"Swordsmanship has its realm, so can swords have its realm?"
"There are three sword techniques, and there are also three realms of swordsmanship. One is that the sword is sharp and invincible; the other is that the heavy sword has no edge, and is ingenious and unworkable; the third is that it flies flowers and picks leaves, and no sword can defeat the sword."
"When I was young, I was like the first one. I showed my sharp edge and competed to be the first in everything. Now, I am like the second one. When I see someone, I am like a good woman, and when I snatch it, I am like a fierce tiger. From now on, I am like the third one. I can win without a sword but with a sword, I will be disadvantaged in everything I do!"
No sword is better than a sword, and everything is unfavorable! This is Feng Ge's sword. Her sword does not require extremely mysterious sword skills. Her sword is like this. It seems to be an extremely simple sword, but the sword moves with your heart.
The sword appeared on Wu Feng's chest without warning, inserted into it, and pierced Wu Feng's heart.
Blood spurted up and spattered on the surrounding snow. Bang bang! The dull sound resounded in vain, the strength contained in the sword tip exploded, and the two figures fell back one after another.
Blood dripped all over the ground, and the bodies of Feng Ge and Wu Feng rolled several times.
The aura of the two of them is getting weaker and weaker. Everyone is stunned by this ending. Both sides suffer?
The breath became weaker and weaker, and a sense of powerlessness spread in Wufeng's heart. He knew that his will was getting weaker and weaker, and everything in front of him gradually became blurred.
Looking down at the sword on his chest, Wu Feng smiled bitterly. To this day, he still doesn't understand why Feng Ge's sword appeared there without any warning.
A touch of bright red dripped from the corner of his mouth, and finally landed on the hilt of the sword. The sword intent condensed on the sword shattered Wu Feng's soul, and his last ray of consciousness also dissipated.
At another place, Feng Ge climbed up with great difficulty. The blood gushing from his chest dyed the entire sword red. Feng Ge's figure was swaying in the wind, as if he would fall down at any time.
Taking difficult steps, Feng Ge walked towards Wu Feng's body step by step, pulled out the sword from his chest, and the blood spurted out again, staining his clothes red.
The sword slipped from her hand. Feng Ge bent down and held her sword with a smile on her lips. She used her sword to protect Glory.
Pulling out the sword, Feng Ge dragged the sword, turned around, and walked staggering towards the way she came. When she came, countless questioning eyes fell on her. When she returned, these questioning eyes had changed.
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Sword God Feng Ge! At least at this moment, most people remember this figure.
Every time he took a step, Feng Ge's steps were so frivolous, but this frivolous step seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts.
The ground was dyed red with blood. Feng Ge jumped lightly and landed on the steps like a swaying butterfly.
Han Jian and others immediately supported Feng Ge's figure, and his true energy poured into Feng Ge's body to stop the bleeding wound, but Feng Ge stopped him.
"Fortunately, I have lived up to my fate!" Under the wind and snow, a smile burst out from the corner of Feng Ge's mouth, and she sat helplessly on the snow.
In the first battle, the Sword God Sect won, at least the Sword God Sect was defeated now, but Feng Ge used her sword to tell the world that the sword of the Sword God Sect was not rusty.
Qing Jue, Jue Lin and others all sighed slightly, these are the disciples of the Sword God Sect. The will of the Sword God is always flowing in the souls of the Sword God's disciples, and one day they will bloom into brilliant flowers.
Although the Sword God Sect lost, they are proud to be Sword God Sect disciples.
Looking at the thin figure in front of him, Han Jian whispered: "Perseverance means spending countless time and energy to accumulate, but it only shines for a moment. This is your sword!"
The sword that had been concealed for decades bloomed at that moment. Han Jian turned around, raised his head, and looked at the platform. The second disciple of Tianhua Sect was already standing on the platform.
"When people have faith, they also have strength, and this faith is enough to protect with a sword!" Han Jian felt a surge of momentum, "In the second battle, I will do it!"
"The second battle, I'll do it!" These words rang in the ears of Feng Ge and others. Han Jian walked towards the void step by step with his sword in hand. With every step he took, his aura became stronger and stronger.
In this era, their generation of Sword God Sect disciples is called the lost generation, the defeated generation. The outside world believes that the Sword God Sect will become increasingly declining in the hands of this generation.
But the generation that is called the leap can also make heaven and earth tremble with swords and lives.
Holding the sword, the moment Han Jian stepped onto the platform, his terrifying momentum completely exploded, and his aura continued to rise.
"Luoxia Peak Han Jian!" Qing Jue whispered, her eyes falling on Han Jian. Among the five people, Han Jian was undoubtedly the strongest.
"If this battle is won, then the next battle will be more beneficial to the Sword God Sect!" Jue Lin nodded meaningfully.
Tianhua Sect also realized the importance of this battle, and sent out its strongest person for the second battle. This man stood on the platform with a sword, looking at Han Jian with a little provocation in his eyes.
Huayue! A feminine name is this person’s name. Just like the prince’s status in the Moon Temple, Huayue is the prince of Tianhua Sect.
"Wu Feng died unexpectedly!" Hua Yue chuckled, raising a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "He died and left such a defeat for Tianhua Sect, what a pathetic person!"
Hearing this, Han Jian frowned slightly, the man in front of him was very annoying.
"Second level Soul Martial Arts, with a barely decent cultivation level, are you the strongest being in the younger generation of the Sword God Sect?" Hua Yue gently moved the sword in her hand and said calmly: "If this is the case, then there is no comparison.
The need to fight!”
Saying this, Hua Yue's body surged with an extremely terrifying aura, which far exceeded the second level of Soul Martial Arts.
This is the aura of the third level of Soul Martial Arts. Its terrifying aura surges out and hits the surrounding void, causing ripples.
"The second level of Soul Martial Arts is not enough. This is a battle that has already been won or lost. Recognize the facts. Haha, blind confidence, blind persistence, what a ridiculous thing!" Hua Yue said with a chuckle.
This disciple of Tianhua Sect has a bad mouth, at least most people think so, but a few people have seen some clues. This Huayue wants to destroy Han Jian's fighting spirit and his will.
If a person loses the will to fight, then this battle is doomed to fail. Although the words were harsh, Han Jian's expression remained unchanged, just like before, "You don't understand!"
"Persistence is not because you don't understand your situation, it's just because you have found the faith to persevere!" Lifting his sword, Han Jian murmured to himself: "Only when people have faith can they persevere."
Among the falling snowflakes, Han Jian raised his sword, and stabbed out with a light sword. The same sword was extremely bright. This sword seemed to bring Han Jian back to the past.
There was once a young man who knelt three thousand times just to worship the Sword God.
There was once a young man who stayed awake for three years just to regain Luoxia Peak.
Holding the sword was just for persistence, and drawing the sword was just for belief. Han Jian smiled. When facing Hua Yue, who was at the third level of Soul Martial Arts, he drew the sword without any fear.
"It's a bit unexpected, but it's stronger than I imagined!" Hua Yue put away the disdain at the corner of her mouth, with a rare dignified look in her eyes. She held the sword and stepped forward, and Hua Yue also drew the sword.
The flowers are tasteless, the moon is shadowless, and the flowers are shadowed under the moon! This is Hua Yue's sword, the sword is tasteless, the sword is shadowless, the bright sword lights meet together, and waves of waves spread out.
Han Jian's sword always carries a sense of absolute determination, the absolute determination to risk death. This is a sword wielded with life.
However, Huayue's sword became more and more powerful. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Han Jian retreated steadily, and defeat was only a matter of time.
Approaching a desperate situation! Han Jian still waved the sword in his hand, although every time he swung the sword, there was an extra sword mark on his body.
The condensed sword intent was shattered one by one. Even so, Han Jian held the sword and kept approaching Hua Yue.
One sword! There is still a chance for one more sword. Han Jian shouted in his heart. Looking at the increasingly clear figure, Han Jian swung the last sword without hesitation.
A bright sword light shot out, this sword was somewhat similar to Ye Chen's Rain Sword Skill.
Whoosh! Hua Yue's face suddenly changed, his body turned slightly, the sword energy crossed his chest, and a burning feeling swept over him,
Raising his sword, Hua Yue's eyes turned cold, and he swung his long sword and slashed it towards Han Jian.
His breath was locked, and Han Jian mobilized all his energy to resist the pressure. Although he resisted with all his strength, the sword still fell down and landed on Han Jian's right arm. In an instant, there was a sudden burst of blood and a broken body.
Throw your arms into the sky.
Pillars of blood gushed out from the wound, and Han Jian fell backwards. He took several steps in succession, and his blood stained the ground red.
The broken arm already held the sword. After a few breaths, the broken arm fell weakly on the platform, and the sword fell away alone.
Ding ding! The sword hit the ground. Looking at this scene, several exclamations sounded from the steps. The swordsman lost the hand holding the sword, thus ruining the swordsman's life.
"I suddenly discovered that destroying a person's will is more interesting than killing him!" Hua Yue sneered, stopped the injuries on her body, and took a few steps directly, followed closely by the sword light.
Before Han Jian could stop, his sword energy shot out, streaking across Han Jian's chest and bringing up streaks of blood.
"The first sword, I want to see how many swords you can hold on!" Holding the long sword, Huayue stabbed out again, one sword after another, the flower was invisible, the moon was shadowless, the sword was intentional!
The bloody light suddenly appeared, and eye-catching sword marks appeared on Han Jian's body. Every time he took a step back, another sword mark appeared on Han Jian's body.
"Sword Ninety-Nine, do you feel powerless?" Huayue chuckled and walked on the platform like a leisurely stroll.
"The hundredth sword!" Hua Yue thrust out his sword again, and the bright sword light fell on Han Jian.
Bang bang! Han Jian couldn't bear it any longer. His figure was like a kite with broken strings and fell towards the bottom of the platform. It staggered and fell on the steps. His blood spread out instantly and dyed the snow on the ground red.
"Victory!" Hua Yue chuckled, holding the sword and walking back to Tianhua Sect's position in a dashing manner.
His breath gradually weakened, and Han Jian lay helpless in a pool of blood. In this battle, Tianhua Zong won.