Chapter 65 The sword is like a blue mountain and the sword is like a snake
At this moment when the night is approaching, it seems that there is only a piece of gray left in the sky and the earth. The green mountains, clear water, green leaves, and red flowers have all become gray, like a faint ink painting.
Although this state is beautiful, the dim light will definitely hinder most people's vision.
Even if you have a pair of 'divine eyes', your vision will definitely be greatly compromised in this environment.
But there's only one kind of person who won't be affected: the blind.
Blind people often see more clearly than able-bodied people because they rely not on their eyes but on their hearts.
Mr. Lan Da walked slowly on the path at the foot of the mountain. Although he seemed to be walking slowly, if he didn't look at him for a moment, he would suddenly have gone far away when he looked again.
Suddenly, a gong sound of "dang" was heard in the distance, shattering the silence between heaven and earth. The blind man Ying Wuwu tapped the ground with his bamboo stick and slowly walked out of the woods.
Mr. Lan Da also walked towards him. When they reached a certain distance, they suddenly stopped at the same time.
The two people stood face to face like stone statues. After a long time, Ying Wuwu suddenly asked: "Mr. Lan Da, the divine-eyed sword?"
"Yes, I am Lan Yichen." Mr. Lan Da asked, "How do you know it must be me?"
"Although my eyes are blind, my heart is not blind. It's just that what I can see is exactly what others can't see."
"What do you see?"
"I saw your sword aura and murderous intent." The blind man said, "Besides, I still have ears and can still hear."
Lan Yichen sighed: "Mr. Ying, the blind-eyed swordsman, is indeed a hero among men and a god among swords."
The blind man suddenly sneered: "It's a pity that I am still blind. How can I compare with your pair of eyes that can see the smallest details?"
"You want me to come here just because you can't get used to the word 'divine eye'?"
"Yes." The blind man admitted: "I have learned swordsmanship for thirty years and have mastered famous swords all over the world. There is only one unfulfilled wish. In my lifetime, I must try to see if I, a blind man, can compare with you, a pair of unparalleled swordsmen in the world.
God's eyes."
Lan Yichen sighed again: "There should be nothing. There should be nothing in your eyes, but I didn't expect that your heart can't contain anything."
Ying Wuwu said coldly: "Lan Yichen, now I know why you called me Lan Yichen. It's because you are still a little unsettled and arrogant in your heart, so you came."
"You are half right." Lan Yichen shook his head: "I no longer have pride in my heart, but there is indeed a piece of dust. For this dust that has lasted for many years, even if you don't look for me, I will come today."
"Dust from the past?" Ying Wuwu rolled his eyes twice: "Does this dust have the surname Yang?"
Lan Yichen refused to say any more: "You don't need to know this, as long as you know that one of us will die today."
Ying Wuwu suddenly smiled: "Yes, one of us is going to die. No matter who dies, it doesn't matter what the last name of this piece of dust is."
A thin and long sword was pulled out of his bamboo pole in the blink of an eye. The cold light trembled like a spiritual snake. It kept trembling in the evening wind, making it impossible to tell where the tip of his sword was pointing.
, and you can’t even see where he is going to stab him, even the color of the sword light seems to be changing.
Sometimes it turns red, sometimes it turns green.
The pupils in Mr. Lan Da's sharp eyes have also shrunk.
The Spirit Snake Sword is as spiritual as a green bamboo and as poisonous as a red sword. It cuts off the soul in seven steps and the life is gone.
Qingzhu and Chilian are both the most venomous of venomous snakes.
Lan Yichen turned his hand back, and an ancient long sword with a sword as blue as the blue sky was already in his palm.
Blue Mountain Ancient Sword.
Ying Wuwu's long sword keeps trembling, but the ancient sword of Lanshan doesn't move. The light of Ying Wuwu's sword keeps changing, but the ancient sword of Lanshan doesn't change.
Braking with stillness and responding to ever-changing changes with stability, the ancient sword of Blue Mountain is as steady as a mountain.
Night came again, the gray had turned into darkness, and the startled birds returned to the forest again. Ying Wuwu's sword suddenly stopped trembling, and he sighed. "Is it getting dark now?"
Lan Yichen nodded: "Yes."
Ying Wuwu said calmly: "It's dark, I can't see, and you can't see either. You have eyes but you have no eyes. To be honest, I don't want to win against you."
"You are wrong!" Lan Yichen's voice was even colder: "Even in the dark night without stars, moon and lights, I can still see because I have a pair of divine eyes."
A chrysanthemum bloomed on Ying Wuwu's face: "In that case, let's fight."
Lan Yichen's expression suddenly changed.
Why does his face change? Doesn’t he have a pair of divine eyes that are not afraid of the dark?
Ying Wuwu sneered: "The more a person lacks something, the more he likes to show off. From three years ago, as long as you appeared in the world, you would show off your magical eyes everywhere, even in the small noodle shop on the roadside.
You have to be deliberately pretentious when eating noodles. So if I guessed correctly, your eyes would have been damaged long ago!"
"You can try." Lan Yichen's tone was cold and full of confidence. But if someone was nearby, you would definitely see that his face turned pale, and the hand holding the sword even had veins popping out.
"If you still had divine eyes, you wouldn't have come today at all!" Ying Wuwu shouted: "You have never taken a blind man seriously. Only when your eyes fail, will you think this is a fair duel?"
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Lan Yichen stopped talking and suddenly swung his sword. The sword light of the ancient sword suddenly grew. The blade of the three-foot-seven-inch long sword seemed to have suddenly grown one foot longer. There was actually a blue streak on the tip of the sword.
The colored light, stretchable and dazzling, is like the legendary sword energy, heading straight towards the front door of Yingwuwu.
This sword is already the result of his lifelong skills!
Only a "click" sound was heard, and a tree five feet away suddenly broke in the middle.
Ying Wuwu didn't know when he was standing three feet away from the tree, shaking his head coldly.
Sword Qi only extends the attack length of the sword. No matter how strong the sword Qi is, it will not be longer than a spear, and it is useless if it fails to stab.
For masters of their level, if they miss a sword, they must miss a sword.
With one sword, victory or defeat is decided.
But life or death has yet to be decided.
Mr. Lan Da suddenly put away his sword and sighed heavily: "I'm ready."
What are you ready for?
In this case, one can only prepare to die.
Ying Wuwu slowly raised the Spirit Snake Sword. His arm didn't move, but the sword kept trembling. He stabbed forward continuously, making a buzzing sound. It seemed that the sword could operate on its own without the owner's control at all.
Come up with the most exquisite moves.
Suddenly there was a sound of flying and running on the path, and a man shouted loudly: "Stop! No one is allowed to kill anyone on my land! It doesn't matter who you are."
A catcher ran up the road, followed by a swordsman. Both of them were panting from exhaustion. The young swordsman kept complaining about him: "Do you know how rare a duel at this level is? How much it inspires me to practice swordsmanship."
And help? You may not see it once in your life. You are so troublesome, and you still want to block it."
The catcher glared at him and said angrily: "Nonsense, I am the catcher, this is my duty."
