Distress: Buddhist Prison Jingxuan

Chapter 66 What is a Sword?
In the battlefield, the wind and rain were turbulent, and the flying sand raised could not disperse the killing intent around.

One is full of hatred, and the hand holding the sword has never been so strong. The other is humorous and elegant, and doesn't care about the upcoming battle.

"Mysterious Chaos"

Daojian Wuming's face was cold, he turned around and stepped on, the sword in his hand hovered, pushing the true energy in his body to the limit in an instant, and the sword and sword were released at the same time, instantly displaying incomparable power.

The world seems to be frozen by this sword intent, and all things are withered by the sword.

The heart is cold, the sword is even colder, and the sword is parallel, cutting towards the indifferent Jingxuan.

Facing the oncoming sword, Jingxuan was still unmoved, and stretched out his finger to the sword in front of him.

I saw his fingers, like divine weapons made by heaven, easily shredded the person in front of him with a blow that poured all his thoughts into pieces.

"Weak..."

After the interesting words fell, Jingxuan took a step forward, pointed at Yue Kaifeng with his sword, and directly touched Daojian Wuming's body.

"puff"

The spray of blood makes this delicate peach blossom even more beautiful with blood color.

"cough…"

Daojian Wuming vomited blood again, and fell heavily towards the ground behind him.

After waiting for a while, he stood up precariously, and looked at Jing Xuan who was walking slowly with an expression of disbelief.

Just because this person is simply surpassing any enemies he has encountered in the past.

"how can that be…"

"Why is it impossible?"

"The beginning of everyone's life is the same, but you have the aptitude that others don't have"

"You should have stood on a different path, but because of this boring love and damn inferiority, you drowned your talent."

"Today's tragedy is all due to your own weakness."

"As for me, I am completely different from you. Since I know that what others need hundreds of years to achieve, I only need ten years or even a few years to achieve it."

"I started to climb to the top, but the world after the summit is thought-provoking."

"After the peak, there is actually a tall peak. For this, I have worked hard for hundreds of years."

"It turned out that it was just a continuous mountain range, like an endless ocean, with no end in sight."

"It's really hopeless..."

Jingxuan looked indifferent, looked at the blood-spitting sword Wuming, and explained his interest.

Immediately, with a movement of his body, he appeared on the nameless side of the sword. The sword finger was light enough to sweep across, and it carried shocking waves.

Seeing this, Sword Wuming hurriedly staggered the swords in his hands, trying to block the finger, but it seemed futile, the blood in his mouth didn't stop, but his figure was still easily repelled.

Despair, anger, inferiority complex, and annoyance filled his entire chest. Resentment was resentment towards himself, resentment of powerlessness.

"Weak swordsman..."

"Tell me, what exactly is the sword you think of?"

Jingxuan faced Sword Wuming in front of him, and continued to ask questions, but his figure never stopped, and continued to beat him.

"Sword... what is it..."

Sword Wuming's consciousness gradually blurred, and the emotions in his heart were also gradually withdrawn, leaving only the thinking about this issue.

The hand holding the sword suddenly grasped it tightly, and fell towards Jingxuan who was on the side.

"Is this your understanding of swords?"

"Impetuous, short-sighted, hypocritical."

Sensing the other party, injecting his own interpretation of the sword into this move, Jingxuan couldn't help but shook his head, and continued to taunt

"No, no..."

As soon as he raised his hand, he saw a gust of fresh wind blowing. This wind came inexplicably, but it was extremely terrifying. When he saw the lingering sword energy colliding with this wind, he was wiped out instantly.

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, Wan Gu Changkong couldn't help but startled, and the original slackened will unexpectedly gathered again.

"Stupid people, don't be limited to other people's interpretation of swords."

"The journey of swordsmanship is not the same path at all."

"Living in the comments of others, that's all you've done in your life."

"Don't you want revenge?"

Jingxuan's body was like a ghost, and he was on the side of Wuming Sword. When the sword fell, he repelled Wuming who was already confused in front of him with one blow.

Immediately, he stopped and looked at Jian Wuming, who was thinking and confused, with a happy face, and continued to teach, the truth of the sword,

"Like the sword in your hand, it seems to be forged from countless materials."

"But if you go back to the source, this so-called material is nothing but the existence of heaven and earth."

"The sword in your hand doesn't exist at all. What you hold is just a form."

"Give up your innate ideas about swords, and return him to the most authentic primitive."

"Original, sword..."

Sword Wuming's consciousness is confused, hearing the teaching of the person in front of him, he can't help muttering to himself, and the meaning of sword in his heart is gradually blurred to the point of exhaustion.

Seeing all around, an inexplicable gust of wind suddenly blew around his palms.

"Yes, that's it. Forget the tangible and use the intangible."

"It seems that you are not too stupid. Things are finally starting to get interesting."

"Have you felt it, the unique feeling that belongs to the realm of swordsmanship?"

Jingxuan looked at the sword Wuming who was gradually opening up in front of him, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise in joy.

"sword……"

In the confusion of consciousness, Daojian Wuming seemed to have entered a mysterious and mysterious posture, holding the sword, and slashing an invisible wind towards Jingxuan's location.

The invisible wind annihilated everything that existed on the ground wherever it passed.

"Good, but not enough..."

Jingxuan didn't stop him either, with his hands behind his back, he walked straight to where the person in front of him was.

The invisible wind in the path turned into a gentle spring breeze the moment before it touched it, as if possessing spiritual consciousness, and tidied up the slightly wrinkled clothes after the fierce battle.

"how is this possible…"

Sword Wuming's now confused will can't comprehend the scene in front of him at all.

"You still have a remnant of examining the concept of swords."

"You can't forget the shape of the sword, you will never be able to overcome this obstacle, and you will not be able to dissolve your emotions into this world."

"It's just a transfer from a small box to a bigger room."

"That's all, I can only take the edge of the sword..."

Jingxuan shook his head helplessly. It seems that in this realm, Eternal Sky has limited aptitude and cannot easily ascend, so the only choice is another, the simplest and most brutal method...

I saw him, whispering something softly by the side of the eternal sky.

The surrounding wind suddenly became violent for no reason, and accompanied by the turbulent sand, a depressing force was eager to erupt.

"You... ah..."

After hearing what Jingxuan said, Sword Wuming's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and his long black hair was crazily fluttering along with the strong wind.

The hatred that had been forgotten in the heart was re-condensed, and the scattered will was forged again.

The blood vessels in the palm of his hand burst due to extreme anger, staining the sword red.

"I want you to die"

Just like the howl of hell on the way to the underworld, the roar in the abyss, the world suddenly fell into a blood-red ocean.

The sword that melted and cast the strongest hate fire, carried the power of heaven and earth, appeared in the world, and attacked Jingxuan. This sword glimpsed the way, but stopped before the threshold. It is really a pity.

"Defective, but enough..."

The joy in Jingxuan's heart had reached its peak, and upon seeing it, he raised his sword finger again.

Suddenly, a bright light burst out from the blood-red world.

Then there was an astonishing scene of a world being forcibly torn apart, the river of blood was cut off, the earth was faulted, and a person covered in blood had fainted in the pit.

"Hey, it's a failure after all... still can't let me enjoy myself..."

"Your aptitude is too low..."

With his hands behind his back, Jingxuan withstood this blow without even wrinkling his clothes.

Looking at the bloody sword Wuming in the pit, with his hands behind his back, he sighed faintly.

"Wu Tu..."

"Because it was too boring, so I gave up the way of martial arts..."

"It's not as easy as playing with other people's hearts. The joy it brings me is easier."

"I originally thought that I could create a strong enemy with my own hands, and let me fight seriously."

"As a result, you have wasted too much of your precious and effective time."

"But it doesn't matter, the future is still very long..."

With an interesting word, Jingxuan's eyes signaled the hidden person not far away, leaving this place with the comatose Eternal Sky...

As for himself, he took Mio Mio to the place of the High Priest of the Sunblind Clan. It was time to receive the reward.

(End of this chapter)