A sword glow lit up. Compared to the boundless light surging out of the mist and snow on the other side of the bridge, it was so dim and not even worth mentioning. The trajectory the sword drew in the mist and the place it fell in was also so ordinary and unremarkable. Anyone could see that it was a very ordinary sword technique. Yet the moment the edge of the sword rose, the mist and mist drifting down from the sky instantly stopped. Even the boundless light brought about by the temple sword began to recede as it flew towards the Stainless Sword!
The Sword of Great Light had not yet arrived. What came with the mist and mist was sword intent, formless and formless, yet Chen Changsheng had seen through the intent of the temple sword hidden behind the light. Because he used the Intellectual Sword, he had used an entire seven days to cleanse his All Seeing Eye. He wanted to see the truth.
To be able to guess the sword intent hidden in the mist and see the truth that had yet to be discovered did not mean that he could easily break through it. How had he done it? The Stainless Sword's seemingly casual flick, that sword technique was clearly extremely ordinary, yet it was especially suitable for the current situation. It was like a meticulous painting of flowers and birds. He had seemingly carelessly and casually put down the final stroke, the ink line so twisted and powerless. Yet, if one looked from a little distance, one would see that it was a plum branch.
A casual dot of ink could also be the finishing touch. An ordinary stroke could sometimes make an entire painting come alive.
The problem was, to find the right time and the right situation to put down that dot of ink, to put down that stroke, required countless times of practice and comprehension. Only then could one know where the stroke should be placed and what kind of brush technique should be used.
What kind of brush technique was this? What kind of sword was this?
A somewhat unconfident voice rose up from below the deck of the great ship. "The Small Sword of the Plum Hut?"
The one who spoke was an instructor from Temple Seminary, with his status and position, he naturally couldn't stand at the bow of the ship, but from a distance of a mile or so, he could barely make out Chen Chang Sheng's sword move within the misty rain. He felt that Chen Chang Sheng's sword manoeuvre was very familiar, causing him to be very surprised and subconsciously blurted it out.
Many people heard these words, and then thought back to Chen Chang Sheng's sword move, discovering that it was actually the Temple Seminary's extremely unknown Plum Hut Sword. For a moment, no one could say anything; the fact that Chen Chang Sheng had dabbled in the path of the sword had long since caused everyone to be shocked to the point of numbness, but how could he think of, and dare to use such an extremely common sword move to counter Xu You Rong's Sword of Great Light? And he had actually succeeded?
Had he really succeeded? No, this was just the beginning.
The Sword of Great Light, one of the world's Five Ultimate Techniques, how could it be so easily broken? Just as Chen Chang Sheng's sword technique broke through the mist and rain and revealed its edge, the light that had been faintly restrained within the mist and snow suddenly flared up once again, transforming into countless sword slashes, carrying snow and rain as they once again slashed towards Chen Chang Sheng.
The light was still in the snow, Xu You Rong was still on the other side of the bridge, but there were already countless sword moves coming. Those sword moves were all hidden, and just from the traces in the smoke, one could feel how exquisite these sword moves were, and how powerful they were.
This was the most inconceivable aspect of the Sword of Great Light. Light traveled between heaven and earth, it could mimic all things, it could mimic ten thousand swords. Even if Chen Changsheng's cultivation in the path of the sword was higher, what could he do against such a sword technique that could change on its own?
Xu You Rong's sword didn't pause in the slightest. At the same time that the Temple Seminary instructor let out a cry of surprise, the temple sword broke through the snow and was only a dozen or so zhang away from Chen Chang Sheng. The sword force of [Great Light] had already crossed the stone bridge and arrived before him.
Different from the previous battles in front of the Tradition Academy, Chen Changsheng didn't use Discerning Step to try and escape from the opponent's sword technique or attack. This was because after fighting with Nanke, he knew clearly that trying to compete with the bloodline of the Heavenly Phoenix in speed was an extremely stupid choice.
And since he had drawn a path on the snow bridge and Xu Yourong had taken it, how could he retreat now? His eyes were calm and focused. Looking at the sky full of light in the mist and snow, he didn't hesitate. Holding the sword with both hands, he swung from top to bottom towards the place where the light was the brightest!
Tang Thirty Six's cheers came from the great ship: "Staff of Mountain Toppling! Break! "
Xu Yourong's temple sword had yet to truly fall, but what broke through the mist and snow was sword intent.
Similarly, Chen Changsheng's transformation of the Orthodox Academy's Staff of Mountain Toppling into a sword was unable to truly break through the Sword of Great Light.
The light in the mist and snow had already transformed into three sword intents, and Chen Changsheng had responded with three attacks.
All of this happened in an extremely brief period of time.
The sword glows illuminated the Bridge of Helplessness shrouded in mist and rain, and then they did not fade away, one after the other.
The Luo River seemed to have entered a thunderstorm in midsummer, with lightning occasionally flashing.
Yet the clouds formed from the mist and snow were still as berserk and powerful as ever. They were not torn apart by the lightning and continued to move towards the other end of the bridge.
Whether it was the people on the ship or the people on the two shores of the Luo River, none of them could clearly make out the details on the Bridge of Helplessness, such as those fluttering sleeves and white muslin. They could only faintly make out the figures of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong in the mist and mist.
The divine Qi exuded by the slowly advancing Xu Yourong grew thicker and thicker, the pressure of the light growing stronger and stronger, just like a statue of a god in the Li Palace. As for Chen Changsheng, he was still standing at his original position, calm and silent like a stone. No matter how much water washed him, his form would not change, his heart would not waver.
One was in motion, one was in stillness.
What was still was the heart, what was in motion was the sword.
The Stainless Sword was like a bolt of lightning, while the temple sword was like a bright sun. But in the mist and mist, they were actually more like two ships sailing on the great sea at dusk, sailing against the wind and breaking through the waves. They gradually grew closer and closer, and at the very last moment, they would meet.
Even now, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong's swords had yet to meet, but their sword intents had already met countless times.
The Luo River emitted countless clear cries of swords, closely followed by the swishing of swords cutting through all hard objects.
Protected by a powerful array, the Bridge of Helplessness that even warships could not destroy, seemed so frail in the sea of light and the massive waves raised by the two swords. Countless cracks appeared on the hard surface of the bridge, and the bits of stone that flew out were instantly pulverized by the sword energy. The railings on the two sides were covered in dense cracks like spiderwebs. Those beast heads that had been quietly watching the Luo River for countless years were cut into bits by the splashing sword intents, their ears and faces severed.
The people on the two shores of the Luo River were somewhat far away, so they could not clearly see what was happening on the bridge. They could only see the light in the falling snow and hear those sounds. Even so, their minds were still agitated and uneasy. The people on the ship were a little closer, and they cried out in shock at the exquisite sword techniques in the mist and mist.
"Is that the Heaven-Quaking Sword Style!"
"Three Sings of the Fisherman's Song!"
"How could he know the sword style of the Emotion-Severing Sect!"
Cries of surprise came from below. The people standing at the bow of the ship silently gazed at the Bridge of Helplessness.
Yes, there truly was no sword style in this world that could completely break the Sword of Great Light, because this sword technique of Holy Maiden Peak was too inconceivable. In the instant the light appeared in the mist, Chen Changsheng recalled the records in the Daoist Canon and felt the same emotion — he had never seen such a complicated and all-encompassing sword style, yet so simple that it already coincided with the Heavenly Dao. He had never even imagined that the Sword of Great Light was already the final shore of the path of the sword. Ever since he began cultivating the Dao, the only time he had felt something similar was when he saw Su Li cleave open a path to the south with that Heaven Shrouding Sword.
With his current cultivation in the path of the sword, if he wanted to break the Sword of Great Light, there were only two methods. One was to use the final move of the Mount Li Sword Style, or the other was to use the ten thousand swords from the Sword Pool, like he had done in the Garden of Zhou or when he faced Zhu Luo in Xunyang City. However, the former would inevitably lead to life and death together, so he could not choose. The latter was something that not even he could control. It would surpass the calculations he had made in the past seven days, so he could not choose.
In the end, he used the third sword that Su Li had taught him, and also the sword that Su Li himself had not learned. It was just that this time, he used sword intent, not the sword itself. He did not use the sword to defend, only the clumsiness of the sword, because no matter how one looked at it, that method was very stupid.
He used countless swords to break Xu Yourong's one sword.
The light illuminated the secular world, able to imitate all the sword intents in the Heavenly Realm and the Mortal Realm.
Then he would use all the swords in the Heavenly Realm and the Mortal Realm.
This method was very stupid, but to be able to learn all the swords in the Heavenly Realm and the Mortal Realm, and to know when and which sword to use, to break the formless form and unintentional intent before the light, how could someone truly be stupid?
The teachers and students of the Ivy Academies at the bottom of the ship could not understand, but the important figures standing at the bow of the ship were well aware of this point.
So when they saw those sword intents crisscrossing the world on the snowy bridge, they fell silent for a very long time.
The Minister of Rites was not a cultivator, so he could not help but ask, "How many swords?"
Linghai Zhiwang expressionlessly replied, "Principal Chen used forty-three swords."
Daoist Siyuan said with a complex expression, "Not even one sword is finished."
These two Prefects of the Orthodoxy were both correct, and they were not talking about Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
Xu Yourong's Sword of Great Light truly had not been finished.
Chen Changsheng's forty-three swords could naturally be understood as one sword.
The bow of the ship was quiet. In truth, at the very start, there had been people talking the entire time.
When Chen Changsheng used the sixth sword, Su Moyu softly said, "I've lost."
When Chen Changsheng used the ninth sword, a Divine General who had returned from Temple Pass to report to the imperial court creased his brow and shook his head.
When Chen Changsheng used the eleventh sword, Xue He's hand lightly caressed his severed arm.
When Chen Changsheng used the twenty-seventh sword, Zhexiu shook his head. If he and Chen Changsheng had a direct confrontation, he would have lost. Of course, this was just a discussion of the sword, not a battle to the death. Then he glanced at Tang Thirty-Six, somewhat confused, thinking, could it be that you can last longer than me?
Tang Thirty-Six had never said when he would lose, but now he sighed, "Have we all learned the sword for nothing?"
Many people at the bow of the ship had rather unsightly expressions, but they could not refute this.
Everyone knew that Chen Changsheng was well-versed in the Daoist Canon, so could it be that he had also learned all the sword styles in the world?
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(Days of being as busy as a dog without a stockpile of manuscripts are just that sorrowful. I very much miss the state of my work from last month. I want to strive to start working hard next Tuesday.)
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