The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 386 The Sword Saint Returns to His Peak, Ethereal Sword Technique vs. Holy Spirit Sword Technique
Dugu Jiansheng's gaze was like lightning. Under his sword heart's perception, there were no other monks in the entire temple, only the gray-robed monk in front of him. His voice grew colder and colder, "You dismissed the disciples in the temple to stop me?"

The monk Buxu showed a compassionate expression and sighed, "Benefactor, you are obsessed with swordsmanship. You came here in the past to seek an enemy, and you have come here again to seek an opponent. However, I know that I am no match for you, but I am willing to risk my life to stop you from seeking an enemy!"

The Sword Saint's long, white hair moved without wind, and his cold brows furrowed. "The same was true of the Monk Emperor back then, and his disciples were the same. But you couldn't stop me. Even if the Monk Emperor were alive, he couldn't stop me. It was the same then, and it is the same now. Since I entered this world, apart from the Nameless One, I have sensed a sword intent appearing in the world. Only then did I realize that there are still people in this world who can make me draw my sword. How can I remain unmoved!"

"I don't have much time left. After being defeated by Nameless, I sat in solitude for more than twenty years, hoping to fight Nameless again, but I received news of Nameless's death. I have a long sword in my hand, but there is no one who can fight me. This is the greatest regret of my life."

"Now that this person has appeared, he is an opponent bestowed upon me by heaven. Now, do you want me to give up?" His words were stern, his emotions were excited, and a trace of sword energy overflowed. In an instant, the fallen leaves on the ground were shredded by the sword energy and turned into dust.

The Sword Saint has been invincible for a long time. He became famous at a young age and created the Holy Spirit Sword Technique. His Holy Spirit Sword Technique dominated the world, and for twenty years, almost no one could rival him.

Back then, the Tianchi assassins were notorious for their ruthlessness, killing anyone who could get their hands on them, incurring the wrath of the martial arts world. The heroes of the martial arts world, no match for the Tianchi assassins, resolutely sought the help of the Sword Saint. The Sword Saint unleashed a massacre, killing 108 Tianchi assassins and forcing their leader, Tong Huang, to flee in haste, hiding his identity for decades. Only twelve Tianchi assassins remained alive in the world.

Later, in order to find a swordsman who could fight him, he went to Miyin Temple and forced the monk emperor to use the "Mirror of Reflection" to help him find someone in the Central Plains of China who could rival him in the way of swordsmanship.

Now, Wuming is no longer alive, and he is old. He no longer has the energy to search for people all over the world, so he has come here again.

Monk Buxu looked down at the broom in his hand and saw that the originally smooth broom had a straight crack, splitting it in two. "Benefactor Dugu, not long ago, the fate of the heavens changed drastically. I used the technique passed down by my master to calculate and found that the person's future was closely connected with the Great Calamity of a Thousand Autumns."

"If you, Benefactor Dugu, were to fight him, not only would you be unable to protect yourself, but it would also affect the future situation. I urge you to consider the well-being of all people and abandon this attempt to find an enemy."

The Sword Saint frowned. "So what? I only seek a worthy opponent. The great calamity will be dealt with by others. Now that I'm here, I'm determined to accomplish it. Since you've said so, I can promise you I won't harm him!"

Seeing the Sword Saint's unwavering resolve, Monk Buxu sighed. He had already resolved to die today, but the Sword Saint's change in attitude had taken him by surprise. After a moment's thought, he nodded, "Alas, this is the only way."

Immediately, he began to calculate the secrets of heaven and told Sword Saint Su Ming his approximate location.

……

"boom!"

The autumn rain carried a desolate loneliness, and a chilling coldness spread between heaven and earth. Under the thin curtain of rain, the villagers were busy taking shelter from the rain, and there was no one to be seen in the fields.

Su Ming walked along the road, raindrops fell, but they did not wet his clothes at all, and there was not a speck of mud on his feet. His blue robe remained unchanged.

In the distance, there is a lake, with intertwined vegetation on its shores, their shapes reflecting each other. A thin mist hangs over the lake, and the distant mountains reveal their hazy, indistinct outlines in the white fog.

At the edge of the lake, a burly old man with white hair and beard walked slowly, following a vague sense of direction. His direction was exactly opposite to Su Ming's. The drizzle fell on him, but was deflected by a hidden sword aura, leaving him clean.

This is?

As Su Ming walked slowly through the rain, his eyes narrowed slightly. He sensed a sword intent, very faint yet very pure, a rare quality in the world. In the world of Fengyun, there are many masters of swordsmanship, but before Fengyun rose to prominence, there were only a handful of masters who could reach this level. Who could it be?
Thinking of this, Su Ming looked at the God-Slaying Sword at his waist. The slender blade was wrapped in a wooden scabbard, but it was trembling slightly, as if it had sensed something.

Not long after, two figures slowly emerged on the horizon.

Under the rain, the Sword Saint saw it, and so did Su Ming.

They finally met each other's eyes when they were several feet apart.

The void between the two seemed to explode with thunderous roars, and clusters of strange flowers and flames suddenly lit up where their eyes met.

"It's you!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, the Sword Saint's eyes widened, his full head of silver-white hair stood on end like flames, and his eyes shone brightly, an indescribable joy filling his heart.

Guided by the monk Buxu, he searched for a whole month and finally found the person here.

He had never seen the person in front of him before, but he had seen the sword intent hidden within him.

The rain was still falling; they were all in the rain, yet not in the rain.

Looking at the old man's gray, withered body and the indomitable sword intent between his brows, Su Ming immediately recognized him. "Sword Saint Dugu, you've come to see me?"

Sword Saint Dugu's eyes seemed to flash with sword shadows before finally settling on Su Ming's sword. "Indeed, I came here specifically to find you. I can sense your sword; it is a fine sword."

Su Ming placed one hand on the hilt of the sword and nodded slightly. "It is indeed a fine sword, but it will not be drawn until the Peerless Sword is seen today."

He remembered that Ren Piaomiao's sword was also called the Peerless Sword, but this Peerless Sword was not the same as that Peerless Sword, and the person was not the same either.

The Sword Saint understood the swordsman's pride. "That's a pity. I wonder who in this world can draw it. It must also be hoping for a worthy opponent. Unfortunately, I have long since abandoned my sword. Today, I will fight you for the sake of battle, not for life or death."

"No, to me, this battle is unfair."

Dugu Sword Saint frowned. "What do you mean? Do you look down on my sword?"

Su Ming shook his head. "No, the Sword Saint's Holy Spirit Sword Technique is renowned throughout the world, and I dare not underestimate it. However, the Sword Saint today is old and frail, and while we can fight, he cannot fully enjoy himself. You have defeated countless enemies throughout your life and are obsessed with swords, yet you have been sitting in seclusion for many years, and your life force is already like a rotten tree. Even if this battle is not to be decided by life or death, you will surely die from exhaustion. The world will lose another peerless swordsman, wouldn't that be a pity?"

He admires pure people because he cannot be like them. People always yearn for what they do not have. Everyone knows that the Sword Saint's swordsmanship is unmatched, but they do not know how much he has given up and sacrificed for the way of the sword.

Everyone admires Brother Dog's innocent heart and extraordinary opportunities, but few people care that he lost both parents at a young age and was separated from them.

The Sword Saint laughed heartily, causing the surrounding rain to swirl back. When his laughter subsided, he finally spoke, "Before I came here, I was prepared to die, but I have no regrets! Indeed, I have no regrets. It was the same back then, and it is the same now. Without an opponent, wouldn't this life be meaningless? More than death, I fear the loneliness of my sword."

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

This statement is very fitting for the Sword Saint. For the sake of the sword, he can sacrifice everything, even his own life. However, while he pursues the sword, he is not obsessed with his own power and resorts to any means necessary.

This was the first powerful swordsman he encountered in the world of Fengyun, and someone he had long wanted to fight. Who wouldn't want to witness the renowned Holy Spirit Sword Technique?

"For the sake of this battle and for the sake of the way of the sword, I am willing to lend the Sword Saint a hand and restore your life."

However, faced with the temptation of returning to his peak, the Sword Saint refused without hesitation, saying, "Forget it. Restoring vitality would consume too much of your energy. If we were to fight next, it would be difficult for you to maintain your peak condition. Therefore, it is not advisable."

As a swordsman, his swordsmanship told him that what the other party said was true, but he did not want to believe it.

Su Ming shook his head slightly, "It's nothing, it's just a small matter for me." "Sword Saint, be careful." As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ming gathered his true energy in his palm, and a powerful vitality flowed through his body, his long black hair flying in the rain.

Sensing the other party's sincerity, the Sword Saint's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Alright, I accept this offer."

Immediately, he flashed to Su Ming's side and extended his palm.

A surge of vitality flowed from Su Ming's arm into the Sword Saint's body. However, as the vitality flowed, Su Ming noticed that the Sword Saint's body was already riddled with holes.

Sword energy circulated constantly within his meridians and acupoints, draining his life force. He actually forged himself into a sword!

This training method is extremely painful, as one has to endure the pain of sword energy entering the body every moment. An ordinary person would have gone mad under such unbearable pain, but the Sword Saint remained calm and composed.

At this moment, Su Ming once again admired his strong will and swordsmanship.

The life force formed by the shimmering white light flowed through his body, passing through all the meridians. The Sword Saint stood there, feeling the long-lost warmth, and the pain in his body lessened considerably, even though he had long been used to it.

As Su Ming channeled more and more life force into him, the damaged meridians in his body were gradually restored, and his white hair gradually turned black, becoming mottled white.

His skill is amazing!

Sensing the changes within himself, the Sword Saint was also extremely surprised. The young man before him possessed unfathomable skill, seemingly without end. He truly deserved to be the opponent he had chosen!

An hour later, Su Ming withdrew his hand.

At this moment, the Sword Saint had changed his appearance. His withered body had regained its vitality, the wrinkles on his face had faded, and many black hairs had appeared in his gray hair. He did not look like an old man in his seventies.

The Sword Saint clenched his fist, feeling the surge of power within him. He turned and bowed to Su Ming, saying, "I owe you a favor. If you ever need my help in the future, I will go through fire and water to do it for you."

Su Ming returned the greeting with clasped hands, "Sword Saint, you flatter me. I only wish to witness the Sword Saint at his peak, so that this battle will leave no regrets. It is not an act of kindness."

"Alright, let's settle this with our swords and make this battle without any regrets."

"Right on my mind!"

……

On the lakeside, Su Ming and Dugu Jiansheng stood facing each other.

Even though they didn't make any moves, they were surrounded by dense sword energy, making it extremely difficult for anyone to even breathe in such a space.

Ordinary martial artists who get close will be torn apart by the sword energy surrounding the two.

The power of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique goes without saying. Sword Twenty-Three is a rare sword technique that transcends the mortal realm. The current Sword Saint has not reached this level of swordsmanship, but he still felt the terror of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique!
At this moment, the sword energy was dense and overwhelming, like a vast and unrestrained ocean.

The Sword Saint had reached the state of oneness with his sword. After regaining his vitality, he surpassed his previous peak. Every movement he made could unleash boundless sword energy.

"Jianyi!"

Without a word, the Sword Saint laughed loudly, his hands forming sword fingers, and with a surge of energy, the Holy Spirit Sword Technique reappeared in the world.

A dazzling sword aura burst forth from his body in an instant, simple as a child wielding a wooden stick, and as soon as it appeared, it slashed towards Su Ming like lightning.

The sword energy fell, but only four feet away from Su Ming, it stirred up ripples, and the raindrops burst into foam.

Su Ming's eyes flashed with fighting spirit, and he shouted softly, "Sword One, Break!"

Ethereal Sword Technique vs. Holy Spirit Sword Technique!

As the sound rang out, a sharp sword aura appeared out of thin air, seemingly capable of piercing anything!
The Sword Saint's sword was shattered in an instant. The remaining sword energy destroyed the Sword Saint's sword, but its momentum did not diminish, and it slashed towards the Sword Saint. He slightly turned his body, and a strand of long hair fell with the wind.

Despite his initial setback, the Sword Saint's eyes shone even brighter, his fighting spirit soaring. He laughed excitedly, "This is your sword! It's indeed not bad. Come, take my Holy Spirit Sword Technique again!"

Immediately, he shouted and leaped forward, his sword fingers changing rapidly. Endless sword energy, as if it didn't care about its own life, rained down on Su Ming. Layers of sword shadows even solidified from the ethereal, almost becoming tangible, like the surging waves of a vast ocean, parting the wind and breaking the rain, splitting mountains and cleaving peaks.

"Sword Two!"

"Sword Three!"

With a light tap of his toes and a stretch of his arms, Su Ming rose into the air like a swallow, disappearing into the misty rain. He formed a sword with his fingers, and streams of ever-changing sword energy flowed between heaven and earth.

"Sword Two, empty!"

"JX3, fly!"

……

From Sword One to Sword Eighteen, from Sword One to Sword Eight, there are two completely different sword techniques: one is a sword with feelings, and the other is a sword without feelings.

Indeed, Sword One through Sword Eighteen was jointly created by the Sword Saint and Miyamoto Yukie. Its sword strikes are incredibly fast and exceptionally sharp. Sword Eighteen was created by taking the meaning of the inexhaustible threes and the infinite sixes. It can trap enemies with a sword net and is a sword technique with compassion.

Ren Piaomiao's swordsmanship, from beginning to end, is a ruthless sword, relying on endless variations and following the path of one sword giving rise to ten thousand techniques.

Sword beams sliced ​​through the wind and rain, shooting straight up for tens of feet. The rain curtain between heaven and earth seemed to have been torn open before disappearing into the horizon.

"What excellent swordsmanship! What's its name?" Dugu Sword Saint stood on the lake, staring at Su Ming, and suddenly asked.

"The Ethereal Sword Technique!"

Dugu Sword Saint nodded and said, "What a fine ethereal sword technique! It is infinitely varied and deeply captures the essence of etherealness. However, this sword technique is not in harmony with your own sword intent, so it must not have been created by you. I really want to see the person who created this sword technique and see the true ethereal sword technique."

(End of this chapter)