The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

"You came."

"I am coming."

"It's good that you're here. At least we still have a chance to compete again."

"Your state..."

"It doesn't matter. You once used your broken sword to stop me when you were blind."

What Yun Xiaobai was talking about was exactly what happened after Jiang Yichen fell into the Yin-Yang Bridge.

Perhaps he felt a sense of mutual admiration for swordsmen of similar age. Ever since Jiang Yichen escaped from Yun Xiaobai's sword in the battle of Longyuan Gorge, he began to receive special attention from the other party.

Jiang Yichen, who transformed into Black Impermanence, turned against the Netherworld Cult at the Hundred Flowers Conference, but was still forced off the dark Yin-Yang Bridge by the righteous gang because of his blood debt.

In order to ensure the possibility of Jiang Yichen's survival, Yun Xiaobai, with his sword, blazed a trail leading to Yin Yang Valley, and agreed with him that he would give him guidance when he regained his sight.

After that, the two men passed each other several times and never had the chance to fight again.

Unexpectedly, after traveling thousands of miles, the two met in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Xiao Jiang?"

It’s no wonder that Hongye and Feng watched Yun Xiaobai chat with the visitor for a few words before they reacted.

Firstly, both of them had exhausted all their energy and were only able to hold on for a final moment with Yun Xiaobai. Their thinking was rigid and they reacted slowly to the sudden change.

Secondly, they had not seen Jiang Yichen for a long time. Although they had heard about what he and Leng Mei did in Wala, after being targeted by the Twelve Tiansha Gates, they had to devote more attention and energy to the tough opponent. They knew very little about the current situation of the two, so they could not make corresponding guesses.

Thirdly, no matter whether it is Leng Mei or Jiang Yichen, how can their current attire look like that of a Zhongzhou person?

Their unkempt hair that was not even down to their chins and had many knots, their rough faces that were close to a sandy yellow color and slightly dark in color, and their bodies that seemed thick and solid, perhaps because of the extra clothes they wore. Anyone who took one look at them would feel that they both looked like Wala people.

If Jiang Yichen hadn't grown a finger-long beard on his lips and cheeks, it would be hard to tell who was the male and who was the female when the two of them were together.

After the previous conversation with Yun Xiaobai, Hongye slowly connected the person in front of her with the former Xiao Jiang.

“It’s me, Sister Hongye, Brother Feng.

"Xiaobai, how about we move over and fight?"

Yun Xiaobai agreed silently and took the initiative to walk to the side.

It is not difficult to see that Yun Xiaobai no longer has any intention of living in vain, and he is very happy to finally be able to fight with his peers.

Leng Mei was naturally not worried that Jiang Yichen could not deal with Yun Xiaobai in his current state, so she fumbled for medicine and dry food and walked towards Hongye and Feng.

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"For nearly twenty years since I can remember, in addition to serving my master, my only wish has been to carve out a path of my own in the way of the sword.

"Of the four most famous swordsmen in Zhongzhou over the past thirty years, only the Sword Saint was not fortunate enough to meet me because I was born at the wrong time.

“The Sword Demon’s sword is arrogant and domineering. It can repel me but not hurt me. I am slightly inferior to it.

“The Sword Ghost was able to stop me but couldn’t break free from my control. He was injured by my Lord’s hands, so we can say we’re evenly matched.

“Among the top three swordsmen in the world, I was the only one who lacked the courage to draw my sword in front of the Sword Immortal and chose to retreat.

“The words given by the Sword Immortal have benefited me greatly in the past two years.

"I heard that you and the Sword Immortal also have a master-disciple relationship. Today, I will give you my understanding in return."

Yun Xiaobai and Jiang Yichen stood facing each other.

One is to describe the aloof kendo master who is decadent but still has an imposing temperament.

One is a rising star in kendo who looks sad but is determined to fight with all his strength.

The little finger of Yun Xiaobai's right hand, which was originally used to hold the sword, was cut off by Ruoyu in Langya Valley. Now only half of his right arm is left and he is unable to hold the sword.

But Jiang Yichen did not doubt that Yun Xiaobai's left-hand sword would be inferior to his right-hand sword, and he could also understand why Yun Xiaobai had to say so much at this moment.

Because these words and the last sword may encompass Yun Xiaobai's life.

As a fellow swordsman, Jiang Yichen was also proud that Yun Xiaobai was able to face the three greatest swordsmen still alive in his lifetime.

He was just a little surprised that Yun Xiaobai and the Sword Immortal had only interacted two years ago, so he couldn't help but write down more carefully what the other party said next.

“In the eyes of the Sword Immortal, the fourth level of the sword art is indeed good.

“It’s not the difference between a sharp sword, a soft sword, a heavy sword, or no sword.

“It’s not the difference between the idea of ​​having a sword in your hand and not having a sword in your heart.

“It is the transformation and change between one and a hundred, a thousand, and ten thousand.”

"One and a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand?"

Jiang Yichen was no longer the mediocre person without spirituality in Li Jiechen's eyes. Just by silently reciting Yun Xiaobai's brief summary, he was able to understand his general interpretation of the four levels of realm.

"The first level is when one sword turns into a hundred swords, a thousand swords, or ten thousand swords.

"That is, one sword can be transformed into hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of sword styles. No matter what situation you are facing, you can block the enemy with your generals or block the water with your earth.

“The second level is the transformation of ten thousand swords into one. “There are hundreds of thousands of sword moves, but in our hands they can all be combined into one sword. Once we strike out, the opponent will be caught off guard.

“The third level is to transform one sword into ten thousand swords.

"This sword is the culmination of all the skills, it contains the power of ten thousand swords, it is agile and sharp, it is unstoppable.

“The fourth level, all the swords become one.

“The so-called great way is simplicity, and all swords are the same.

"Whether it is a sharp sword, a soft sword, a heavy sword, or a sword or no sword, they all end up in the same place, returning to their original simplicity. Out of ten thousand swords, only one sword remains.

“This sword can be used or not, it can kill or save lives.

"This sword can be as powerful as ten thousand swords, enough to cope with any change!"

As Yun Xiaobai spoke, Jiang Yichen listened attentively, and two or three short thoughts flashed through his mind at the same time.

According to this theory of the four levels of realm, who in the world can claim to have reached the realm where all swords have become one?

The swordsman who killed Wala with one sword?

That cheap master and the Sword Demon and Sword Ghost and their ilk are either sitting back and waiting.

As for the more famous sword masters in the martial arts world, such as Guimei Yaoji, Gu Xinhun, etc., most of them are more than at the second level and less than at the third level, right?

Jiang Yichen didn't think about what level he was at. Instead, he thought that after Li Jiechen's guidance, Yun Xiaobai had a clearer understanding of the direction of his swordsmanship and took a more solid step.

What realm is Yun Xiaobai at now?

Yun Xiaobai gave his answer.

“The Sword Immortal said frankly that he had spent so much time talking to me at that time because he saw that I was still young. If I could still devote myself to swordsmanship, in three to five years, or ten to twenty years, I would always have the opportunity to reach the pinnacle.

"Now, the man is dead, the sword is dead, and you and I are close in age, so I will leave these words to you.

"Finally, please take my sword!"

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Jiang Yichen does not agree with the idea that "the sword dies when the man dies".

If Xiao Yincai, the sword holder, dies, Yun Xiaobai's sword will be buried with him.

But this is Yun Xiaobai's choice, and he can only choose to respect it.

He looked at Yun Xiaobai, who was three meters away, and slowly raised his arm, with the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

Watching Yun Xiaobai take a step forward, the sword tip rose slightly again.

At the same time, the true energy around Yun Xiaobai was vibrating and condensing, gathering into a dozen or so invisible sword energies consisting of only the sword body and the sword edge.

After watching Yun Xiaobai take a step forward, repeatedly raising the sword tip slightly and condensing more invisible sword energy, Jiang Yichen realized that Yun Xiaobai's sword was too slow in gathering energy.

It was as slow as holding back the "Hidden Dragon Sword" by himself.

When Yun Xiaobai was about to take the third step and was about to complete the same repetitive action, Jiang Yichen suddenly realized that Yun Xiaobai was not only passing on the sword path pointed out by the sword immortal, but also passing on Yun Xiaobai's final sword understanding in his life.

The reason why it was so slow and repeated was that he was disassembling it, wanting Jiang Yichen to understand it completely without missing a single detail.

At this moment, Jiang Yichen completely forgot about his sword moves and styles, and also completely forgot himself, and followed Yun Xiaobai's rhythm step by step.

"Chicken Blood Rock", the last embers of the setting sun, and the ground is covered with blood.

Two men holding swords, the swords follow the men, the men are like swords, turning into a line.

The weapons used were not sharp, but they had already torn a crack between heaven and earth.

Although the crack was fleeting, it seemed as if it had never existed.

But at least Leng Mei, Feng and Hongye all witnessed it with their own eyes.

The three people saw clearly that at first there were two cracks appearing towards each other, and then one of the cracks suddenly stopped and was covered by the other crack.

Therefore, the crack that finally appeared in everyone's eyes had a somewhat abrupt dent in the middle, and was not so perfect.

The three of them also knew very well where this shortcoming came from.

Yun Xiaobai's remaining strength might not be enough to support him in completing this last sword strike.

In the moment when the two swords clashed, Yun Xiaobai was completely exhausted and his sword power came to an abrupt end.

Only Jiang Yichen completed this sword and wiped across Yun Xiaobai's body.

The crack had obviously swallowed up part of Yun Xiaobai's flesh and bones, and the left and right sides of the torso were split into two and could not be put together.

Yun Xiaobai came on behalf of the Yinsha Sect to settle the feud with Jiang Yichen.

It also means that he is passing on the sword-wielding heritage to Jiang Yichen.

Yun Xiaobai believes that he has not yet reached the fourth level of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One.

However, he used his last sword, the "Sword Controlling Body", to show Jiang Yichen the "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One" style that he had seen. (End of this chapter)