Chapter three hundred and thirty eight morning glow
As Gan Yong opened his mouth, a flying sword burst out of the sword box. The sword's body was blood red, just like the morning glow!
When Jian was defeated in seclusion, Gan Yong had indeed been depressed for some time, but as he became blind and unable to see, all the past events in his mind emerged in front of his eyes. The dissolute and frivolous past decades had been wiped out by himself.
I fully understand that I am entirely to blame for today's defeat, and I deserve it.
But since he had already lost, he continued to give up on himself and spend the rest of his life like this, but he still failed and continued to climb to the pinnacle of kendo. This flying sword, Zhaoxia, gave him the answer.
This sword was forged by his own hands. The cold iron used was not originally blood red. He dyed it with his own blood. He soaked the cold iron in the blood for ninety-nine and eighty-one days. After taking out the cold iron stone, he made it with his own hands.
By then, there was already some warmth, and the whole thing became extremely bright and red.
After casting this sword, although Gan Yong had never seen the true appearance of this flying sword, he already knew it in his heart, so he named it Zhaoxia, in memory of his youth, and also to say that although he was blind, he would not be able to see it in the future.
For countless years, I have grown old-hearted, and along the way of swordsmanship, I still think that I am a young man, and I am still sincere.
In fact, after Gan Yong figured this out, it didn't matter whether he was defeated by the sword or blinded that day.
Gan Yong, who exhaled a big mouthful of turbid air, seemed to have exhaled all the pent-up energy in this half-hearted man, raised his head and said with great sincerity: "I originally thought that when I came out of the mountain again, I would definitely compete with the opponent of the day. Let me
He knows that I am not wasting my time, but if I actually have such thoughts, then I am really wasting my time."
Emperor Liang said calmly: "If you can't let go of the past, then the so-called resolution is empty talk."
"What your Majesty said is absolutely true, so later someone invited me to come and fight with Your Majesty, and I happily accepted it. Your Majesty, a great figure in the world, although he doesn't practice swordsmanship, is still good enough. I can draw a sword after half a dozen years, and naturally I will do it."
It’s better to choose someone like Your Majesty.”
Gan Yong murmured softly: "When I draw the sword this time, I don't want the world to know that Gan Yong is still alive and has made further progress. I just want to tell the world that whether he is blind or defeated by the sword, in my heart
, it’s all nothing!”
Emperor Daliang looked at Gan Yong at this moment and said: "Gan Jianxian is already in the state of mind. It won't be too far to reach the state of Dajianxian."
Gan Yong said even more seriously: "To be fair to Your Majesty, I feel that after a battle with Your Majesty, I will definitely be able to take another step forward and step into that mysterious realm."
Emperor Liang shook his head and said, "What a pity."
Gan Yong was startled and then asked: "What's the pity?"
Emperor Liang said calmly: "How can I be killed easily?"
You, Gan Yong, want to step into that mysterious realm through this battle, which is certainly good, but through this battle, you want me to die to be a stepping stone for you, but how can I die in your hands while I am in the world?
Down?
In other words, if Gan Yong defeats Emperor Daliang in front of him, he may enter the realm of the Great Sword Immortal, but Emperor Daliang will not let him win.
"Your Majesty has been seriously injured. Without that oil-paper umbrella, how can you maintain your Majesty's will?"
Gan Yong did not believe that the current Emperor of Liang could still leave alive, especially at this moment, he was already full of confidence in himself.
The Emperor of Daliang said calmly: "How could I die in your hands in the territory of Daliang?"
Gan Yong sighed: "Everyone will die."
Emperor Liang held the umbrella handle and walked slowly along the long street with an expressionless face, "Everyone will die, and I will naturally die, but now that I don't want to die, who can take me out of this world?"
Gan Yong didn't speak, he just stretched out his hand to hold the flying sword Zhaoxia. At this moment, his aura continued to rise, and in an instant he had returned to the peak level before half a century, but it did not stop. After a while, his aura became even stronger.
It keeps improving, and then becomes stronger and stronger, until it reaches a critical point.
At that critical point, one step forward is the realm of the Great Sword Immortal.
He was already standing in front of the threshold.
Emperor Liang shook his head and said, "You can't."
Gan Yong didn't say anything, he just raised the morning glow and drew his sword gently. A fierce sword light bloomed from the tip of the sword. A wave of sword energy cut through the wind and snow and fell towards the long street.
At the same time, Gan Yong jumped up and hit Emperor Daliang.
It is not common for swordsmen to raise their swords to face enemies, but Gan Yong, who was only half a year old, realized that the sword must be raised to exert its maximum power.
Seeing that the old swordsman had arrived in front of him, Emperor Liang took a look at the flying sword and praised: "It's a good sword!"
Each of the four flying swords has its own merits, but when it comes to its significance to Gan Yong, I am afraid that only this flying sword is Zhaoxia. Unlike the previous three swords, this flying sword represents the meaning of the entire Gan Yong's life.
It's just that no matter how good the sword is, once the tip of the sword is pointed at you, it may not be considered a good sword.
Emperor Liang didn't care about this. Facing this swordsman who had long been famous all over the world, he used the umbrella handle in his hand to fight against the enemy. Under the opponent's sword, he hit the umbrella handle with his hand and defeated the sword energy, and then the two
When people meet, Gan Yong keeps drawing out his sword. The long time of half a century has now turned into sharp sword lights and bursts of strong sword energy here.
Emperor Daliang's broken imperial robes were flying, and every time the umbrella handle in his hand collided with the flying sword, it would tremble for a long time. In fact, if it weren't for the blessing of Emperor Daliang's energy, how could this ordinary umbrella handle have spent endless time with Gan Yong?
Flying swords made to fight against.
It's just that Gan Yong, a master of swordsmanship, was very meticulous in every sword move. The Emperor Liang on the opposite side seemed to be very casual in dealing with it. The handle of the umbrella in his hand appeared again and again at the key point of Gan Yong's sword.
After the initial parry, Emperor Liang suddenly decided to turn his back on guests.
He is a martial artist who has reached the end of Wangyou, a figure who can be compared with the Taoist Great Master and the Great Sword Immortal. No matter how strong Gan Yong is, he has never crossed that threshold.
Of course, no matter how seriously injured Emperor Liang was, he still did not fall beyond that threshold.
There is still a gap between the two.
While Emperor Daliang was fighting Gan Yong, he looked into the distance. The Buddhist Vajra had long been seriously injured and had been adjusting his breath at the moment. He had no intention of getting involved in a short time. As for the gray-robed old Taoist who had been watching from the sidelines, he was
Really troublesome characters.
"Old man, since you finally made it out of the mountains, why do you keep testing me while you are hiding in the dark? All you have to do is take action now. You and I will have a good fight."
Emperor Liang's voice sounded slowly, like a loud bell.
"Your Majesty, I don't dare to compare myself to Your Majesty. I would like to ask Gan Jianxian to consume Your Majesty for a while. I'm afraid that Gan Jianxian's half-a-year cultivation has not been fully displayed at this moment."
The voice of the old man in gray robe sounded not far away, but he was calm.
Emperor Liang glanced at Gan Yong in front of him and didn't care. He just asked: "When will Gan Jianxian's strongest sword be used?"