"This sword is rather unusual."
As he stood at the bow of the ship and gazed at the stone bridge a li away, sensing the sword intent, Linghai Zhiwang's expressionless face finally began to show some signs of change.
Daoist Siyuan replied, "Principal Shang's disciple is naturally unusual."
The sword intent Chen Changsheng had released was very powerful, but it was not enough to shock powerful experts of their level. The change in his emotions stemmed from the two meanings fused into the sword intent.
This sword intent was very hot.
Chen Changsheng was well aware that whether it was the quantity of true essence or the strength of his spiritual sense, he was far inferior to Xu Yourong, who possessed the bloodline of the true Phoenix. Thus, he immediately ignited the fire in his heart.
This battle had just begun, and he had not even truly used his sword. If he did use it, he would definitely use his strongest sword.
A strand of spiritual sense fell on the ten thousand li of snowy plains outside his Ethereal Palace, and the snowy plains simultaneously began to burn. The Bridge of Helplessness also began to burn. Not a single flame could be seen, but one could feel the temperature rise.
In an instant, the snowflakes descending on his body melted, transforming into water in the air and splashing onto his body and the bridge, washing away all the snow that had been on his body.
This sword intent was very straight, somewhat similar to the sword he had used to block Xu Yourong's Great Avalanche, but it was even straighter. It was not a cliff or a river bank, but a straight line.
Because it was straight, it was unyielding. The Stainless Sword was still in his hand, but the wind and snow on the Bridge of Helplessness were already frozen in the air, a straight line appearing in the middle of the bridge.
This line had divided the Bridge of Helplessness into two completely different worlds.
He was on this side, Xu Yourong was on that side.
The rain was on this side, the snow on that side.
… …
… …
Sword intent enveloped the stone bridge, scattering the rain and snow.
Chen Changsheng raised the Stainless Sword, his eyes calm and determined.
This was the first time he had tried to burn his true essence so violently after learning the Blazing Sword from Su Li, but the amount of true essence and power contained in this strike were still inferior to Xu Yourong's Great Avalanche. However, his sword strike was filled with even more energy, concentration, and sharpness.
Mao Qiuyu suddenly took a step to the bow of the ship. As he gazed at the distant bridge, he frowned in disbelief. "Why does it feel a little like Wang Po's path of the blade?"
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "It is Wang Po's path of the blade."
When he said this, his expression was very solemn. Previously, he had said that this battle would only determine victory and defeat, and had nothing to do with life and death, so he didn't really care. However, at this moment, looking at Chen Chang Sheng's sword essence, he began to lose confidence in his own judgement, and then began to feel uneasy.
When the people standing at the bow of the ship heard Mao Qiuyu and Tang Thirty-Six's words, they were somewhat shocked, and then they very naturally thought of that battle in the rain in Xunyang City. As for Xue He, who also used a blade, his emotions were even more complex. He stared at the Bridge of Helplessness with an extremely focused gaze, not wanting to miss a single detail.
Xu Shi Ji expressionlessly said, "This kid is really lucky to have the opportunity to learn from so many experts."
"This has nothing to do with luck." Mao Qiuyu said with a grave expression, "To learn Wang Po's path of the blade, one must walk on his path of the blade. This is not something that just anyone can do."
This statement was correct.
Previously, Chen Changsheng had used the sword style of South Stream Temple to execute the Descent of Heavenly Music. It could be said that he was knowledgeable, and with the assistance of the Orthodoxy, he had many fortuitous encounters on the path of cultivating the sword.
However, it was not that simple to learn Wang Po's Saber Dao.
He had to believe in Wang Po's path of the blade, so he had to practice it without the slightest hesitation.
And this was precisely the reason for Tang Thirty-Six's concern.
Wang Po's path of the blade rested on the word 'straight'.
No matter how powerful the enemy before the blade was, even if it was an expert that was impossible to defeat, the hand gripping the blade had to be steady, the edge of the blade had to be straight.
To achieve this, the heart of the wielder of the blade had to be as straight as the edge of the blade.
That rather shabby middle-aged man had used his countless battles in Tianliang County, in the Wenshui Tangs, in Scholartree Manor of the south, and in Xunyang City to prove this point.
The bow of the ship was silent. Those experts whose cultivations far surpassed Chen Changsheng's asked themselves if they could walk on Wang Po's path of the blade. In the end, they could only give a negative answer.
On the Bridge of Helplessness.
Chen Changsheng had not even unsheathed his sword, but his sword intent had already appeared.
The snowflakes descending from the sky transformed into raindrops, weaving into a curtain of rain that shattered one by one.
The shattered raindrops that were closer to him completely evaporated into mist, enveloping his body within.
Xu Yourong stood in the snow, her eyes slightly apprehensive as she revealed a grave expression. The white gauze covered her face and the rain and mist obstructed her vision, but it did not affect her perception of this sword intent.
She was keenly aware that if she walked over that line in the middle of the Bridge of Helplessness, she would be greeted by Chen Changsheng's unreserved, most powerful sword.
This sword would assuredly decide victory and defeat.
Of course, she could also continue to stand in the snow and wait for the changes that might occur later on. But this could also mean that Chen Changsheng could raise his sword intent to an even more terrifying level.
If he could do it.
Chen Changsheng unreservedly ignited his true essence, using Wang Po's merciless path of the blade to draw a clear path on the Bridge of Helplessness in the snow and wind.
He had drawn a path for this battle.
He was letting Xu Yourong choose.
The white gauze fluttered.
Xu Yourong closed her eyes.
Then, she opened her eyes again.
Opening and closing her eyes was a matter of moments.
In this moment, she had already made her choice.
The Luo River beneath the bridge, constantly receiving snowflakes and drizzle, lightly swayed.
The large ship in the distance was also swaying.
The painter from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets standing at the very front of the ship suddenly swayed. The expressions of the other two painters from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets also changed.
Then, their voices trembled with shock and unease.
"It's that sword? “
"Is it going to end so quickly?"
The three painters were all at the Star Condensation Realm. They were not the strongest people present.
But they had watched and recorded countless famous battles. They were the most sensitive to the changes in battle, so they were the first to understand what had happened.
Soon after, Mao Qiuyu, Daoist Siyuan, and the others also understood.
The Luo River was deathly still.
All this was because the girl on the Bridge of Helplessness had opened her eyes once more.
The white gauze fluttered in the wind and snow, but it could not obscure her gaze.
Faint golden specks of light floated out of the white gauze.
Did those specks of light come from her eyes?
The temple sword lightly trembled in the snow. The snowflakes falling on the sword were instantly shaken into nothingness.
Half of the Bridge of Helplessness was snow, the other half was rain and mist. It seemed like it was in the clouds, not in the human world.
Xu Yourong also seemed like she was no longer in the human world.
She was so divine and dignified that even the most ordinary person could sense that her body possessed a strength that already surpassed the limits of the mortal world.
Mao Qiuyu, Daoist Siyuan, and Linghai Zhiwang revealed expressions of disbelief as they simultaneously said in trembling voices, "The Sword of Great Light?"
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