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Chapter 263: Piaomiao Sword Technique vs Tianwen Nine Swords
The back hill of Song family.

Su Ming and Song Que came hand in hand, one in front and one behind, leaving the surrounding trees and scenery behind them. The Song family members who were following not far away tried their best but still could not keep up, and could only watch them go further and further away.

After an incense stick of time, the valley turned emerald green, and a stream flowed down the valley with a gurgling sound. The two men arrived at the valley one after another. Song Que stood on the bluestone by the stream, and Su Ming stood on the treetop several feet away, each on one side.

"Su Ming, take action."

"Valve Master, please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ming put his two fingers together and held the sword. The true energy condensed in his palm, turning into a sword of energy that was as real as a substance. In an instant, a murderous aura spread out. Both sides were more serious than ever before, and they only had their opponents in their eyes.

One is being taught by a top swordsman and has just begun to understand the meaning of sword, and the other has been sharpening his sword for more than ten years, and it is perfect but seems to have flaws. It is a perfect match for the two.

There was no need to exercise deliberately. The meridians and acupoints in Su Ming's body were full of vitality. Strands of true energy flowed naturally, interacting with the heaven and earth, and becoming one with them. A miraculous transformation took place, and there was not a single flaw in his body.

Song Que stood there, his sword still unsheathed, but the sword intent had already filled his body, ready to strike.

"Clang!"

A knife that had been silent for many years was unsheathed.

Su Ming did not see the knife, but only saw a crescent moon reflected in the sky, which disappeared like a shooting star. Suddenly, the Heavenly Sword was unsheathed, accompanied by a soft humming sound, and a chill spread out. The grass and leaves seemed to be infected by the knife's intention and stretched taut.

An ancient black long sword blended perfectly with Song Que, and this vast and boundless world also blended with his sword. It was as if he was the sword, and the sword was him!
The sword is the king of all weapons and represents unparalleled lethality, not to mention that the person in front of him is the best swordsman in the world.

A flash of sword light that cuts through heaven, earth and man, sharp and piercing!
Su Ming's eyes turned, and a mighty sword intent rushed into the sky, "Jingzhe!" The sharp and incisive sword energy lingered around his body, turning into a long river of sword energy, swirling and rolling back, ten turning into a hundred, a hundred turning into a thousand, over and over again.

It was as if lightning flashed across the void, and with a loud bang, all things revived. The surrounding trees and grass became full of vitality, as if all things were competing to flourish and spring was coming. The next moment, a long river of sword energy rose from the ground and rushed straight into the sky, colliding head-on with the long sword falling from the sky.

"boom!"

Knife energy, sword energy, knife intent, sword intent, all the scenery within a radius of several miles were destroyed, the essence of heaven and earth was swept away and then exploded, flattening in all directions like ripples, rocks collapsed, mud flew, and the stream at the center of the battle between the two was directly evaporated.

"Stab!"

Su Ming looked down and saw a knife mark on his sleeve. He looked up at Song Que and saw a sword mark on his shoulder. "Haha, Tian Dao, you really didn't let me down!"

The sound of laughter echoed in the valley, lasting for a long time.

In the first test, the two sides were evenly matched, which also gave Su Ming a general understanding of his own fighting ability.

In the forest, the Song family's masters who were running wildly could sense the astonishing sword and knife intent from a distance. Such momentum was not inferior to that of the clan leader. They were horrified and quickened their pace, fearing that Song Que would make a mistake.

"You are a rare swordsman. Come, take my Eight Heavenly Sword Techniques. There is no way to test it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Que's eyes changed, and his mind was completely locked on Su Ming. A huge momentum was wrapped around the blade, and he stomped his foot. His body rose from the ground like a cannonball, standing in the air, and slashed towards Su Ming from high above.

This knife is so simple!

The spirit, energy and mind completely locked onto him. It was so magnificent and so simple that there was no escape!
Sure enough, the sword of Jingzhe was not yet at the peak of its powers. He had just realized the sword intent and had not had time to create his own sword technique. The sword of Jingzhe was the current move derived from his sword intent, but it was not his most powerful method.

He died countless times within the projection space. The great opportunity between life and death made him understand Ren Piaomiao's ethereal swordsmanship.

Su Ming put his two fingers together and held the sword, and the ethereal sword technique reappeared in the world.

"Breaking through the air, flying away, truly ethereal and profound!"

The mysterious sword energy around him combined and broke into pieces, returning to nothingness and then to existence, over and over again, endlessly, condensing into a shocking sword energy that soared into the sky.

"Crack!"

The huge sword shadow and sword energy collided in the air, and the shocking explosion echoed in all directions, unmatched. The center of the battle between the two people instantly became a vacuum, and the dissipated sword energy and knife energy spread out. The trees were either broken or turned into powder. The flocks of birds several miles away sensed the crisis and screamed and fled.

At this time, a group of people from the Song family came slowly and stopped to watch from a distance.

Song Lu with Silver Beard, Song Zhi with Earth Sword, eldest son Song Shidao and a group of elders from the Song family were horrified when they saw this shocking scene. As fellow martial artists, what realm had they reached?
As the aura of the sword disappeared, Song Que's body standing in the void suddenly fell down. Taking advantage of the momentum of the fall, he turned the blade of the sword, and the Heavenly Sword cut through the vast sky without causing a sound of wind, and slashed towards Su Ming without any smell of fireworks.

"When yin and yang come together, nothing can be transformed!"

In Su Ming's perception, Song Que's spirit, energy and soul were integrated into one at this moment, communicating with the heaven, earth and man. This knife seemed to cut off the yin and yang and split the heaven and earth.

"True Mysterious Void, Flying and Breaking the Sky!"

"Nine places, how can we bury them?"

"True Mysterious Void Absolute - Flying in the Sky to Destroy!"

"Zengcheng has nine layers, and its height is several miles!"

"Xuxuan Zhenjue: Destroy Feikong Po!"

……

Each collision was a clash of sword and saber energy. The Song family members who were watching could feel the continuous sword energy in the air and did not dare to intervene. In such a battle, even the three great masters would be injured!

Su Ming squandered his sword energy wantonly, based on the perfect perfection of his spirit, and used the Jingzhe sword intent to control an endless variety of sword moves in the confrontation. There was a constancy in the ever-changing world, and vice versa, there were a thousand changes in the constancy.

The Piaomiao sword technique is known for its ethereal, unpredictable and endless nature.

"Uncle, can father win?"

Feeling the majestic sword power in the distance, Song Shidao began to question his father for the first time.

Song Lu had a complicated expression. He hesitated for a moment and then nodded heavily, "Big Brother will definitely win. He is Tian Dao and the leader of the Song Clan. He has never lost, and this time is no exception."

Song Que, on the other hand, had a sincere sword intent, nothing else but the sword. The edge of his sword was like the glorious way of heaven. The sunlight was his sword light, the strong wind was his sword wind, and the thunder was his sword force... the so-called Heavenly Sword!

This has transcended the mundane level, rising from a skill to the height of the way of heaven, entering a realm unfathomable by ghosts and gods, beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and everything in the world is its knife.

Song Que's sword power was still rising. Every change in the energy of all things in the world was integrated into his sword. The ups and downs of his life, happiness and loneliness, joy and sadness, were all integrated here at this moment. The energy and spirit were infinitely rising. Everything about Song Que, in conjunction with the world, turned into the strongest sword in his life. It was unmatched!

"Song Que, the last move will decide the outcome!"

Song Que readily agreed, "Come!"

The eighth sword of the Nine Swords of Heaven: Nuwa has a body, who made it?

The knife was extremely fast, so fast that they couldn't even react, and they couldn't sense any murderous intent. It was full of beauty, carrying the great joy of the creation of the world and the birth of mankind, as well as the majestic spirit of asking the sky with a knife.

The sword's force was terrifying and it approached Su Ming in an instant. He stood still, his sword pointed at the sky. The power of the Nether Sea Returning to Origin was like a tornado swallowing up the world. The essence of heaven and earth for miles around turned into sword energy at this moment, carrying his sword intent and condensing into ethereal sword energy, earth energy, and natural energy, which repeated over and over again, endlessly.

Thousands and thousands of sword energies transformed into a world of sword energy, stretching across thousands of places and being magnificent beyond compare.

The sword energy in the sky faced off against the huge knife energy.

There was only a loud explosion, and then there were no more trees in the valley. The streams were cut off, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, as if a dragon was turning over. Strong winds blew and dust and smoke filled the air for a long time. Soon, two figures in the center were revealed.

"Crack!"

A crack appeared on the black knife in Song Que's hand, and then it continued to expand and spread to the entire blade, shattering into pieces.

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"How could this happen?" Song Shidao looked at the Narcissus Knife in his father's hand in disbelief. This was a precious sword carefully forged by his father. It was extremely sharp and rare in the world, yet it was broken!
The hearts of the other members of the Song family sank to the bottom. Song Que was the spiritual symbol of the Song family and the pillar of the family, and his knife was actually broken.

Who wins and who loses?

"Ugh!"

Song Que sighed softly, his face full of mixed emotions, "I lost."

There is no resentment, no hatred, just three simple words: I lost.

Su Ming also stared at Song Que with a serious expression, "Your sword has not yet reached its peak. The clan leader has concerns in his heart. If you really abandon everything and have nothing else but the sword, if you can master the ninth form of the Heavenly Sword, the clan leader may not be far from breaking the void."

Now Song Que has the Song clan in his heart and is concerned about the mountains and rivers of the Han people. He hopes to restore the glory of the Han people one day. This is his belief and also the concept of the Song clan.

If in the original novel, Kou Zhong could unify the world and rebuild the mountains and rivers, Song Que's dream would come true and achieve his wish. He would surely be able to achieve a perfect Tao heart, free from worries, and get a glimpse of the way to brokenness.

As for the Grand Master, although Song Que has not reached that level, his combat power is not much different. The bigger his heart is, the stronger his sword will be.

"Tick!"

Su Ming lowered his arms, trickles of blood dripping from his fingertips. Song Que's knife was shattered by the sword energy, but it was not without cost for him. The sword energy entered his body, and his fingers that had gathered the energy into swords were also backlashed. It would be difficult for him to condense sword energy again in a short period of time.

Song Que put the hilt of the knife in his arms, "In life, one must always pursue something. As the head of the Song clan, this is the responsibility I am destined to bear. Mr. Su's swordsmanship is exquisite, but when he attacks, I always feel that it is out of tune with me. This swordsmanship does not match your sword intention."

They are opponents of the same level, so they can naturally feel each other's differences. This is not only a duel of swords and knives, but also an exchange of the two people's great principles and a collision of spiritual wills, which is far more important than a simple sword competition.

Su Ming admitted it straightforwardly, "You are right. My sword intention is just beginning, and I have not yet created my own sword technique."

When martial arts have reached a certain level, if you want to go further, you have to create your own method. Specifically, in terms of martial arts moves, you must have your own unique "skills". This unique skill is not about how powerful or mysterious it is, and it may not even be as good as the superior martial arts you originally practiced when used by others other than yourself, but it must be the most suitable for you and the strongest move that belongs to you alone!

To be precise, top masters should break away from the barriers of their predecessors, comprehend their own "Tao" and "intention", and integrate them into their own martial arts moves. Perhaps these "Tao" and "intention" are only in their infancy, or even semi-finished products derived from other people's martial arts. They are also their beliefs and will in dealing with people, and the crystallization of all martial arts insights gained from years of practicing martial arts.

Only by establishing your own style can you embark on a glorious road.

For example, Song Que's Nine Swords of Heaven, Ning Daoqi's Eight Punches of Sanda, Dugu Qiubai's Nine Swords of Dugu, Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi Fist and Sword, etc., even if someone can learn their moves, it is difficult to surpass the creator himself.

Su Ming was originally very far from this step, but his opportunity allowed him to realize his own martial arts will, and he could calmly create his own method based on it.

Song Que's experience was similar to his. After going through bloody battles, he realized the meaning of the sword, and thus created the Eight Secrets of the Heavenly Sword and the Nine Styles of Heavenly Questions.

"Master, I came here this time not only to verify the way of martial arts, but also to discuss something important with you!"

Song Que nodded, as if he had expected it, "This is not the place to talk, let's go." Then, he used his light Kung Fu skills to disappear into the jungle, and Su Ming followed closely behind.

After they left, Song Lu and his group came to the valley. Seeing the devastated scene, they all fell silent.

After a great battle, the entire valley widened hundreds of meters. The trees on both sides of the mountain walls collapsed, leaving only bare mountain walls. The stream coming from afar was also changed and flowed away from elsewhere.

Even if it was done manually, it would take several days to complete. However, it is hard to imagine that the aftermath of the battle between two people alone could have caused such consequences.

Song Shidao walked to the big bluestone where Song Que was standing, and noticed something strange. He squatted down and poked the big bluestone, but unexpectedly the stone turned into powder and disappeared.

Then, his eyes blurred and he saw a sword energy suddenly burst out from under the bluestone. He was unable to dodge and was injured by the sword energy.

"Master, be careful!"

"Uncle, I'm fine." Song Shidao covered his arm and comforted him.

Song Lu was shocked and puzzled. "Where on earth did this person come from? I have never heard of such a person in the martial arts world before. Shi Dao, contact the people in Zhongyuan as soon as possible and make sure to find out his background!"

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Songjiashan City, knife sharpening room.

Su Ming and Song Que sat opposite each other with a small square table between them. There was tea on the table, but no exquisite tea sets, only tea bowls and teapots. This showed how simple Song Que's life was.

After a few sips of tea, Song Que said calmly, "Mr. Su, you can explain why you are here."

Su Ming put down the tea bowl, stared into his eyes, and said in a gentle but firm voice, "Master, I want to help the Song clan fight for the world. What do you think?"

Song Que didn't mince words and asked directly, "Fighting for the world? Mr. Su is willing to help my Song family?"

Su Ming shook his head, "No, I'm not helping the Song family, I'm helping the Han people!"

(End of this chapter)