Six hundred and fiftieth chapters: Moment of youth
The sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand is not just a sword,
That sword is unremarkable, that sword is ordinary, that sword is unpretentious.
But that sword made Xue Yiren recall many past events, and that sword evoked memories deep in his heart.
The style of that sword reminded him of the glorious past.
One sword can be ruthless, one sword is like ice,
A sword is like a bloody sunset, and time seems to have stopped in that sword.
A long-lost smile appeared on Xue Yiren's face. It was the smile that made him feel relieved, the smile that made him realize that he had no regrets.
He looked at the sword penetrating from the void,
He did not escape, he was like a warrior who died calmly, without fear or regret.
With a "click" sound, a sword passed through Xue Yiren's eyebrows like a divine pen.
A ferocious blood hole appeared between Xue Yiren's eyebrows.
He stood motionless in the void, with a relieved smile on his face.
It feels like I have returned to my youthful days when I was wearing bright clothes, angry horses, and swords fighting around the world.
at last,
Xue Yiren's body exploded like glass.
I saw glimmering light splashing up in all directions, filling the entire void.
Xue Yiren's soul also turned into starlight and scattered everywhere at that moment.
Ding Xiaoyi remained motionless. He still maintained his original movements, stabbing the sword into the void.
There seemed to be ripples of water in the void, and the glass-like light was seen gathering together again.
The gathered glazed light regrouped, and finally a figure appeared in Ding Xiaoyi's sight.
Ding Xiaoyi sighed in his heart, but he did not expect that his sword actually helped Xue Yiren break through.
Xue Yiren transformed into thousands of people, and all they saw was the immortal energy rising up in the air, like a dazzling cloud.
The glazed light gathered together bit by bit, and a glazed body appeared in Ding Xiaoyi's sight.
"This feels so good",
Xue Yiren, who had reunited, couldn't help but said happily.
He looked at Ding Xiaoyi with a relieved smile on his face.
Ding Xiaoyi's sword seemed to have broken Xue Yiren's shackles, making his cultivation level improve again.
This is a closed and independent space with no way of heaven.
Xue Yiren looked at his glass-like hands. The long sword in his hands had already turned into a transparent crystal sword.
Ding Xiaoyi's pupils shrank slightly, but he did not expect such a result.
With that sword, he was confident that he could kill Xue Yiren.
In fact, he did kill Xue Yiren, but he ignored Xue Yiren's talent.
Ding Xiaoyi is extremely confident in his swordsmanship talent.
But he never thought that Xue Yiren's talent could be so evil.
"Madman Xue, I didn't expect that your cultivation level has actually reached a higher level." The old figure of the Corpse King appeared next to Xue Yiren, his eyes flickering. "Yeah, I didn't expect that this sword would actually kill me.
The shackles that have been shackles for many years have been broken. Is this just a matter of putting yourself to death and living a new life?"
Xue Yiren was surrounded by immortal power, as if he had integrated himself into the endless void.
"Boy, I still have to thank you. If it weren't for your sword, I might have been trapped in this self-contained life for the rest of my life. But your sword opened my eyes to what the way of the sword is like."
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Xue Yiren looked at Ding Xiaoyi with a warm smile on his face.
Seeing Xue Yiren's smile that was as warm as the sun, Ding Xiaoyi's heart tightened inexplicably.
Xue Yiren broke through the shackles and reached a new level, and
His sword could no longer cause him any harm.
Ding Xiaoyi had a bitter feeling that his sword had helped him break through his shackles and reach a new level.
And this realm is not judged by the ordinary realm of cultivation. Xue Yiren may have reached the level of swordsmanship, and the sword seeds can be condensed after entering the swordsmanship for the first time.
Xue Yiren's sword intention has only reached the level of returning to the sect of ten thousand swords, but his own sword has reached the level of swordsmanship.
"Although you helped me break through, you still can't get out. Do you dare to take my sword?"
Xue Yiren looked at Ding Xiaoyi, and his warm smile became stronger and stronger.
Ding Xiaoyi knew that Xue Yiren's warm smile was just his confidence in his swordsmanship.
What is Kendo?
Ding Xiaoyi also asked Master many times, but Master said that he needs to understand it by himself.
Everyone's kendo is different. Some people follow the ruthless kendo, while others follow the ruthless kendo. Kendo is also a kind of Tao.
"Why don't you dare?" Ding Xiaoyi replied with an unrivaled domineering attitude.
He looked down at the beauty in his arms,
But he let out a long sigh in his heart, and it seemed that he was going to break his promise again.
He wanted to take Xue Ningshang back to the sword pavilion and return to the imperial capital. His sword killed Xue Yiren once, but unexpectedly made Xue Yiren break through.
"King of Corpses, watch out, I will only use one sword, and the boy will be left to you." Xue Yiren seemed to be very confident in his sword, and he ordered to the King of Corpses on the side.
The Corpse King nodded slightly and refined Ding Xiaoyi into a Corpse King. This was their final mission.
"Let's call this sword the moment of youth, because it was in that moment that I realized my enlightenment. And I want to keep that moment of youth forever, just to remember you."
Xue Yiren said to Ding Xiaoyi in a deep voice.
As soon as Xue Yiren finished speaking, his whole body's temperament suddenly changed, and he became like that ethereal sword fairy.
He is sacred and inviolable, and his dignity cannot be blasphemed.
He is the swordsman who looks down at the ants in the world.
His eyes also became cold, showing his indifference towards living beings and the world.
then,
The transparent long sword in Xue Yiren's hand slashed towards the void, and the weak eye of the void could see that a crack was opened.
The cracks are getting bigger and bigger.
The long sword in Xue Yiren's hand slashed directly at Ding Xiaoyi. The sword was like a bright and fleeting firework, dazzling but fleeting.
Ding Xiaoyi's pupils shrank slightly, he naturally knew the power of this sword.
The power of this sword was beyond his knowledge, but the brilliance of this sword was imprinted in his mind forever.
The fragrance of a moment, short but bright,
It is precisely because of that short time that it is unforgettable.
Watching the sword slash down slowly, Ding Xiaoyi didn't know how to resist the sword, because there was no flaw in the sword.
The dazzling beauty that seems to exist in another world is everywhere,
In his eyes, it was as colorful and deadly as the setting sun dripping blood.
The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and Ding Xiaoyi knew that he would not be able to catch the sword no matter what.
The power of this sword is too strong,
If it weren't for this world of Coffin Mountain, he believed that the power of this sword would have split the Cangxuan Realm in half.
After Xue Yiren struck out that sword,
He looked neither sad nor happy, watching his sword strike towards Ding Xiaoyi like a spectator.
This sword has no power of law.
There isn't any arrogant sword energy, let alone monstrous sword intent.
This sword gives people an illusion of dazzling brilliance and incomparable splendor.
The beauty of a moment, the fleeting brilliance of a moment, is the most fatal.
Ding Xiaoyi didn't know how to resist this sword.
He had thought of countless countermeasures in his mind, but every one of them was rejected by him.
Ding Xiaoyi is not the kind of person who just sits back and waits for death. He knows that there is only one way to resist Xue Yiren's sword.
That's the paper sword in his Qiankun bag.
He has already used this paper sword once. Bai Yi once told him that the paper sword can only be used three times. After three times, the paper sword will be useless.
But now he has no way out,
He didn't want to be refined into a corpse king by the corpse king. He wanted to take Xue Ningshang back to Jiange, and he also wanted to escort Princess Dayong back to the imperial capital.
He cannot break his promise, he has to return to the imperial capital to find his life experience and his identity in this life.
"Hey...",
Just when the "moment of youth" was about to reach Ding Xiaoyi's head, a high-pitched sword roar sounded.
But with that high-pitched sword chant, the dazzling sword light became trembling, and a white sword light in Ding Xiaoyi's hand soared into the sky.
Seeing the white sword light in Ding Xiaoyi's hand soaring into the sky, Xue Yiren's face became extremely ugly, as if he had seen the light of death.
The corpse king's face also became frightened, and that white sword light made him feel palpitations.
A dense layer of sweat broke out on his back, and he found that his back was completely wet.
"Xue Yiren, this sword is for Xue Ningshang, and also for me, accept death."
Ding Xiaoyi finally sacrificed the paper sword.
Without him having to activate the paper sword, the paper sword stirred up a white sword light and shot up into the sky.