Ziqin and Ye Gucheng had a sword duel, but Ziqin didn't understand swords at that time.
Because they didn't understand the sword, Ziqin and Ye Gucheng were not separated between life and death. Now, does Ziqin understand the sword?
If you understand the sword, will it tell the difference between life and death?
Lu Xiaofeng clenched his hands tightly, and his body was already trembling.
Lu Xiaofeng, who had always been unruly, suddenly found that he was also irritable sometimes, and what was even more frightening was that this irritability would not dissipate. He could only watch his two friends walk outside the house.
"Back then I had three thousand brothers, but I only had killing in my heart, but no sword. Now, I am alone, I still have killing in my heart, but I already have a sword in my hand."
Ziqin's voice was extremely calm, and his eyes were slightly confused.
Swordsmanship is not only about cultivating people, but also the heart. Now Ziqin's whole person and heart have been immersed in the artistic conception of swordsmanship.
This is not the artistic conception of Huang Daxia's world, nor is it an unfathomable state of mind. This is just the sword heart that a swordsman must have. Ziqin can now be regarded as a swordsman, because he already has a heart that belongs to a swordsman.
Ye Gucheng's eyes were extremely serious. He never despised any opponent, let alone the current Ziqin.
"In my whole life, I only have swords in my heart. I like to dance with swords between the sea, sky and clouds, and on the blue waves. My person is a sword, and my heart is also a sword."
Ye Gucheng's voice was equally indifferent. His hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and he stood up straight. His whole body was like an unsheathed sword, with cold light shining everywhere.
Lu Xiaofeng stood at the door of the house, his hands already cold.
Even if he doesn't practice swordsmanship, at least Lu Xiaofeng knows how superb his two friends' swordsmanship is. In this world, perhaps only Ximen Chuixue and Mu Taoren are the only ones who can compete with these two people.
What's even more frightening is that these two people practice murderous swordsmanship. Their swordsmanship has absolutely no moves. Their swordsmanship pursues the origin of the sword, and the origin of any weapon can only be one.
The word, kill.
Under the moonlight, Ye Gucheng's sword has been unsheathed.
Baiyun City Lord knows more than just one move from the Flying Immortal. His sword is equally fast, equally ruthless, and equally accurate. These modifiers for swords are no less reflected in Baiyun City Lord than Ximen Chuixue.
When the sword was thrust out, Ziqin had already disappeared from Lu Xiaofeng's eyes.
If the light of Ye Gucheng's sword covered the moonlight, then Ziqin had completely blocked the moonlight.
Lu Xiaofeng seemed to see a ball of sun and a ball of black mist colliding together under the sky in front of the hut.
Lu Xiaofeng thought that he was good at martial arts, but when he saw the sword fight between these two people, he suddenly felt that either one of them might have the ability to kill him.
"Your sword has become possessed."
Collision, breaking apart at the touch, Ye Gucheng and Ziqin stood facing each other again, but their bodies were a little more messy, and there were fine plush fluttering in the wind from the clothes on their chests, which were cut open by the sword energy.
"If you are the Sword Immortal and Ximen Chuixue is the Sword God, then what's the point of having me as a sword demon?"
Ziqin's voice was extremely indifferent, and Ye Gucheng's chuckle sounded under the moonlight. Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened. Ye Gucheng would laugh like this. This was even more shocking than if Sikong Zhaixing would one day change his ways and stop stealing things.
"In this world, there is no distinction between gods and demons. After victory or defeat, justice will become clear."
Ziqin's voice was still extremely calm, but Ye Gucheng's laughter had stopped. This sentence seemed to be a silver needle that punctured the balloon, piercing something deepest in Ye Gucheng's heart.
"After victory or defeat, justice will be self-evident, then let us have a happy battle."
The sword light suddenly appeared under the moonlight. Ye Gucheng's man was already in the air, and his sword had become one with his man. Under the moonlight, it was impossible to tell which one was which between the man and the sword.
Flying into the air is a taboo in battle. If opponents of equal strength are fighting, the one who flies into the air will inevitably reveal flaws all over his body.
Although Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is strong, it is definitely not much better than Ziqin's. At this time, Ye Gucheng's flying attack will put himself in a dangerous situation. However, when Ye Gucheng's body is flying, Ziqin's
His face was already extremely solemn.
Ziqin actually seemed to be as serious as when facing Ye Gucheng's strongest attack.
In fact, this move is indeed Ye Gucheng's best attack, because this move has a name that is known all over the world. This move is the Flying Immortal from Heaven.
No one could describe this move, not even Ziqin. He only knew that when Ye Gucheng's body was in the air, the space around him seemed to be locked by this move.
No matter whether you resist or dodge, you can't seem to escape this move.
Ziqin's heart sank, and the Black Steel Sword suddenly sank as well. His eyes closed slightly, and it seemed that they were useless in the face of this move. Ziqin was actually ready to completely surrender himself to his sword, to his
Swordsmanship.
However, as soon as his eyes closed, Ziqin immediately opened them again with a puzzled face.
Qifeng Sword Technique, this is a sword technique that exists for killing. This set of pseudo-advanced magic swords is more killing than most sword techniques in the world, so the moment Ziqin closed his eyes, he immediately felt Ye Gucheng
There is no trace of killing in his swordsmanship.
Ziqin opened his eyes and suddenly realized that he had seen the secret of Ye Gucheng's sword.
This unparalleled move of the Flying Immortal is a hundred times more powerful than the heart-piercing sword of the Wandering Dragon Broken Moon Sword. Originally, Ziqin should never be able to completely see through this sword even if his cultivation level was raised to another level, but this sword
In a moment, Ziqin had completely seen through this sword.
He even felt that he could already use this sword.
Ye Gucheng's figure passed by Ziqin, and the two stood with their backs facing each other. Lu Xiaofeng stood at the door of the shabby room and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He had already seen something.
However, after the smile, strong sadness appeared in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes again, and he thought of something again.
Ziqin stood there quietly, without asking any nonsense questions like why.
Many times, there are many words that don’t need to be said. If you really say them, it may only mean that you don’t understand your friends well enough.
"I don't remember how old I am, but judging from my appearance, I am at least forty or fifty years old."
Ziqin's voice suddenly sounded with a hint of ridicule. Ye Gucheng did not speak. He slowly put his sword into its sheath. There was no expression on his face, but there was a hint of relaxation in his eyes.
"The most important thing a forty or fifty-year-old martial artist should do is to find an apprentice to pass on his martial arts, rather than becoming a prop for others to pass on their martial arts. Do you understand what I mean?"
Ziqin's voice already had a hint of anger, and his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, but Ye Gucheng had already slowly walked back to the hut.
Lu Xiaofeng looked at the two people, and suddenly the sadness in her eyes became more intense.
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.
Baiyunjian should be in the north, but Baiyun City in Ye Gucheng is in the south. This may be a tragedy in itself. The white clouds that belong to the loess grassland are floating on the South China Sea. How can they be free in the waves and rain all over the sky.
Flying Immortal from Heaven, this is an otherworldly sword technique, but when the immortal who wields this sword has fallen into the mortal world, how much power does this sword have left?
Ziqin didn't know, he didn't even know how he left that small temple or that shabby room. Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng stayed with him all the time, which prevented him from doing something stupid like rushing to find the Tang family.
The sky was already slightly bright, and Li Yanbei was already jogging on the street. Ziqin saw Li Yanbei's figure from a distance. This hero was still strong and energetic, but he was already an old man, and he was still the only one left.
An old man who has money but has lost his power.
Everyone in this world has their own tragedy and their own value of existence. Suddenly Ziqin felt that his heart was not strong enough, otherwise how could he be lost because of Ye Gucheng's various actions.
Lu Xiaofeng had also met Li Yanbei and learned that Li Yanbei had sold all his things. His smile was forced. He seemed to want to tell his friend and tell him how stupid he had done.
things.
"very good."
Ziqin suddenly spoke.
Not only was Li Yanbei baffled by these words, but Lu Xiaofeng was also confused because he had no idea what Ziqin meant.
"If you give up, you will gain. Life is like this. One decision may change a destiny, and there is nothing you can't do as long as you live. Sometimes it seems impossible to change, but it can be changed, because,
Maybe change means surviving."
Ziqin's words were extremely strange, but Li Yanbei laughed. He felt that these words were in line with his reality.
Power, of course it is helpless to give up, but what's the pity compared to living, what's the pity to compare with your family, of course not.
Lu Xiaofeng's eyes also lit up, not only because these words made Li Yanbei feel better, but also because these words coming from Ziqin's mouth undoubtedly meant that Ziqin had recovered from what happened last night.
There is nothing in this world that makes people happier than seeing their friends return to normal.
"Do you believe that I can change the future?"
After saying those few words, Ziqin ignored Li Yanbei. He turned to look at Lu Xiaofeng. The latter's expression was slightly startled, but Ziqin started to speak with enthusiasm.
"I'm looking for a few people, Mu Taoist, Gusong layman, Honest monk, and Ximen Chuixue."
Ziqin spoke slowly, without saying a name. Lu Xiaofeng's face looked strange. He didn't understand what he meant by these words at all. However, when Ziqin finished speaking, Li Yanbei had already spoken loudly.
"Apart from Ximen Chuixue, if you want to find anyone else, just ask me and I will tell you."
Li Yanbei's voice was extremely hearty. The great man seemed to have regained some of his previous heroic spirit. He watched Zi Qin speak word by word.
"This may be the last thing I can do for my friends. Those people should be at Baiyunguan now. I will move to Jiangnan in ten days. No matter when you come to Jiangnan, I will personally pick you up, for sure.
"
After Li Yanbei said these words loudly, he turned around and strode into the dissipated fog in the morning. There was no trace of sadness in his eyes or expression. Sometimes you can choose between leaving and staying, sadness and cheerfulness.
There was also a choice between them, and Li Yanbei finally chose the latter at the last moment. He walked away cheerfully, without feeling aggrieved at all.
