Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 145: No If
Junmo and Ye Su are both proud and powerful people, but no one knows whether they are strong because of pride or because of their strength.
Two years ago, there was an autumn rain. They met in Lanke Temple, and then fought. They turned around proudly, not looking at the autumn rain or the sword. Because of the Buddha Sect, they had never had enough fun.
Today the two met again, each using a sword to divide the autumn scenery in front of Qingxia equally.
The third sword is coming.
It was just the third sword. It seemed that the battle had just begun, but whether it was the two people fighting or the hundreds of thousands of people watching the battle between the wilderness, it felt that this was a sword that distinguished the outcome and life and death.
Eighteen years ago on the wasteland, at the other end of the black line, because the son of the Hades came to life, Ye Sudao was stimulated and used the strongest sword in his youth, cutting the small tree to 53,000
Hundred and Thirty-three pieces.
Later, he traveled around the country and his realm increased. The wooden sword in his hand became slower and slower, from instantly ten thousand swords to thousands of swords, hundreds of swords, and finally one sword.
Because one sword is enough.
The autumn wind is blowing, and the aura of heaven and earth in front of Qingxia seems to be attracted by the wooden sword and rushing from all directions. The sunshine falling in the sky is reflected into a strange shape, like a galloping horse.
Shocked by this, countless golden rice sank with the wind and heading north. A golden wave grows in the fields, and the wooden swords walk among the rice waves, like a boat driving forward.
Ye Su no longer stayed in place, his clothes floated slightly, and he left with the wooden sword.
The golden waves of rice sea pushed the wooden sword like a boat. Under the influence of the majestic energy of heaven and earth, it became faster and faster, and was about to turn into a lightning bolt, but Ye Su's figure was always behind the sword shadow.
No one can fly so fast.
Walking with a sword is always just a legend.
To be more precise, except for the Master, there is not even such a legend in the world.
Ye Su is not walking on the sword.
The wooden sword is a boat.
He is the one on the boat.
The boat carried him.
Instead of him pushing the boat.
A strong wind in the sea of rice.
Ye Su disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, he came to Jun Mo.
His hand held the handle of the wooden sword.
Bend your knees, sink your waist, straighten your elbows, and don’t turn your wrists.
The wooden sword stabbed Junmo's left chest.
The extremely bright holy divine light lit up on the sword.
The sun above Qingxia seemed to be dimmed a little when he set his sword.
It is not a revelation, but the integration of swords and heaven and earth.
He turned Haotian's will into his own sword intent.
This is God's will.
There is God's will in the wooden sword.
How can we avoid it?
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The wooden sword containing the will of heaven is harder to answer than the previous iron sword.
Life and death can be viewed without observation. God’s will cannot be avoided.
Jun Mo remembers the sentence the teacher repeated many times.
There is no omniscient existence. There is no omnipotent existence except Haotian.
He knew that he could not avoid Ye Su's sword, so he did not.
He didn't even look at the wooden sword that was stabbing at his chest. He raised the iron sword and slashed it down.
Cutting is a very simple action.
What he did was very simple, so he cut it down like this.
If you have questions that are difficult to answer, then you won’t answer them. Just like the calculation question that Ning Que wrote for Chen Pipi before entering the second floor, it’s too complicated to calculate, so that’s not to forget it.
If you are not easy to untie the knot, you won’t untie it. Just like when Teak is cold in the bathing water, it makes it too troublesome to untie your hair.
Just let the junior brother tell the answer. If you don’t tell me, just use the rules to deal with him.
Just let Junior Sister Seven untickle it yourself. If you don’t untickle it, use scissors to cut it.
The wooden sword that came in front of him was difficult to answer, so he didn't answer, and it was difficult to avoid it, so he didn't avoid it. He held the iron sword, just like he picked up a door ruler and a scissors, and fell down.
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Jun Mo has always regarded his uncle as his idol. He has never learned Haoranqi, but has learned Haoran Jian and Haoran Qi. What he cares about is to move forward bravely.
The iron sword he held seemed to be about to lift all the huge rocks in the Qing Gorge. It was extremely magnificent, making people feel relaxed and endlessly comfortable and refreshing.
In front of this simple and refreshing iron sword, there are no gods and Buddhas, and no heavens.
Jun Mo's expression was calm and confident that his iron sword could cut Ye Su in half before the wooden sword came.
This is not about dying together or destroying each other, but about considering each other's courage.
Courage is a kind of pride.
Everyone knows that the second senior brother of the academy is the most proud person in the world. He is the most brave man in the world. The blood in the fields before Qingxia and the countless cavalry who died under the sword have proved this.
Ye Su was also very proud, because Jun Mo showed his pride at this time, he became more and more proud.
He did not avoid it either.
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The wooden sword moved forward and stabbed Jun Mo's left chest. The wooden sword, which seemed to be blunt and without a sharp edge, instantly penetrated the scorched black armor. The talisman line hidden under the armor suddenly became bright, emitting a powerful aura.
The iron sword fell and did not cut off Ye Su's neck because it was blocked by the scabbard on his back.
In the blazing light, the seemingly inconspicuous scabbard was like a sail in a violent ocean, intercepting the power of the wind and giving the boat the power to move forward.
The sharp edge of the iron sword happened to be stabbed into the scabbard because the sword body was wide and straight, so it could not be stabbed into it.
All of this is true, and none of it is true.
Iron sword is not an iron sword, wooden sword is not a wooden sword, and scabbard is not a scabbard. The most subtle and basic structures in these things are filled with countless heaven and earth energy.
This is no longer a confrontation between swords and swords, but a confrontation between mind power and mind power, a confrontation between two heavens and earths.
Countless energy of heaven and earth came violently, and then was instantly swallowed by an invisible vortex, entering the world of the two, and then burst out violently through swords or scabbards.
The heaven and earth vital energy before Qingxia was compressed to its extreme, and the refracted sky light became even more distorted. Because the compression was too strong, the heaven and earth vital energy began to rub, and scorching flames appeared!
If Ye Su's sword at the beginning lit a small sun before Qingxia, then before Qingxia, a real sun seemed to have emerged, and infinite light and heat sprayed into the fields!
What a dazzling picture this is.
What kind of hearts should the person who sees this picture be like?
Unfortunately, just like the Master killing the gods in the wasteland, because the light is too fierce, few people can see this scene.
Liu Bai can see it.
Ye Hongyu can also be seen.
She was silent in the sacred chariot. She lowered her head, not seeming to be concerned about the situation in Qingxia.
At this moment, she finally couldn't help but raise her head.
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In the light, the iron sword in Jun Mo's hand continued to press down.
With a light hiss, the scabbard on Ye Su's back was torn apart.
Ye Su looked indifferent, and the wooden sword in his hand continued to move forward.
The wooden sword shortened inch by inch, part of it entered Junmo's chest, more broken into the finest powder, and then burned violently, like a candle.
The current situation is to see if the iron sword breaks the sail first, or the wooden sword breaks the armor first.
The candle will eventually turn into ashes.
The burning wooden sword became shorter and shorter, but it still did not break the armor on Jun Mo.
In the blazing light, Ye Su's face became transparent, and there was still no expression.
He continued to hand the sword forward.
Until the end, only one sword hilt was left, and one bare sword hilt was left.
With a clear roar, Ye Su slapped the entire hilt of the sword into Jun Mo's chest!
In the past, his wooden sword had no hilt and no scabbard.
Now his sword has a handle and a sheath.
Because over the years, his practice has been retreating.
He was backing forward.
From ten thousand swords to one sword, from seeing through to not seeing, from outside to the world.
But in this battle today, he kept moving forward without a single step back.
His scabbard is a ties that he realized in the world.
His hilt is his entire spirit in kendo.
He used his sword sheath to bind the sharpness of the iron sword, and then slapped all the sword intent into Junmo's chest!
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Jun Mo's practice over the years is as simple as his iron sword.
Move forward, move forward. Move forward again.
He advanced without retreat, and he went back without going back. He moved towards peaks.
Just as Ye Su slapped the hilt of the sword into his chest, he suddenly let go of the hilt of the sword.
The iron sword is too wide and straight, like his eyebrows. It cannot be tolerated in the world or in the sheath.
At least in a short period of time, he could not break Ye Su's sheath.
Just like solving a problem, he will no longer solve it.
He let go of the hilt of his sword and made his concessions for the first time in his practice career.
But his left foot took a step forward in the sky with light.
His right hand clenched into a fist, held the infinite light in the autumn wind, and smashed it towards Ye Su.
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Junmo, who has moved forward, has made a concession for the first time.
Ye Su, who retreated to advance, moved forward unstoppably.
Two peerless geniuses in the world of cultivation actually chose the means that each other was best at in this thrilling battle, but I don’t know who would win the final victory.
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When the hilt of the sword does not enter the scorched black armor.
A tearing sound rang out throughout the field.
It seemed that someone had torn apart the sky.
Junmo's armor has not changed much, and there are some extremely fine wood chips left on it.
A terrifying sword intent blew behind him.
The sword intent was straight to the Qing Gorge, and a sword hole that was countless miles deep was pierced on the cliff wall!
Just the sword intent overflows, it has such amazing power.
What should Jun Mo, who endured all the sword intent in person?
Almost at the same time.
Jun Mo's fist also fell on Ye Su's body.
His fist was holding infinite light, which was the vitality of heaven and earth in front of Qingxia.
And these heaven and earth are filled with unimaginable amounts of sword intent.
The sword intent of the iron sword even has Ye Su's own sword intent.
Jun Mo let go of the iron sword and then held countless swords.
When his fist fell on Ye Su, thousands of swords fell on Ye Su's body.
The spring breeze blows on the willows, and the fine leaves fall into the water.
The sun is born in the morning and the lake is shining with golden light.
In the snowy lake in winter, the strong wind is like a knife.
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In front of Qingxia, there is quiet and silent.
Countless eyes fell back there, looking at the two people standing opposite each other nervously.
I don't know how long it took.
Ye Su suddenly coughed, and countless fine bloody mouths appeared on his plain clothes.
He looked at Jun Mo and said with emotion: "If you don't have this armor, I may not lose."
"There is no if in the world."
Jun Mo's face did not have any joy of victory, and he said calmly: "If you want to say if, then if I don't have armor and you don't have sheaths, I will win. If you don't have swords and I won."
"If it was eighteen years ago, I would win. If it was eighteen years later, I would win."
He finally said, "So no matter what, I will win."
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