, illuminating the entire Buddhist Heart Zen Temple.
"Holy Buddha Supreme?" That attack went straight for the Holy Buddha Supreme, and the monks in the temple were shocked. Afraid that the Holy Buddha Supreme would be lost, they all headed towards the Rebirth Pagoda.
But they heard a Buddhist chant, "Amitabha." The magnificent Buddhist chant calmed the monks' shock, and the voice was still deep and ancient, but with a hint of compassion …
As the solemn Buddhist chant spread far and wide, for a moment, thousands of bells rang in Buddhist Heart Zen Temple.
On a coast, a few people who didn't dress like people from the Central Plains, but were obviously fishermen returned with a full load. One of them suddenly looked up at the sky, then smiled and said, "You guys go back first, I'll fight some more."
"You're still fighting? Master Li, if you need fish, just come to my house. Do you think I'll take your money? "
"That's right, I'll give some of the fish I caught to Master Li!"
The few fishermen expressed their stance one after another, seeming to be very respectful to that person, but that person shook his head and refused, paddling away alone.
When the person and the boat reached the unexplored sea, a long-awaited Sword Qi descended from the sky. The Sword Will pressed down, causing the seawater to tremble and boil, stirring up wave after wave of waves!
But that person seemed to have expected it. The small boat bobbed up and down on the raging sea, holding the oar in his hand like a knife.
He still looked ordinary, and his temperament didn't become sharp, but the oar filled the sky, swinging in a perfect circle, and a natural "momentum" spread out in a circle.
The "sword and knife" clashed, and two unparalleled forces spread out, cutting off the incoming wave that was a thousand feet high, turning it into pearls and jade.
The seawater flowed down, and the person used the oar to support the boat. He knelt on one knee towards the south and bowed respectfully.
The moment his knee touched the ground, the turbulent sea seemed to be unable to withstand his kneeling, and the wind and waves were flattened, the sea surface became as smooth as a mirror, and only a sound was heard spreading out on the sea surface.
"I, Li Changqi, bid farewell to the 'Sword Crown' here!"
It was also the sea, but this time, it was tens of thousands of feet deep in the sea. In a pure and sparkling crystal palace, on the throne, a beautiful woman with snow-white skin and a cold appearance was holding an ice-blue halberd that didn't match her figure at all.
The halberd hummed, as if it was still trembling from the earth-shattering attack. The beautiful woman didn't say anything. The entire crystal palace was shaking, and a huge force that could rival earthquakes and tsunamis came from the bottom of the palace, as if there was a prehistoric beast under the palace, and now that the peerless sword had aroused its fighting spirit, it was about to break free!
"Silence!" The beautiful woman raised her eyebrows, and suddenly shouted. At the same time, she smashed the halberd on the ground, as if venting her anger. The moment it hit the ground, complex, beautiful, and mysterious patterns spread out from under her halberd, covering every corner of her field of vision. It was like shackles after shackles, shackling the giant beast under the palace layer by layer.
Finally, everything returned to normal, and the beautiful woman sat back on the throne. Who knew if her heart was still turbulent?
In the Splendid Manor, Young Master Ling held a pot of silver wine, and quietly stood in front of a wordless grave. His mind was far away, and he fell into deep memories.
Suddenly, his expression changed, and he sighed, "This pot, to you!"
Young Master Ling threw the pot into the air, and without turning back, he raised his power to the peak, and struck out with a backhand palm. In an instant, the wine pot was wrapped by an incomparably powerful palm energy, and with a dazzling silver arc, it flew up into the sky.
"Peng!" At the same time, a sword energy broke through the air, and smashed the wine pot.
The silver bottle broke, and the wine burst out. The wine was crushed by two huge forces, and as fine as autumn rain, it floated down like silk, landing on Young Master Peacock's shoulder, and on the wordless grave. The wine fragrance was dense, and it added to the sorrow of parting.
In the Southern Border, there was a ten-mile tall tree.
The giant tree that originally covered the sky, at this moment, branches, leaves, and everything else were growing crazily, overlapping and intertwining like layers of palace restrictions, locking the incoming sword energy.
But the sword energy was like a hot knife through butter, breaking through the layers of restrictions, and its target was a little girl behind the layers of greenery.
The little girl looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was sweet and cute. She wore a green dress, and sat on a tree branch. Her pure white feet swayed, but when the sword energy was about to reach her head, her clear eyes flashed with green light, and her aura rose sharply. She stabbed out a finger to meet the sword energy.
When the fingers collided, green waves surged, and leaves fell like rain. Her vision was completely covered by the endless green.
And when the leaves fell, the little girl was still sitting on the tree branch, but her feet were no longer swaying. "It's an unbearable aura. That little guy with the sword is also gone. How long has it been? Thirty years? Forty years? Or fifty years? "
The little girl's tender voice had the vicissitudes of life that did not match her appearance. The little girl sighed, "Life … is really short …"
Were the few sword attacks just now a greeting, a farewell, and the final proof of the sword?
Then this sword attack definitely did not count! Because this sword was stained with genuine killing intent!
Pantheon of Demons, Hidden Dragon Pavilion.
A dragon of calamity was lurking in the back wall of the pavilion. On the back wall of the pavilion was a painting of mountains and rivers of the Great Tang, showing its ambition to swallow the whole world. And the high roof of the pavilion was supported by two rows of pillars, and each pillar was engraved with a world-famous name.
In the pavilion, Bei Longtian, who was listening to the narration of the demon officials, suddenly changed his expression. He stood up and ordered, "Retreat! Retreat as far as you can!"
The demons were still confused, but Bei Longtian had no time to explain. He waved his long sleeves, and a mighty demonic aura turned into a strong wind, pushing the demons back hundreds of feet.
At the same time, his demonic aura surged, turning into nine angry dragons that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. His majestic body soared into the sky like nine dragons.
And when he soared, a sword aura with the power to determine life and death broke through the roof.
"Boom!"
The two forces collided, and the huge sword aura collapsed, but it turned into thousands of tiny sword auras that circled around like a dense net. They carried the killing intent of the universe, giving people the feeling that heaven and earth could not tolerate them and that they would eventually die.
It was not clear whether it was the Nine Dragons Slaying One Sword or the Nine Dragons Slaying One Sword. They could only see the golden glazed tiles on the roof of the pavilion being crushed by the dragon aura and the sword aura.
Finally, even someone as strong as Bei Longtian could not block the sword crown's attack. The nine dragons were all killed by the sword aura, and the ten thousand swords merged into one and flew towards Bei Longtian.
Bei Longtian changed his move in the air. He clenched his fists, and his vital energy was like an unbreakable dragon's scale, blocking the shocking sword.
The invincible sword and the unbreakable shield clashed, but Bei Longtian's strength was slightly weaker. His body that had soared into the sky was pressed back to his original position, sinking into the ground!
After the demon officials were pushed out of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion by Bei Longtian, they did not have time to react. They felt an unparalleled sword aura spreading out from the pavilion, devouring their lives.
The demons blocked and retreated at the same time, suffering heavy injuries. When the raging sword aura subsided, they gathered their courage and went straight into the Hidden Dragon Pavilion. The Hidden Dragon Pavilion seemed to have been ravaged by a hurricane, and in the center of the 'storm'. What they saw was the most unbelievable scene.
The emperor was kneeling on the ground!
Bei Longtian's hair was disheveled, and his clothes were torn. More importantly, one of his knees was smashed into the ground, causing cracks to spread out like a spider web! Seeing something they should not have seen, all the demons were frightened.
Suddenly, they heard Bei Longtian laugh loudly. Due to his injuries, his laughter was like a broken bellows. There was humiliation on his face, but more of it was carefree.
"Dead, finally dead! Hahahaha! "
Amidst his maniacal laughter, Bei Longtian struck his own chest with his palm. "Chi!" A wound appeared on his back, and a strand of sword aura that had entered his body was forced out by this palm and shot behind him.
The pillar with Gu Jian Sheng's name carved on it was hit by this sword, and it collapsed with a loud bang. Even the tottering house collapsed.
One of the pillars had collapsed, and the era of the collapse of heaven and earth had finally arrived!
Out of the seven sword auras, six had their own owners, and the last one was drifting in the endless space and time, flying to an unknown place …
After the commotion, the Heavenly Sword Peak finally calmed down.
His physical body had collapsed, and the sword aura and sword intent no longer existed. Only an 'unbearable' sword was stuck in the ground, reminding the world that a peerless swordsman once existed …
"Bang!" The figure who had been supporting him as he grew up disappeared just like that. Ying Feiyang, who was badly mutilated, finally fell to the ground in exhaustion the moment his last sword intent disappeared. But this time, no one would help him up …
"Jian Guan is dead?"
"Gu Jian Sheng is dead!"
After being stunned for a long time, everyone recovered from the shock.
However, a few of them had already looked at Ying Feiyang with murderous eyes. "Jian Guan is dead, it's time for you to pay for my brother's death!"
Ying Feiyang had killed quite a number of people previously, and now was the time to seek revenge. In the blink of an eye, a few of them flew up two hundred Zhang and arrived beside Ying Feiyang. They raised their weapons and were about to end Ying Feiyang's life!
"Zeng!" Like a black lightning, it fell from the sky and stuck itself in front of Ying Feiyang like a guard!
Looking at the sword stuck in the ground, those people thought that Gu Jian Sheng was not dead. Their legs turned to jelly and some even fell to the ground. Then they came to their senses and shouted to the top of the mountain, "Sword God Yu Wen, this kid has nothing to do with you. Don't interfere!"
"What if I interfere?" Yu Wen Feng covered the wound on his chest. His face was pale and his eyes were as sharp as swords.
They looked at each other and did not dare to speak.
On the other side of the mountain, He Guqiong left without saying a word after Yu Wen Feng's death. The murderous intent on his body also became bleak.
Meanwhile, Mu Zixuan said to Yue Cang Qiong in a provocative tone, "Senior Sword Emperor, Jian Guan is dead and Sword God Yu Wen is seriously injured. He is at his weakest. If you take action now, you will be the most powerful swordsman in the future …"
Yue Cang Qiong gave him a sideways glance. "Weak? Are you kidding me? This is Yu Wen Feng's strongest moment in his life! "
With that, Yue Cang Qiong turned and left, but the fire in his eyes was like a wildfire.
Of all the people present, no one was closer to Yu Wen Feng and Gu Jian Sheng than he was, but no one knew better than him just how difficult it was to cross that thin line!
If all the sects cultivated together, there would be no more barriers between them. If there were no more barriers, they would be united. Without bloodshed, they would be able to become a saint inside and a king outside. The past concept sounded good, but it was too slow, too slow!
When he reached the peak of being a saint inside and a king outside, who knew what level Yu Wen Feng would reach?
Perhaps, it was time to try another path …
Half a year ago, the fire seed that Di Lingtian had sown in his heart was finally ignited by this battle.
Yue Cang Qiong stepped on the ground and left a deep footprint on the ground. With this step, he had stepped on the imperial road of swordsmanship!
Both of them had left. The mountain wind blew, leaving only their purple clothes fluttering in the wind. Putting away her hypocritical mask, Mu Zixuan knelt in the direction where Gu Jian Sheng disappeared. She knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, just like when she became his disciple.
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