The Peach Wood Sword that once pierced through Wang Xianzhi's chest was still sheathed, quietly hovering beside the Hsu Fengnian.
The Hsu Fengnian who rode on his sword smiled and said, "Let's go."
The Peach Wood Sword was connected to the person and slowly left the scabbard. At first, it was unusually slow, but gradually, it moved as fast as a rolling thunder, leaving a long rainbow mist in the sky. Even those who did not know martial arts could see it clearly.
The foundation of this sword was like the old servant who lacked front teeth nicknamed Jian Jiuhuang in Jianghu. He did not practice many sword moves because he thought he was clumsy. He was afraid of biting off more than he could chew, so he walked slowly and leisurely in Jianghu. It did not matter where he went as long as he did not miss the scenery along the way.
When Jian Jiuhuang struck, the Peach Wood Sword disappeared without a trace. Wang Xianzhi, who was high above, flicked his finger several times. He was the Xunlong Dianxue in the Mysterious Realm, but he could not break the key Qi meridian that the sword traveled six thousand miles. Wang Xianzhi did not want to waste his time. He stopped his finger but did not hurry to withdraw it. He was like an imperial scholar who was trying to solve a question. Wang Xianzhi suddenly turned his head. At the same time, a wisp of Sword Qi brushed past his cheek, cutting off a few strands of the old man's snow-white hair.
Wang Xianzhi did not strike his finger again. He remained motionless and then took a step back. A wisp of Sword Qi flew past his chest, cutting off some linen shreds.
After that, Wang Xianzhi maintained the posture of bending his finger but occasionally moved his feet. Each time, he narrowly avoided the hidden Sword Qi.
Wang Xianzhi was a little surprised. He had once faced the Yellow Formation Map at the top of the Martial Emperor City and was familiar with this sword. The Eight Finger Swords did not make him take it seriously. The Ninth Sword had indeed ruined his sleeves. Although it was only the Celestial Phenomenon Sword, Jian Jiuhuang's Celestial Phenomenon was very innovative. The origin of a normal Celestial Phenomenon master came from a good work of a sage. "Generally speaking, if things are not balanced, they will sing." All things in the world, birds sang in spring, thunder shook summer, insects mourned in autumn, and the wind blew in winter. Therefore, scholars and officials often wrote poems. Since ancient times, the reason why swordsmen could dominate the world was that they could naturally use the sword in their hands to complain about injustice. Wang Xianzhi once told Cao Changqing in private that he should give up the country and forget about his feelings and practice swordsmanship, and he would be able to become a saint early.
Jian Jiuhuang's Ninth Sword had clearly crossed the threshold of Heavenly Phenomenon but had yet to reach the level of a Sword Immortal. Yet, it did not give off the slightest feeling of injustice. On the contrary, it had caught Wang Xianzhi off guard. Logically speaking, a good person with a gentle temperament would never be able to practice a good sword. This was the same principle as a scholar who was happy to see injustice in the mountains. It was the same principle with swordsmanship. The advantage lay in the profoundness of each move and the emergence of one strange force after another.
The sword's current style was also eccentric. After the move, there was no grand sword momentum like dark clouds. Instead, it was tirelessly swinging the sword back and forth. It was full of the earthly atmosphere like dogs barking and chickens crying. It was like neighbors quarreling, but because of their relationship, they only used their mouths and not their hands. It gave people the feeling that it was noisy and annoying.
This new sword was only slightly different from the old sword that Jian Jiuhuang had handed over. It was in that the latter was more skillful and crafty.
Immortals rode on their swords in the wind and frosted nineteen provinces in one night. This saying was used to describe the swiftness of sword immortals. The Peach Wood Sword flew around Wang Xianzhi. It was unknown how long it had traveled. A few hundred miles? A thousand miles?
Wang Xianzhi knew. She had already wandered unscrupulously around him for a full three thousand miles. The furthest she went was nine miles. The closest she went was naturally brushing past him. She went back and forth tirelessly. Sometimes she drew an arc to escape for more than a hundred feet, and sometimes she flew in a straight line for three to four miles. There was no pattern and no trace.
Wang Xianzhi was still waiting. She was still bending her fingers without flicking them.
Until the seventh time she missed the Peach Wood Sword by a hair's breadth. After a short moment, she finally tapped her finger lightly.
Her finger tapped the air, but suddenly there was a very subtle sound of metal colliding with stone in front of Wang Xianzhi. The further she was from Wang Xianzhi, the louder the sound became.
Six miles away, the Peach Wood Sword, which was made of ordinary material but had caused Wang Xianzhi great trouble, exploded in midair with a bang, turning into a pile of wood chips.
Hsu Fengnian waved his hand. The chips returned from afar, condensed into a sword, and gently returned to the scabbard. After returning to the scabbard, the sword dissipated again.
The scabbard was the tomb of the sword.
Hsu Fengnian inserted the scabbard into the yellow sand by his feet. Clearly, he had decided not to use it again.
Old Huang was never one to talk about fancy principles. He couldn't say something like 'where my heart is at ease is my home'. He only knew one thing: he was an old man who had left his hometown. Wherever he could sleep comfortably was where his home was. As long as he could sleep comfortably in the simple and crude room next to the stable on Mount Qing Liang, that would be his home. Lying on a pillow, thinking about the few jars of old wine under the bed, he didn't lack anything and didn't need to think too much. Therefore, Old Huang's sword was fearless when it left the scabbard, and he had no regrets when it returned to the scabbard. Therefore, on his last trip to the Jianghu with his sword, returning the sword to the scabbard was like returning home.
Swordsmen of my generation were not afraid of death. They didn't hesitate to break their beloved sword.
Hsu Fengnian, who only occupied one spiritual and two physical forms, said softly, "After Saber9, it should be Saber10."
He extended a hand and put two fingers together. With a gentle swipe, a long saber formed from purplish-gold energy appeared under his fingers. It was shaped like a new sixth-generation Beiliang saber.
It was not recorded in the orthodox Taoist scriptures that living people had three spiritual and seven physical forms. People were skeptical. However, Hsu Fengnian, who had withstood Wang Xianzhi's Heaven and Earth Pressure, was extremely certain. Apart from his living body, he was only left with one physical form, Filth Remover. The three spiritual and six physical forms that the other "three" possessed were each in their own dreams. Hsu Fengnian squatted beside the pit. When another version of himself appeared, he did not watch the battle. Instead, he squatted down and hurriedly took in deep breaths to cleanse and remove the turbid energy in his body. Gao Shulu's physique was originally a pure body. Wang Xianzhi's shrewdness was to see through his Filth Remover with a glance. Under the overturning of Heaven and Earth, she forcefully stuffed him with countless amounts of filth. Gao Shulu's vigorous physique could almost ignore ordinary injuries. His recovery speed was so fast that it was beyond the reach of ordinary Vajra Realm cultivators. Even if his internal organs were destroyed or even his heart was pierced, he could still defy Heaven and continue to live for a few hours.
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