The Art of the Great Sword

"It's interesting."

Jiang Ding sneered, and his body disappeared in the air instantly. When he reappeared, he had already reached Old Man Ye.

I saw that the exaggerated sword energy in his palm was condensed and he pushed forward fiercely, intending to penetrate everything with the sword energy in his palm and strike eastward and westward.

Old Man Ye's figure flashed and appeared dozens of meters away. The magic sword in his palm struck the sword energy bursting out from Jiang Ding without any warning, and both sides made fierce sounds of turmoil.

"laugh!"

Old Man Ye raised his magical sword, and while flying the sword energy, it pierced Jiang Ding's palm. The latter sneered, raised his hand and struck the sword, leaving a blood mark on Old Man Ye's chest.

Both sides exchanged injuries for wounds, and each received a sword blow.

"Your sword is still the same as before, not decisive enough!"

Jiang Ding looked disdainfully, his eyes focused and he took a step forward. A terrifying shadow of the magic sword appeared above his head, hanging in the sky.

As he pressed his palm downwards, the phantom of the magic sword suddenly slashed out, aiming at Old Man Ye's weakest defensive position without hesitation.

Old Man Ye laughed loudly, "In that battle when you defeated me, only you know whether there was something fishy or not. At the critical moment, I suddenly smelled an imperceptible smell, and then my strength was less than 70% of my peak strength. That’s why I lost to you in that sword duel!”

The light in his eyes became more intense, "What I want to say is that this time I am back, and I want to use my strength to prove that even if I waste many years, I can still defeat you!"

As he spoke, Old Man Ye displayed one of his trump cards, standing the magic sword in his hand in the air, and then he merged into it, turning into an indomitable sword spirit.

The two sides suddenly collided with each other, causing a deafening roar.

The two sword lights went back and forth, and neither one was willing to be knocked back by the other. The remaining terrifying sword energy fluctuations swayed in the void, shocking everyone's hearts.

"Is this a battle between saints?"

"Too strong, too terrifying, don't look directly at it!"

"I couldn't even approach him..."

"Quick, hurry up and understand. There are some things that the saint reveals at will, which are difficult for us to understand in this life."

All of a sudden, all kinds of voices sounded.

"After the Great Controversy, there are more and more saints in Dongzhou visible to the naked eye. This is not a good thing. We, the Liu Clan, must always maintain a leading position. This Dongzhou is our private territory."

A strong man from the Liu Clan said in a deep voice, "Every additional saint will represent more uncertainty. We, the Liu Clan, will never allow others to surpass us and get on top of us. Therefore, those who deserve to be killed must be killed." Clear one by one.”

"Yes, we, the Liu Clan, must be the number one force in Dongzhou and must occupy a dominant position. No matter who comes, they cannot change this!"

"This old man Ye is Jiang Ding's old rival. If Jiang Ding can kill him, it will be a way to establish our prestige for the Liu Clan."

"Killing a saint to establish prestige, tsk tsk, even in the history of Dongzhou, this is a unique thing."

The strong men of the Liu clan expressed their thoughts with each other.

In the head-on battle, Old Man Ye and Jiang Ding were on equal footing, with more and more injuries on their bodies. The sword light was as fast as lightning, and blood sprays continued to explode from their bodies.

This is undoubtedly a battle that both sides want to win. They try their best to win without leaving any chance to the other side.

"laugh!"

Jiang Ding slashed his sword horizontally, but Old Man Ye dodged it. The latter moved closer to Jiang Ding's body, held down the blade of his magic sword with one hand, and accelerated the sword into Jiang Ding's shoulder.

Jiang Ding was naturally not someone to be trifled with. In an instant, the sword light condensed in his palm and was easily sent into Old Man Ye's lower abdomen.

It was another injury-for-injury battle between the two sides.

"You are old and your talents are almost completely exhausted. Under such circumstances, what can you do to win against me?"

Jiang Ding looked ferocious and asked.

He was deliberately destroying Old Man Ye's fighting spirit.

"You weren't willing to accept the defeat that time, but... was it useful? I personally killed many defeated generals, and even before they died, they were just as unwilling as you. The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. Why don’t you understand this simple truth?”

As Jiang Ding spoke, his wrist shook slightly.

On his wrist, he was wearing a green bracelet, which looked dull and very simple.

But at this moment, a strange fragrance wafted out.

Old Ye's expression suddenly changed, "It's... poisonous!"

"yes."

Jiang Ding smiled ferociously and knocked Old Ye back with a palm, "I forgot to tell you, this is a... holy realm spiritual weapon, called the Green Snake Bracelet. The effect is very simple, and you can fight silently. If the poison is emitted, the spiritual energy in the person who inhales it will be difficult to sustain. You and I were indeed evenly matched at the beginning. If it weren't for it, I might not be able to defeat you easily..."

"I was also lucky. During one of my childhood experiences, I picked up this green snake bracelet. I have never described its existence to outsiders. This is my biggest trump card!"

Jiang Ding came over, his words full of pride and arrogance.

"Shameless!"

Old Man Ye's pupils widened angrily, and the feeling of powerlessness he felt back then came to his mind again.

This is a holy realm spiritual weapon, and it naturally has restrictions on saints.

Although it wasn't much, Old Man Ye clearly realized that only 90% of his peak spiritual energy had been corroded. Don't underestimate this 10% gap. In a saint-level battle, the 10% spiritual energy gap was enough to change the outcome of the battle.

"Last time you lost, I spared your life, this time you lose..."

"I will kill you directly!"

Jiang Ding said word by word, "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. Why do you keep pestering me? You can enjoy your old age, but you have to come out to provoke me!"

After saying that, Jiang Ding raised the magic sword and chopped towards Old Man Ye again, with great force and power, without too many fancy moves.

It's very simple, just chop head-on!

Old Man Ye parried awkwardly and was repelled again.

If it was in his prime, Old Man Ye could not only deal with it, but also counterattack, but now it's not possible.

A flash of sword shadows, the two bodies separated.

Old Man Ye couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

There were two bloody cuts on his arm holding the magic sword, the skin and flesh turned outward, and the bones were visible.

The collision just now made him seriously injured.

"I used this move to defeat you back then, right?"

"Flaming Bird Strike the Sky!"

Jiang Ding laughed grimly, and the magic sword in his hand suddenly condensed into a terrible flame. At the same time, he said word by word, "You were defeated by this move back then, and now I use this move to bury you, which can be regarded as... a beginning and an end!"

In the heart of Old Man Ye, there seemed to be a soul that refused to admit defeat shouting.

Flaming Bird Strike the Sky!

Facing this sword again, all the reluctance, anger, grievance, and hatred of Old Man Ye... burst out at this moment. He clenched the magic sword tightly, even if his arm was bleeding crazily because of it, he didn't care.

"Sword Fire All Over the Sky!"

Old Man Ye's pupils were red, and at this moment, he seemed to have returned to the beginning.

The sword fire all over the sky that he was proud of was defeated by Jiang Ding. From then on, he became the respected Prince Jiang. He was disheartened and hid his identity.

He remembered how he relied on this move to escort Fang Qingyang away under the siege of many powerful people in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

These emotions merged into one, forming an emotion unique to Old Man Ye.

He refused to accept it!

He wanted a Jedi strike!