Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 431: Battle of Pei (Part )
A fantasy can only end with another fantasy.

Everyone was still in a daze. The eight lives were everywhere in the hall, and the Xuanmen were clearly visible. Sui Zaihua turned around, and Pei Ye felt the omen of being crushed for a moment, but when their eyes met, everything had nothing to do with the outside world.

He walked forward step by step, and everything else quickly faded away. From behind the old man, a bright jade light spread out. It was the peak of the Cold Jade Mountain, vast and boundless, with fairy palaces and jade towers, white clouds below, and the starry sky above.

This was the third time Pei Ye faced this scene.

He knew he couldn't refuse, just as he hadn't been able to refuse the two times before.

In the early morning of Kongtong, Pei Ye used Liuli with all his strength to defeat the man in black robe, but he brought Xitingxin with him and commanded, "No matter what happens between us, I will not be the loser."

Now, he is an ant in front of him, but he came with the imperial edict.

"Dragon Immortal Secret Decree" and [Xi Ting Xin] suddenly pounced on each other. From behind Pei Ye, an endless dark purple bamboo forest spread out. The night sky fell into a deeper layer of dark darkness. A vague huge shape sank into it. Above the farther sky, a long beard that spanned the mountains meandered into the human world.

The scroll of the Immortal King's edict collided with the Xiting Fairyland in an instant, and both were stagnant.

A straight line divides the two worlds. Pei Ye and Qu Zhu stand on both sides. The Xianque Nebula and the Purple Forest and Dark Sky become the relative background. He stands in the white mist and purple bamboo. He stands on the high wind and snow stone.

This is an arena that opens directly from the entire mind realm, exactly the same as the last time. In this world, to kill the heart is to kill the person.

The difference from last time was that the young man's state of mind was already complete, the Zhaotu surrounded him quietly, and he no longer felt powerless and fell to his knees.

They looked at each other with calm eyes and swords drawn.

Qu Zhu was silent for a moment, then reached out and took down the sword floating in front of him, raised his eyes and said, "Long time no see."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"I've been waiting for your reply for two days." Qu Zhu sighed softly, raised his arm and gently waved the sword in his hand, and swooped up like a god or ghost!

I should have known how powerful this old man's sword is now. Pei Ye had faced him alone in the Sutra Library. He was ghostly, powerful, calm and experienced. That time he was at a loss and sweating profusely. Even with Liuli's help, he was almost cut in the throat within twenty breaths.

Although he has now entered the spiritual realm, there are clear differences in levels between the spiritual realms.

With just the first sword movement, the suffocating pressure suddenly tightened Pei Ye's heart. Too fast! Too strong!

The black clothes suddenly pressed down in front of him. It was no longer the leisurely stroll when he was testing the sword just now. This was a battle of life and death. Only Pei Ye could truly see this unparalleled sharpness!

He still couldn’t catch such a sword light. The white brightness only flashed in his field of vision for a moment. The next moment, the aquamarine color that overwhelmed his pupils surged in, straight, powerful, and stunning—"Sword Covering the Bright Moon" [Rainbow Hanging in the Blue Sky]!
Zhang Lingwen had used this sword on the sword stage the day before. Now it seemed as if it had been reborn, from a mortal to an immortal in one step, turning into a real rainbow in the blue sky.

Of course Pei Ye still couldn't take such a sword, and the huge gap in sword attainments once again pressed upon him - you stepped into the spiritual realm, comprehended the essence of the moves, and eliminated the gaps between the moves. So next, how do you use the moves and respond to them?

The 'spiritual' realm is a realm without any moves, or in other words, it is also a realm where all moves are used.

The old man had evidently already reached its peak.

Pei Ye lowered his eyes and pursed his lips. His spirit had already been stretched to the limit. He took three steps back and thrust his sword forward at the same time. [Leaf Eater] just managed to block the opponent's sword light, but after three "ding" sounds, it lost power and control and stuck to the green light in a disorderly manner, as messy as leaves blown away by sword energy.

Without Liuli and Mingqitian, he was defeated and lost the upper hand in the first move!

Qu Zhu thrust his sword forward, his sword light moving like flowing water compared to the young man's reluctance. Pei Ye gritted his teeth to control the sword, while the black robe spread out in front of him blocked his vision.

The old man's cold and indifferent eyes turned in front of him, he twisted his wrist and flipped the sword blade, and the green light suddenly turned into a brighter and more intense white!
The murderous intent exploded in front of Pei Ye.

——《White Rainbow》[Guan Ri]

The old man had obviously mastered the art of fighting. Compared to Yan Caiyue's rough and wasteful sword fighting, he suddenly attacked when he was five feet in front of Pei Ye.

Without any prelude or delay, a bright white rainbow suddenly exploded between the two swords. "When Nie Zheng stabbed Han Kui, a white rainbow pierced the sun." This was supposed to be a fatal blow!
It was neither fast nor blocked. In the Sutra Library, he could only use his intuition to block the old man's sword attack, and then he was cut back with a chaotic sword force and internal injuries.

Now the suffocating light has illuminated his face, and his hair is flying in all directions. Pei Ye almost knows what kind of situation he is in.

The familiar black robe, the familiar deserted place, two people, two swords, this is just a bigger soul-stealing bead.

There is nothing that can help you. All your relatives, friends, helping hands, and external objects are gone. You are left with only yourself and the sword in your hand, facing such a powerful enemy with no way out.

He has experienced this kind of lonely despair hundreds and thousands of times.

Each of them tried their best, but in the end they were still defeated by the black robe that would never die.

Pei Ye raised his light brown eyes and did not draw his sword to block.

He exposed his chest in front of the old man's sword, and the sword was finally firmly controlled by him, and then a brighter white light appeared in the white light!
It was an unimaginable and miraculous exchange of moves, with sun connecting sun, the true energy annihilated each other in an instant, the two swords rubbed against each other with the most intense sharp sound, and Qu Zhu felt the overwhelming power on the sword being taken over in an instant, and the two swords were almost indistinguishable from each other.

Qu Zhu immediately drew his sword horizontally and separated it, which was truly like "a long sword leaving its sheath like clouds leaving the moon". The sword light that was as bright as day just now suddenly became cold and misty, with a bit of moist pine light shining through the mist, which was a cold murderous intent.

Anyone would be astonished at the stunning change of tactics. Between the two swords as strong as the blazing sun, a cool breeze like "pine trees growing in the fog" suddenly emerged.

The sword pointed accurately and ghostly at the throat, but a moment earlier, the white sun on the boy's sword had been annihilated.

As if he was ready there, in the cloud of the old man's sword energy, he also produced a sword light that was incredibly fast, abrupt, and extremely reasonable, like the shadow of a bird flying out of the clouds.

The sword hit Qu Zhu's sword tip with a "ding" sound, and the light sound was like pine beads falling to the ground.

For the first time, Qu Zhu's sword force was slightly skewed, and this deviation immediately turned into a fold in the direction of the force, but there would be a gap in order to organize the sword force, even if it was just a little bit.

A familiar and silent change of tactics.

The sword light was extremely light, fast after fast, and the skylark passed over the water surface and had already picked out a twisting colorful scale.

In just this tiny gap, the sword had already broken into Qu Zhu's inner world. Qu Zhu stopped the sword in a split second, and flew back. The sword still left a string of bright red blood beads on his collarbone.

Pei Ye did not stop at all. The next sword was suddenly filled with murderous intent. A fierce fire burned in the coolness, and the water mist turned into a waterfall. The straight sword light rushed straight to the heart. Qu Zhu finally put away the sword and turned around, but when he blocked the sword light with his sword, he found that the sword tip was pointing to the weakest point of the sword.

Qu Zhu suddenly shrank his pupils and twisted his sword. Pei Ye's strong sword light arrived at the same time. The two forces collided at this moment. A clear golden sound resounded throughout the space, and Qu Zhu's sword broke and fell out of his hand.

Pei Ye's arm was also tilted. He took two steps back, forcibly grasped the trembling hilt of the sword, raised his eyes and pursed his lips as he looked at the black robe a dozen feet away.

"Yellow Jade". He had not yet finished learning a sword, but now it flowed from his hands so familiarly, but this was hardly his temperament. It had a deeper understanding and more steady sword moves, but it lacked a lot of aura, and there was no "Wind Yao Chapter" connected to it. Bai Yuliang's sword.

What a bright and beautiful move [Pulling the Sunlight Feathers], just like a handsome yellow bird flying straight towards the sun - now you are facing an enemy that will not die.

Pei Ye gently waved the sword in his hand, tensed his mind again, and watched Qu Zhu on the other side pick up a new sword from the air.

He knew he had won the first round.

There are still a thousand rounds to go.

On the carriage from Kongtong to the city, Pei Ye had curiously asked the woman, "Ms. Ming, how do you distinguish between swordsmen at the 'spiritual' realm?"

"We have said that the core of the 'spiritual' realm is the understanding of the sword. You can think of it this way: just like playing chess, the 'clumsy' realm is to have perfect moves and polish each of your pieces clearly, with the Xiang being the Xiang and the Jiang being the Jiang, and the strokes never being skewed; the 'spiritual' realm is when you begin to understand the rules of the sword, you know how to use the sword, know how each piece should be moved, and start to make changes."

"Variety?"

"A horse can be transformed into a chariot, and a pawn crossing the river can also move backwards."

"Is this okay?"

"As long as you can do it."

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"So when you reach the Spiritual Realm, you have the basic qualities to fight any swordsman, but it is still a vast realm. As I just said, if you understand it deeply and use it skillfully, you will be at a higher level in the Spiritual Realm."

"That actually has something to do with the number of chess pieces."

"Correct."

Pei Ye thought thoughtfully: "So, the basis of all changes of the Spirit Realm Swordsman is the sword moves he has learned."

"nature."

"Ms. Ming, can you play chess?"

"I haven't played with anyone yet."

"I'll play with you next time!"

"it is good."

How can you defeat someone who has already surpassed the peak of the spiritual realm in swordsmanship?
The sword moves he learned are vast, and his thinking when changing moves is ingenious and profound. This is the accumulation of forty years of immersion in the sword. For countless swordsmen, even if such a sword is clearly disassembled in front of them, few people can understand it.

If the spiritual realm is a competition of understanding of the sword, then this black robe has obviously gone too high.

This sword fight is of course a fantasy. You are a newcomer who has just stepped into the spiritual realm. You know only a handful of sword moves and your understanding of sword is just at the entry level. However, your opponent is an unfathomable abbot of sword cultivation. Countless sword talents have grown under his guidance. He can easily test the depth of sword geniuses like Xiang, Cui, and Su.

If you are lucky enough to defeat him by one or two moves, he still has countless moves to follow up, and if he defeats you by one sword, you will die with your throat slit. How can you win?
unless
You literally know every sword move he's learned.

Unless you have seen it only once, you will definitely be able to see through those magical ideas and ghostly variations.

Unless you have personally experienced all the details of each sword, you will not be able to make a single mistake, and walk through a thousand rounds without making any mistakes on the thin and tough steel in the abyss.

Of course he can.

As long as he experienced any sword move in such detail, he would never lose at it again, right?
Unimaginably brilliant sword light suddenly burst out between the two of them.

Sword moves coming from all directions were easily wielded in Qu Zhu's hands, with exquisite sword turns layered on top of each other. The young man only had a few "weapons" of his own, and occasionally he could fly out a sword style from the Soul-Snatching Pearl in the spiritual light, but his sword was so bright and magical.

He fully understood every sword move and knew every trap clearly. He had obviously never stood at such a height before - except when facing the person in front of him.

The swords of the two men crisscrossed each other, and they exchanged swords without giving up an inch in the split second between life and death. The blades kept illuminating the faces of the old and the young and then disappeared in an instant. Every second was wonderful and magical, and every second was filled with murderous intent.

Qu Zhu's sword was so powerful that for the first time he unleashed all his sword skills without any scruples. There was no more respite like after the first round. His violent attack was like a threat to his life.

In just a few breaths, a long sword was broken, but he picked up another one from the air the next moment and continued the previous sword move without any hesitation. With the snow-white blade and black clothes, he pressed towards the young man in front of him like a mountain. His eyes were calm, but his attack was like a mad and angry dragon.

But every one of Pei Ye's swords could be broken by a hair's breadth.

Horizontal sword, stabbing sword, holding sword, changing sword. It's exquisite and rigorous.

Qu Zhu's swords come from all over Longdi. Some are mediocre, some are sublime, some are neutral, some are weird, some are gentle, some are violent. When a master of swordsmanship has so many "chess pieces", fighting with him will be a nightmare.

However, Pei Ye had seen every move.

It was not the first time that he stood opposite this man in black robe. Those swords came down like a rainstorm. Sometimes he was Cheng Jianghong, sometimes he was Bai Yuliang, sometimes he was Ji Feng, and sometimes he was even Zhang Meiqing.

《The Jade Sword》【Marrying a Branch to a Banquet】《The White Rainbow Chapter》《Feng Shan Ming》. But more often than not, he is a complete stranger, with no idea of ​​his identity, appearance, or origin. The only thing he remembers is the brightest sword light that emanated from that body before it died.

Now it's right in front of you.

He had seen how it was used and also knew how it was broken.

Sword lights burst out and disappeared one after another, green and black robes were intertwined, broken swords were scattered for several feet on the ground, and the two men were covered with bloodstains.

They play swordplay skillfully and do not shy away from brutally exchanging injuries. No one is physically stronger here, and this is a true test of one's state of mind.

Gradually they began to breathe heavily and became sluggish, but after hundreds and thousands of rounds, Qu Zhu was never in the upper hand.

Every time he fought with all his strength, his swords were dissolved and cut off. He had picked up nearly a thousand swords from the air, but the young man in front of him was still holding the same sword he had at the beginning.

Silent, calm, bright, mysterious and flawless, with a keen insight into every detail.

Until the end, Qu Zhu was unable to break the sky-like long sword. As the thousandth long sword broke and fell to the ground, Qu Zhu seemed to have returned to the past thirty years.

It was the third chapter of Snow Collapse that he could never fully comprehend, it was the tomb of stars that he could not fathom or remove, it was the vague fingers controlling everything in the sky above the Death Tower. He sometimes thought he had crossed them - or at least the first one.

But now that insurmountable feeling once again looms before me.

sword.

Pei Ye had already crossed the boundary between the two worlds. At this moment, he stood under the cold wind, panting, holding his sword and looking at the black robe in front of him. If he had experienced the most tense and difficult sword fight so far in the Sutra Library, now it was like connecting two hundred such battles together.

After breaking a thousand swords like this, he had almost reached his limit.

Qu Zhu leaned tiredly under a large rock covered in snow, staring at the young man, his voice weak and light: "Sometimes I think you can definitely think of it, but sometimes I think you don't look that smart."

Pei Ye lowered his eyes quietly: "I have been thinking about it since you used [Sun Chasing Shadow] in the Sutra Library."

Qu Zhu nodded and sighed: "Those three battles with you were really the biggest failures in the past twenty years."

Of course Pei Ye always remembered it.

Why did he use [Sun Chasing Shadow], why did the sword skill of the same person become completely different after twenty years? Why did he look so old at the age of fifty?

Why he has been bound to Huansi Tower for twenty years, why he doesn't care whether he gets [Daliang] or not.

Why did he ponder over "how to concentrate the sword's will without releasing it" in the book many years ago, but later he had no more questions?
Because he had already solved it.

Perhaps when he was leaning against the cliff with serious injuries in the snowy valley, this man who had experienced many hardships was thinking that if he had come to the Happy Death Tower first, he would have chosen that path.

The Huansi Tower needs swordsmanship, and the [Mirror Dragon Sword Sea] needs hundreds and thousands of swords to fill it. There is not enough time and quantity, so they need something like the Soul-Snatching Pearl. Qu Zhu took out such a thing for them.

The collected beads are not only food for the stegosaurus, but also a way for the man to practice swordsmanship.

When Pei Ye first looked into this bead in Kongtong, he realized that this was the most efficient way to practice swordsmanship, with all the details intact. But he thought at the time that this kind of self-realization was not enough, because it lacked the perspective of the outside world, and this method also could not transcend the limitations of the sword talent.

But last night he suddenly understood - the enemy of those sword-piercing beads was actually the man in black robe.

When Qu Zhu was refining those beads, he used himself as a shadow and his own body and sword as a blank slate, copying the swordsman's swordsmanship meticulously. So what would happen when he himself looked into them and replaced the swordsman?

Inside and outside, front and back, the whole battle was all his own.

This was the true way of learning swordsmanship, a sword technique was completely copied in the minds of the two Qu Zhus. This genius had revealed this magical inspiration and firm execution to him countless times.

This is certainly useful.

After you have learned nearly a thousand sword techniques.

Because 27 years ago, before everything broke out and before the previous generation of Hushan Sword Sect decided on the successor, the young and proud man went to the foot of Tianshan Mountain and listened to a sword lecture by someone from Yunlang Mountain. At that time, he was about to learn the second move of "Bengxue" and was optimistic about the future. After returning, he was in a good mood and brought back a pair of engraved knives and swords according to the agreement with his junior brother.

That time, Yunlangshan taught a somewhat useless sword achievement, which was more inspiring than practical, and not many people remembered it afterwards. More than 20 years later, when Ming Qitian went to Tianshan to ask for swordsmanship, Shang Yunning, who had read many books, had never heard of the name of this article.

It is called "On the Sword Ode of Three Thousand Men".

When Pei Ye put on his coat in the cool autumn night and walked down the dim wooden stairs with his sword in hand, he realized that he would have to face the [Mirror Dragon Sword Sea] alone.

Watching a thousand swords in half a day was the miracle he prepared for this battle.

So at this time he certainly knew what he would face next.

Pei Ye tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword little by little. The old man leaning against the stone slowly raised his hand and snatched his last sword from the air.

Suddenly, snow began to fall from the sky.

Large patches of pure white flowers that grew in the air began to land in this world. The old man looked at him quietly, and the thousand broken swords on the ground began to lose their ability to reflect the light.

The whole world was getting darker, the sky was covered with gray clouds, the peaks were dark, snow was falling, Qu Zhu slowly got up from the stone, and his whole body had fallen to the lowest point along with the world.

A thousand sword defeats.

When the young man defeated him again and again, it never defeated him, but only made him look back more and more on his life in the past thirty years.

One after another, there are the highest skies and one after another, there are the desperate ravines.

His man had been suppressed for thirty years, and his sword had been clumsy for thirty years.

This is the height he has climbed to with a thousand swords. He has completed this interpretation with his life.

Who else understands the sword intent of [Huiming] better than him?
In the darkness, the sword plucked with countless soul beads finally appeared in the world. This was of course the highest achievement of his swordsmanship. This sword, which took him thirty years of life to forge, had almost deviated from its original appearance.

"Snow Collapse", third move.

In the midst of darkness, countless dark sword blades on the ground suddenly began to emit sharp spots of light.

Even if I am defeated a thousand times, what does it matter?

He has accomplished the impossible so many times.

Climb the ladder, pick up the sword, seek revenge, rebuild your reputation, and face Xijun!
The broken sword suddenly burst out with unimaginable brightness. Every time the sword broke and was defeated, it was just a dark process. Isn't this the path he has taken?
No matter how cruel the hardships are, or how huge the shadows are, he will eventually penetrate them completely!
The blazing white light illuminated the entire world in an instant!
Meng Li had used this sword on a rainy night in Bowang, and Pei Ye had also seen it with his own eyes, but the sword was easily broken by the old man.

Of course, because of this sword, he was like an ignorant child in front of the old man.

For the first time, Pei Ye realized that there was such a huge difference between the sword spirit that he had climbed step by step in his life and the same sword style that a genius had easily comprehended.

The last time I felt this kind of overwhelming feeling was when I watched Ji Changyun's [Sword Sea Chapter] on Songtai. That was also the product of more than ten years of painstaking efforts by a swordsman, but this sword now was even better.

The world constructed by Xiting and Xianzhao was submerged. The peak of Xianque and the purple forest and dark sky all disappeared from the sight. Everything was filled with bright white light. If [Sword Sea Chapter] was the sea that came from the mountains, this sword was the light that fell from the sky.

I couldn't even tell the direction or the way I came from. In an instant, the whole world was submerged. And it was so blazing and sharp, like thousands of swords.

Pei Ye was riddled with holes in an instant.

The light penetrated through his body, cutting his skin, destroying his face, piercing his eardrums, and blinding his eyes. In an instant, the young man turned into a bloody man.

Yes, he did not have the "Sword Strategy" and was unable to fill the entire world with just one pour of wine like the god-like Master Ming Jian.

When it comes to the art of sword, he is often like a toddler. But it is a sheer miracle that he has broken through the old man's one thousand sword techniques and responded to one hundred thousand sword moves without error.

When Jian Zheng arrived at the realm of "Yi", the world where the old man truly stood, he had to face such a desperate situation.

Although Qu Zhu could be affected by them countless times with your two snow swords, he broke out of them on a rainy night in Bowang.

But how do you face this brightness that floods the world?
In the light that illuminates the world, the young man standing quietly with the sword in his hand is like a shadow that is about to disappear.

He didn't use any sword skills, and he really didn't know how to use more sword skills.

But there is actually another way to break the artistic conception.

Even if you are not at the level of "intention" and cannot use the intention as a weapon, you can try to break it with an ordinary sword.

Just like what was done to Shang Huaitong in the Bowang arena.

Pei Ye could no longer see anything. Only infinite light and sharpness were destroying his body. In such irresistible powerful brightness, he gently raised his sword and pointed it at the remaining darkness behind him.

I choose, obscure.

The world seemed quiet for a moment.

The shadow held up by the broken body was fixed like this, and all the light stopped. Then, in the silence, the darkness spread to the real world, the light was wiped out, and the artistic conception that submerged the world began to dissolve little by little.

In this artistic conception.

If "bright" is the blossoming that you have finally touched after thirty years of searching, then "dark" is the sword intent left for me, and it comes to my sword so intimately.

Pei Ye had made his choice long ago.

On the desperate cliff of Jianfu Mountain, watching the blood-stained figure of the woman being swallowed by the sword dragon, he shouted angrily to Jiutian's will, "Get out!"

If he was placed under the cliff of the Snow Valley, he would only spit coldly at the Zi Jin Xi Mian who came.

People don't have to overcome every obstacle. Pei Ye has never been so clear-minded.

It’s okay if you try your best and don’t succeed in the end.

The young man, whose body was almost mutilated, looked ahead quietly. In the past few days, he sometimes forgot about his elusive state of mind, and at this moment he was so calm again.

In front, Qu Zhu stood stiffly with a sword in his hand. In the surrounding heaven and earth, the light slowly faded away, and the world constructed by Xianzhao Xiting appeared again.

The old man's expression did not show surprise or pain. Perhaps he had expected this scene a long time ago, but he was indeed unusually silent at this moment.

After a long while, he sighed softly: "So, this is the price you have to pay."

Yes, a noble price.

If Qu Zhu had not provided advance help in Jianfu Mountain, perhaps the man in white would have really died.

In his current state of mind, he chose to be obscure, losing the ability to fight back, and was destroyed and turned into a useless person.

Even today, when he walked into the Jade Sword Pavilion carrying the Jade Tiger, the young man had chosen the path of self-destruction.

Qu Zhu walked towards him with the sword in hand, swaying slightly. The backlash of [Huiming] had an effect on him, but he was still able to draw his sword.

This is the path after choosing "Ming". As long as you are willing to give up something, you can always hold your sword tightly.

As long as you are strong enough, you can stand to the end and kill your enemies.

It was a miracle that the young man opposite could still stand, as he had indeed lost the ability to draw his sword.

However, Pei Ye just remained quiet.

When Qu Zhu walked to within three feet of him with the sword in hand, he suddenly stopped stiffly.

He felt his trembling body, his broken gasps, his near death, and at the same time, he felt an irresistible state of mind.

The whole person is illuminated completely, this is not a piercing illumination, but a clear reflection, the whole person and the whole mind become transparent.

Pei Ye slowly raised his head. He could neither hear nor see, but he looked at the old man in front of him so accurately, as if nothing could escape his gaze.

Pei Ye suddenly realized what it was that he had touched in the clear mirror and then lost vaguely after leaving it.

How could you possibly touch it in the much-anticipated No. 1 Sword Book?
Of course, the only way is to take the sword and step into the Jade Sword Pavilion.

If you abandon everything and stand before this powerful old man, there is of course an infinite chance that you will be killed by him.

But for the host of Zhaotu, is there any more suitable destination than dying at the hands of Xitingxin?
Rather than trying to survive by any means, the young man might want to firmly block the door for the Immortal King to descend.

Or you could kill him.

So if there is no truth, you are a traitor and an assassin; if there is the truth, in today's court and underworld context, how taboo is it to lynch a governor?

Yunlang Mountain might be able to save your life, but Pei Ye did not contact the woman.

Just as he didn't tell Li Piaoqing, didn't tell Zhang Xiaozhu, and didn't tell anyone else, he walked up to the Jade Sword Pavilion alone with a sword.

Because he suddenly realized so clearly that when he helped his friends over and over again, not wanting to lose any of them, and tried hard, even angrily, to tell them the importance of "friends"... they were actually teaching him "loneliness" in return.

Li Piaoqing will leave him and stay in Bowang, Zhang Junxue will step into the arena where he cannot win alone, and Yang Yan will also decide to reject Tianshan and go to the world alone.
Everyone has a path that he must walk alone.

It is what anchors me to who I am.

Pei Ye slowly raised the sword in his hand and held it across his eyes. He no longer had eyes, but he could once again clearly see the face on the sword that was waiting for a meeting.

It was a pair of narrow, sharp, bright eyes, looking over coldly, but it seemed to reveal a smile. This smile was really charming, but the next moment this charm turned into an ugly demon with blood dripping. It was his own face.

Your true pride never comes from fame or sword talent, Pei Ye.

What you are proud of is holding the sword in your own hands.

With the sword in my hand, how can I not be happy?

The body of Qu Zhu standing stiffly in front of him began to turn into a transparent jade mirror, and the missing shadow in it was so obvious. Pei Ye knew about its existence earlier, which was also the reason and goal for him to take up the sword and climb the pavilion.

On a rainy night in Bowang, Li Piaoqing had a brief eye contact with the man in black robe. When the quail-head heart candle shone into him, the reflection was not of impeccable brightness, but of a handsome young man throwing his sword in anger in the ice and snow because he could not learn any sword moves.

Forty years have passed.

The sword is still the poisonous flame in his heart.

Qu Zhu's thoughts arose in the clear world: Isn't it a compromise to make up for the sword talent in this way?
Qu Zhu stood still, the sword still in his hand. Perhaps he could have swung many more swords, but at this moment he could not move at all.

The sword fight reached a higher level.

The peaks of Xianque Mountain, the purple forest and the white mist all seemed to melt away.

Starting from the boy's feet, the stone and soil turned into clear glass, the white mist and snow disappeared, and the purple forest peaks were also wiped out. The essence of the world was changing, and everything turned into a completely pure and clear state.

The ice surface looks like glass.

Clear, tranquil, and vast. It was like wading through a thin layer of ice with a lonely dream, with cold, clear water underneath. Pei Ye himself seemed to be carved out of sharp ice jade, with skin, hair, bones, and blood, without any obstruction or shadow. Everything was transparent in this world.

The young man's body remained motionless, and he slowly sheathed his sword. Then the ice jade of the entire world began to shatter, and the shadow on the old man's chest in front of him suddenly shattered.

Qu Zhu's whole body stiffened, and he fell to the ground as if he was suffocating, with fine wrinkles all over his body.

This is the third move of "Snowy Night Flying Goose Sword Style".

Heart Sword: [The Ice Sky Reflects Me]

The last long sword in Qu Zhu's hand began to shatter and turned into silver-white ashes. He knelt on the ground trembling all over, unable to move.

Yes, no matter how brightly he burned the candle sword, the dark poison called "sword" was indeed always stubbornly deposited underneath.
Sword moves, sword intent, sword heart.

Now he had lost everything to the young man in front of him.

The young man's horrible broken body slowly staggered towards him and knelt down beside him with some staggers.

".Sir Sui." He replied hoarsely, "The book says that if you have different opinions, you cannot make plans together."

Qu Zhu raised his head with difficulty and forced a smile, but this action caused his body to shatter and dissipate.

The body of his mind shattered and scattered in an instant, Xitingxin and the Immortal Lord's edict map suddenly underwent extremely drastic changes, but Pei Ye did not stay here any longer, he returned to his body.

It was still in front of the hall of Jade Sword Pavilion. The fight lasted only a moment. The majestic old man in black stood stiffly in front of him. He was still alive, but he could do nothing.

The commotion all around was still reaching my ears, "Who are you?" "Who are you?" Countless chaotic questions blended into a cacophony of noise.

But they had been cut off at this time, and it was the silence caused by the sword of the watching heart.

Pei Ye looked at the face in front of him quietly. Yu Hu pierced his heart with a sword, nailing him to the pillar with blood splattering. Then he grabbed the man's hair to expose his throat and pulled out the sharp bronze sparrow plate from his waist.

Perhaps the severe pain awakened some of the old man's consciousness, and he suddenly squeezed out a faint hoarse voice from his throat: "Pei Ye."

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"If there must be such a 'savior', then he should get it in this way." The voice drifted, "From today on, if there is still one person in the world who recognizes Qu Zhu, it will be you."

Pei Ye paused for a moment, pursed his lips, raised his arm and slashed hard, cutting off the strong neck.

No one reacted. They only saw the two people looking at each other. Countless people were still immersed in the Glazed Sword Realm and couldn't extricate themselves. Suddenly, unimaginable blood spurted out.

Even Xuanmen froze in front of this scene, unable to find his own body for a moment.

In the strange and complete silence of the whole place, the young man in front of the hall turned around, with hot blood flowing from his forehead and face. He glanced coldly and silently at the people in the hall dressed in brocade and purple, raised his hand and threw the Bronze Sparrow Plate into the sword field.

The sharp edges were nailed into the ground, and amid the sound of the pendant knocking against the ground, the boy replied in a hoarse voice:

"Feng Huai, Pei Ye."

Everyone seemed to be in a dream. The name was hung high in the first column of the golden painting, and the brilliant morning light sprinkled on it, as if dyed gold.

On the sword field, bright blood flowed from the edge of the bronze sparrow talisman, spreading to the unique copper pieces strung with ropes, and gradually soaked into the lines of powerfully written words.

[Who would believe me if I hadn’t seen my whereabouts? Now I know where my name is.]

(End of this chapter)