Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 775 Pure Yang Sword Formation
This is a sword tower.

Misty rain, Jiangnan, sword.

After I stepped on the steps, the Eight Directions sword intent rose, and the wind and rain were precarious.

It seems that as long as I take another step forward, the wind and rain will instantly take away my true Qi cultivation, and all my understanding of Taoism in my life will be blown away by the wind and rain.

Taking a step back, I am still the eternal sword master, with endless sword energy, killing everything in the universe.

It can even cut through this dilapidated small building in the misty rain with a single sword.

In or out?

Those who are eager for quick success will inevitably choose to retreat.

However, if I take a step back from this, I will never have the opportunity to correct the flaws in my swordplay in my life.

The Eternal Sword Master represents the supreme achievement of swordsmanship, unrivaled in realm.However, a high realm does not mean the perfection of kendo. The detours and setbacks I have taken in the past on the kendo are still there, just because the improvement of the realm has become insignificant.

Undecided, he suddenly thought, why is this building a sword building?

If Yuhua chose this building and broke it down with a single blow, then what's the point of the existence of the sword building?
After thinking about it, I can only attribute this to the dark world. There is God's will in the dark world. I practice swords, so Ying Jie gave birth to a sword tower.

Just when I was hesitant to make a decision, a flute sound suddenly came out from the sword tower, and the floating song lured me to listen to it.

At the beginning, there was sorrow, such as resentment and admiration, such as weeping and complaining.

Gradually, the style of music became more and more deserted, just like people drifting away, separated by mountains and seas, and their backs disappeared.

There is sword intent hidden in the flute, which cannot be obtained if lost.

After listening to the song quietly, I walked through the rain curtain and walked into the sword tower.

There is no seat in the sword tower, it is empty.

Standing by the window opposite the door was a man wearing a bamboo hat and a black Taoist robe.

The man is holding a jade flute in his arms, the music is full of love, and the sword is hidden in the flute.

The man was facing me sideways, with the bamboo hat pressed down so low that I couldn't see his face, but this figure seemed somewhat familiar to me, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it before.

"As expected of the Eternal Sword Master, there is no room for flaws in the sword." The man said lightly.

"If it wasn't for the sound of your flute, I might not have entered this sword tower." I said.

"Why did you come?" the man asked.

"Come for the sword."

"Where is the sword?"

"The sword is..."

I thought I knew everything about the sword, but when the man asked me where the sword was, I suddenly concluded that I couldn't give an accurate answer.

The sword of thousands of prophecies is in my hand, but since I entered the sword building, this sword has lost contact with me.

This is very strange, although I have a sword in my hand, but I don't have a sword in my heart.

I lowered my head and stared at the sword of thousands of prophecies, staring at the black and white runes on it seriously and intently.

Gradually, my thoughts were stripped away, and the sword of thousands of prophecies was constantly changing in my hands, sometimes like a red apricot swaying in the wind, sometimes like a lotus leaf twirling with the wind.

Like an umbrella in rainy days, a hoe in the field.

A cook's spoon, a butcher's knife, a painter's pen, a beauty's...hand.

This is obviously a sword, with cold light shining and sharp lines, but when I stare at it seriously, it looks like everything, except it doesn't look like a sword.

"Where is the sword?" the man in black asked again.

My heart started to flutter because I lost my sword.

Then a huge panic gripped my heart, the battle of Heaven and Dao was imminent, I could lose everything except my sword.

I cast my divine sense to my porch, reflecting everything in the porch, but I still haven't found a trace of the sword.

What is the sword?
A peerless swordsman, all plants, trees, bamboo and stones can be used as swords.

And I hold the hilt of the sword in my hand, but I don't know where the sword is?

"Supernatural powers, spells, moves, and killing are not swords." The man in black said.

"Then, what is a sword?"

"The sword has nothing to do with life and death, love or hate. It is neither protection, nor revenge, nor bravery, nor life to death. It is neither good nor evil..."

"Quickly, what is the sword?" I asked loudly, feeling more and more frightened, because what he said was exactly what I understood about swords in the past.

"The sword is the grave." The man finally gave me the answer.

"why?"

"Deliberately pursuing the highest swordsmanship is tantamount to digging one's own grave. The swordsmanship is endless. The so-called eternal sword master is just a poor man who was buried by the sword all his life."

"Are you trying to spoil my mood?" I asked coldly.

"Hehe, you should know what I said is right, and you must have seen someone buried by a sword in your life."

What the man said reminded me of Lu Chunyang.

A man who lived by the sword and died by the sword.

In Lu Chunyang's life, apart from the sword, there is nothing else that fetters his heart.

Even, his whole life can be fully summed up with only one sword character.

Unfortunately, without the sword, he is nothing and has nothing.

"I am different from him. A sword is a sword, and I am me."

"Hehe, if you really did what you said, then why are you afraid? If you don't have a sword in your hand at this moment, do you still have the courage to face the way of heaven?"

I am silent again.

The sword has long been invisible and has become my body.

Without a sword, I would never have come to where I am today, let alone have the courage to fight against Heaven.

"I still have friends, I have a wife, and I have tens of thousands of demonic disciples who are not afraid of death. I have faith, and I bear the fate of all beings in the three realms and six realms."

"If you don't have a sword, what else do you have?"

"I... I have nothing."

Without a sword, I am a mortal man, and none of the above will concern me.

Because I have neither the corresponding strength nor the courage to undertake it.

Unexpectedly, a man could break my defense with a few words, and I began to regret entering this sword tower. If I didn't enter the sword tower, I would still be the master of the eternal sword, and I could destroy it with a light strike.

Unfortunately, it is too late for me to regret now.

I lost my sword, and I will be imprisoned in the sword tower forever.

Unless, I can find my sword.

It was drizzling rain outside the window, and the rain screen blocked my sight and my perception of the sword.

A loud sound.

The man drew out the sword in the flute and came to me.

The bamboo hat is still pressed very low, I can't see his face, but I can feel his indomitable murderous intent.

The sword tower is an enchantment and a magic circle, and the main man in the circle is the man in black in front of him.

From the moment I stepped on the steps, the formation has been activated, and now I am in the building, all directions are dead, and I cannot escape.

However, arrays are dead things, and people are living things.

If there is a life gate in this formation, it must be on the man in black in front of him.

He was the one who sealed this formation, and at the same time, he was the only flaw in this formation.

The question is, how do I find a flaw in him.

The sword of the man in black is not fast, although the murderous intent is strong enough, but as the master of the eternal sword, all sword techniques are taboo.

Even if I lose this identity, the chaotic sword body still retains some residual prestige.

The sword was very slow, but after all, it stabbed a little bit.

It was my Shenting acupoint that was stabbed.

A hot stream gushed out, and the blood fell down from the forehead. It just happened to fall on my hand holding the sword, and slid into the sword body.

The moment my blood was connected, I found my own sword. At the same moment, the sword of the man in black stopped abruptly, unable to penetrate any more.

I didn't fight back, and I didn't say a word more.

Turned around, walked out of the small building, and walked into the rain.

"Why didn't you kill me?" the man in black asked loudly behind me.

"I've already killed you once, why repeat the same story again?"

"You know who I am?"

"The sword is the tomb. This sentence is probably only you who can say it, Lu Chunyang."

After being called out by me, Lu Chunyang's voice changed, becoming extremely resentful, "Xie Lan, you are also a person in the tomb, without the sword, you are nothing."

"You are wrong, even without a sword, I am still me."

"Ha ha."

"I chose the sword, not the sword chose me. The sword itself is great enough, but the one who uses the sword is truly great."

After the words closed, I flew through the wind and rain with my sword and flew to the first tower.

Behind me, the dilapidated sword building could no longer withstand the ravages of wind and rain, and collapsed with a bang.

Lu Chunyang's last obsession with the sword disappeared along with the sword tower.

(End of this chapter)