Ji Yaoyue's green skirt moved first, and the green and white blades swept towards Master Peacock like two lightning bolts. She was using the 'Awakening Sting' of the 24 Winds of Trade Blades.
The blade of Awakening Sting was like the first spring thunder that awakened all things. The two blades slashed towards Master Peacock with the momentum of wind and thunder, and the whistling wind of the blades shocked Ying Feiyang. He waved his sword again, complementing it with the Great Thunderclap Sword of Ling Xiao Sword School.
The swords were like thunder, and the blades were like lightning. Ji Yaoyue and Ying Feiyang joined hands again. For a moment, the wind and thunder surged, the trees swayed, and the leaves moved. In the dense forest where the night rain had just stopped, it seemed that a bigger storm was brewing. As the two's tacit understanding gradually reached its peak, the storm and thunder poured down!
The blades and swords weaved into a dense net, attacking Master Peacock like a storm, but Master Peacock did not care at all. With a branch in his hand, the wind did not move, and the area within a radius of three feet seemed to have become a world of its own, and the shadows of the blades and swords could not disturb his pace at all.
"Infusing emotion into the sword? It is indeed a good swordsmanship! " Ying Feiyang was previously tired of defending under Master Peacock's attack, and did not have time to carefully appreciate the swordsmanship. Now, with the help of Ji Yaoyue, he was able to catch his breath and see the clues of the swordsmanship.
The sword was only the carrier of this swordsmanship, and the emotion was the source. Master Peacock's figure was empty and lonely, but the affection on the branch was blazing without any concealment, as if the sword was a letter that conveyed his feelings, expressing his deep love for a woman.
True and sincere, with no regrets until death. The sword style and sword will were one, and it made Ying Feiyang feel that this was the only emotion that existed in the world. Not to mention his and Ji Yaoyue's blades, even if the mountains collapsed and the earth split, or the heaven and earth merged, it would not affect the momentum of Master Peacock's sword at all.
Ying Feiyang's mood was also affected by the swordsmanship. He only thought about who he would be conveying his feelings to when he used this swordsmanship. When he responded, he could not help but look at Ji Yaoyue, only to find that Ji Yaoyue was also looking at him. Her eyes were as clear as water, and it was intoxicating.
Ying Feiyang's heart skipped a beat, and when Ji Yaoyue met his eyes, she also blushed, but their cooperation did not slip up because of this moment of distraction. On the contrary, the combination of affection and feelings was even more ingenious. When they attacked, they were actually inadvertently tainted with the artistic conception of Master Peacock's sword. Although it was said that they were working together to fight the enemy, there was not a hint of sharpness. It was more like the two of them were dancing to the accompaniment of Master Peacock's music.
But when the emotion was strong, he heard Master Peacock's long cry, the sound was heart-wrenching, and it was heartbreaking. The artistic conception of the sword suddenly changed, and the intense and passionate affection turned into extreme grief. In a flash, Ying Feiyang saw the broken branches, and the broken wings of a mandarin duck. In the next moment, the mournful sword will was already upon him.
Ying Feiyang and Ji Yaoyue's expressions suddenly changed. They saw that Master Peacock's body was thin, and his eyes were empty. When he attacked, he was like a walking corpse, and there was no interest in life. His sword was tainted with the unbearable pain, and he did not want to live alone. But it was as if he wanted to drag the whole world down with him. His sword moves became more and more desperate.
Faced with Master Peacock's merciless sword moves, Ying Feiyang and Ji Yaoyue immediately felt the pressure, and even their hearts were invaded by the idea of death. For a moment, they felt that life was meaningless, and they did not want to resist anymore. They wanted to die under Master Peacock's sword …
But at the moment of crisis, Ying Feiyang's heart suddenly stirred, and he circulated his genuine Qi, using a move of the Dharma Sword's "Buddha Asks Sangharama". The blade of the sword blocked the oncoming branches, and the sound of the sword turned into a magnificent Buddhist sound, vast and solemn, entering his and Ji Yaoyue's ears. It was as if they were suddenly enlightened, and in a flash, the thought of seeking death was dispelled.
With their minds cleared, the two of them moved at the same time. Ying Feiyang used the Azure Dragon Reincarnation Sword as the main attack, and the Star Discipline Sword moved like a swimming dragon, agile and nimble, with endless sword will. Ji Yaoyue cooperated with him, using the "Rainwater" move of the 24 Winds of Trade Blades, which strengthened Ying Feiyang's Azure Dragon Sword.
Even though it was just a battle of moves, the battle was still extremely dangerous up to this point. However, with his close cooperation with Ji Yaoyue, Ying Feiyang had a feeling that his sword was slowly transforming. It was as if the distance between him and his sword was gradually disappearing, reaching a mysterious realm where he could control his sword as long as he wanted it to. And he had experienced this realm when he teamed up with Ji Yaoyue to fight Master Peacock. And Ji Yaoyue's twin blades were also changing, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, as if they had a special rhythm that was not controlled by time. Every strike was accompanied by an unpredictable rhythm, as if they were trying to sever the river of time and the opponent before them.
Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping … The figures intertwined, and it was unknown how many rounds they had exchanged, but Ying Feiyang and Ji Yaoyue gradually regained their advantage. Endless sounds of battle rang out in the forest, as if the night rain had come again, hitting the leaves in the forest. But then, with a clang, the battle stopped.
The wind stopped, and the leaves stopped. All was silent. The three intertwined figures suddenly stood still. But they maintained a triangular stance with the tip of the blade, sword, and tree branch against each other …
And at this moment, a cool breeze blew. The tree branch that Gongzi Ling was holding had a bud that had not yet bloomed. Under Gongzi Ling's divine power, the tree branch suffered thousands of strikes, but the bud was not harmed at all. At this moment, it actually bloomed beautifully, spitting out tiny stamens in the wind.
And when the flower bloomed, it emitted a natural vitality, bringing life to Gongzi Ling's originally lifeless sword will.
Gongzi Ling suddenly burst into laughter, the sorrow on his face completely gone. "You two are really interesting. I let you take a round of this Young Master's sword art and learn as much as you could. I didn't expect that you would break it before this Young Master finished!"
It turned out that when Ying Feiyang and Ji Yaoyue used the Green Dragon Reincarnation Sword and the Blade of Rainwater, one was of the wood attribute, and the other was of the water attribute. The water moistened the wood and transferred the abundant vitality to the tree branch. Because of this, the flower bud on the tree branch bloomed, and the little vitality made the Death Will on Gongzi Ling's sword no longer pure, which was in line with the essence of "breaking death with life".
At this moment, Ying Feiyang's back was wet with cold sweat. He put away his sword and bowed. "Gongzi, you really gave way too much. Your sword art is based on emotion, and it is unique. If we really fought, we would not have any chance of survival."
Gongzi Ling smiled playfully. "Oh? You are full of praise for my sword art. Then let me ask you, how does it compare with your honored master's? "
Ying Feiyang frowned and thought for a moment. He said seriously, "A person's shadow is like a tree's name. Now that the honored master is dead, only his name remains, so I dare not belittle him. I can only tell you the truth. In terms of cultivation, Gongzi is on par with my honored master, but in terms of sword, Gongzi is much inferior …"
"Oh?" Gongzi Ling raised his eyebrows.
Upon hearing this, Ji Yaoyue became anxious. Everyone knew that Gongzi Ling was extremely arrogant. She was afraid that Ying Feiyang's public belittling would annoy Master Peacock, so she could not help but secretly pinch Ying Feiyang's soft spot.
However, as soon as Ying Feiyang talked about the sword, his infatuation began to act up again. He continued as if he did not feel anything and continued, "Gongzi's sword art is divided into two sections, the upper and lower, but they are completely different sword wills. The upper section is filled with vague emotions, deep and lasting, moving according to emotion, hiding endless changes. It can be said to be an extremely profound sword art. The lower section is mournful and bleak, lifeless and more lifeless than the upper section, so it is more powerful. But in terms of style and artistic conception, it is inferior to the upper section. "
As he said this, he pointed to the branch and said, "A withered branch can still spit out new buds. If Gongzi saw the death of a tree, your heart would be like dead ashes, and you would want to perish together with it. Isn't it because a withered tree has abandoned the new life contained within it?"
"A withered branch can still spit out new buds … a withered branch can still spit out new buds …" Gongzi Ling looked thoughtful and murmured a few times. Suddenly, he smiled and stuck the branch into the ground. "What do you know?"
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