The fierce sword energy broke through the sky, and its bright sword light was getting closer and closer.
If this sword light falls, it will be the fall of Liu Ye.
Looking at the figure that was getting closer and closer, Liu Ye suddenly burst into laughter. This laughter seemed so loud at this moment.
"I surrender!" Liuye raised his head and looked at the old man in the void and chuckled. The smile at the corner of his mouth was still so indifferent and calm.
The words were still floating, and the sword struck down from top to bottom. Just when it was about to touch Liu Ye, the sword light quietly dispersed.
Holding the sword tightly, Huang Ming found that he could no longer move forward, and the sword in his hand could not fall. An invisible force stopped his offensive.
In front of him was Liu Ye's smiling face. At this moment, Liu Ye was looking at Huang Mingxiao.
"Admit defeat!" Huang Ming said this word with great difficulty. He did not expect that this guy would actually admit defeat.
Since Zongbi, no one has ever admitted defeat above Zongbi, and they will not admit defeat even if they lose miserably.
But the man in front of him actually gave up. For a moment, the surroundings fell silent, and everyone looked at Liu Ye in disbelief.
"What you just said was wrong. Neither of us can sleep here forever!" Liuye stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and chuckled.
When faced with failure, Liu Ye also faced it with a smile and faced it calmly.
"As a swordsman, there is only life and death, and there is no such thing as surrender?"
"This is a fight for glory. Do you admit defeat so easily?" When he swung the sword, Huang Ming was extremely confident that he could kill Liu Ye.
But Liu Ye's words alone resolved the sword and disintegrated the killing intent. The contrast between them cannot be ignored after all.
Gently moving the tip of the sword, Liuye looked at Huang Ming who was getting mad in front of him, and chuckled: "You don't understand, even if I continue, I can't defeat you!"
"Death is worthwhile, but dying in your hands is not worth it!" Liuye raised the corner of his mouth, raised his sword, pointed it at the void, and said lightly: "Life is very long, and I did not hold on to my glory today, but I can use my long life to
Continue to protect it throughout your life!”
"In this battle, the disciples of the Sword God Sect will voluntarily admit defeat, and the Tianhua Sect will win!" The old man looked at Liu Ye thoughtfully and said slowly.
For a time, tens of thousands of eyes fell on Liu Ye. They asked themselves whether they could face failure so calmly like Liu Ye.
Under the gaze of everyone, Liuye turned around, his long hair flying.
"Maybe I don't understand, but I know that some things need to have life to protect them. So what if I fail, at least I will have a bright future!" Huang Ming whispered as he looked at the figure that was gradually disappearing.
"At least, I shined brightly today!" Liu Ye chuckled, and no one could understand his smile.
When he stepped onto this stage, he drew his sword with the determination to die, but the result was a little weak.
However, Liu Ye also knew a word, a worthy death. After walking a few steps, Liu Ye suddenly stopped, turned around, and chuckled again: "Have you heard of a story?"
"Story?" Huang Ming couldn't see through the man standing in the snow.
"A long time ago, two horse lovers raced together. One of the horses was extremely strong and could be called a good horse, but one person only had two or three good horses."
"They have five horse races. Logically speaking, the winner should be the first person, but the result is the opposite. The winner is the second person!"
Having said this, Liu Ye said nothing more, shrugged, turned around, and walked towards the way he came with his sword in hand.
When he came, his steps were gentle and slow, and when he came back, his steps were the same.
Looking at the figure covered by the wind and snow, Huang Ming understood something. He looked helplessly at the location of Tianhua Sect, turned around and walked away with his sword.
Huang Ming won this battle, but Huang Ming knew that he also lost at the beginning.
Holding the sword, Liu Ye stepped on the steps again, put away the long sword, and whispered: "I came back, but I didn't keep the glory!"
Seeing Liu Ye's return safe and sound, Han Jian and others breathed a sigh of relief, while Lu Ya looked at Liu Ye thoughtfully and whispered: "That story is very good!"
"So, you have to win back my share of the loss!" Liu Ye chuckled, squatting down and continuing to clean up Han Jian's injuries.
Han Jian's injuries were extremely serious, with eye-catching sword marks all over his body.
"That's natural. The last battle must not be lost!" Holding the sword, Lu Ya chuckled and stood up. Lu Ya's eyes drifted to the platform.
The fifth disciple of Tianhua Sect is already standing on the platform holding a sword. Compared to the previous Huang Ming, this person's strength is a bit inferior.
"At least your efforts won't be in vain, right?" Lu Ya curled his eyes, took out a bottle of medicinal powder and handed it to Liu Ye. He immediately stood up and walked towards the platform with his sword in hand.
"I will win this battle!" With the mentality of winning, Lu Ya stepped into the void. Invisible space ripples spread out from the soles of his feet, and a terrifying aura exploded from Lu Ya's body.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and before the snow fell above the land pressure, it was bounced away by an invisible force.
Holding the sword, Lu Ya's aura became stronger every time he took a step. Among the five, Han Jian was the strongest, followed by Lu Ya.
The general trend of the Sword God Sect also condensed on Lu Ya. Against the background of this general trend, Lu Ya was like an earthly god, with endless sword energy transforming around him.
"This battle will be won!" Lu Ya whispered, the long sword in his hand vibrated in vain, and endless fighting spirit filled Lu Ya's body.
When Lu Ya stepped on the platform, his momentum reached its peak, the peak of the second level of Soul Martial Arts.
The cold wind rolled up the snow all over the ground, and the snow spread again. However, the snow could not hide Lu Ya's figure, Lu Ya's fighting spirit, or the general trend of the Sword God Sect.
Feeling this trend, Qing Jue secretly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "The sleeping dragon will one day take off!"
"Because the dragon has awakened, it won't take long for it to take off!" Hearing this, Jue Lin chuckled and said: "The Sword God Sect will definitely rise again, I am convinced!"
"Sword God Sect!" Xuan Ren whispered and raised his head again. The hesitation in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by determination: "Sword God Sect will definitely rise again!"
"The Qinglong clan and the White Tiger clan have returned to the Sword God Sect, so how can the Xuanwu clan, one of the four ancient clans, lag behind you!"
"The Xuanwu clan will also return to the Sword God Sect!" Xuan Ren's tone gradually became firmer.
Hearing this, both Jue Lin and Qing Jue chuckled. With Xuan Blade's words, they knew that the Xuanwu clan would definitely return to the Sword God Sect.
At that time, relying on the strength of the four ancient clans, the Sword God Sect was enough to squeeze into the ranks of the second-rate top sects.
Countless eyes gathered on the platform again. It was rare that the competition between the disciples of the inferior sect attracted the attention of the whole audience for the first time.
The disciple of the Tianhua Sect holding the sword felt the terrifying force coming from Lu Yao's body, his breath became a little hurried, and he suddenly mobilized his true energy to resist the force of the Sword God Sect.
"Tianhua Sect Huang Hua!" This Tianhua Sect disciple shouted with his sword. At the same time, a terrifying aura surged from his body, which resolved the pressure brought by the general situation on Lu Ya.
The sound waves spread and turned into substantial sound waves that hit the void around Lu Ya.
"Sword God Lu Ya!" Lu Ya said calmly with his eyes slightly raised. The snow crossed the tip of the sword, and the ten-foot-long sword energy emerged from it, shattering the snow on the ground.
Before the two of them drew their swords, their sword intent condensed in the sky above the two of them, and the sword intent was a shadow!
"The name of the sword is Jianhong!" Huang Hua whispered, endless fighting spirit condensed in him, and his sword energy suddenly transformed into endless coldness.
"What a sword!" Lu Ya glanced at the sword and felt a biting chill on the sword.
Lu Ya also raised his long sword. The three-foot green peak loomed in the wind and snow, and the sword energy condensed on the side. Lu Ya said lightly: "The name of the sword is suppression!"
With focused eyes, Huang Hua also felt a shocking coercion in Lu Ya's sword, which was Lu Ya's sword intention.
"What a sword!" Huang Hua said lightly, shaking his long arm, the long sword bloomed with bright sword shadows. The sword shadows suddenly took on the shape of ice flowers, which was extremely weird.
Following Huang Hua's movements, the endless ice aura from heaven and earth gathered in vain and merged into the shadow of the sword.
"The sword is originally dead, but because of intention, it is alive!" Huang Hua's figure gradually turned into nothingness, and his countless sword shadows condensed together to form the shadow of the sword's intention.
But as Huang Hua thrust out his sword, the phantom of the sword's intention shattered in vain and turned into petals, like falling snowflakes. Each petal was filled with the terrifying sword's intention.
"Sword Flower!" Huang Hua's low voice resounded, and in an instant, countless petals rushed toward the landing.
In the void, countless petals filled the air. Looking up, this scene looked extremely beautiful.
The sword was originally a killing weapon, but the sword wielder used it to depict the beauty of the world, just like the pen in the hand of an artist.
Swords vary from person to person, just like Lu Ya's sword. His sword suppresses the heavens and the gods and Buddhas all over the sky.
Countless ice flowers bloomed in vain all around, and Lu Ya was among them. He was wearing a green shirt and making a hunting sound. His face was indifferent, he raised his sword and pointed it at the sky. His sword intention exploded instantly.
"The name of the sword suppresses, suppresses the heavens!" Lu Ya's sword fell upwards and downwards. He moved the sword at will. When the sword fell, the petals that came in shattered into pieces.
A terrifying coercion spread out, suppressing Huang Hua's sword intent and also suppressing the countless petals.
With his feet on ice flowers, Lu Ya put his left hand on his back and held a sword in his right hand. He stepped forward unhurriedly. Every time he took a step, Lu Ya's body became more coercive.
Shen Sheng raised his head and looked at the snow flying all over the sky, as well as the figure and sword under the snow, and his thoughts drifted to the distant past.
Shen Shen met Lu Ya a long time ago, when they were still young and frivolous.
I remember that at that time, Lu Ya said: "Dejected, why is your sword made?"
Silent and silent, Lu Ya smiled and said firmly: "My sword is for suppression. One day, I will represent the Sword God Sect to suppress the evil in the world and suppress the heavens!"
Because of these words from his youth, Shen Sheng knew that Lu Ya once knelt on the sword and learned the sword for three years!
"His sword, I saw the figure of my ancestor!" Feng Ge whispered, looking at the gradually blurred figure, Feng Ge may have understood that sentence.
Every sword has its own story, and the swordsman tells that story with the sword in his hand...