The arrow broke through the air, like an aurora, piercing through the sky and shooting.
This arrow was not aimed at Ma Qianli's saber, but at Ma Qianli's head.
If Ma Qianli insisted on killing Yuwen Ran, he would be shot in the head by this arrow, which was very likely to be fatal.
Ma Qianli was a person who cherished his life, especially after comprehending and mastering the unity of body and saber. His future potential was limitless. He was not willing to take a risk and fight with his life.
The exquisite saber technique was displayed. The saber that was originally aimed at Yuwen Ran did not have any delay. It was like a swallow turning back in mid-air. There was no reluctance. Once again, it highlighted the strength of the unity of body and saber.
After the arrow was chopped and shattered, the saber slashed across the sky, leaving behind a stunning and unparalleled trajectory. It circled around Ma Qianli's body, reflecting the light of the rising sun.
The saber was perfectly integrated with Ma Qianli's arm, as if it grew directly from the arm. It brought a strong impact to Chen Zong, not only on the visual impact, but also on the spiritual impact.
The long saber fell. Yuwen Ran seized the opportunity and barely avoided it, but his face was cut by the saber wind. There was a cut, like an open mouth. There was no time and no mind to take care of the wound. He rolled awkwardly, like a rolling gourd, covered with dust.
"You spoiled my good things again and again. I'll kill you first." Ma Qianli did not pursue Yuwen Ran, because in his view, these people inhaled the weakness of the body. For a certain period of time, their strength was scattered and they were weak. They were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
There was only one person who could really threaten him, and that was Chen Zong.
Or, it was the bow and arrow in Chen Zong's hand.
The first arrow made Ma Qianli feel the horror of death. It also made him break through the great horror brought by death. He mastered the unity of body and saber and became more powerful.
The second and third arrows saved the people he wanted to kill.
No matter what, Ma Qianli could not let go of Chen Zong.
He would kill Chen Zong first and remove the threat he posed. Then, he would slowly torture and kill the people who were poisoned by the Desire Softening Powder to vent the fear of being hunted down.
Thinking of this, the corners of Ma Qianli's mouth unconsciously curled into an evil smile. The killing intent in his eyes was shocking.
A distance of more than 300 meters was nothing to Ma Qianli, who had peerless Lightness Skill. He could quickly cross it in a breath. The long saber was like a thunderbolt that tore the sky apart. With an unparalleled killing intent, it ruthlessly attacked Chen Zong.
Yang Qifeng and the others could only watch helplessly as Ma Qianli charged towards Chen Zong. This was because the effect of the Desire Weakening Powder had completely taken effect. They only felt that their bodies were hot and dry, but their limbs were weak and powerless. Their inner strength was scattered, and they were unable to gather the slightest bit. All kinds of charming thoughts constantly emerged in their minds.
It was getting closer. The lightning-like saber light crossed 100 meters … 200 meters … It was getting closer and closer. The terrible killing intent was like a storm that was about to swallow and destroy Chen Zong.
The arrow shot by Chen Zong was cut in half by the saber, but it couldn't stop the opponent's footsteps.
That saber contained Ma Qianli's essence, Qi, and spirit. It contained Ma Qianli's understanding and mastery of the saber. It had reached an extremely profound level.
"It seems that the truth of martial arts doesn't distinguish between good and evil people." A thought flashed through Chen Zong's mind.
There were good and evil people in this world. As a warrior, whether good or evil, it was more obvious and thorough than ordinary people. But no matter whether a person was good or evil, martial arts didn't distinguish between cultivation methods and martial arts.
The truth of martial arts was the realm of absolute fairness and neutrality. It wouldn't favor you because you were old, nor would it fall in love with you because you were young. It wouldn't even be controlled by your behavior. It was closely related to talent and potential.
Talent and potential had nothing to do with good or evil.
A strong person wasn't necessarily a good person, and a weak person wasn't necessarily a bad person.
Everything was possible in the face of life.
Martial arts was the way of loyalty and the purest way.
Countless insights emerged in Chen Zong's mind.
Then, he thought of the sword move of State Scholar Ye Feifan in Splendid Garden in Linshan Commandery.
That sword move seemed to have cut through the darkness of the morning and brought dawn.
That sword move was incomparably stunning.
Every time Chen Zong comprehended it, he knew that what that sword move represented was a kind of superb state of swordsmanship. In other words, it represented a kind of state of swordsmanship.
Martial arts was a great way between heaven and earth. It went straight through the past and the present, and no one knew how deep it was.
Swordsmanship belonged to martial arts, but it was separated from martial arts and became its own way.
The unity of body and sword belonged to the state of martial arts. And the unity of body and sword was the standard and threshold for a warrior to enter the state of swordsmanship.
More and more insights came to him, like a torrent bursting through a dam.
Ye Feifan's sword move left an indelible mark in Chen Zong's mind and planted a seed. However, at that time, Chen Zong's combat strength was far inferior to Ye Feifan's, so his comprehension was limited.
Up until now, Chen Zong's comprehension had already accumulated to a pinnacle. Ma Qianli's sudden burst of power under the great terror of death and his comprehension of becoming one with the saber had directly affected Chen Zong.
Then, Ma Qianli attacked again and again with his sword. His superb swordsmanship, his power beyond the limit, and his smooth and smooth control brought an indescribable impact to Chen Zong.
Although Chen Zong was shooting arrows, he didn't forget to observe and comprehend.
Now, Ma Qianli's slash had crossed a distance of over 300 meters. His entire body and the long saber in his hand had become one. Finally, he had shattered the last shackle on Chen Zongshen's path of enlightenment.
A feeling as if something was broken spontaneously arose.
His fingers seemed to move uncontrollably, as if he wanted to hold something. It seemed that the bow in his hand was not used to it.
"Sword …" He murmured, and the clouds parted to reveal the moon. It was clear in an instant.
"Sword …" The idea became clearer, and an inexplicable attraction seemed to come from the depths of his bone marrow.
"Sword …" For the third time, Chen Zong unconsciously loosened his index fingers, and the precious Fierce Dragon Bow and the expensive magic iron arrow fell at the same time.
An indescribable throbbing from the bottom of his heart, bone, and soul drove Chen Zong's hands to clasp the sword hilt at the same time.
The sword hilt of the Red Thunder Sword!
The sword hilt of the Ancient Sword!
The moment his hands clasped the sword hilt, a feeling of blood connection from the depths of his bone marrow arose spontaneously.
It was as if the two swords and his hands had always been one, and they grew together from the mother's body when they were very, very young.
For the first time, Chen Zong felt the aura of the swords and the throbbing of the swords.
It was as if the swords in his hand had come alive, full of spirit, as if they were little lives that shared life and death with him.
With the swords in hand, Chen Zong could clearly feel the tyrannical power contained in the Red Thunder Sword. It was the Sword Qi in his dream when he crossed the Hundred Beast Mountain Range, a terrifying Sword Qi that could threaten a Transcendent Realm master.
Chen Zong would not casually trigger this Sword Qi. It would be a waste.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong woke up from his intoxication.
"Body and Sword as One!"
"Hand and sword are one."
"Body and sword are also one."
"Hand can be sword, body can also be sword!"
"Body and Sword as One, sword is hand, sword is leg."
Although they seemed to be scattered, they actually contained indescribably profound insights. They appeared one after another, causing Chen Zong's understanding of the unity of body and sword to become clearer and deeper. This was something that Ma Qianli could not compare to.
In fact, with Ma Qianli's talent and potential, he might not necessarily be able to comprehend Body and Sword as One. It was only because of the great terror between life and death that he was able to break through. It was a barbaric type of mastery. In the end, it was only a preliminary mastery. It would be very difficult to improve. Ma Qianli would need to spend a lot of time and energy in the later stages to gradually deepen it.
Chen Zong, on the other hand, was different. Ever since he had obtained the mysterious sword tip and modified it, his potential had been constantly unlocked. As time went by, as he continued to cultivate and comprehend, his understanding of the sword grew deeper and deeper. Bit by bit, it formed an accumulation.
Unlike Ma Qianli, Ma Qianli's accumulation was not enough. Therefore, after breaking through with the help of the great terror between life and death, he remained at the most preliminary level of Body and Sword as One.
Chen Zong was different. After breaking through, a new door seemed to open in front of him. A more wonderful world suddenly appeared in front of him. At this moment, the accumulation of the past also turned into countless insights, deepening Chen Zong's understanding and mastery of Body and Sword as One.
Body and Martial Arts as One was a general term for a martial arts realm, and there were detailed divisions.
The first level of Body and Martial Arts as One was called Unification. As the name implied, it was the integration of one's strength, the combination of one's weapon and martial arts techniques, and the power could be exerted beyond the limit.
Now Ma Qianli was at the Unification level of Body and Sword as One.
The second level was called Lingwu. As the name implied, the weapon seemed to be given life and came to life, and so did the cultivation method and martial arts techniques.
The second level was far superior to the first level, and the gap was very obvious. Some warriors could not break through after mastering Body and Martial Arts as One for the rest of their lives, and could only be stuck at the Unification level.
At this moment, Chen Zong was crossing the First Level Merge and gradually entering the Second Level Spiritual Martial Force. This was due to his continuous training and the accumulation of his consciousness. The benefits of this accumulation were brought about by the explosion of his accumulation.
If other warriors knew that Chen Zong had advanced from Lingwu to the second level of Lingwu in such a short time, they would be so jealous that they would go crazy.
Ma Qianli, who was wielding his sword with all his strength, suddenly felt that Chen Zong's breath had changed. The change made him feel a little familiar, and it seemed to be a little similar to him, but there seemed to be some differences. The two swords seemed to come to life and were about to fly out, which gave Ma Qianli a very bad feeling.
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