On the rugged mountain path, a row of black-clothed people moved quickly and silently.
They were climbing the back mountain of One Sword Peak, which didn't even have a mountain path. It was a completely deserted area.
Thorns, poisonous insects, steep slopes, and rocks that could fall at any time. It was a hair-raising walk.
This group of black-clothed people were dressed uniformly and strangely. They wore black hats that looked like swimming caps, and they wore tight-fitting black fiber uniforms. Each of them carried a barrel-shaped bag.
With one person in the lead, everyone followed.
The black-clothed person in the lead looked up and waved his hand. The group of black-clothed people behind him immediately spread out and entered the dark mountain.
They came without a shadow and left without a trace.
Apart from a few lonely birds that were occasionally startled, no one knew the secret of their arrival.
Chiba Bing's body soared into the air, slashing left and right with his sword. There was no sound, no shadow, only the sword energy could be seen.
The trees behind Fang Yan, the rocks that he dodged, the flowers and grass on the trees were all cut into pieces by the sword energy.
Fang Yan took a step forward and slashed at his chest.
Fang Yan quickly retreated, and another sword slashed at his back.
Fang Yan spun on the spot and slashed at the top of his head.
Because of the formation, there was nowhere to hide.
Fang Yan's space to move became smaller and smaller. This was also Chiba Bing's deliberate intention. When he was only three feet away, he would enter a dead end. No one in the world could save him.
Fang Yan had already used Drunken Crane Riding the Wind to the extreme. His body was like a small boat on the ocean. He ran here and there in a sorry state.
"I can't do this anymore," Fang Yan thought. He also knew what Chiba Bing was planning. He was trying his best to reduce his space to move. When he couldn't dodge, he could only be beheaded by Chiba Bing.
Unfortunately, Sha Dan had already been used. Otherwise, if he threw Sha Dan at Chiba Bing in the air, he wouldn't dare to use his sword to slash at him. In that case, he might be able to escape from the sword formation.
The flesh on the wound on his chest opened up more and more. Because of the intense exercise, blood gushed out again. Even the Golden Chrysalis Muscle Nourishing Powder was washed away. Without the obstruction of the Golden Chrysalis Muscle Nourishing Powder, the blood flowed even more unbridled.
Fang Yan's body was getting more and more tired, and his footsteps were getting heavier. Of course, he couldn't care less at this moment.
This was the darkness before dawn, the frozen earth before the ice and snow melted, and the heavy rain before the sunset filled the sky. He had to persevere.
He didn't care how many times Chiba Shinobi had won before. He just needed to win one last time.
Besides, the old guy from the Chiba Army didn't say that he was tired. How could a young man with good teeth and a good appetite say that he was tired?
Sha –
Another large rock was shaved off by the Sword Qi.
Of course, the originally huge rock had been shaved into a flat top by the Chiba Shinobi.
The stone rolled to the ground, blocking Fang Yan's path of retreat.
However, if Fang Yan moved forward, he would face the sharpest sword of the Chiba Army.
He couldn't move to the left because the Chiba Army's Sword Qi still remained there.
He couldn't move to the right because the Chiba Army had just withdrawn his sword from the right.
The speed of the Chiba Army was too fast. He could launch hundreds of swords in a second, and those hundreds of swords formed a dense spider web. It was really not easy for a mosquito like Fang Yan to pass through the spider web.
Fang Yan stood still and let the long sword attack him.
The Chiba Army didn't disappoint Fang Yan and slashed at his neck.
This was a horizontal sword. Perhaps because of the excitement of drinking blood, the long sword, which had been silent all this time, actually let out a long cry.
Fang Yan closed his eyes and displayed the heart of Taiji again.
The Taiji Domain was fully displayed, bringing him into another world.
He was not convinced. He wanted to try again.
He wanted to try again to see if the Chiba Army's sword was faster or if his hands were faster in the Taiji Domain.
He could only try again because in his skill box, only the heart of Taiji had a chance to match the unique skill of the Chiba Army's sword array.
The heart of Taiji was a domain, and so was the sword array.
Now, Fang Yan was going to use his own domain to fight against the Chiba Army's domain.
This was one of his few options.
Puff —
The clothes on Fang Yan's body, which had long been cut into pieces by the sword Qi, burst open, and he blocked the front of the Chiba Army.
At this time, Fang Yan's upper body was completely naked.
Of course, this move was very difficult, so it was recommended not to easily imitate it. Some people could only shake the clothes on the upper half of their bodies, while others couldn't control it well and shook the lower half of their bodies. The wind blew on their buttocks, and their balls were exposed. That would be too embarrassing.
The Chiba Army didn't even look at it. He even imitated Fang Yan and closed his eyes.
"Two pretentious fellows," someone cursed in the darkness.
But this time, no one responded. Whether it was Ye Wen, Phoenix Chiba, and the others on the surface or the unknown person hiding in the darkness, everyone was waiting.
They were waiting for the most intense battle to arrive, waiting for the peak collision between the successor of Taiji and the Japanese Sword God.
The Chiba Army's body finally appeared in the darkness. His expression was serious, but his hand that was wielding the sword was calm.
He had long reached the state of being one with the sword. These swords were his hands, his feet, and a part of his body.
No matter how long he used them, or how intense the movements he did, he still had absolute control over them.
In Fang Yan's Taiji Domain, the Chiba Army's face and sword were clear. Fang Yan could even see his naked upper body. Even the few hairs on his chest and the two little eyes were undisguised in Fang Yan's mind.
Fang Yan quickly diverted his attention. He had looked at the wrong place just now and almost kicked him out of the Taiji Domain.
The speed of the sword was very fast, but in Fang Yan's mind, it seemed to be moving slowly.
Yes, in this domain, the speed of all objects was slower than the speed of Fang Yan's eyes. Because he was the only king in this world.
Whoosh —
Suddenly, the speed of the sword increased.
If the speed was one in the past, it had increased to nine now.
It was getting faster and faster, so fast that Fang Yan's eyes couldn't keep up with the speed.
The sword also became more and more blurry. He could no longer see the trajectory of the sword clearly.
This shocked Fang Yan. He had never encountered such a thing before.
Could it be that in his Taiji Domain, he was no longer the king, but was being controlled by someone else?
Whoosh —
Fang Yan's mind suddenly exploded, and a colorful rain of stars fell. They flew about, drawing one beautiful arc after another in his boundless mind.
The clear images in his mind had disappeared, and now the flowers and grass had become bright spots and lines.
Hashirama Chiba's body turned into a moving dot of light, and the long sword he swung was a glowing line.
Fang Yan stretched out his hand.
Crack, crack —
Fang Yan's hand pierced through the Sword Qi surrounding the long sword. The Sword Qi exploded, giving off a strange sound.
However, the sword energy didn't hurt Fang Yan. Fang Yan's hand finally grasped the blade of Chiba Abe's sword.
This was impossible in the past, but it was happening right in front of his eyes.
The heart of Taiji, the heart follows Taiji.
"Sometimes, it's not you who thinks about how to fight, but the heart of Taiji will lead you to fight." This was what the old drunkard said to Fang Yan.
The old drunkard was a martial arts genius. Until now, no one dared to refute this. What he said was naturally very reasonable.
Taiji was the protagonist, and people were the carrier of Taiji.
This was the state that Fang Yan could experience. However, he didn't know what kind of state it was.
Did it evolve, or did it deteriorate?
Did the heart of Taiji upgrade, or did it mutate? Among a million Taiji practitioners, one lucky person might understand the heart of Taiji. Each of the ten Taiji practitioners who understood the heart of Taiji had a different growth process.
Some of them reached the sky in one step and achieved the Diamond Body. Some of them fell into hell, and their bodies and emotions changed. The heart of Taiji disappeared for no reason.
The reason why Fang Yan ran away was that he couldn't feel the existence of the heart of Taiji. Instead of saying that he was afraid that Ye Rou would beat him up, he was afraid that the heart of Taiji would never come back.
Therefore, after the heart of Taiji returned, he wouldn't feel embarrassed even if Ye Rou beat him up in front of hundreds of teachers and students. Instead, he was secretly happy.
"Look at me, look at me, look at how much I've been beaten up —"
The long sword stopped moving forward, and Hashirama's body also froze in the air.
Hashirama lowered his head and looked at the long sword in his hand. He sighed softly and said, "You understand."
"Yes," Fang Yan said.
"What did you understand?"
"I don't know," Fang Yan said. He really didn't know what he had understood. He didn't even know if he had understood it or not. Hashirama asked him if he had understood it, but he was too embarrassed to say that he hadn't. That would be really embarrassing.
"You have indeed comprehended it," Chiba Shinobu said and sighed deeply again. His high spirit was gone, and so was his sword. The soul of the invincible Japanese God of Swordsmanship was suddenly taken away.
He was a little dispirited and said, "I've practiced swordsmanship all my life, and I've sought the way of Heaven. Even Heaven is helping you. What can I do?"
Fighting with Heaven was endless joy. Fighting with Earth was endless joy.
Was that really the case? Was the Power of Heaven and Earth something a mere martial artist could consume?
Fang Yan didn't care about that. He only remembered a saying: "Take advantage of your enemy's weakness."
Just as Qianye was feeling melancholic and melancholic, Fang Yan slapped his chest with his palm.
The long sword in Hashirama's hand fell, and his body fell toward the cliff of One Sword Peak like a paper kite without a string.
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