Fighter of the Destiny

A sword light lit up. Compared with the infinite light coming from the smoke and snow on the other side of the bridge, it was so dim that it was completely worth mentioning. The trajectory drawn by the sword in the rain and fog and the direction it fell were also so ordinary. No matter who looked at it, it was a very ordinary sword move. However, at the moment when the sword edge was raised, the rain, mist, smoke and snow falling from the sky suddenly stopped, and even the infinite light brought by the Zhaijian began to disappear, heading towards the Wugou Sword!

The Great Sword of Light has not yet arrived, and what comes with the smoke is the sword's intention. Its form is invisible, and its meaning has no image. However, Chen Changsheng saw through the intention of Zhaijian hidden behind the light in advance, because he used the Sword of Wisdom. It took seven days to clear his eyes, and he wanted to see the truth.

Being able to guess the sword intention hidden in the smoke and seeing the undiscovered truth does not mean that it can be easily broken. How did he do it? The Wu Gu sword seemed to be raised casually. The sword move was extremely ordinary, but it was particularly suitable for the current situation. It was like a meticulous painting of flowers and birds. He seemed to have placed the last stroke carelessly and casually, and the ink line was so twisted. It is powerless, but if you look at it from a little distance, you will see that it is a plum branch.

A random touch of ink may also be the finishing touch, and an ordinary stroke can sometimes make the whole picture come alive.

The problem is that in order to click that ball of ink and place that stroke at the right time and in the right situation, it requires countless practice and insights, so that you can know where the stroke should land and what kind of brushwork should be used. .

What kind of writing style is this? What kind of sword is this?

A somewhat unconfident voice sounded from a certain level below the deck of the ship: "Meilu Little Sword?"

The person who spoke was an instructor at the ancestral temple. Due to his status, he could not stand at the bow of the ship. However, from a distance away, he could barely see clearly the sword that Chen Changsheng had raised in the rain and fog. He felt that Chen Changsheng's sword moves looked familiar, and he was very surprised, so he subconsciously said it.

Many people heard these words, and when they recalled Chen Changsheng's sword, they discovered that it was actually the little-known Meilu sword of Zongsi. For a moment, no one could say anything. Chen Changsheng The fact that he had extensive experience in swordsmanship already shocked people to the point of numbness, but how could he think of and dare to use such a very ordinary swordsmanship to defeat Xu Yourong's Great Sword of Light? And it seems to be successful?

Was it really successful? No, this is just the beginning.

The Great Light Sword, one of the five most powerful moves in the world, is so easy to break. Just when Chen Changsheng's sword move broke through the rain and mist, and showed its edge for the first time, the light that had been submerged in the mist and snow suddenly burst out again, turning into countless swords. Traces, carrying the snow and rain, slashed at Chen Changsheng again.

The light was still in the smoke and snow, and Xu Yourong was still at the other end of the bridge. Countless sword moves were already coming one after another. Those sword moves were hidden without being released. You could feel these sword moves just by looking at the traces in the smoke. How exquisite and infinitely powerful.

This is the most incredible thing about the Great Light Sword. Light travels between heaven and earth, and can imitate all things, and can imitate ten thousand swords. No matter how advanced Chen Changsheng is in swordsmanship, what can he do if he encounters such a unique swordsmanship that can change on its own, like flowers and snow?

Xu Yourong's sword didn't pause at all. At the same time that the teacher from the ancestral temple cried out in surprise, the Zhaijian came out through the snow. He was only ten feet away from Chen Changsheng, and the bright sword force had already crossed the stone bridge. , came to him.

Different from the battles in front of the National Education Academy in the past days, Chen Changsheng did not use the Yeshi Step to try to escape the opponent's sword or attack, because he knew very well after fighting with Nan Ke that he wanted to compete with the Tianfeng bloodline for speed. , is a very stupid choice.

And since he drew a path on the snow bridge and Xu Yourong took it, how could he retreat at this time? His eyes were calm and focused, looking at the bright sky in the mist and snow. Without hesitation, he held the sword in both hands and slashed from top to bottom towards the place where the light was strongest!

Tang Thirty-Six's cheers rang out from the big ship: "The stick that overturns the mountain! Break it!"

Xu Yourong's Zhaijian hadn't really fallen yet, and what came through the smoke and snow was the sword's intention.

Similarly, Chen Changsheng turned the stick of the National Education Academy into a sword, but he failed to really break the Great Sword of Light.

The light in the mist and snow has already changed three sword intentions, and Chen Changsheng also fired three swords accordingly.

All of this happened in a very short period of time.

The sword light illuminated the Naihe Bridge that was shrouded in smoke, rain and fog, and then disappeared again, one after another.

Luoshui seemed to have entered a midsummer thunderstorm, with lightning lighting up from time to time.

However, the clouds formed by smoke and snow were still so violent and powerful, and were not torn apart by the lightning, moving towards the other side of the bridge.

Neither the people on the boat nor the people on both sides of the Luoshui River could clearly see the details on the Naihe Bridge, such as the fluttering clothes and white gauze. They could only faintly see the figures of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong in the rain, mist, smoke and snow.

The sacred aura exuded by Xu Yourong who was walking slowly became stronger and stronger, and the pressure of light became stronger and stronger, like a statue of a god in the palace, while Chen Changsheng, who was standing in the same place, was still as calm and silent as before. It is a stone, no matter how the water washes it, it will not change its shape or its heart.

One is for movement, the other is for stillness.

What is quiet is the heart, what is moving is the sword.

The Mugou Sword is like lightning, and the Zhaijian is more like a tomorrow. But in the rain, fog, smoke and snow, they are actually more like two ships sailing on the sea at dusk, sailing against the wind and breaking through the waves. Gradually getting closer and closer, and eventually they will meet.

Until now, the swords of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong have not met, but their sword intentions have met countless times.

There were countless crisp sword sounds coming from Luoshui River, followed by the sound of the sword cutting through all hard things.

The Naihe Bridge, which was protected by a powerful formation and could not be destroyed even by warships, appeared so fragile in the sea of ​​light and huge waves set off by the two swords. Countless cracks appeared on the hard bridge deck, and rocks flew out. The crumbs were instantly crushed by the force of the sword, and there were countless dense marks like spider webs on the railings on both sides. He quietly looked at the animal heads carved from stone in Luoshui for countless years, and even the swords were splashed. I mean, the cutting stone chips flew everywhere, and my ears and face were broken off.

The people on both sides of the Luoshui River were farther apart and couldn't see clearly the scene on the bridge. They could only see the light in the falling snow. Even so, hearing those sounds made their minds agitated. The people on the boat were closer, There were even screams of exclamation that were shocked by the wonderful sword moves in the rain, mist, smoke and snow.

"Is that Tiandang Sword Technique!"

"Three fishing songs!"

"How can he know the swordsmanship of Jueqing Sect!"

The exclamations came from below, and the people standing at the bow looked at the Naihe Bridge in silence.

Yes, there is indeed no sword technique in this world that can completely break the Great Light Sword, because the sword move of the Saintess' Peak was too incredible. The moment the light appeared in the smoke, Chen Changsheng remembered the record in Daozang , also had the same emotion - he had never seen such a complicated and almost all-encompassing swordsmanship, but so simple that it already coincided with the way of heaven. He had never even imagined that the Great Light Sword was already the final destination of the way of swordsmanship. , he had only had a similar feeling when he saw Su Li slashing the sky-shielding sword leading to the south on the snowy field of the Demon Realm.

With his current swordsmanship, there are only two ways to defeat the Great Light Sword, and that is to use the last move of Lishan Sword, or like when he faced Zhu Luo in Zhou Garden or Xunyang City. In that way, if he uses the thousands of swords hidden in the scabbard, the ending of the former will inevitably be life and death together, with no choice, and the latter will be the result of his own inability to control the thousands of swords coming out at once, which will exceed his seven days. Time is deduced and calculated, so it cannot be chosen.

In the end, the method he used was the third sword that Su Li taught him, and it was also the sword that Su Li himself had not learned. It's just that this time he took the sword intention instead of the sword itself. He didn't use the sword to defend, but just used the clumsiness of the sword, because that method looked stupid no matter how you looked at it.

He used countless swords to defeat Xu Yourong's sword.

The light shining on the world can imitate all the sword intentions in heaven and earth.

Then he will use all the swords in heaven and earth.

This method is stupid, but how can a person who can learn all the swords in heaven and earth, and know when and what sword should be used to break the invisible form and unintentional intention before the light, be really stupid? people?

The teachers and students of the Ivy League below the big ship couldn't understand it, but the big shots standing at the bow of the ship knew this very well.

So they were silent for a long time as they looked at the sword intent on the snow bridge that stretched between heaven and earth.

The Minister of Rites was not a Taoist, so he couldn't help but asked: "How many swords are there?"

The King of Linghai said expressionlessly: "Dean Chen fired forty-three swords."

Taoist Siyuan said with complicated emotions: "The sword is not finished yet."

What these two giants of the state religion said was correct, and they were not talking about Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong respectively.

Xu Yourong's Great Sword of Light has indeed not been used yet.

Chen Changsheng's forty-three swords can certainly be understood as one sword.

There was silence at the bow of the ship. In fact, there were people talking all the time at the beginning.

When Chen Changsheng used his sixth sword, Su Moyu said softly: "I lost."

When Chen Changsheng used the ninth sword, a general who returned from Jialanguan to report his duties frowned slightly and shook his head.

When Chen Changsheng reached the eleventh sword, Xue He's hand gently caressed his broken arm.

When Chen Changsheng reached the twenty-seventh sword, Zhexiu shook his head. If he and Chen Changsheng were to compete head-on, they would lose here. Of course, this was a sword fight, not a life-or-death fight. Then he glanced at Tang Thirty-Six, a little puzzled, wondering if you could last longer than himself.

Tang Sanliu never said when he would lose, but at this moment he said with emotion: "Have we all learned our sword skills from dogs?"

The faces of many people on the bow of the ship became a little ugly, but they could not refute.

Everyone knows that Chen Changsheng has read the Dao Zang thoroughly. Could it be that he has also learned all the swordsmanship in the world?

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(The days when I have no manuscripts saved and are as busy as a dog are so sad. I really miss my work status last month and want to try to work hard from next Tuesday.)