The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

When Fang Xun saw Huijue had also joined the hunt, he already had the idea of ​​going home immediately.

And now, on a whim, his flying speed increased by three times.

While on the road, I was still thinking about Huijue's previous abnormal behavior.

"Didn't he come here to kill me? Why did he suddenly withdraw his attack?"

After thinking about all the details, Fang Xun quickly guessed that it must be the fault of "Rulai Palm".

Like Huijue, he immediately realized that in this world, there was only Buddha in the realm of Buddhism, Taoism, gods and demons.

And he also used a set of Buddhist magical martial arts. If he were Huijue, he would definitely treat him as one of his own in this situation.

"I didn't expect that practicing the Tathagata Palm would have such benefits."

After figuring this out, Fang Xun was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Then he thought of how Huijue, the leader of the Buddhist sect in Central China, had joined the hunt, but there was no movement from the Taoist sect.

This gave Fang Xun another round of associations.

"Could it be that the Taoist masters have regarded me as one of their own because of the several authentic Taoist magic skills I have displayed during my many public actions before?"

However, he only guessed part of it right. This time, the masters from the Thirty-Six Sects and Four Paths did not interfere in the matter between Wu Haoran and him.

In addition to the fact that Fang Xun had publicly displayed the Taoist martial arts several times, the Taoist masters also had other important matters to attend to.

They did not come to find Fang Xun, but went to find Shangguan Wudi and Ye Honglei.

Deep in the Western Desert.

The wind was blowing, and the swords were wielding.

Shangguan Wudi and Ye Honglei were covered in blood, and the battle was in full swing.

Even the yellow sand on the ground could not resist the dissipating energy and was cut into even smaller pieces.

Boom——

The sky was obscured by a sea of ​​thunder.

Ye Honglei and Li Hongyan worked together as a pair, wielding swords and dancing, their coordination was seamless.

The sword energy and lightning were so powerful that they borrowed from each other, increasing their speed and power to a terrifying level.

Compared with the sea of ​​thunder that covered the sky and the sun, Shangguan Wudi seemed as small as an ant.

But he was free and easy, calm and composed, like a huge mountain pressing there, allowing the thunder and sword energy to rage from all directions, and I remained unmoved.

choke--

The sword energy broke through the air like a white horse passing by in a flash, it was extremely swift and sharp. It seemed to be just one sword, but it was thousands of swords overlapping each other.

boom--

Immediately, large amounts of thunder struck down, but Ye Honglei and Li Hongyan were also fearless.

With a charming smile, the sword was drawn and the sword light appeared. In just the instant it was seen, a deadly sword intent emerged out of thin air in Shangguan Wudi's Niwan Palace and slashed towards Shenyuan!
puff-

A streak of blood appeared on Ye Honglei's collarbone, and a bright red knife mark was left on her delicate skin.

And Li Hongyan, who was beside her, had an illusory sword spirit body that was in chaos and turmoil for a while, but it stabilized again in an instant.

Although Shangguan Wudi's body was not hit by the sword, his death destroyed the visible sword energy. The invisible sword energy also took advantage of the opportunity and hit his spirit, causing his face to turn pale.

After both sides were injured, they stopped their actions at the same time.

Ye Honglei's face was indifferent, and her eyes were even colder, while Li Hongyan smiled sweetly: "Wudi, your knife has become even sharper."

Shangguan Wudi's face was calm, and he simply replied: "Your sword is the same, isn't it?"

The next moment, both of them fell back to the earth at the same time, and the sea of ​​thunder that covered the sky and the sun disappeared completely.

After fighting for more than two months, both of them used each other's swords to sharpen themselves, making progress bit by bit while also developing a tacit understanding.

Whenever both sides were exhausted, they would rest for three days to recover and then continue fighting.

It seemed that there was no danger and the situation was unusually peaceful, but the two of them were tense to the limit and no one dared to relax.

Because they all understand that this is a cruel competition, and it is a competition of who can surpass their own limits first.

If you find yourself falling behind, you must be careful, because if you cannot catch up with your opponent in time, it means death is imminent.

Death is scary, but what is even scarier is having to experience this feeling of approaching death every minute and every second for more than two months.

If the mind is not strong enough, the person will go crazy in less than two hours, let alone two months. Under the stimulation of this life-and-death situation, both of them pushed themselves madly, squeezing out every bit of their potential, just to surpass their opponent.

Two people, three figures stood quietly in the distance.

The yellow sand is gone, leaving only the gray and barren land.

Neither of them spoke a word, leaving only dead silence.

But even during this quiet time of healing, the battle still continues.

The will of the two men covered an area of ​​more than ten miles in radius. In silence, they frantically snatched the vitality of heaven and earth to use in recovering from their injuries.

The principle is very simple. The value of the vital energy of heaven and earth in unit time is constant. If one person grabs more in unit time, the other person will get less.

As one gains strength while the other loses strength, if someone can absorb more vital energy and recover from his injuries to a certain degree ahead of time, the next fight can start ahead of time!

When the other person starts the fight, his injuries have not yet recovered to the ideal level, and he will be in a disadvantageous situation.

In this cruel competition, disadvantage means being closer to death.

Time passed quietly, and this silent collision lasted for two days and two nights without anyone noticing.

The sun once again shone on the dead earth. Neither of them moved a step, and their injuries were more than half healed.

But at this moment, Shangguan Wudi, Ye Honglei and Li Hongyan's eyes moved slightly and they turned to look into the distance.

Thirteen figures appeared slowly approaching on the dim horizon.

Ye Honglei snorted coldly: "Humph! You are lucky this time, a bunch of troublemakers have come!"

Li Hongyan still smiled: "Wudi, you have to be careful, I will not miss any opportunity to kill you."

Ever since she appeared as the sword spirit, Li Hongyan has been smiling. This smile is so happy because her lover is always by her side.

Shangguan Wudi replied calmly: "It's just a matter of sharpening a knife. If the knife breaks, it's broken. If a person dies, then he is dead. It's no big deal."

When discussing his possible death, his expression was unusually calm, as if he was not talking about death but discussing what to eat next.

He is actually a very pure person.

In the first half of his life, Shangguan Qingyuan, a Confucian scholar, was determined to read the books of sages and live for the people.

In the second half of his life, he became the Sword God Shangguan Wudi, and nothing else mattered to him except the sword.

Shangguan Wudi understood that although his current strength could be said to be the best in the world and looked extremely powerful.

But let alone climbing to the pinnacle of the sword path, even if it were to impact the limit of gods and demons, there was less than a 20% chance of success.

If you want to make progress, you have to push yourself beyond your limits, put yourself in danger, sharpen your blade again and again, and have no regrets even if you die.

Without this kind of determination, how can one challenge the limits of gods and demons and reach the pinnacle of the way of the sword?
I'm afraid it's just a daydream to want to destroy the last earth vein seal of Tianyin Mountain.

Ye Honglei and Li Hongyan also felt a sense of relief in their hearts, as if they had sensed Shangguan Wudi's determination.

The next moment, Ye Honglei also smiled, and her smile was very beautiful.

"What a great number one in the world! No wonder you are ranked first among the thirty-six sects. One man is equal to one sect. In this case, let's get rid of these troublemakers first, and then we can fight again!"

choke--

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword came out, and a sea of ​​bright red swords crossed the sky, attacking the thirteen figures in the distance.

Shangguan Wudi didn't waste any words. He drew his sword again and swung it out normally.

It seems like only one cut, but it could be ten cuts, or even hundreds or thousands of cuts.

The truth is that he swung his sword too fast, so fast that it was impossible to tell how many sword strikes this "ordinary sword strike" was made up of.

But no matter how many cuts there are, at this moment they overlap to become one cut that returns to simplicity.

laugh--

The space even groaned as if it could not bear the heavy burden.

Compared to Ye Honglei's sword, the sea of ​​red sword is magnificent as soon as it is swung out.

Shangguan Wudi's 'ordinary sword strike' seemed unusually inconspicuous, but it was extremely condensed, without any dissipation or waste of strength.

Suddenly, the sword and the knife were in front of him, and thirteen figures in the distance also reacted, releasing thirteen earth-shaking bursts of energy, colliding with the sword and the knife.

Boom——(End of this chapter)