My enemies became my companions

Chapter 459: No. in the World (Two in One)

The sky is vast, and a pool of ink that cannot be dispersed is the rolling dark clouds. Several winding lightning pillars suddenly expand and extinguish, and beads of different sizes and colors fall between the vast sky and the vast land.

From a distance, it looked like a dense cluster of bright golden beads. All the immortals were horrified. True Lord Jinggu died suddenly. No one saw how that man attacked and then stopped. When they came to their senses, a smear of golden blood spread between heaven and earth. The sword immortal, who became more and more courageous as the battle went on and whose sword power was almost at its peak, turned into a headless ghost in the blink of an eye.

The head fell from the sky, but the immortal body was still suspended in the air, with pools of blood smearing on the large black cloud like a ball of ink. The immortals were on the verge of scattering like birds and beasts, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

A voice came from far away.
"Let's go, don't dirty my sword."

The one who spoke was a dark grass-like ink color, it was Wu Buyu.

All the immortals were hesitant, with groups of figures standing in the air, and no one going ahead. It was more like they were afraid that the one who ran first would be killed first rather than the immortal's character.

The white-haired old man did not even turn his head, and said in a cold tone:
"For hundreds of years, the well water has not interfered with the river water. Which is the well water and which is the river water? Are you blind and can't see clearly?"

As soon as the words fell, there was silence among the immortals. Then they turned into beams of light and rushed towards the Heavenly Gate, disappearing into the dark clouds, never to be seen again.

At this time, Wu Bu Yue stared straight at the person in front of him.

He seemed to be telling someone, or perhaps he was talking to himself, "All the idle people have gone."

"There is one more." Chen Yi pointed his finger downwards.

Wu Bu Yu lowered his eyes slightly and saw the huge head of Master Jinggu looking straight ahead, his eyes wide open and bloodshot, showing that he was in shock and astonishment before his death.

He sharpened his sword and armor with Chen Yi successively, just to learn from others' experience and polish his jade. He killed like a madman. He had seen the scenery on the top of the mountain and had honed his sword skills to the utmost in his life, but he died with one sword.

"He is a sword-obsessed man. It is good to have some luck, but it is still far from enough. If you can catch up with Xiao Daoping, you might be able to survive."

The white-haired old man made a semicircle with the ancient sword in his hand and said leisurely:

"I have been banishing my sword skills for a hundred years. If you die after seeing my sword skills, you can rest in peace."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Jinggu's eyes trembled and then slowly closed.

Die with your eyes closed,

Not a life in vain.

The last idler was dead. Seeing that Yu had taken Lu Ying and Yin Weiying away, Chen Yi let go of the slight worry in his heart. He looked up at the emaciated old man. He still remembered that when he first went up the mountain, he saw him like a withered grass, so he threw down his bold words. When he went up the mountain again, he saw him waving grass. Once, a piece of reed on this mountain of swordsmanship could suffocate him, but now, when he looked again, the towering mountain became narrower and taller, and turned back into a withered grass.

Not only did his body look like dead grass, but when his eyes fell on the ancient and rough sword, it was also dead grass, just like his gray stubble.

Chen Yi stared for a long time, then retracted his gaze to the sword stained with golden blood.

The sword, with the ground as its sheath, has no idea of ​​the years. The cold light of the long sword is still stronger, and its aura is stern. There seems to be a faint green light bursting from the edge of the sword, with a hissing and banging sound.

Seeing him looking at his sword, Wu Buyu raised the tip of his sword slightly and said, "Fei Heng."

Chen Yi recalled briefly and remembered that this old sword saint was once invincible in the world with his Feiheng sword. He was a disciple of Shangqing Dao, and the name of the sword naturally came from Laojun's words. However, the world's number one was a thing of the past, and the once glorious sword name had to be dug out of memory. Not to mention the sword, there were only a few words left about the Sword Emperor of Loulan who was as famous as him. It is true that the world of martial arts grows old easily, and your legend will no longer be praised by people within a thousand years.

"Now that the idlers have left, you and I don't think there's any need to gossip." Chen Yi said, suppressing his emotion.

Wu Buyu stared at Chen Yi for a moment, nodded, and said directly: "Your sword...is sharper."

"Not Kendo?"

"The sword is not the Tao, and it should not be praised lightly." The old man's words were exactly the same as before.

Chen Yi raised the Hou Kang sword in his hand, "Mine is OK."

"Sitting in a well and looking at the sky, you don't know my great achievement." Wu Buyue paused and narrowed his eyes and said, "But your sword intent is indeed something different."

Chen Yi remained silent, as if to express his agreement.

"I just don't know who's better," Wu Buyu held the sword and smiled for the first time, his eyes gleaming with brilliance, "I'll use the sword to find out."

Hou Kang's sword had been raised silently. Chen Yi didn't waste any words and just asked about the sword.

"Boy, if we are on the same level, don't blame me for being disrespectful to my elders."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old man strode forward, raised the ancient and rough sword, and suddenly chopped it down in the air. The sword was still shining coldly, and golden blood spilled. Chen Yi did not dodge or avoid, but went towards the sword shadow.

boom!
Sword light suddenly exploded between the two people. Chen Yi turned around and took advantage of the situation to turn the sword to wipe the man's neck, but missed. Wu Buyu stepped on the treetops to make a half circle and simply swung the sword again. Seeing that it was about to penetrate the flesh, Chen Yi twisted his wrist and brought the hilt down to hit the sword body, and a buzzing sound spread out.

Wu Buyu's face was as calm as water. When he put away the sword, his wrist was not stiff at all. He squatted like a rabbit, and the cold light in his hand pierced the blue sky diagonally.

Strong wind hit his face, whistling loudly. Chen Yi sank his hand, and the black sword banged away the cold light. He shrugged his shoulders, and the energy spread to the sword. He pressed it down with force, and then the sword tip immediately slashed towards his arm.

But who is Wu Bu Yue? His body floated, and in a blink of an eye he turned the sword in a subtle arc that just avoided the sword's edge. He turned his sword diagonally towards Chen Yi's arm, and his energy burst out. When he was about to return the favor, five fingers suddenly appeared on the Feiheng sword, and he clenched it tightly, holding it in mid-air.

The powerful energy from the fight between the two spread out like a "lake", and the air flow surged up from bottom to top. The thick black clouds that had accumulated in the sword pool for who knows how many years were shattered, and an invisible crack was visible in the sky.

Wu Buyu's sword vibrated, and the sword tip resonated with the qi of the two people, swinging out from between his five fingers. Chen Yi was unable to retract his hand in time, and a faint blood mark appeared on his palm. The two men distanced themselves from each other.

He clenched his fingertips towards his palm and then spread them apart, his fingertips scratching the blood.

"Good swordsmanship." Chen Yi said softly.

Wu Buyu smiled faintly and said, "What a young man to be feared."

Ever since the Dangyang Lake Sword Power Thunder Pool was smashed to pieces by Xu Qi, Wu Buyu transformed into the Three Pure Ones and stood in three sword sanctuaries. For nearly two decades, the longer he had confined himself to a circle, the higher his expectations for the swordsmanship of future generations. In the end, the young people only waited for half of it, which made him numb to disappointment.

I never thought that this man in black, who was supposed to be Xiao Daoping, had some kind of luck that allowed him to realize something new and different.

The man seemed to be bragging, and suddenly asked: "Do you think I look like a sword immortal?"

Wu Buyu's old brows relaxed, and he even smiled, saying, "A man looking at the sky from the ground is like a frog in a well. An immortal looking at the ground from the sky is no different."

He sighed and said, "In my life of more than one hundred years, I have never looked down on any sword immortal."

Chen Yi seemed dissatisfied. He made a sword flower, dancing like a black moon. He asked again: "If I don't look like a sword immortal, what do I look like?"

The white-haired old man said, with a look of sadness and joy: "Dried grass is just dried grass."

As the saying goes, there are mountains beyond mountains and there are heavens beyond heavens. After reaching the top, Wu Buyu took it as a lie. He was the leader of swordsmanship and the best in the world. He was the top of the mountains and the best in the world. He had never been defeated in the decades since he entered the martial arts world. After the battle with the Sword King of Loulan, he even reached the state of unity between man and nature. However, after reaching the top for sixty years, the old saying of the ancients that sincerity is not deceiving me finally came true. For the true man and nature, they could not defeat grass, trees, and straw. The martial arts world only sighed that the two best in the world took over. It was said that if Wu Buyu did not fight, he would still be the best in the world. However, he did not know that it was not Xu Qi who asked him for the sword, but he asked Xu Qi for the sword.

Chen Yi did not refute, but just looked at the sky calmly.

Wu Buyu spoke the following words with his sword, causing countless leaves to fly up from the treetops. He stepped on the leaves in a blink of an eye, and the powerful sword energy slashed down from the air, causing a strong wind to blow wildly, and even trees and rocks were rolling ten feet away.

Chen Yi resisted with his sword, and the sword body shook violently. Just as he separated from the Feiheng Sword that was about to kill him, he immediately felt a slight chill on his neck, and saw countless flying leaves containing sword energy rushing towards him, so dense that they almost covered the sky and the sun. He tapped a tree with one foot, and his body danced with the sword backward like the moon, smashing the sword energy into pieces. The broken leaves were scattered, and the sword energy was intertwined, cutting out dozens of grooves of varying depths!
A cold light like a rainbow piercing the sun suddenly emerged from the sword energy that Chen Yi was about to crush. The white-haired old man seemed to have merged into the flying leaves. Only at this moment did he suddenly feel murderous intent, and with unparalleled power, Chen Yi suddenly stopped and stabbed out with his sword against the majestic sword force.

The swords collided, and a circle of holes suddenly appeared in the forest beneath their feet with the two of them as the center. The dissipated sword energy crushed the wood and stone into dust, leaving only a vague dark green color.

The sound of metal and stone shook the heaven and earth belatedly, and the whistling wind separated the two figures again due to the shaking.

Wu Buyu stared forward, Chen Yi's hair fluttered wildly in the wind, broken leaves flew against his body, his figure became more majestic in the thick green, spreading across the painting...

A high mountain.

The white-haired old man held the sword, looking much younger, and murmured, "I'm here to see some high mountains!" Ever since the battle with the true celestial being Xu Qi at Dangyang Lake, he had not known what a high mountain was for a long time.

Wu Buyu stepped forward again, his figure floating up. He had no exquisite swordsmanship and no skills at all. He was like a layman who was picking up a sword for the first time. His steps were swaying and he moved with the sword, as if he was staggering out with a sword.

The sword's power continued to grow, climbing to the top of the mountain.

Chen Yi's expression remained unchanged. He strode towards him with sword in hand.

He wanted to stop the old man.

Because the mountains are high we need to look up to them.

The two arrived at the same place almost at the same time.

There were no words, no unnecessary movements, one sword came first, and then another.

Wu Buyu and Chen Yi's figures intertwined, and the sword's blade cut into an unknown area. It seemed as if he had stabbed a deep wound, and his abdomen also felt hot.

The old man turned around, his steps paused slightly, but he suddenly stood up.

In less than a blink of an eye, Hou Kang's sword pierced through his ribs, strong winds blew, and the man stepped repeatedly, disappearing and reappearing several times. Wu Buyu's chest swelled like a bellows, breathing heavily, and Chen Yi's figure seemed to be everywhere, so the old man's sword followed closely behind. Sword shadows filled the sky, complicated and chaotic, almost covering the sky and the earth, and thousands of moves were intertwined in the blink of an eye.

The two men fought extremely fast, and it was hard to tell what kind of sword techniques they used. The trees under their feet were broken and a rich indigo color spread out.

Wu Buyu's sword intent was still at its peak. Not only did he not show any signs of decline, but he became more courageous as the battle went on, and his momentum was so majestic that it could not be more majestic.

How many years has it been since he asked about the sword so thoroughly?
People only know that he went crazy after being defeated by Xu Qi, but they don’t know that his sword spirit was close to nirvana because of this. There, the so-called enlightenment through sword is just empty talk, and there is only deep despair.

In Wu Buyu's eyes, there was only the sword, and only the sword. However, even if he became one with the heaven and earth, he could never reach Xu Qi's realm!
And now, he saw something different, something he wanted to ask.

He saw Chen Yi's figure disappear more and more times and appear less and less times, like a flickering candlelight. The more he drew his sword, the harder it was to catch his figure.

Wu Buyu's breathing became more and more rapid, but his sword did not stop. He was asking the sword, asking about that thing.

What is he fighting with?
Wu Buyu heard whizzing and buzzing sounds, which were the sounds of swinging swords.

Chen Yi's vision flickered for who knows how long. Finally, the black robe disappeared completely, leaving only the sword tip. A sword shadow slashed towards him, and Wu Buyu suddenly stopped, with a cold light in his hand!
At this moment,

The sword moves made by the two were just one horizontal and one vertical.

Ink shadows spread across the sky and earth.

After the collision of metal and stone, the old man could no longer see the sword edge, and suddenly he felt empty.

What on earth was he fighting with?
Although he could still vaguely catch the shadow of the sword, Wu Buyu had no intention of distinguishing it. The sword force rose again, and unknowingly, his sword went from being majestic and powerful to being light and understated, with only ups and downs.

One sword, two swords, hundreds and thousands of swords, back and forth, the wind came from the west and went to the east, returning to where it came from, and there was still a whistling and buzzing sound in the ears.

You can't see the swords colliding, only the sword shadows going back and forth, and the shadows interweaving with each other, so there is no sound.

Wu Buyue's heart was filled with questions like the moon rising from the sea.
What on earth am I fighting against?!

At this time, even the sword shadow disappeared, leaving only the whistling and buzzing sounds beside his hand. Suddenly, the boundless sky and earth spread out like paper, and only his lonely shadow like splashed ink remained in the vast white.

I am here…

Ask the Heaven and Earth for the Sword? !

Wu Buyu had stopped and was still trying to draw his sword, but where was the sword... The sword was gone, and the man's swords spread out in all directions, becoming the sky and the earth, gently covering the dry grass in the tomb.

As a result, the vast sky rose higher and higher, and the mountains where the sky and the earth met became blurred and farther away. There was no place for the old man to stand. He was ninety thousand miles above the earth. He could not see the height of the sky or the depth of the earth. It was like falling into a lake, floating lightly like a mayfly between heaven and earth.

The old man stopped talking. Even the whizzing and buzzing sounds of swords could no longer be heard. His heart was as quiet as the world and he was in a deep silence.

The superior and the inferior have been distinguished,

Just the best in the world.

…………

Blood was dripping down, and a bloody man was standing on the ground. Chen Yi was covered with scars and the pain was spreading from near to far.

He was like fragile porcelain, with numerous hideous and twisted cracks. If he moved a little, blood would still splatter. The ground beneath his feet was a mess, and all the trees in the mountains were bowing their heads.

Compared to him, the old man seemed much better.

There was only one hideous crack.

But what a coincidence is that it happens to be in the heart.

The two of them stood on their feet without knowing when. Chen Yi took a deep breath, his knees softened, and he was about to put away his sword, but he raised his head suddenly and heard the old voice,
"Can you still draw your sword?"

Wu Bu Yue hasn't died yet!
In the distant sky, a ripple appeared in the blue sky, as if a door was opened, and two white-haired shadows "pushed the door open" and flew over. They were both "Wu Bu Yue".

In the Sword Village, Sword Tomb and Sword Pond, the three Wu Buyue gathered here.

Chen Yi took a deep breath and finally couldn't hold it anymore and said, "That's too disrespectful to the elderly."

Immediately, his eyes remained the same as before and he said, “But it’s all the same.”

"Different."

In the midst of the ethereal nothingness, the two Wu Buyu walked towards the heartbroken Wu Buyu. The old man stood there, his hoarse voice stretched out very long,

"I've never had it so good. Xu Qi's realm is just like this."

An indescribable aura spread out, and Chen Yi's eyes trembled slightly. He... had also reached this level!

Wu Buyu's dull old eyes sparkled with brilliance, and his mouth began to hum:
"One more sword strike, you better watch out."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Yi stood up with his sword in hand, the tip of the sword thrusting straight out.

A flash of sword light came later but arrived first, and the old man slowly moved down as if he had merged into the sword, as if he had become a new world, and slashed over.

The sword creates heaven and earth.

"This sword was not made by nature..." The old man said loudly: "I made it, I made it!"

The first tone is low, the second tone is high, and then it stops abruptly.

Chen Yi's sword fell into the air, and the expected sound of metal and stone did not appear. When he looked up again, Wu Buyu was no longer there.

The world was in complete silence.
But it dissipated in the sword...

First, write from far to near, then from sword moves, sword energy, and sword meaning from near to far, slowly and freely. I wrote it three times and finally completed this draft.

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