Ye Kong traced a faint streak of light to the depths of the river of time, hoping to find a way to save Xiaoshan.
At this time, there was a black iron-like mountain standing in front of him, facing the vast sea to the east, with steep walls and strange peaks. The top of the mountain cut through the clouds and fog like a sharp sword, soaring to the sky and towering into the sky.
He took one breath and rode up the mist from the bottom of the mountain.
Along the way there are rugged rocks, dead vines covering the cracked earth, floating dust half-covering the dead bones of birds and animals, and the gurgling streams drying up, exposing the cracked riverbed.
Everywhere is devastated and desolate.
A leaf was blown down by the autumn wind and fluttered in front of Ye Kong.
Ye Kong suddenly moved, moving like a ghost, and the small fishing rod in his hand turned into his favorite sword, but it was even more illusory than the ghost.
A sword was swung out, and seven sword shadows appeared in the air.
"Chichichichichichichichichi", after seven soft sounds, the fallen leaves were twisted into pieces, flying in the autumn wind and scattering all over the sky.
This is Zhixiao Sword Technique, a sword technique that is like a dragnet.
Ye Kong's little fishing rod is inconspicuous in appearance and very short. When it turns into a sword, it is also very short.
Other people's swords are as short as four or five feet, and as long as six or seven feet, but his sword, including the blade and hilt, is less than three feet in length.
The shorter the weapon, the more flexible and swift it is, and Ye Kong's swordsmanship has brought flexibility and swiftness to the extreme.
In the time it takes others to strike with one sword, he can strike seven swords in a row. Others' swordsmanship is as brave as a tiger descending from the mountain, and his swordsmanship is as dense as a dragnet.
Not to mention that he has inexhaustible spiritual power to support him.
One sword kills seven, and the sword net roaring from seven directions is enough to strangle everything in the net, whether it is fallen leaves or lives.
The shadow on the opposite side has begun to sweat.
Although the shadow was blurry, Ye Kong still saw the clues. It was clearly one of the several souls that Luo Emperor from another world had emitted earlier.
It is said that rats do not know fear. That is because rats are too stupid to even feel fear.
But humans are not mice. Even though they have improved through practice, fear is instinctive when faced with such a terrifying sword technique.
Shadow suddenly took a step back. "Please wait a moment," he said.
"If you are scared, then leave. Today I want a solution, don't kill." Ye Kong said.
"No, I still have a word I haven't said. After saying this, I have nothing to regret. As for the solution, I don't have any solution either," Luo Di's separated soul said.
"Okay, tell me." The golden dagger was put back into its sheath, and Ye Kong put his hands behind his back, looking relaxed and content.
It seems that a real master should be like him, without any worries, smiling as the waves rise and fall.
Luo Di's ghost turned around and walked to another shadow.
That shadow is clearly a mark left by the dead Mother Earth in the long river of time.
He smiled and looked at her, but there was a sense of separation between life and death in his smile.
He leaned close to Earth Mother's ear and whispered: "If I die, many people will tell you stories about me. But you must believe: In this life, except for you, I have never loved anyone else."
After saying that, he kissed Earth Mother gently on her ear, leaving her with a smile, then pulled out the long sword from her waist, turned and left. Earth Mother stretched out her hand to catch him, but missed him.
With a sword in his hand, the smile on Luo Di's split soul's face suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"I use a sword," he said slowly to Ye Kong, and slowly stood the sword upright in front of him, with the sword blade close to the tip of his nose.
At this moment, there was no distracting thought in his mind, and there was only piety on his face, just like the piety of a monk kneeling before the Buddha.
Ye Kongyun's gentle expression suddenly showed a hint of surprise, and he suddenly said: "What do you want! Tell me the solution to my disciple's problem, and maybe I can make you reborn!"
Luo Di's ghost smiled and said: "It's useless, everything is useless, both me and your apprentice Xiao Shan will die."
Ye Kong laughed twice. After laughing, his peaceful expression was replaced by solemnity.
He began to draw the sword, very slowly, and pulled it out inch by inch. The sword blade rubbed against the scabbard, making an unusually pleasant sound. Everyone's expressions changed slightly, except for Ye Kong's face, which still had the same expression.
Peaceful as a martyr.
"Perhaps, this is the last time I draw my sword in this life. If I die, you may be able to remember what I looked like when I drew my sword for the last time." Ye Kong seemed to be talking to the air, and seemed to be invisible in the long river of time.
The ghost spoke. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was no fear in the smile.
Because he is also a martyr, and the way is right in front of him. If he dies for the way, what is there to be afraid of?
No matter literature or martial arts, no matter swordsmanship or swordsmanship, if one has reached the ultimate level, it is the Tao. Therefore, when they face each other's blades, it is the time when they face the Tao.
A piece of fallen leaf fell between the two of them, falling quietly without a sound of wind. Everyone could feel the tension tearing the air, but the two people who should be nervous the most remained motionless.
, like two sculptures.
No one attacks. No matter how fast the opponent moves, masters like them will definitely have one chance to take action, but there is only one chance to take action. Either kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy.
Therefore, this last blow must have gathered all their strength. While they were accumulating their own strength, they were quietly waiting for the opportunity to attack. When the opponent could not control their strength, it was time for them to deliver a fatal blow.
The two of them remained motionless, like clay and wood sculptures. Being motionless meant that there were still many options, but once they took action, they could only make a desperate move.
Earth Mother looked at Luo Di's split soul in a daze. She had no time to think about what Luo Di meant by what he said.
She could only hold her fists tightly and wait for her fate to be pronounced.
Luo Di's fate can be fought by himself, but her fate is already hopeless.
The spirit sword in Ye Kong's hand made a "buzzing" sound, as if the spirit sword was trembling slightly. The very low sound was faint and inaudible at first, but slowly, the sound became louder and louder.
big.
The golden spiritual sword undulated like waves, and the huge internal force contained in the sword slowly began to pour outward like volcanic lava.
Ye Kong finally couldn't help but move. His body turned into a shadow. Outside the shadow, the golden sword light was mixed with the roar of dragons and tigers. The light of the sword and the figure were like thunder and wind, like stars galloping. It was almost like lightning.
At the same time, Luo Di's soul also moved, moving backward.
"Clang, clank, clank, clank", Luo Di's spirit took seven steps back. Every time he took a step back, the swords collided with each other.
After the seven sword strikes, Luo Di's sword power was exhausted, but Ye Kong's sword power was like a bow opening full moon.
A good defender hides under the Nine Earths, and a good attacker moves above the Nine Heavens. But how can the thunder in the Nine Heavens and the dust in the Nine Earths determine the outcome?
Rhythm!
When evenly matched, the most important thing is always rhythm, regardless of offense or defense! This is just like the most beautiful music, always following the best rhythm.
So, what is the best rhythm?
Some people say that the faster the rhythm, the better. No, fast is not the best rhythm.
The best rhythm is the one that disrupts your opponent's rhythm.
The defender keeps changing positions, and the attacker can only keep changing his route. Once the rhythm of the attack is disrupted, the defender will have enough time to respond.
This is the best rhythm for defense.
Ye Kong adopted the best rhythm, so he won.
Later, someone asked Ye Kong: "Why didn't you split your soul with Emperor Luo and attack that day?"
Ye Kong smiled and replied: "In that case, when I stabbed the first sword, I would have probably been slashed six or seven times on my body."
If the offense is not as sharp as the opponent, then defense is the best offense.