Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Going east on the Defeng Ancient Road, five hundred miles away, you can see green peaks piercing the sky like a screen; the cliffs are full of green clouds and smoke.

On the top of the empty mountain, one saw one after another sword marks, criss-crossing on it, which have not changed after vicissitudes of life, or clumsy, or coincidental, or sick, or fierce...the list goes on.

A moment later, a rainbow light fell to the ground, revealing the figures of two people.

"Extreme speed and power, and..."

Yuan Bahuang looked at the sword marks all over the floor, and tried to replay the battle that took place here in the past:
"Humility is the sword of victory."

It has to be said that talent is one of the most unreasonable terms in this world.

"In the past, I used to discuss swords with Mo Liujian here. Maybe you will be familiar with the name of Wind Scar."

Lin Chongyang didn't put on airs either. Their lineage still likes to help the younger ones:

"You said you want to ask about the sword, but what aspect of the sword do you want to ask?"

Yuan Bahuang didn't think about it, and blurted out: "The junior wants to ask about the peak of the sword, the limit of the sword, and the end of the sword."

In essence, the three questions can be regarded as one, but the angles are different.

Since learning sword, Yuan Bahuang has been pursuing, what is the limit of sword?
He had heard of the name of Demon Flow Sword? Wind Scar, but unfortunately he hadn't seen it. Now that he looked at the opponent's sword scar, even if he couldn't get an answer, it was a worthwhile trip.

Looking at the eager young people beside him, Lin Chongyang did not answer directly, but said: "Before answering this question, may I ask you a question first?"

"Senior, please first."

Yuan Bahuang didn't care about this, or in other words, he was not very good at talking.

"What is a sword to you?"

As the saying goes, when a tall building rises from the ground, Yuan Bahuang wants to know the end of the sword, but Lin Chongyang is more interested in his foundation.

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However, the other party's reaction made him a little disappointed, but it seemed reasonable:
"What is a sword..."

"Never thought about it?"

"No." After finishing speaking, Yuan Bahuang asked back: "For seniors, what is a sword?"

He was here to find answers, to learn more, and he thought there was nothing wrong with it.

"For me, the sword is a weapon that is easy to use, and it is also a reflection of the way I do."

At the same time as he spoke, Ying Long and Zhi Sheng appeared together, and stood in front of them, and then only heard the sound of a sword, but Ying Long split into two:
"Although it is not true that the more swords you have, the stronger they are, but the objects they carry are different."

Following Lin Chongyang's words, Yuan Bahuang looked at the three different swords in front of him:
The red sword is frivolous and domineering, going forward indomitably; the golden sword is elegant and upright, modest and courteous; the last single-edged ink sword is clear and clear, but he can't understand it:
"Senior's sword is very heavy."

However, he could feel what was carried in it.

"They respectively represent the newcomers, the past, and the present."

When talking about the past, the god emperor and the gentleman are combined, and the three swords are changed back to two, representing the past and the present respectively, and then the god emperor is put away:

"This sword is called Zhisheng Peitian. Maybe it can help you answer your question."

After the words fell, Lin Chongyang grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it from the ground.

At the same time, Yuan Bahuang also transformed into his saber: "My sword has no name, but please enlighten me, senior."

The body of the sword is copper-yellow, with double-edged blades, the guard is simplified, and tassels hang on the head of the sword.

"Whether it is the peak of the sword, the limit of the sword, or the end of the sword, it is too far away for you today."

Lin Chongyang didn't speak, it wasn't a voice, but a sword intent that went straight to the heart, if the opponent's will was weak, or there was a flaw in his heart, he would be weaker if he didn't actually fight.

Confusion about the sword is the flaw of Yuan Bahuang. If a person doesn't even understand why he holds the sword, then what's the point of holding the sword to chase the end?
Even so, his belief is very firm.

If this continues, there is only one result, and that is to be deeply trapped in it and unable to escape, because he has been trapped by the word "sword".

Concentration is an advantage, but it is not necessarily a good thing.

"Please."

"Please."

Sword intent rose from the two of them, and they took the initiative to distance themselves, and the world was silent.

Suddenly, the autumn wind crossed the border, and the eyes were full of bleakness, just as the first leaf fell to the ground.

The condensed sword intent, like an invisible hurricane, spread out around the two of them, rolling up countless fallen leaves and blocking their sight.

boom!
Before meeting face to face, sword intent and consciousness had already clashed first, directly affecting the surrounding environment.

Bang bang bang!
The leaves flying in the air, at the same moment, are split in the middle, cut across, cut obliquely, burst, or shattered, which is extremely spectacular.

Sword marks criss-crossed on the ground, gravel splashed and dust flew up.

After the power was exhausted, the world returned to silence again, and the atmosphere was solemn for a while.

After several confrontations in the Realm of Consciousness, Yuan Bahuang felt exhausted, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead, falling to the ground.

Tick!

at the same time
Zheng-!
But when he heard Qingyue's sword cry, his heart hadn't come yet, his intentions hadn't arrived, and the move was already in front of him, too fast to catch his eye.

When the sword edge is moved, there are hundreds of movements, thousands of changes, and when the sword edge is turned, it is another thousand strokes of reincarnation, seamlessly connected.

Although Lin Chongyang did not use his strength to overwhelm others, his rich experience and perfect combat skills were not something that Yuan Bahuang at this time could cope with.

As soon as he received the move, Yuan Bahuang discovered that the change of the opponent's moves had not been repeated, so he had to fight with all his strength.

There is no time to be distracted by others, and he is very focused. At the same time, it is difficult to hide his own swordsmanship.

laugh!laugh!laugh!
After dismantling the moves, there were several gaps in his clothes. If it wasn't for Zhisheng Peitian who only had Shan Feng, he would have been severely injured at this time.

Ding Ding Ding!
The sound of gold and iron screaming is endless, like rain hitting a plantain, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

Just when Yuan Bahuang was gradually adapting to the rhythm of the attack, he saw that Zhisheng's attack with the sky changed again, just like the constant nature of the sky, the change of poor emotions, anticipating the enemy's opportunity first, doing it when it is time, and stopping it when it is time to stop.

The confrontation escalated again, and Yuan Bahuang was surprised to find that even if he adjusted his offensive according to the opponent's changes, it was also within the opponent's expectation.

and……

Such a high-intensity confrontation.

It is difficult for him to maintain for a long time now.

"one move."

At the same time as he spoke, Lin Chongyang swung the sword in his hand, forcing Yuan Bahuang to retreat.

The opponent is still too immature now, even with the sword of Qizheng, he can only take two moves. At this time, he wants to see the limit of the sword, which somewhat means that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

That being the case, why not allow him?
On the other side, Yuan Bahuang, who was forced to retreat, also understood the gap between him and the other party.

Sure enough, he was too ideal before, and he couldn't calmly deal with the usual breaking moves, so how can we talk about the pinnacle of swordsmanship?The end of the sword?

He saw that Yuan Bahuang discarded all distracting thoughts and put all his strength into practice. In an instant, the human-sword sensed and resonated with the heaven and the earth, and the sword was about to come out:
"One sword bright moon and one sword autumn!"

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