Smart for a lifetime, stupid for once.
This was Cui Zhaoren's position in himself.
Cui Zhaoren decided to do something stupid, to be a crazy man.
This was not the first time Cui Zhaoren killed someone. It could even be said that because of his position, killing people was a common occurrence for him.
He killed for power, killed for profit, killed for his superiors, killed for his family. He killed for conspiracies, killed for flattery, killed because of a disagreement, killed because he wanted to kill — —
This time, not for anything else, but for his battle skills.
The ancients have a saying: Learn the Record of Slaying Dragon and sell it to the royal family.
This sentence naturally has an element of benefit, as if everyone's diligent cultivation is for the sake of the word 'sell'.
However, there should also be a different purpose.
Some people seek longevity, some people seek to be powerful. Some people seek to leave their name in history, and some people seek their innermost desires.
Throughout the history of Starry Sky, only those who practice martial arts because of their innermost desires can truly stand at the peak of Starry Sky and become the supreme ruler of the entire world.
For example, Li Qiubai, and also Du Ruofu.
Cui Zhaoren is an extremely proud person, confident in his own talent, confident in his own wisdom, and even more confident in his family's unique skills.
This time, he fought for the 'Sword of Tribulation', and also for the 'Secrets of a hundred and eight thousand Desolation'.
Fighting for his years of painstaking study.
He wanted to do everything he could to fight and kill Li Muyang.
You die, or I perish.
It seems fair.
Li Muyang understood Cui Zhaoren's intention, saying: "I don't like you."
"Me too."
"But now — — I somewhat admire you." Li Muyang said in a low voice. "A young master of a rich and powerful family, yet you did not flee in the face of danger, fearless in the face of danger, and did not hesitate to fight to the death. You have a heroic spirit."
"Me too." Cui Zhaoren looked at Li Muyang floating high in the sky, saying: "The body of a grass root, but able to summon wind and rain, showing great power — — Although I still don't know what exactly happened here. However, I still have a lot of respect for those who have godly skills. The sharpness of a treasured sword is honed. Honing sounds simple, but not everyone can persevere. "
Outstanding people would always be able to obtain the recognition of equally outstanding people. Those fools would only point at their backs and say: They relied on luck.
Li Muyang and Cui Zhaoren chatted for a while and felt a sense of mutual appreciation.
They finally found a glimmer of light in each other.
"Then, let me experience your second sword." Li Muyang said aloud, "The name of the sword is Karma Severing?"
"Yes. Only by severing karma can one reach the other side. " Cui Zhaoren smiled and said, "I haven't mastered this sword move yet. This is the first time I've used it in its entirety. So, I hope I won't disappoint you. "
"Okay, I will remember this name," Li Muyang said. "If someone uses this sword on me again in the future, I will remember it, and I will remember you."
Cui Zhaoren felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. What do you mean by that?
The battle hasn't even started yet you say you will remember me in the future — — as if I'm going to die this time.
"I will miss you, too, in my heart."
Cui Zhaoren no longer said anything. Strength is the best language.
His face was calm, his right hand lifted his wrist and raised his sword high.
The black robe on his body billowed, as if it was unable to withstand the infusion of strength.
Rip — —
The sound of ripping cloth was heard, and the hem of Cui Zhaoren's black robe was torn off.
But the torn piece of cloth did not leave, but floated in the air like Cui Zhaoren.
With Cui Zhaoren as the core, a cyclone was formed, and the piece of cloth was also within the cyclone.
Cui Zhaoren's body split into one hundred thousand, the sky was densely filled with the shadows of Cui Zhaoren's sword.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the one hundred thousand Cui Zhaoren became one and only Cui Zhaoren.
Cui Zhaoren's left hand formed a sword seal, his five fingers instantly formed more than ten hand seals. It looked complicated and gorgeous, dazzling and confusing.
The sword he held high began to flash with a black light. It was the fire of hell, the colour of death.
Rumour has it that when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva saw all living beings in hell suffering, he empathised with them and vowed to go to hell to save all living beings. 'If I don't go to hell, who will? If hell is not empty, I vow not to become a Buddha '. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva used his Bodhi heart to obtain the fire of hell, and with great wisdom and wisdom, he created this tribulation sword technique and taught it to the people of the world, helping them to cut off the karma and abandon their bodies to become a Buddha.
With the infusion of internal force, the fire continued to rise and spread, like a single spark setting the prairie ablaze.
The long sword acted as a torch, lighting up the sky in this area.
The black flame was burning, but you could not feel the slightest heat wave. Instead, there was a chill that made one's heart palpitate and a chill run down their spine.
Cold!
Cold to the bone!
Kacha Kacha — —
The air froze into fog, the living beings in the sky, including the falling raindrops, were instantly frozen after being burned by the fire of hell. When they fell onto the river, they turned into black balls of ice.
Pa pa pa — —
The ice balls slapped against the surface of the river, dealing a devastating blow to the scholars and businessmen who were still floating on the river.
The river was wide and vast, with no end in sight. It was almost impossible to swim to the shore with their own physical strength.
What they were waiting for now was for the sky to clear up after the rain, for other ships to come and rescue them.
But they did not expect that instead of a ship, a hail storm would come.
Zhang Linpu's heart was already roaring.
"Heaven and earth, thousands of gods and buddhas, one moment the sun shines, the next moment there's heavy rain and thunder, the next moment there's fish and prawns crashing into the ship, and now there's a hail storm — — Are you going to play us to death? I don't want to go to Tiandu, I want to go home — — "
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Li Muyang also felt the cold.
The cold was not ice cold, but gloomy cold.
Someone asked Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, what is the hottest thing in the world, what is the coldest thing and what is the most overbearing thing?
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva replied that the fire of the earth is the hottest, the fire of hell is the coldest and the fire of heaven is the most overbearing.
The fire of hell is the coldest thing in the world, it can freeze people's limbs, blood vessels, thoughts and everything — —
It can also freeze cause and effect.
The sky was like a satin, the black fire of hell was the pigment on the satin, rapidly spreading and burning in the direction of Li Muyang.
Kacha Kacha — —
The fire of hell has yet to arrive, but the chill is already invading.
Li Muyang did not hide or evade, but faced the enemy head-on.
He knew that Cui Zhaoren's sword force was already formed, if he makes the slightest movement, Cui Zhaoren would brandish his sword.
He was like a bow drawn but not fired, just that he had not found a flaw yet.
If he did not move, there would naturally be no flaw. But if he made the slightest movement, a flaw would also appear.
Of course, both sides must be peerless masters. If one side is weak, the fate of being killed in a second is inevitable.
Li Muyang's hair was wrapped in white mist, his wet clothes instantly froze.
Even a drop of rain on his eyelashes and the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth froze.
Kacha Kacha — —
Li Muyang's body stiffened, like a sculpture made of ice.
The fire of hell had not stopped, but Cui Zhaoren's left hand that was pinching the seal suddenly halted.
His left hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and his two hands lifted the greatsword high.
Then, he raised the black flame high up in the air and swung it at Li Muyang.
A simple sword strike.
A casual sword strike.
An ordinary sword strike.
However, it was Cui Zhaoren's highest achievement in swordsmanship.
His speed was neither fast nor slow, and his strength was neither heavy nor light.
Everything was just right.
It was pleasing to the eye, beautiful and harmonious.
Harmony, harmony is the supreme law of the world.
Cui Zhaoren's sword struck out, aiming at Li Muyang who was frozen by the black fire of hell.
Kacha — —
A black flame appeared in the sky, like a fire dragon streaking across the vast sky, heading towards the other end of the sky.
Boom — —
The entire sky was shrouded in black fire, the black fire blazing, the world was blinded, like a huge black cloth covering the sun and moon overhead.
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The sky was plunged into darkness for a long time. The heavy rain did not stop, and the black fire of hell would not be extinguished for a while.
In the darkness, an infinitely melancholic voice sounded.
"Why is it like this?" It was Cui Zhaoren's voice. Cui Zhaoren was still alive, but his voice was filled with a heavy weariness and infinite regret.
It was obvious that there were a lot of questions he could not understand.
"I said, you killed me." Li Muyang's voice also sounded from the darkness. "Of course, it's not you, it's this sword technique. However, that person did not use this sword technique, did not sever worldly fate, nor did he sever karma, but another sword technique — — "
"That is Sever the Way of Heaven." Cui Zhaoren said with a wry smile. "The Sword of Tribulation has three major sword techniques, Sever the Way of Heaven is the highest sword technique, for thousands of years no one in the family was able to comprehend it — — I didn't expect you to know about Sever the Way of Heaven. And Sever the Way of Heaven could not kill you — — Who are you? "
"That sword did not kill me, but it made me discover a secret." Li Muyang said.
"What secret?"
"Your first two sword techniques had flaws — — Sever the Way of Heaven is perfect and flawless. I've seen them perfect and flawless, so I found a flaw in your sword technique. "
"This really — —" Cui Zhaoren coughed violently, coughing as if his heart and lungs were being torn apart.
At this time, he could no longer maintain his aristocratic elegance or maintain his beautiful image.
The black flames gradually dispersed, the sky returned to normal.
The torrential rain stopped and the dark clouds dispersed.
The blazing sun once again shone upon the earth, the sky once again restored to its heart-warming blue color.
The little friends swimming in the river lifted their heads one after another, before the smile on their faces bloomed, they fell into a state of even more panic.
It came and went quickly, was it all manipulated by someone?
"I overreached." Cui Zhaoren said aloud, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
"Not really." Li Muyang said. "I just happened to remember something from the past."
"You said you've seen Sever the Way of Heaven?"
"That's right."
"I have a request, although I'm not in the position to say this — — but if I don't say it, I won't have another chance. Can you let me see the third sword technique? "
"I only have the form, not the spirit."
"I'm already very satisfied with the form. Please enlighten me. "
Li Muyang hesitated for a moment, then said: "Okay, I can show you."
"Thank you." Cui Zhaoren said gratefully: "Feed my broken body to the sword."
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