Ye Gucheng is a person who likes speed very much. On the sea, in Baiyun City, on nights when the moon is white and the wind is clear, he always likes to use his Qinggong alone against the wind and fly under the moon.
Whenever this happens, he always feels extremely peaceful.
Just like the flying fairy he unleashed at this moment, he is cut off from emotions and has no dust or dirt.
This sword condensed the power of his whole body and soul, his mind was concentrated, and he struck from a high position at the same time, making the power even more powerful. Unless his skill and eyesight were completely superior to him, no one would dare to attack him forcefully.
Take retreat.
But Zhao Qing did not give in even half a step.
Not only did he not give in, he actually took a half-step forward and swung the long sword in his hand casually, without any rules.
The sword is swung out like the sunset, like the scorching sun, like the rainbow, like the dark clouds, like moving and still, like emptiness and reality, like on the left and right, like in front and behind, like fast and slow, like
Empty yet solid.
Under this sword, the sword light all over the sky seemed to be melted and dispersed by an astonishing heat, and it was like an extreme cold, freezing every inch of the surrounding air.
The blade of the sword draws a semicircular arc, like a incomplete sunset, red as blood and flowing with gold and stone.
After the arc is drawn, it is a straight thrust, a pure straight thrust after all the changes.
The fourteenth deadly sword!
With the help of the pressure brought by Ye Gucheng's flying immortal, Zhao Qing integrated the thirteen deadly swords he had just practiced into one body, and naturally used the fourteenth change.
That change of move is the essence of the thirteen sword moves and the soul of the sword technique.
It is not necessarily the fourteenth sword understood by Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng. Because as long as all the changes and power of the thirteen deadly swords can be fully exerted, then it will be the fourteenth sword and the first thirteen swords.
The swords nourish the branches and leaves that grow together.
After using this sword, the sword in Zhao Qing's heart had broken away from the shackles of the body and turned into spirit and divine will.
This is exactly the same as "people are swords and swords are people" in kendo, but it is half a step further to the extraordinary realm.
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On one side of the world, white clouds are falling, and the fairy spirit is misty; on the other side, there is decay, depletion and apoptosis.
Many people know that Ye Gucheng practices murderous swordsmanship. Although he has reached the level of sending and receiving freely, when it comes to the murderous intent, only Ximen Chuixue in the world can match it.
But at this moment, everyone onlookers realized the fact that the murderous intent of the sword Zhao Qing used now far surpassed Ye Gucheng's flying immortal.
If the flying immortals outside the sky carry the ruthless murderous intention of the flying immortals looking down on the common people, then Zhao Qing's swordsmanship is like a dark python eager to swallow life.
The collision between the two auras was silent but fierce.
Countless tiny whirlpools of sword energy were born, stirred, and then died.
And everyone watching the battle seemed to be shocked by this calm and terrifying confrontation.
Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened and cold sweat poured down her face.
He originally thought that the sword technique that Zhao Qing used three months ago was the most terrifying move in the world, but he never thought that there were sword moves like the Flying Immortal and the Fourteen Deadly Swords in the world.
Mu Taoren's expression was solemn. He suddenly discovered that Ye Gucheng's strength had made great progress compared to four months ago, and a head-on confrontation could completely threaten his life.
And Zhao Qing's strength seems to be even better.
Because, he has seen that the dark giant python has begun to suppress and swallow up the snow-white sword energy on the opposite side.
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The flawless, god-like flying immortal from heaven actually collapsed and collapsed in front of the fourteen deadly swords.
The distance between the two swords is almost a foot!
At this moment, fine beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Ye Gucheng's face and hands.
He has already seen that in the next moment, Zhao Qing's sword will gently push away his own sword and pierce his throat!
How much killing intent does Zhao Qing's sword carry? Will she temporarily withdraw her strength?
Ye Gucheng didn't know and didn't think about it. He only thought about one thing: how to deal with the sword move in front of him!
But facing this terrifying sword, he could not think of a way to break it!
Ye Gucheng's talent may be no less than that of Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan in later generations, but he has never had an opponent as equal as the two of them who put pressure on each other.
His swordsmanship almost stopped improving when he was twenty-five or six years old, and he fell into a state of loneliness and difficulty finding opponents, just like Old Man Tianji in the past.
Therefore, the flying immortal he created has no advantage over the deadly Fourteenth Sword.
Not only did he not have the slightest advantage, he was at an absolute disadvantage under Zhao Qing's sword moves that seemed to blend into the aura of heaven and earth.
Exhaustion, depletion, death...this is what he sensed from the sword a few feet away.
It was a very strange feeling, as if it was destined that I should die by this sword.
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Ye Gucheng did not die by this sword after all.
Suddenly, Zhao Qing's sword force deviated by an inch or two, and it hit the tip of Ye Gucheng's sword.
Of course, Zhao Qing's purpose is not to kill Ye Gucheng. Moreover, killing people to satisfy his swordsmanship instinct of the Fourteen Deadly Swords will only reduce his mastery of sword moves.
She has already thought about it. If she creates the fifteenth sword and can master it perfectly, this ultimate sword mastery will mean that she has achieved the goal of entering this dream.
Therefore, when Zhao Qing broke through the Flying Immortal, she naturally lost some speed and strength.
At the same time, at the moment when Zhao Qing touched the tip of his sword with the tip of his sword, Ye Gucheng felt as if lightning suddenly struck him in his heart!
Along with the lightning that tore open a person's heart, Ye Gucheng thought of a lot in an instant!
He suddenly thought of a lot of things, of the endless hard training every morning and dusk, of the blood of his opponent flowing out under his sword, of the blue sea and sky, the brilliant sunshine of gold, and the beauty of white jade.
The floating clouds...
But because of "Tao", and because of the way of swordsmanship that can only be understood in loneliness and hardship, he must get used to loneliness and isolation from the world.
Ye Gucheng's life is the sword, and the sword is Ye Gucheng's life.
So, what will happen after everything dies and the life of the sword dies?
Ye Gucheng stared closely at the tip of Zhao Qing's sword, and the frost in his heart seemed to have melted in an instant!
He suddenly did something that no one could have expected!
Ye Gucheng actually dropped the sword in his hand at this moment!
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Ye Gucheng abandoned his sword and fluttered to the ground.
Zhao Qing put away his sword, held his breath and concentrated, his eyes full of thinking.
A peerless sword forged from overseas cold-iron elites, with its hair blown off and cut off, was inserted into the bluestone slab on the ground with a "chi" sound, going deep into the ground and evoking a dazzling cold light.
There is no doubt that Ye Gucheng has lost.
Except for Hua Manlou, everyone present could see clearly that at the last moment, Ye Gucheng was forced to throw down his sword under the pressure of Zhao Qing's sword moves.
But they also saw that Ye Gucheng's face did not contain the pain, anger, and shame caused by being forced to abandon the sword, but was calm and indifferent.
Ye Gucheng did not pick up the sword immediately, but looked at Zhao Qing in front of him and asked: "What kind of sword technique is this?"
Zhao Qing stared at his eyes, and an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he replied: "The fourteen deadly swords."
Ye Gucheng suddenly sighed and said: "This is not your sword."
Zhao Qing nodded and said: "Yes, I have another sword technique of my own." The basic framework of the Fourteen Deadly Swords was not created by her, so naturally it cannot be regarded as purely her own sword technique.
Rather than purely using his own swordsmanship, he was unable to achieve a complete blend of form and spirit in the use of his sword intent. There was a hint of stagnation, which was noticed by Ye Gucheng.
Ye Gucheng looked at the sword in her hand and said dullly: "Your own swordsmanship is not complete."
Zhao Qing nodded and said: "However, now, your swordsmanship is also incomplete."
The faces of the spectators varied. Only Mu Taoren, who had the best swordsmanship and had read many ancient books, had some vague guesses. Others were confused and felt that the conversation between the two was unfathomable.
In fact, Zhao Qing noticed that after the battle between the two sides, Ye Gucheng's kendo realm had reached a new breakthrough, half-stepping into the realm of "no sword, no self, sword and self are forgotten".
This kind of breakthrough is extremely rare and rare, and it has touched upon the concept of "god".
"God" cannot be seen or found. When it is about to come, it comes suddenly. But the person who understands must first reach the state of "no one, no self, and no forgetfulness" before it can come.
To be continued...