Nine Turns Thunder Jue Chapter 145: Sword Moves All Directions, Floating Life Is Like a Dream
"Tian Shuang Sword - Sword Seal, life is like a dream!"
As the spiritual energy fluctuated more and more violently, Ling Shuang didn't hesitate at all... an earth-shattering sword roar echoed throughout the world along with his fierce shout.
The entire Cangwu Prairie was filled with the sound of sword chants. The sword gleam on the Tianshuang Sword was sharp and scattered in all directions. The awe-inspiring coldness caused Ling Shuang to slowly fall with snowflakes all over the sky...
A vast expanse of white sword light, as Ling Shuang suddenly danced the Sky Frost Sword in his hand, suddenly spread across the entire sky... The cold sword light cracked in all directions, making people afraid to look at it.
Yang Xuelian retreated violently...[
On the way to retreat, the Soul-Destroying Flag flickered, and pieces of sinister wind and blood mist spread from it again... The entire sky suddenly turned into a strange scene of half blood and half white.
"Eating souls and seizing souls——"
Yang Xuelian's eyes flashed with a look of forlornness, and his voice was even lower to the point of causing confusion.
Ling Shuang's expression clearly showed no fluctuation at all.
It’s just fighting. Now that things have happened...is there any way out? The answer, of course, is - no!
"Life is like a dream, and the heaven and earth are like nothing!"
Ling Shuang stood proudly, with her face raised high, looking at the sky that had been stained with blood... The Sky Frost Sword in her hand was no longer dancing, and it pointed at the ground at a forty-five-degree angle...
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Shuang's figure suddenly took a step forward.
Yang Xuelian was about to make a move, but suddenly stopped.
Because the Ling Shuang in front of him actually changed from one person to two people... Moreover, even the messy hair and the loose clothes were not the same...
Even the Sky Frost Sword in his hand was pointed at the ground at an angle of 45 degrees.
Ling Shuang's whole person was filled with an indescribable spirit of Taoism and arrogance. That kind of loud pride made people feel shocked, and they couldn't help but be impressed by this awe-inspiring justice.
The cold expressions on the two Ling Shuang's faces remained unchanged. Seeing that Yang Xue Lian was prepared, they actually took another step forward at the same time! Suddenly, they were divided into two...
The coldness condensed by the four Sky Frost Swords instantly suppressed even the blood mist and dark wind that filled the sky around Yang Xue Lian Shen.
He is full of fighting spirit and full of pride.
This...is not the end yet.
The four Ling Shuangs actually took a step forward together again... and then the number became eight. Then, in an instant, they dispersed at a speed that Yang Xue Lian couldn't even see clearly——
East, west, south, north, as well as the eight directions of northeast, southeast, northwest, and southwest are all Lingshuang!
The eight Tianshuang Swords were all pointed at the ground at an angle of 45 degrees...and all pointed inward, pointing at Yang Xuelian in the middle. Several feet of white light emitted from the sword tip, which was as real as an illusion.[
"The sword points in all directions... Even if the sky and the earth are missing, life is like a dream!"
A uniform voice came from eight different directions at the same time... The coldness and solemnity in the voice could no longer be described in words.
Although there was surprise in Yang Xuelian's eyes, he did not show too much fear. After all, Ling Shuang's cultivation level was about the same as his, and even if there were any strange moves, they would be nothing more than a miracle.
Just like his method of moving stars and changing the moon, just like the rubbing formation that steals the sky and changes the sun, and changes the shape and image. Although Ling Shuang does not know these things, it is impossible for Yang Xuelian to use these strange tricks to make Ling Shuang suffer.
What a serious injury...
After all, cultivation and theory can control everything.
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"The sky and the earth are lacking, and if the floating life is like a dream... then use the sword to move in all directions to make up for the lack of the heaven and earth, and wake up the floating dream!"
The words were as quiet as tears, and seemed to contain all kinds of sorrow and sadness.
Ling Shuang did not cover up this sound... but it was transmitted to the ears of every cultivator, and their figures could not help but be shaken... Use the sword to move in all directions, fill the gaps in the world, and awaken the dream of life.
What kind of pride is this?
The belief contained in this move is to move forward...
Use the sword in your hand to cut off thoughts from all directions and wake up from the pain and dreams of floating life! Birth, old age, illness, death, separation from love, meeting of resentment and hatred, not being able to ask for anything, not being able to let go...
The eight sufferings are thoughts and dreams that arise in all directions.
Yang Xuelian couldn't help but laugh sarcastically. Although Ling Shuang's words were referring to sword intention... it was a bit too ridiculous and unrealistic.
The eight sufferings of life are worldly thoughts, tribulations for all living beings, and life is like a dream...
It is an endless cycle, and those who try to solve it will only die.
"...Old man Ling Shuang, do you want to tell me that you are seeking death?" The soul-destroying banner in Yang Xuelian's hand shook, and then he casually took out a blood-red bead and crushed it suddenly.
Countless grievances and hostility instantly poured into the Soul-Lost Flag, and the endless wind and blood mist continued to spread...
He actually once again fought against Ling Shuang's eight sword lights that were in unison.
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"The spiritual energy fluctuations are getting stronger and stronger... If my prediction is correct, the disaster that will happen later must be extremely huge. Doesn't the elder of Wanjian Sect... not intend to take care of it?"
Although Shen Yan knew that Ling Shuang could not escape at all.
But...if he doesn't care, then the spiritual energy will explode, and the consequences will definitely be bearable. Shen Yan doesn't want to be swept into this catastrophe inexplicably because of participating in the trial...[
But now, anything you say is redundant.
Now that he has been involved in it, he can only resign himself to his fate... A battle of this level is beyond his ability to intervene. Even if the spiritual energy riots, Ana Shen can only watch...
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While he was thinking, the eight figures of Lingshuang suddenly disappeared in the sky.
No! It didn't disappear... but it appeared on the extremely high sky. The eight figures suddenly became much larger at this moment... The eight sky frost swords pointed at Yang Xuelian at the same time, as if blocking everything.
"Sheng!" A vibrant and prosperous voice came from Dongfang's figure. A frost-white sword light, carrying the aura of winter snow in the coming year, headed towards Yang Xuelian far below...
"Old!" The old voice finished, followed by a somewhat shaky and cold sword light that seemed to be aging, but the frosty white brilliance on it was dimmed.
"Sick!" Fatigue and pain are entangled together... There is a trace of mixed spiritual energy in the sword light, which is no longer pure and solid as before.
"Death!" After a sigh of contentment and disillusionment, a cold sword light that turned completely dead gray suddenly appeared. Even Ana Shen could feel the sense of death and loneliness.
"Love and Farewell -" is sweetness, joy, sadness, and even more so the time to meet again... This sword light contains all the joy and sorrow. The combination of contradictions to the extreme makes people's hearts tremble.
"Resentment will—" Anger, resentment, dissatisfaction, jealousy... Countless negative auras are entangled and roaring, and this sword light is enough to make people lose their mind.
"I can't ask for it!" Nana only has Nana. When Nana reaches the extreme, what is left?
"Can't let go!" Obsession, obsession... This is an obsession that goes deep into the soul. It's impossible to let go and let go. Sometimes, letting go and letting go are just a matter of thoughts -
The swords moved in all directions, and the eight rays of sword light had covered the color of the entire world.
After Ling Shuang used this move among the eight figures flying above the clouds... seven of them suddenly disappeared. The only remaining figure in the east was the real Ling Shuang.
The seven figures dissipated, but Ling Shuang spat out eight mouthfuls of blood... The Tianshuang Sword in his hand was dyed with blood. His complexion was already ashen...
And Yang Xuelian, as if facing a formidable enemy, was constantly pinching the soul-condensing beads that usually looked like treasures to him. Countless winds and blood mist, at this moment, actually condensed into substance...
The terrifying blood mist actually floated in mid-air like a cloud.
Ling Shuang, on the other hand, glanced at Yang Xuelian who was in a hurry, then forced himself to suppress the feeling of fatigue and pain in his heart, and even the feeling of fatigue and pain spreading deep in his soul... and headed towards the Ten Thousand Swords Tongming Formation below.