Yuan Hong, who is the first in swordsmanship, fights against Longyuan, who is second in swordsmanship.
Gai Nie's vertical sword was unleashed, a powerful sword that could be used by ghosts and gods to change things. It was as bright as the power of the sky.
Feng Tu's Divine Demon Sword Technique, combined with Long Yuan's sword energy, produced a bloody evil light that shook the heavens and the earth, and the sword was like a catastrophe that would destroy the world.
The peak showdown began, and the two exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye. During this period, the sword energy flew across the battlefield, cutting all directions on the battlefield to pieces, and the trees collapsed in pieces.
…
"careful!"
Zhongda shouted loudly and cut the broken tree into countless pieces with a single stroke of his ancient sword. He hurriedly informed everyone: "Stay in line and don't leave, otherwise you will deserve to die."
He took a look at the increasingly exaggerated battlefield between the two men, gave up the idea of helping Ganie to solve the battle with a sneak attack, and decided to lead everyone and escape directly, bypassing the battlefield.
As for Genie, he can only believe that he can break through.
"Everyone follow me!"
No one had any objection to this decision. In the area where the two peak swordsmen were fighting, let alone people, a tree fell over there. Before it hit the ground, it was already chopped into pieces by the raging sword energy.
, no one dares to get involved in a battle of this level.
Du Shi glanced back. The air in the battlefield was distorted and the sword light was so blinding that he couldn't see the figures clearly. He couldn't help but swallow hard again.
Feng Tu, Wei Zhuang, Gai Nie, there are so many top swordsmen in the world, how come they all happened to me? I really don’t know if it’s good luck or bad luck.
…
The Yuanhong sword's body is clear and clear, reflecting light like a mirror; the Longyuan sword's body is pitch-black, with deep textures like a giant dragon lying in the abyss. One is bright, one is dim, one is white and the other is black. The needlepoints of the two swords are facing each other. The collision and friction of the fire illuminate the two of them.
The sword master's face almost always remained bright.
"Gane, you have become weak."
Ding~
Feng Tu stared into his opponent's eyes and asked coldly: "Is it because he was injured or has some scruples?"
When ~
Ding ba ba ~
The two swords were clamped against each other, with the tips of each sword close to the other's master's throat.
Gai Nie asked calmly: "Sir, why do you say that it is Gai who has become weaker, rather than that Mr. himself has become stronger?"
Um?
The water of Canglang.
The wind shook the Yuan Hong, and the power of his own sword suddenly changed. The Long Yuan Sword restrained the evil light of blood and became calm and strange.
be deeply grieved.
This is that sad sword intention.
Gai Nie's eyebrows moved, and the movements of his hands changed in time, with both strength and softness, and a combination of dexterity, so that he could handle everything without missing a beat.
"Sir was ordered by the emperor to hunt down Gai, but he said that as long as he could defeat you, he would let Gai and the people behind him pass. If such behavior is known to the emperor, I don't know..."
"No need to say more nonsense, use all your strength to defeat me, or be defeated by me."
Feng Tu's desire to win is extremely strong, but he is not blind and reckless. Long Yuan Sword is still endlessly changing.
"Sir, if you want to prove something by defeating Gai, you will have already lost before this sword duel begins."
"It's a joke. You are the best swordsman in the world. Of course you can say that you are as light as a feather and feel at ease."
Ding~
Feng Tu's sword finally showed abnormal fluctuations. Ge Nie knew that his words had an effect, so he struck while the iron was hot.
"Gai had no intention of competing for the No. 1 Sword in the World. He was just instructed by Ying Zheng at that time. Mr. Gai is a surrendered Chu State and cannot become the Empire's No. 1 Sword in the World."
"What Ying Zheng thinks has nothing to do with me. The fact is that I was not your opponent at that time and missed the first sword."
"Mr. Guan's words and deeds are not like those who strive for fame and fortune. Is the false reputation of the best swordsman in the world really so important?"
"Hahaha, I am in charge of the sword manual in the world. You tell me, whether it is important to me to be the best swordsman in the world!"
"Senior Fengbeard back then didn't have the reputation of being the best swordsman in the world. Who wouldn't respect him among all the swordsmen in the world?"
"Well, among the Confucian, Taoist, Mohist, Yin-Yang family, and your political family, who has ever respected the Windbeard family? Do you believe the respect they say?"
Feng Tu's rhetorical question really shocked Gai Nie. Apart from anything else, Gai Nie knew very well that the Guigu sect of strategists was like a chess piece, and the world was a chessboard. Respect? Hundreds of schools of thought, only
I am vertical and horizontal.
It was precisely because he did not agree with the Guigu sect's philosophy that Gai Nie rebelled against the Chu sect and never returned to fulfill his three-year agreement.
When Feng Tu saw Gai Nie's momentary distraction, he immediately realized that he was almost fooled by someone's verbal attack.
He immediately backhanded Gai Nie with a fatal threat: "Gai Nie! I believe you really don't care about the title of the best swordsman in the world, but you do enjoy the convenience brought to you by the best swordsman in the world.
So, Sword Master, if you continue to try to delay time with your words, then I don’t mind and send out a signal to inform the snare.”
Gai Nie estimated the time it would take for Zhongda to lead everyone to retreat, knowing that once the signal was sent out, the entire breakout plan would come to nothing.
"Sir, if you insist on doing this, Gai will have no choice but to make it happen."
"Hahaha, you should have been like this a long time ago!"
Feng Tu thrust the Long Yuan Sword into the ground, and then his right hand turned into a claw. The violent internal force exploded in the palm of his hand, and blood suddenly flowed out.
"Gane, this next move has never been seen by anyone in this world. Are you ready, God and Demon ~ Selflessness?"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Tu's blood-covered right hand grabbed the hilt of the sword. In an instant, the texture on Long Yuan Sword became extremely clear, and a giant bloody dragon seemed to come to life.
"Gods and demons have no self?"
Gai Nie felt that the Feng Tu in front of him had completely changed. He had an indescribable ethereal temperament that made it difficult for him to lock his sword movement.
If it weren't for the deep sadness that still existed in the sword's intention, Genie couldn't believe that the opponent in front of him was still the same person.
"No mind and no self, no thinking, no distinction, no attachment. People have no self, laws have no self, self has no self, others have no self, everything becomes empty."
The current Fengtu is the real Fengtu.
Not that Feng Tu who, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, personally held a sword and killed his father and uncles one by one, absorbing their essence and blood to practice martial arts.
It's not that Feng Tu, who seeks political support, intrigues, and painstaking efforts to manage his family's reputation in order to promote the Dafeng Beard Sword Manual, while also taking into account his martial arts skills to seize the best sword in the world.
Not that Feng Tu who was forever trapped in the curse of the Xiangjian family all his life, holding the cursed sword in his hand and living in regret.
Especially, on the way here this time, he had been looking at Fan Shanren and Yuan Qing, the feeling was not that of father and son, but that of father and son.
The best sword in the world, he is not obsessed with the best sword in the world. It just seems that apart from this goal, Feng Tu, as a person, really seems to have no meaning in living.
"Gai Nie, come on. As a top swordsman, I can see that you have surpassed the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship. Let me feel your way for myself."
Feng Tu pulled out the Long Yuan Sword from the ground and raised the sword in an ordinary motion. The blade of the sword was like splashing ink, creating a magnificent picture.
"Canglang Water."
To see through, to have no self, to be sad but not hurt, this is the true water of the waves.
Feng Tu on the opposite side is like a master of ink painting. The Long Yuan Sword no longer stirs up the bloody storm, but transforms into a thick and huge pen, sweeping the ocean with reckless abandon.
When Gai Nie saw this, his indifferent face suddenly revealed a smile.
"I see, this is your true face. I can only be called your gentleman if you go all out."
Buzz~
Yuan Hong screamed and flew into the sky.
"I haven't thought of a name for this sword yet. Please give it a try, sir."