The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 825 Yan Yan vs Ying Qushui (Part ) [Subscribe*Subscribe for monthly tickets]

"Is this the Long River of Righteousness?" Ying Qushui looked up at the sky, but was not intimidated by the vastness of the Long River of Righteousness. His eyes revealed an eager look.

His Great River Sword might still be too small. If a sword cultivator could possess a river of sword energy as long as the river of righteousness, then would he also be invincible in the world?
Ying Qushui couldn't help but think of it.

The Great River Sword Qi has taken shape into a long river of sword energy. If it can be deduced, perhaps one day, sword cultivators will also be able to have their own long river of sword energy!
However, the number of sword practitioners is still too small compared to that of scholars, and it is extremely difficult to condense such a long river of noble energy.

"Even if the river of righteousness is vast and boundless, and the righteousness is great and strong, so what? How much righteousness can you bear and mobilize?"

Ying Qushui looked at Yan Yan expectantly.

He wants to challenge the entire Confucian school with his sword-fighting body!

It’s exciting just to think about it, and it makes your blood boil.

"Ever since I cultivated my righteous energy, I have never used my full strength to mobilize the long river of righteous energy. I also want to know where my limit is!" Yan Yan smiled with relief.

He had never used his full strength to mobilize the entire river of righteousness, and no one had ever pushed him to such a point.

Therefore, Yan Yan also wanted to know how much righteousness it could hold.

"Stay away!" He Shanggong said solemnly, and his body honestly retreated far away.

This is a competition between Yan Yan and Ying Qushui. It is also a battle between Confucian Haoran and sword cultivators over the great principles of swordsmanship. No one knows how the fight will turn out.

If nothing unexpected happens, once you are caught up in it, no matter you are a master or a sword master, you will be ruthlessly suppressed by the great river of sword energy and the long river of righteousness.

"Come on, father!" Xiao Yun'e raised her fist to cheer Yan Yan on, but was still carried away from the center of the battlefield by Shao Siming.

Yan Yan turned around, smiled and nodded, then slowly began to perform his boxing skills. The majestic energy in the long river of majestic energy in the sky was also drawn down, surging along with Yan Yan's boxing skills.

Ying Qushui waved the Shuixin Sword, and the Nine Sword Wheel behind him was also spinning faster and faster, eventually turning into a big sun, illuminating the heaven and earth.

When the fist moves, the great energy emerges.

A huge "Yes" character appeared like a seal of heaven and earth, condensed by a great sense of righteousness, and went to suppress Ying Qushui in mid-air.

"break!"

The sword moves, and the heavenly sword appears.

The big sun behind Ying Qushui turned into a huge gear and slashed towards the "yes" seal with the Shuixin sword.

The sword wheel smashed onto the seal, continuously spinning and splattering out streaks of sword energy.

Everybody was watching, not knowing whether the serrations of the sword would be able to cut through the Seal of Righteousness, or the Seal of Righteousness would shatter the serrations of the sword.

The sound of the sawtooth grinding wheel was incessant, and the harsh sound made everyone subconsciously cover their ears, intending to reduce the impact of the sound on the body by doing so.

Even though they were far enough away, many warriors with insufficient cultivation were still stunned by the sound.

No one expected that although they were not affected by the sword energy and the righteous energy, they were still stunned by the sound of the collision between the two.

As expected, without a certain level of cultivation, one is not even qualified to watch.

In the air, Ying Qushui's face was pale, but he insisted on holding the long sword tightly in both hands, urging all his energy to press down with all his strength, trying to break the "Yes" seal from bottom to top.

Yan Yan's face also flushed. He clenched his teeth and used his body to absorb the great energy in the long river of righteousness, constantly blessing the "yes" seal.

Both of them were holding on, trying their best. At this point, it was a test of endurance, to see who would give up first.

The Shui Xin Sword trembled, and the knuckles of Ying Qushui's hand holding the sword broke, and blood flowed down the sword. However, he would not give up, and always persisted, not allowing the "Yes" seal to continue rising and getting closer to him.

The seal was rising continuously, and the strong wind it created shattered Ying Qushui's clothes. Ying Qushui's extremely sublime youthful appearance became increasingly difficult to maintain. His long black hair also fluttered in the wind, but was gradually falling off and gradually turning gray.

Below Yan Yan's body was also filled with the great and strong righteous energy. His muscles were coiled all over his body, and blood was seeping out of his meridians, forming a blood-colored meridian tattoo on his bronze skin. It seemed that the blood would burst his meridians and gush out at any time.

Blood flowed from the corner of Yan Yan's mouth, but he still insisted on guiding the righteous spirit.

"Forget it! Forget it!" Ying Qushui suddenly withdrew his sword, dodged and fled away, avoiding the seal that was bombarding him.

Without any obstruction, the seal with the word "yes" blasted towards the sky and merged back into the long river of noble energy.

Yan Yan, who suddenly lost his target, staggered, took two steps forward, and fell to his knees on the ground.

"You are already over a hundred years old. You don't have many days left to live. There is no need to risk your life with young people!"

Ying Qushui fell to the bank of the Huai River and used his Shuixin Sword to propel himself into the ground, supporting himself from falling.

This time he was really exhausted. Even if he was a master, it would take him three to five years to recover to his peak state.

The long river of noble energy disappeared. Yan Yan supported himself on the ground with his hands, gasping for breath, and raised his head with difficulty to look at Ying Qushui.

"You win!" Ying Qushui knew what Yan Yan meant and said helplessly.

Yan Yan smiled, then closed his eyes and fainted.

"I've told you, you're so old, there's no need to risk your life. Why don't you understand?" He Shang Gong was the first to rush back and supported the staggering Ying Qushui.

Ying Qushui glanced at He Shanggong, tilted his head, and fainted.

Shao Siming followed closely behind He Shanggong and appeared beside Yan Yan. He stretched out his hands and found that Yan Yan had just fainted from exhaustion and had no internal injuries. He heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Yan Yan with a reproachful look, but still picked up Yan Yan regardless of the blood on his body and soon disappeared beside the Huai River.

"Terrible!" Looking at the devastated land, Jing Ke complained.

The ground was cracked, the grass and trees were falling down, and the rocks under the ground were exposed. It was obvious that even if it was not a direct attack, the scattered sword energy and strong energy could cause such great damage.

If someone stood in between, he would probably be killed by the aftermath of the fight between the two.

"Take back those warriors who were knocked unconscious!" Jing Ke ordered.

There were quite a few warriors who were knocked unconscious, lying all over the ground. If no one took care of them, they would probably have a lot of sequelae by the time they woke up, at least their hearing would definitely be affected.

As the leader of the underworld gang, Mo Jia naturally could not sit idly by and watch such a thing happen.

"Who won?" The warriors who were not knocked unconscious asked curiously.

Jing Ke looked at everyone speechlessly, then looked at Lord Chu Nan. It would be better to let Lord Chu Nan explain this matter.

"Do you think you can defeat Emperor Xuanwu or take on the sword of Qushui Sword Immortal?" Lord Chu Nan said calmly.

Does winning or losing matter?
Even if there really is a winner or a loser, who would dare to spread the news?
Whether it is Yan Yan or Ying Qushui, it is too easy to kill them.

(End of this chapter)