Ye Futian stood there in the storm of sword will. Endless sword will penetrated his body, and even his spiritual will seemed to be immersed in the sword will of Lihen.
At this moment, he felt a sense of déjà vu. It was like when he was baptized in the medicinal bath all those years ago and suffered the pain of eternal damnation. At that time, he had almost broken down many times and reached the breaking point.
Saint Jiang's medicinal bath for him was constantly breaking the limits of his physical body and spiritual will, making him infinitely close to the catastrophe of the Divine Path.
But today, Wang Chuan gave him a similar feeling. It was clear that Wang Chuan's sword will was also infinitely close to the level of the catastrophe of the Divine Path. He was just one step away from the Saint Plane.
However, he had withstood the medicinal bath back then, so this kind of sword will naturally could not really shake him.
It was not enough.
In his mind, the storm of catastrophe formed by his spiritual will also seemed to become stronger. His physical body roared and shone brilliantly, as if in harmony with the Great Path. Ye Futian's eyes were extremely sharp, as if they would pierce through the Great Path. He took another step forward. He wanted to see how strong Wang Chuan's limits were and whether he could shake him.
Such an opponent would be difficult to meet in Emperor Xia's Realm below the Saint Plane, except for Xia Qingyuan.
Wang Chuan also looked at Ye Futian. Ye Futian's level was far from his level, but he could already withstand attacks of the Great Path with his physical body. It would be difficult to find a second person in Emperor Xia's Realm who could do this. He did not know if Xia Qingyuan could do it because they had never fought before.
But his heart was still like water. With every step he took, the sword will grew stronger. The space between the two of them produced a terrible storm, and the sharp whistling sound was even a bit harsh.
Wang Chuan stretched out his hand and looked straight ahead. Endless sword will condensed in front of his palm, and there seemed to be a sword growing little by little.
"Borrow the Great Path into a sword. If you can bear this sword, no one below the Saint Plane can defeat you," said Wang Chuan. The sword in front of his hand gradually condensed into shape, swallowing the will of the sword and piercing the void. Ye Futian faintly felt that his body was about to be torn apart. The pressure he was under at this moment exceeded that of the medicinal bath he had endured all those years ago.
This should be the so-called Pinnacle below the Saint Plane. The people of Emperor Xia's Realm said that Wang Chuan had the strength of Pinnacle below the Saint Plane, and it was not a lie. He was indeed qualified.
The only pity was that Wang Chuan had run into him. Even though he was at the pinnacle of power below the Saint Plane, he still had no one below the Saint Plane.
The space seemed to have frozen, and everything seemed to have stopped flowing. This was Ye Futian's rule power affecting the space, but it was still unable to stop the flow of Sword Will. His opponent's Sword Will was above the level of his own rules.
Ye Futian extended his hand as well. His rule power turned into a halberd that shone brilliantly. Devastating might pulsed from the halberd.
Wang Chuan waited for Ye Futian's halberd to take shape before he drew his sword.
It was a simple strike, but his entire person seemed to have become one with the sword. This strike was the true way of the sword.
A brilliant sword light appeared between heaven and earth. The surrounding airflow was shattered, and everything was turned into nothingness.
There was a suffocating feeling in the air. With the birth of a sword, everything in the world would be destroyed, and this was the only sword.
At that moment, Ye Futian's body was filled with monstrous power. Even though his plane was not as high as Wang Chuan's and he had not comprehended the might of the great path, when he stepped before, he continued to have terrifying power. The light of rules flowed on his body and was integrated into the halberd.
Seeing his opponent draw his sword, he thrust his halberd straight forward as well. Dazzling light flowed, and a black vortex appeared under the destructive sword will. With every inch the halberd moved forward, the power became stronger.
No matter how strong your way of the sword is, I will break it with my halberd.
From the beginning of the battle until now, this was the only attack that they had truly unleashed. Both of them were figures at the pinnacle below the Saint Plane. One trained in the sword, and the other in the halberd. What they had trained in could be integrated into the attack, turning it into a sword and a halberd. There was no need for any complicated methods.
As such, from the beginning to the end, one attack was enough.
The sword and halberd collided. Thousands of sword will turned into the great path, and the halberd was torn apart.
Under the halberd, the way of the sword collapsed, and the sword was also shattered.
Terrifying storms pierced through the bodies of both of them. If both of them were only top sages of the 33 Layers of Heaven, they would probably have been torn to pieces. However, their bodies were still moving forward. After the sword was broken, Wang Chuan used his fingers as a sword. After the halberd was broken, Ye Futian blasted out with his fist of flesh and blood, and the heavens and earth roared.
The fist and finger collided in an instant. In that instant, on Ye Futian's arm, endless sword will flowed through his fist and into him. Beams of light of the sword burst from his body. Similarly, his fist broke through his opponent's fingertips and blasted into Wang Chuan's body, making a violent roar.
A dull sound was heard, and the movements of both of them seemed to have stopped. Below them, Yu Sheng had already finished his battle. Everyone looked up at the battlefield in the sky, looking at the two motionless figures.
At that moment, the situation seemed a little strange. Sword Qi flowed strangely on Ye Futian's body, passing through his body, and the sword will on Wang Chuan's body disappeared at that moment.
Who won, and who lost?
The destructive aura around both of them finally dissipated. Terrifying light flowed on Ye Futian's body, and a thunderous sound was heard from his body. Finally, the sword will completely dissipated and disappeared.
It was as if he was unharmed by the sword will.
His white hair flew in the air, and his eyes were still full of spirit as he stared at Wang Chuan before him.
"Cough …" Wang Chuan coughed, and then blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. At that moment, the hearts of the swordsmen below them trembled violently, and their faces were as white as paper.
Brother, did he actually lose?
The number one person below Saint Plane in Lihen Heaven, and his talent in swordsmanship was unparalleled. The elders of Lihen Heaven said that below Saint Plane, Wang Chuan was a plane unto himself.
At that moment, blood seeped from his mouth, and his aura was rapidly weakening. He seemed to have become listless, and even his body seemed to be hunched.
It felt as if he had gone from transcendence to sainthood in an instant, and then fell back into the mundane world.
Wang Chuan turned around and stepped into the air. His steps were slow and not big, as if he had completely turned into a commoner, and there was no trace of the spirit that had been dominating the heavens before.
He walked to the front of the palace and sat down where he had been before, and closed his eyes.
There was no doubt that he had lost.
He had already entered the Saint Plane, and he had almost comprehended the great path, yet he had not been able to destroy Ye Futian. However, his opponent's attack had severely wounded him. At that moment, his internal organs were shaken, and there was no telling how many injuries he had sustained, which was why his aura was so weak.
Wang Chuan recalled his own path of cultivation. He had become famous at a young age, and since entering Lihen Heaven, he had been the center of attention. He had risen to the top, entered the 33rd Layer of Heaven, and became a disciple of the Swordmaster of Lihen.
Five years ago, he had entered the Upper Archmage Plane, and at that time, there were few in Lihen Heaven who could match him.
Two years ago, he had defeated everyone below Saint Plane in Lihen Heaven, and there were few who could make him use his sword a second time.
At that time, he was known as the Pinnacle below Saint Plane.
But he knew that he was now the Pinnacle below Saint Plane, and he was only one step away from Saint Plane.
He knew very well that if he had continued forward, even without Ye Futian, he would have broken into Saint Plane one day. It would have been the same if he had defeated Ye Futian today.
Ye Futian had not been in the Upper Worlds for long, but his reputation was great, and both Emperor Xia and Xia Qingyuan thought highly of him. In the battle of the Xiao clan, no swordsman of Lihen Heaven was worthy of fighting him. Wang Chuan knew then that Ye Futian would be a rare opponent, and that there was even a possibility that he would lose.
However, he still invited Ye Futian to fight at the 33rd Layer of Heaven. If Ye Futian had fought his way to the 33rd Layer of Heaven and swept away the swordsman of Lihen Heaven, or even defeated him, what would have happened to the swordsman of Lihen Heaven, and what would have happened to him?
Would his heart of the sword be damaged because of this, and his swordsmanship would be flawed?
Just now, he had been defeated, and his heart was shaken. As a semi-saint, he was unable to shake Ye Futian, so how could his heart not be shaken?
Everyone in the world would know of this defeat, and his reputation would be tarnished. How could he not be affected?
There was no one below Saint Plane in Lihen Heaven, and the number one holy land of swordsmanship in Emperor Xia's Realm, would be tarnished because of him after today. How could his heart not be affected?
He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes in thought. Countless thoughts came to his mind in an instant.
The cultivation of swordsmanship was to cultivate fame, fame, or the heart.
"If you are tempted by it, then cut it with a sword." The voice of the Swordmaster of Lihen was heard from the palace on the highest peak. Wang Chuan's heart trembled. He thought of the swordsmanship that he had cultivated, and of the many teachings that his master had given him.
Fame, fame, and everything else in the world were like fleeting clouds. Who could not be defeated in the cultivation of the Great Path?
Wang Chuan looked up at the Swordmaster of Lihen and said with a smile, "Master, I understand."
He looked up at the void as he said this. In that instant, his aura, which had been weak before, suddenly became incredibly strong. The sword will of the Instant Sword soared above the Nine Heavens.
He sat there with his back straight, and his voice was heard, "From today onwards, there will be one less person in the world who will gain fame and fortune. There will be me, Wang Chuan, in the Way of the Sword."
He had been defeated, but he had achieved the Way.
Above the sky, a sword catastrophe of the Great Path descended from the sky. In an instant, the clouds in the Nine Heavens moved, and the weather in Lihen Heaven changed.
"The Divine Catastrophe." Ye Futian looked up at the sky, and his heart was slightly shaken. They had stepped into Lihen Heaven and broken through the 33 Layers of Heaven. However, Wang Chuan had used the opportunity to enter the Divine Path, and his state of mind had been elevated.
Wang Chuan had entered the Way through defeat.
At that moment, Ye Futian felt that it was absurd, and he seemed to be struggling.
"Thank you." At that moment, Wang Chuan looked straight ahead at Ye Futian.
Ye Futian's expression became even more complicated. It was not just him. Even the swordsmen of the 33 Layers of Heaven felt the same.
Was Brother Wang Chuan using himself as a mirror?
At that moment, a straight gaze shot towards Ye Futian and the others. Ye Futian seemed to feel it and looked up into the sky. The Swordmaster of Lihen was looking at them.
The Swordmaster of Lihen looked at Ye Futian. With that look, Ye Futian felt as if he had been seen through, seeing the doubts and struggles in his heart.
Then, the Swordmaster of Lihen looked at Ye Wuchen, who was behind him. Above the sky, a sword fell from the sky, shooting straight at Ye Wuchen.
This sword bloomed from the Swordmaster of Lihen.
Ye Futian's expression changed. He turned to look at Ye Wuchen in shock. He saw that the sword had pierced through Ye Wuchen's body. In an instant, Ye Wuchen's entire body was surrounded by an unparalleled sword will.
That sword seemed to have entered his body.
Ye Wuchen's body seemed to be about to be torn apart. Sword will bloomed wildly, and terrifying sword will surrounded his body. At that moment, he actually closed his eyes, allowing the sword will to wreak havoc in his body. The sword will on his body grew stronger and stronger.
This continued until his swordsmanship improved and he broke through to the upper level.
Ye Wuchen opened his eyes, and there seemed to be sword will in them. He looked up at the Swordmaster of Lihen in the sky, and his expression was also complicated.
"Your Heart of the Sword is pure. Let me borrow your sword." The Swordmaster of Lihen's voice was ethereal as it fell from the sky.
Ye Futian turned around and looked at the Swordmaster of Lihen. There was a faint look of shame in his eyes. Then, he bowed to the sky, then turned around and said, "Let's go down the mountain."
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