Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Eight: Qingxia On Sword (Part 2)
"If it can be broken, it cannot be followed."
This is Liu Bai's answer, and it is also what strong people are used to.
The second senior brother actually had the same idea. His iron sword was his own rules, but he was best at breaking other people's rules, so he continued to ask: "If you want to break it, why not break it?"
Only he and Liu Bai understood the meaning of this sentence - Liu Bai had already given an answer at the beginning, but that answer could not explain the second senior brother.
Liu Bai looked at the sky and said nothing.
Since there is no answer, then we can only continue, and in the end we have to judge the matter with a sword.
"The way of kendo is divided into swords and methods, and methods are divided into momentum and techniques."
"Position is the power of mind, technique is the means."
"When I first met, I saw the roaring Yellow River. I have the strongest mind in the world. I practiced sword practice for three days, and I could see no one from eight thousand directions around me. The heavy rain cannot touch my clothes. I have the strongest method in the world."
Liu Bai looked at Jun Mo and said: "If on a normal day, you fight with me, you will lose but not win. In the past two days, you have killed thousands of knights with your sword. Your blood is getting stronger. The number of winners and losers should be ninety-one. Now you have defeated Ye again."
Su, the sword intention is extremely proficient, it should be eighty-two, but the sword is not based on numbers, so you will definitely lose today."
"If you don't use numbers to reason, why do you need to count?"
The second senior brother said: "I always believe that a battle that has not started has no definite outcome."
Liu Bai laughed and praised: "What a spirit."
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Jun Mo had already walked into the wilderness, some distance away from the exit of Qingxia Gorge. In front of him, there were broken arrows scattered like dead branches in autumn, and more than two hundred swords.
These swords have different styles, but the only thing they have in common is that they no longer have their owners.
The Battle of Qingxia started for more than two days. He fended off the constant attacks of hundreds of strong practitioners and captured more than two hundred swords. These swords were inserted lifelessly in the wilderness, like a sword grave.
Today, when he walked to the grave of this sword, the more than two hundred swords seemed to sense something and trembled slightly, like branches blown by the wind, forming a forest of swords.
It is very similar to the sword forest deep in the academy meadow.
Jun Mo stood in this forest of swords with a solemn expression and raised the iron sword in his hand.
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Liu Bai quietly looked at the sword forest and the tall and straight man in the sword forest. His right hand stretched out his wide sleeve and held the sword hilt. The ancient sword at his waist was silent.
His palms are broad and his fingers are slender, which is perfect for holding a sword and tightly grasping the hilt. There is no gap visible, and they fit together perfectly, as if the hand and the hilt were originally connected together.
The ancient sword in its sheath vibrated slightly and whistled with joy.
When he grasped the hilt of the sword, the sword in the sheath became part of his body, or in other words, his body became an extension of the sword, and the two could no longer be distinguished from each other.
Holding the sword with your hand does not mean that the sword is in your hand.
When Liu Bai drew his sword, he might have moved it thousands of miles.
Not taking the path of moderation, but only pursuing the absolute trend, does not mean choosing only one of the two sword control methods. Liu Bai might have wavered back then, but now that he is in the perfect state, he will no longer be troubled by this problem.
Trouble, the clear heart of the sword will not be covered with dust, you can choose it at will.
No one knows which method he will choose to control the sword today.
People only know that he moves the sword, but no one can catch it, because his sword is the fastest. Except for the monks and senior brothers who are in the Wuju realm, and except for the first lecturer who can compete with the body, there is no one else to mention.
There is a truth that applies to all countries, if Liu Bai draws his sword first, it means victory.
Jun Mo didn't let Liu Bai draw his sword first, he chose to draw his sword first.
Even if the iron sword comes out first, it still may not work.
Because Liu Bai's sword was so fast that he could even strike first and strike later, so Jun Mo did not choose to let the iron sword fly through the air, but held the iron sword and swung it in front of him.
Just like he did every time he swung his sword in the past two days.
There was no expression on his face, and there was not a trace of tremor in his uniform. The broad and straight iron sword was waved out of his sleeves and went away naturally. It did not stir up a single cloud, but it stirred up countless breaths of heaven and earth.
If there is no enemy, where will the iron sword be struck?
There are indeed no enemies in front of him.
But in addition to the autumn wind, there are more than two hundred sword hilts stuck on the ground, and there is a forest of swords.
The iron sword swung into the sword forest and hit a useless sword.
The useless sword was stuck deep in the field, and when it suddenly received a heavy blow, the hilt shattered.
The blade of the sword was bent to the extreme.
The majestic power coming from the iron sword was like a hurricane, pulling it out of the soil.
A shrill sound broke through the air, and the waste sword turned into a sword light and flew southward.
Jun Mo continued to swing the iron sword.
His movements of swinging the sword are still so natural.
Every iron sword carries the power of heaven and earth.
Every time the sword is swung, a useless sword pierces through the air in the field, and it is more powerful than a crossbow!
Whether it's sword power or swordsmanship, his level is lower than Liu Bai's.
No matter what sword control method he uses, he can't be stronger than Liu Bai or faster than Liu Bai's sword.
So he chose a method that no one had thought of.
He did not hold the sword and move forward, nor fly away with the sword, but swung the sword.
Waving the sleeves is not to chop, chop, or stab, but to smash or hit.
He condensed the vitality of heaven and earth in the green mountains into the iron sword, and struck out the useless sword on the ground.
Using the power of the green mountains, the sword can fly through the air.
Only in this way can he be faster than Liu Bai's sword.
It's for Qingshan.
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In front of the Qingxia Gorge, countless shrill sword whistles sounded continuously.
Dozens of swords, like hard-hit stones, jumped up from the blood-stained field, turned into dozens of sword lights, disappeared in an instant, and reappeared in front of the carriage!
Flying Sword is a sword-controlling method in which practitioners use their mind power to control the vitality of heaven and earth, and then indirectly control their natal flying sword. A strong man like Liu Bai, with his heart in the sword, can cut off people's heads thousands of miles away.
The Qingshan Strike that Jun Mo used directly applied the vitality of heaven and earth to the sword body, skipping the link of mind control and converting all the natural power into the frightening speed of the sword.
The speed of these swords before Qingxia has exceeded the practitioners' imagination of the speed of flying swords. No one has ever thought that swords can be controlled like this, and no one has ever seen such fast flying swords.
These swords are so fast that the air in the wilderness begins to wail, so fast that no trace of them can be caught by the naked eye or perception. So fast that it is equivalent to disappearing!
It was so fast that Liu Bai didn't have the confidence to move out before these flying swords.
So instead of wielding the flying sword, he drew the sword.
The sword in his hand looks very ordinary, and there is even some rust.
Because he hasn't actually drawn his sword in many years.
No one could have imagined that Liu Bai's first sword would actually be Shou.
Liu Bai didn't expect it either.
Because he didn't expect that there would be someone in the world who could come up with a method that was faster than his own sword.
Normally, he would admire and even admire Jun Mo's strength.
But at this time, his expression must be solemn, because he has to face these swords.
He was forced to defend.
Have to keep it.
So he drew his sword horizontally.
The ancient sword is stretched in front of the body, without eyebrows. It is not a salute. It is a sword intention.
This sword intention is like the ancient sword itself, absolutely straight and without any tremors in the autumn wind.
Only a majestic city built on solid granite can feel this way.
There are rust spots on his sword. It is straight and indestructible, just like an old city wall that has withstood the erosion of millions of years of wind and rain. It looks dilapidated, but in fact it is still so strong.
At this moment, Jun Mo's first sword had arrived.
The useless sword no longer felt lifeless. The blade of the sword rubbed against the slightly cold autumn air and glowed, but it was not a red-hot warm light, but a cold light.
The tip of this sword pierced through countless layers of air and trembled at high speed. I believe that even a thick iron plate in front of it would be broken directly by these high-speed vibrations.
This sword is about to come to Liu Bai.
He is about to meet the rusty sword lying horizontally.
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It was as if the ancient bells of Lanke Temple were ringing together before it was destroyed.
It's like a naughty boy throwing a stone into a calm lake.
A voice sounded in the air in front of Liu Bai.
That voice was very clear and distant.
It's like a piece of paper is torn.
It's like the paper was wetted by the rain, then crumpled into a ball and thrown under the desk.
The useless sword, carrying unimaginable speed and power, entered the air in front of Liu Bai and suddenly stopped.
He didn't meet the horizontal rusty sword, there was only one foot difference.
He didn't even touch Liu Bai's body.
An invisible barrier seemed to appear in front of Liu Bai.
Jun Mo inserted the sword from Qingshan into this barrier.
This barrier is the sword intention of Hengjian and the city wall.
The second sword struck by Jun Mo Qingshan followed closely.
It also hovered in front of Liu Bai, unable to break through the barrier.
No one saw that Liu Bai's rusty sword in front of him was slightly bent.
Although the degree of bending is so slight, it is almost invisible to the naked eye.
Then comes the third sword.
The fourth sword.
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Dozens of swords shot through the air like lightning one after another, and then hovered in front of Liu Bai.
Every time the sword strikes, the rusty sword in Liu Bai's hand will bend a little.
Until finally, the rusty sword showed obvious bends.
However, there were no signs of collapse.
Because the sword suddenly became soft.
The sword in his hand is no longer the mottled old city wall, but has become the river under the city.
moat.
The river is gentle, but it can protect a mighty city.
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None of the dozens of swords could penetrate the invisible barrier and remained still in the air.
This scene looks very strange and shocking.
It was as if a forest of swords had grown in the air in front of Liu Bai.
These swords were very close to his body, and their sharp and gleaming sword tips were almost touching his eyes.
Anyone in this situation would probably feel scared.
But the look on Liu Bai's face was still so peaceful.
Because his sword is in his hand.
Then these swords cannot get close to your body.
Not close.
Not far either.
Will be one foot.
This is one foot in front of Liu Bai.
This is his world.
This is the world of the sword in his hand.
Wind can come in, rain can come in.
No other sword can enter.
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