Wushuang Wushuang Swordsman

Chapter 83 Sword Intent
Li Xuange took the initiative to take the risk of revealing his identity, but he was not afraid that the other party would suddenly shout and expose him, which would lead to people besieging him.

Just because from the very beginning, he felt the same aura from Wu Jianqiu as himself, the aura of a pure swordsman who lives for the sword and dies for the sword.

If Wu Jianqiu speaks out, it means that he is by no means a pure swordsman. No matter how outstanding his past achievements are, at least his sword heart has been dusted, so he is by no means an opponent of Li Xuange.

Li Xuange immediately exploded with a blow with all his strength, which was enough to kill the opponent before he made a sound.

But Wu Jianqiu showed his sincerity, which meant that he never let go of his own swordsmanship, and Li Xuange dared not act rashly.

At this moment, Wu Jianqiu had already drawn out his saber, and looked at Li Xuange with great interest, "Aren't you going to draw out your sword?"

"I draw the sword, and the outcome will be determined."

"The Absolute Sword is too unique, it will cut off your own life."

"If the sword is inexhaustible, how can one climb to the top."

Wu Jianqiu laughed again, "You and I have different ways of swordsmanship, and the paths we pursue are very different. Only by going all out can we prove right or wrong."

Li Xuange shook his head and said: "The road is never right or wrong, only those who walk down the road, see how far he has gone or can go."

"Interesting point of view, but some roads are destined to be a dead end, see if the road you are walking is a dead end!"

As he said, there was no wind blowing up in the secret room, and each gust of wind was like a three-foot green blade in Wu Jianqiu's hand, and suddenly divided into dozens of strands, filling every inch of space that Li Xuange could move.

He didn't move, and then the sword intent in his eyes seemed to turn into phantom figures, following the invisible strong wind, he attacked with swords from different angles!

This is the real sword intent, which is many times stronger than Cheng Buyi!

This kind of sword intent condenses Wu Jianqiu's lifelong swordsmanship, all the phantoms seem to be alive, and if he himself wants to attack, he may become any one of these phantoms in midair!
Once it is unstoppable, the phantom becomes real, and if you hit it with one blow, you will be defeated by the sword!

If Li Xuange can't even deal with these things, don't talk about the real swordsmanship to deal with him!

With such a strong enemy, Li Xuange was inexplicably excited.

His sword is not out of its sheath, but the spirit is hidden in the sword, and the sword is transformed into the sword with intention. There are as many phantoms of Wu Jianqiu drawing the sword in the air in front of him, as many invisible sword marks appear at the same time.

These sword marks also turned into cold wind, one horizontal, one vertical, one vertical, one lift, one point, one stab, vertical and horizontal like golden swallows flying in the sky, winding like dragons turning clouds, coming and going like swiftly without a trace!
In an instant, the sword intent transmitted by Wu Jianqiu was torn to pieces without revealing any flaws.

Wu Jianqiu, who had a smile on his face, finally restrained his smile, revealing the incomparable solemnity he only had when dealing with equally powerful opponents.

Outside the secret room, people who were ten steps away from the secret room, those who were slightly weaker suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies and shuddered.

"Strange, why is the wind blowing so cold."

"But none of the vegetation nearby moved, and there was clearly no wind blowing, so where did you feel the wind?"

A Taoist priest of Zhongnan Dao said solemnly: "What you feel is the sword intent coming out of the secret room. It's really inconceivable that the lawless sword intent can really compete with a senior master like Wu Jianqiu."

There are many Taoist priests who practice swords, and there are also many very pure swordsmen. They can feel the tense atmosphere inside through the doors and windows. They can't help but clenched their fists tightly, and they don't know who they are nervous about.

At this time, in the secret room, Li Xuange took a step forward after breaking Wu Jianqiu's sword intent with the spirit sword intent.

This step immediately pushed the pressure back on Wu Jianqiu, causing the edge of his flat-raised sword to tremble, and a sword glow appeared on its own.

Li Xuange suddenly felt a pressing pressure and stopped immediately.

Wu Jianqiu said slowly: "I underestimated you. If you take two more steps, not only will you not leave a way for me to retreat, but you will also not leave a way for yourself to retreat. Really think about it? This means betting your life."

Li Xuange nodded and said: "The belief of a swordsman runs through all the time. Life and death are not important, victory or defeat is not important, what matters is whether you can prove your worth at the moment when you draw the sword."

"If you're dead, it's worthless."

"The best painters don't care whether their paintings can satisfy their own food and clothing, but only care about whether a painting expresses their own philosophical beliefs.

The same is true for a swordsman who is pure to the extreme. He really cares so much about life and death, so why did he choose to practice swords in the first place. "

After saying these two sentences, Li Xuange took the last two steps without complaint or regret. At this distance, the two people's spirits are entangled and pulled, and neither can get rid of the other!
The crisis of life and death can only make people make the purest and most instinctive choices.

Li Xuange's choice is to shine the sword!

Wu Jianqiu clenched his teeth tightly, there was no way out, and he stabbed out with a sword, but it was as gorgeous as fireworks, and the sword energy was everywhere, tearing the hem of Li Xuange's clothes.

His kendo is yin and yang, and what he does is not an absolute sword, but a psychedelic sword.

The power of the sword shrouded Li Xuange like a dream bubble, if he was not sure, he would be defeated by the sword without success.

It is also difficult for ordinary people to distinguish between true and false, right and wrong from this gorgeous sword shadow.

Li Xuange's Absolute Sword has only one move, and it can only slash at one place. The sky is full of sword shadows, where will he slash?
If you judge with your eyes, you will surely die.

But judging with the eyes of the heart, there may be a glimmer of life.

At that moment, Li Xuange had a clear understanding, and the sword struck out!
Like an eternity of silent night, a bright meteor suddenly flashed across the sky!
The meteor is only for a moment, but the brilliance left behind is eternal!

His sword cut to the timid part of his heart!
That's right, ever since Wu Jianqiu kept using words, Li Xuange sensed that trace of timidity in his heart.

He is indeed a top swordsman, but since what he cultivates is the way of yin and yang of false and real, then he intends to use yin and yang of false and real to control the opponent's heart, and he will not fight to the death.

After feeling Li Xuange's extremely firm intention to seek death as a sword, it is impossible for his sword heart to remain completely unshakable.

Feel the heart of the sword with the heart of the sword, no matter how gorgeous and colorful the swordsmanship is, it will inevitably expose its flaws.

The brilliant light in the sky dissipated, leaving a sharp and dazzling sword light in the afterimage.

Li Xuange returned the sword to the sheath, and put on the human skin mask again.

Wu Jianqiu's sword was stuck on the ground, and he supported it with both hands, maintaining his image until death. His only wound was on his chest.

That sword seemed to only cause flesh wounds, but the sword energy had entered his body, but it had already chopped his heart into pieces.

There was still a last ray of light in Wu Jianqiu's eyes, and he said: "Dugu Qiubai, who practiced his sword against the reflection, easily found all the flaws in my swordsmanship, that's because he has understood the ultimate way of swordsmanship. You And how did you find out where my trick is?"

Li Xuange said: "I closed my eyes, looked at it with my heart, and felt your timidity."

Wu Jianqiu was stunned, "It turns out that..."

After saying these four words, he seemed to have realized the shortcomings of his own swordsmanship, and he felt that he would die soon after hearing the Tao, so he slowly closed his eyes.

The secret room, which had been silent for a long time, was suddenly opened, and the light from the outside world penetrated into it, allowing everyone to see clearly who was coming out.

The uproar and shock were the emotions of everyone present, but they had to believe it.

(End of this chapter)