Heavenly Sword Peak. Three days had passed since that earth-shattering sword battle. The scene of devastation was still there, but the peak was no longer there.
In the straw hut on the mountainside, Ying Feiyang had also been unconscious for three days. He did not retreat even an inch under the waves of swords, just to imprint the final posture of his Master's sword in his heart. The price he had to pay was that he was cut into thousands of pieces and remained unconscious.
At the head of the bed, Ji Yaoyue propped her chin up, her charming little head nodding like a chick pecking at grains.
First Madam Gong Sun tiptoed over and draped a robe over her. But just as she touched her shoulder, she shuddered and cried out, "Ying Feiyang!" She woke up abruptly.
Seeing that it was First Madam Gong Sun, she blushed. "First Madam, why are you here?"
"You haven't slept for three days. Go and rest. I'll take care of things here."
Ji Yaoyue shook her head. "I'll be fine. Senior Yuwen's injuries are just as serious. First Madam, you should take care of him."
"I bought him to be a fighter for the Twelve Districts of the Red Pavilion, not to take care of him." First Madam Gong Sun laughed. "Don't bother with that crazy man. He doesn't even want to bandage his wounds. He's still studying that sword through his wounds. As for you, no matter how worried you are about him, there's no point in staying here. "
Ji Yaoyue's cheeks were flushed red. But looking at the deep knife wound on Ying Feiyang's forehead, she felt a stab of pain. Her expression returned to normal. "I'm only worried about Sky Incense Valley. I only owe him …"
"You're still so stubborn." First Madam Gong Sun was too lazy to expose her. She took a few deep breaths and said suspiciously, "There seems to be a smell."
Ji Yaoyue wrinkled her nose and suddenly realized something. "Oh, it's me who cooked the medicine!"
She didn't know how long she had slept, but judging by the smell, the medicine should have dried up. She quickly lifted her skirt and rushed to the kitchen.
First Madame Gong Sun laughed involuntarily. Ji Yaoyue was a smart and quick-witted girl with a good figure. During the time she spent with First Madame Gong Sun, not only did Ji Yaoyue learn to dance very quickly, she even incorporated her dance skills into the Sky Incense Valley's sword skills.
However, no matter if it was cooking or cooking, once it came into contact with the stove, it would be a mess. Even someone as fearless as the Sword God was somewhat afraid of the things she made. She didn't expect that something as simple as boiling medicine would be no exception.
But soon, she couldn't smile anymore. She rushed to the kitchen and shouted, "Yue'er, what did you do? Why did you burn the kitchen again? "
…
"Ying Feiyang, I'm here to feed you the medicine." After a while, Ji Yaoyue returned to the room with a bowl of black mucus that emitted a pungent smell. She saw that the bed had been flipped open and the room was empty …
Ji Yaoyue sighed and put down the bowl of medicine. She turned around and left the room, but she knew that Ying Feiyang must be there.
The mountain wind blew past, sounding like a whimper. It was as if the heavens and earth were mourning his death.
In the chilly wind, Ying Feiyang's clothes fluttered and the 'Unbearable' in his hands danced in the wind. His eyes were misty and illusory, and it was hard to tell if he was focused or lost in thought.
Ying Feiyang had been unconscious on the bed for many days. His qi and blood had yet to recover, and his Dantian was empty.
What he used was the last one hundred and one moves of Gu Jian Sheng's life. Every move of Gu Jian Sheng's was simple and natural. It seemed to be a few simple moves such as stabbing, flicking, flying, sweeping … but in reality, every move was full of profound swordsmanship. Even though Ying Feiyang was a genius, it was hard for him to remember all of them.
Because of this, the sword dance was stiff at the beginning. The 'Unbearable' in his hands felt heavy. As he moved, the wound that had not yet healed was pulled, and drops of blood appeared on his clothes.
Ying Feiyang did not seem to feel any pain at all. Every time he reached a point of stagnation, he would start from the first move again. Just like that, he repeated it over and over again. At first, he was still a little rusty, but after a dozen rounds, he gradually became familiar with it. His sword moves were sometimes clear and sometimes gloomy. The sword moved with him, suddenly appearing and suddenly transforming. Sometimes it was like a spirit snake slithering, sometimes it was like a blooming flower. It was as if the meridians of heaven and earth could not be cut off, and all of them had the aura of the universe.
Even though it was only the form and was far from Gu Jian Sheng's profound swordsmanship, it was enough to show its extraordinariness.
But every time, he was stuck at the same move.
"What's the next move?" He couldn't remember. Ying Feiyang started practicing the first move, and a few more hideous sword wounds appeared on his body.
"What's the next move?" He couldn't remember. From the first move, Ying Feiyang's clothes were soaked in blood …
"What's the next move?" He couldn't remember. From the first move, Ying Feiyang's blood flowed down his hands and onto his clothes. As the sword rose and fell, a rain of blood fell from the sky …
…
"What's the next move?"
"What's the next move?"
"What's the next move?"
Why couldn't he remember? Couldn't remember! Couldn't remember!
Ying Feiyang practiced again and again, and the more he danced, the wilder he became. He disturbed the wind and clouds, and his eyes were dyed red by the blood that spurted out of his sword. Every wound on his body was bleeding profusely, as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood …
"Enough!"
With a flash of cold light, Ji Yaoyue pulled out her saber and blocked Ying Feiyang's blade. She couldn't bear it and said, "Stop practicing, Ying Feiyang, there is … no more next move …"
"No … no more …" Ying Feiyang's eyes were wide open, as if he was asking the girl in front of him, "What do you mean?"
Ji Yaoyue bit her lips, her eyes were sad and pitiful, "No more, it's all gone!"
In a person's life, they would constantly lose things at the same time they gained them. She had experienced it once, and now, it was his turn to suffer the cruel loss!
"Pa!" The sword in his hand became unbearably heavy, and fell to the ground. Ying Feiyang felt like he had been punched in the chest. He staggered backward, his shoulders trembling, and he couldn't say anything.
So that was it. He finally remembered. It wasn't that he couldn't remember the next move, it was that there was no more!
There was no more next move, and so was his Master!
His Master, who was either drinking or swindling all day long, who looked unreliable, but was more reliable than anyone else, was gone!
The memories were like waves, crashing into him. Ying Feiyang was knocked down by the "waves", kneeling at the place where his Master had died. His heart was empty, and he suddenly dug the ground in a daze, as if he wanted to find his Master who had disappeared, or as if he wanted to dig a hole to bury his pained heart. Or maybe there was no reason, and he just wanted to do something …
But the more he dug, the stickier the soil became. Soaked in the soil were blood and tears …
Finally, he stopped this meaningless action. His fingers dug into the soil, and he buried his head. His shoulders trembled, and he whimpered like an injured little beast.
"Pu!" A sword Qi broke free from the wound on his calf, and plowed a deep trench on the ground.
"Pu! Pu! " The two sword Qi that drilled into his shoulder blades slashed out, and a mountain rock that had escaped the Sword God's attack was cut in half.
"Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! "The sword Qi that had been stored in the wounds all over his body, along with the tears that burst a dam, exploded at this moment!
Am I only allowed to cry for you once? Now is the time.
"Ahhhhhh!" His voice was like the cry of a young tiger. The Sword God's disciple clenched his bloody fists, and cried into the hole he had dug.
Ten days later.
Ying Feiyang was clean, and his face had regained color. He no longer showed his pain, but buried it in his heart. At this moment, Unbearable Sword hung on his waist, and Star Ji Sword hung on his back. He was bidding farewell to Yu Wen Feng.
"The sword Qi in your body has been forced out, and your external injuries are almost healed, but your internal injuries are not. You have many enemies outside, are you sure you want to leave now?" First Madame Gong Sun raised her eyebrows and asked.
Yu Wen Feng also said stiffly, "Your Master asked me to take care of you. You will be safe if you stay on the Heavenly Sword Peak."
Ying Feiyang bowed and said, "Thank you, seniors. However, neither Master nor Senior Sword God can protect me for the rest of my life. I have to be alone in order to forge a Sword Dao that is different from Master and Senior Sword God."
Yu Wen Feng had been protecting him for the past few days, and Ying Feiyang could see it clearly. But he had already made up his mind. First, he had Master, and after Master died, he had Sword God's protection. This kind of luck was enviable, but a person could only grow after going through trials and hardships alone, wasn't it?
What's more, there was another reason …
First Madame Gong Sun narrowed her beautiful eyes and asked sharply, "Oh? Then aren't you going to bid farewell to Yue 'er? "
Ying Feiyang was startled, but still shook his head, "No need. She and I have our own things to do. If we are too close now, it will only delay each other's progress. The world is small, and we will meet again someday."
"Hmph, you don't know how to treasure what's in front of you. When we meet again, things might be the same, but people might be different." First Madame Gong Sun snorted unhappily. Having heard some rumors about her and Yu Wen Feng's past, Ying Feiyang knew that she was expressing her feelings, and he didn't dare to ignore her.
First Madame Gong Sun sighed and said, "Forget it. I have something to remind you. The Six Paths of Evil Destruction is not simple in targeting you this time. Previously, the Six Paths of Evil Destruction tried to probe Yue 'er, but they were repelled by me. You know very well what you are hiding."
Ying Feiyang nodded, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "Isn't it the Sky Cleansing Altar hidden in the Universe Splitter Sword and the Universe Destroyer Saber? Even if they don't find me, I will find them sooner or later. I will make the Six Paths of Evil Destruction pay for what happened to Master! "
Yu Wen Feng said again, "I also played a part in your Master's death. If you want revenge, come find me at any time."
"Senior, you helped my Master get what he wanted. To me, there is only kindness, not enmity. Am I someone who can't distinguish kindness and enmity? However, one day, I will also find Senior, not for revenge, but to ask Senior, "Ying Feiyang raised his head, but his eyes were looking straight at Sword God." — to prove my sword! "
Yu Wen Feng's eyes also sharpened. "As long as you can come, I will wait for you!"
Ying Feiyang let out a sigh of relief, and took one last look at this sorrowful place. "Then take care, Seniors. Ying Feiyang is here. Farewell!"
With that, he turned around and went down the mountain. This was a path that he had no regrets walking alone.
When he reached the foot of the mountain, sword light suddenly flashed, and several swords shot toward him. Ying Feiyang was shocked, and he bent his body to dodge, but the sword light came from behind again, and he was trapped in a net of swords.
Only then did Ying Feiyang suddenly remember that there was a sword formation protecting the Heavenly Sword Peak. When he left, he forgot to ask about the method of the sword formation. When he was walking, he was lost in thought, and actually fell into the sword formation.
Brilliant sword shadows shot from all directions, weaving a dense net of swords in the air that could catch mosquitoes. With a sharpness that could pierce through metal and stone, they stretched toward Ying Feiyang's body.
Ying Feiyang's mind shuddered, and Star Ji Sword and Unbearable Sword appeared at the same time. The two swords danced, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of metal clashing sounds were accompanied by dazzling sparks, and the sound was continuous.
The swords in the sword formation were abandoned by those who had previously challenged the Sword Deity, but they still retained their original owner's sword style. It was just that the sword momentum was complicated and changeable, and it had reached an unimaginable level. Sometimes it was big and powerful, sometimes it came and went with subtle changes, sometimes it was clumsy and simple, and sometimes it was extremely fast. Sometimes it was earth-shattering and stormy, and sometimes it was continuous and dense, like a drizzle and mist. What was more frightening was that these completely different styles of sword techniques and sword momentum were all displayed in the same sword formation, and they were completely integrated together, and had the ability to change unpredictably.
The sword formation was a threshold set by the Sword Deity to select challengers, so it naturally had a certain power. In the blink of an eye, Ying Feiyang was already at his wits' end, and his old injuries had not yet healed, and new wounds were added. Suddenly, his shoulder was hit by a sword, and Unbearable Sword flew out of his hand and stabbed into the ground …
At the thatched hut, Ji Yaoyue ran over with a letter, and asked anxiously, "First Madame, Senior Sword Deity, did you meet Ying Feiyang?"
First Madame Gongsun looked at her lovingly, and said, "He's gone."
"Really … gone …" Ji Yaoyue was stunned, and felt lost. Then, she tore the letter in her hand into pieces, and stomped on it with her little boots, "He didn't say a word, and only left a letter. He even said that he would regret it someday. Do I know you that well? Only a ghost would want to see you again!"
First Madame Gongsun did not stop her, and looked at her with a faint smile as she stomped the white letter into the soil. After a few stomps, Ji Yaoyue suddenly remembered, "Oh yes, there's a sword formation at the foot of the mountain, does Ying Feiyang know how to pass through it?
First Madame Gongsun's smile also froze, and she exclaimed, "Oh no, I forgot to tell him!"
Ji Yaoyue said anxiously, "How could this be, how long has he been gone? No, I'll go find him!"
"What's the use of you going alone? I'll go with you! "First Madame Gongsun was also about to leave.
"Don't worry, he can pass through the sword formation." God of Swords said lightly, as if he was stating a simple fact.
"Did Senior God of Swords tell him the way to pass through the sword formation?"
Yu Wen Feng shook his head, "No, but —"
"The sword of the crown, how can it be left in the land of the defeated!" Ying Feiyang shouted, and used the Astral Steps to dodge a few swords. There were still a few swords that he could not dodge, but he did not intend to. The swords entered his body, and Ying Feiyang's face contorted in pain, but his hand was pressed on the hilt of 'Unbearable', and he held it tightly.
Then, he raised the sword to the sky, and with sword qi wrapped around it, the blade expanded ten times, and slashed down!
Ji Yaoyue was burning with anxiety, and hurried to the foot of the mountain. What 'the sword of the crown, how can it be left in the land of the defeated!' Old man Yu Wen Feng was sure that Ying Feiyang was fine, but what kind of reason was that!
Ji Yaoyue criticized in her heart, and in a flash, she had already flown to the front of the sword formation, only to see a shocking scene.
The sword formation, as if it had been ravaged by a ferocious beast, split open in the middle, and a straight path was torn open. What blocked the path, was a sword mark that was a few feet long, and a field of broken weapons. And in the formation, although a trail of blood was meandering, it continued to move forward, all the way to the foot of the mountain …
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