It doesn't matter what the lord is.

But only Garberd himself knew that he really wanted to win and it had nothing to do with anyone else.

He hadn't experienced this feeling for many years, the feeling of his brain working at full speed, the feeling of the youth's spirit gathering throughout his body. It was as if he had a sword in his hand, and all the changes in the world were in his mind.

Every attribute was overwhelmingly insufficient, and this time he was not given any time to make up for the deficiencies.

Garberd clenched his sword tightly. He kept dodging the Golden Giant's violent attacks. He no longer cared whether the soldiers behind him were dead or alive, or how the earth was damaged. All his attention was focused on the opponent in front of him.

There was no flaw in the Golden Star Giant. Or rather, because of the huge gap in realm, it was impossible for the tenth-level swordsman, Garberd, to find the flaw in the twelfth-level Golden Star Giant.

But it didn't matter. He had experienced this feeling countless times in his life. He had felt the same way every time he fought with others in the first half of his life. Despair overwhelmed him like a tide, and he couldn't see a ray of light above or below. He had always been groping for the rules of victory in such a dark and cold environment, turning the impossible into the possible.

If you don't have enough talent, then you won't practice sword skills?

Did you choose to retreat without support?

Have you decided to give up because of your physical limits?

A sword is not such a thing.

Humans are not such creatures.

On the other two battlefields, the Silver Giant stopped attacking the Hidden Guard Commander and turned to look at the Golden Giant. The Spiritual Martial Lord also put away the pale golden flame, hovering in the air, looking in that direction. The focus of the battlefield has shifted from the duel between the armies to the battle of trump cards between the two sides, although this battle is full of the absurdity of an ant trying to shake a tree.

The golden giant punched down, the sound of metal humming, and the fist broke through the wind and snow, and the turbulence formed a violent vortex. Garberd held the sword with both hands and chopped it down fiercely, and the fist and sword collided, and the world was shaking.

Garberd spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. The golden giant put away his fist, but there was a hint of confusion on his face.

Just now, it had a feeling of punching itself in the mirror.

There was actually a bit of its artistic conception in the sword of Garberd. Although it was not fully revealed due to the huge power gap, the Golden Giant still found it incredible. It was born to stand on a high place, able to look down on the world, so its fist was flawless in terms of power, speed, and accuracy, and it also carried a kind of pressure that was so strong that it could make ghosts and gods scare away. But the human in front of him, who had not broken through the shackles of the tenth level, was able to catch up with it?

The golden giant changed his fist into a palm, and he didn't intend to knock the mosquito-like Gabriel away, but wanted to grab him and crush him directly.

But Garberd swung his sword again, and his body fell rapidly to the ground, falling into the snow.

He climbed up, breathing heavily, his eyes slightly narrowed, his whole body shaking, but the sword in his hand was held very steadily.

A ray of light seemed to appear in the abyss of despair.

However, that light is too far away and ordinary people cannot reach it at all.

His body was already very tired. Even if he ran towards the ray of light, he would most likely die of exhaustion on the way. He was now like being in the middle of the ocean. He knew the location of the land, but it was a pipe dream to cross the boundless sea by human power.

Garberd exhaled, and blood rolled down his clothes and fell to the ground. The gray-haired, skinny old man raised his head again and stared at the golden giant, releasing the sword energy in his body.

Not without fear, not without awe.

But before giving up, the body had already taken action on its own.

How to win? Galberd didn't know.

But if you get knocked down, you must get up. Only then can you be called a swordsman!

Where in the world is there a truly invincible person? Where in the world is there a strong person who never changes? What makes humans greater than other races is not how talented they are at birth, but that they can strive forward even without talent. They regroup, learn and grow again and again, and finally achieve victory over the strong with the weak, and victory over the strong with the weak!

There was thunder and lightning in the sky, and the flying snow turned into heavy rain and fell down.

90. The Master of Eight Hundred Years of Kendo

Garberd held the sword in his hand, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and his robes billowing in the wind.

Alaia wiped her eyes vigorously, and seemed to see countless people holding swords standing behind Garberd. She had seen many of them in portraits in history books, but the real people were far more oppressive than those in the pictures.

Garberd raised his sword high, and so did the others.

Eight hundred years ago, the great swordsman Hamil had three apprentices, who passed down the art from generation to generation for hundreds of years, forming the Dragon-Tiger Style, Crane Style, and Scorpion-Tail Style. Fifty years ago, Garberd was defeated by the masters of the three schools one after another, but he absorbed all the essence of their schools.

Seven hundred years ago, the great swordsman Mochizuki Qing founded the Cangyue Style. Six hundred years ago, another great swordsman who used two swords emerged in the Cangyue Style, and the style was renamed Niten Cangyue Style. Forty-five years ago, Garberd had three ribs broken by the head of the Niten Cangyue Style, and was thrown out of the gym by the collar, with blood and dust mixed into a dirty ball, looking miserable.

Five hundred years ago, the sword style was popular in the world, and quick attack became the standard of kendo. Although the sword style declined later, it was still popular in the southern region. Thirty-eight years ago, Garberd sold all his belongings and walked to Nanchu. He met Hamchi, the inheritor of the sword style, and was killed instantly by a single sword. This was the most serious injury he had ever suffered. His skull was cracked, and he was seeing stars. He was only a hair's breadth away from death.

In addition, there are Guhua Tianxin Style, Fulong Zhenhai Style, Shinto Wunian Style, Yuanming New Style, Honma Ninryu...

Every sword art that has been handed down from generation to generation must have its own unique features. They are all created by geniuses who have spent their entire lives, and then perfected by countless swordsmen in later generations. Each move contains a heavy past.

It took a long time for Garberd to learn, and he lost all the battles, but he also memorized all the sword skills.

All the sword arts that have been famous in the world for eight hundred years are concentrated in one person.

Are humans weak?

Perhaps. Their bodies are so fragile that they will break and collapse at the slightest touch in such a storm.

But since their birth, humans have never given up climbing higher. They are greedy, full of curiosity, and never satisfied. Take kendo as an example. The rise of a kendo will trigger many beginners to imitate it, but one day it will be defeated by another kendo. So some people will learn the emerging kendo, and some people will study the old kendo, which will eventually create a situation of a hundred schools of thought contending with each other.

When they were studying kendo, they never thought about any limits!

The golden giant kicked out like a ball, digging his toes into the ground, stirring up a torrent of mud and water. The sword in Garberd's hand changed its starting position several times, and finally chose to resist head-on. The sword energy overflowed, and after Garberd held on for a few seconds, his body was pushed back by the huge force, carving two grooves on the ground like a wooden plow.

However, he was not kicked away as the Golden Giant had imagined.

The blood was washed away by the rain until its color faded. With his eyes half closed, Gabrielbod's ears were filled with the sound of wind and thunder.

The Golden Giant frowned and looked up at the sky. It felt that the lightning in front of it was very familiar. After a brief moment of distraction, it suddenly remembered that it had seen a similar phenomenon when it was promoted to a higher realm. Now its power was very peaceful, and it was obvious that this lightning was not caused by it.

The golden giant was shocked, and for the first time, his eyes were moved. He looked down, and saw Garberd looking up at him, with the same smile on his face.

The old man seemed to be completely unaware of the strange phenomena in the world. He just held the sword and sighed:

"Kendo is really interesting."

The smile on his face was the same as when he was young. One could even see some traces of his youth.

The Golden Giant clenched his fists, wanting to throw a punch to end the fight as quickly as possible.

But it was too late.

At the moment when the golden giant clenched his fist, purple lightning poured down from the sky and bombarded Garberd. Lightning was buzzing all over his body, and his sword was shining brightly.

The Hidden Guards commander, whose clothes were soaked by the rain, covered his mouth and coughed up blood while suddenly raising his head. His eyes, like those of a dead man, unconsciously widened. He found that Garberd's realm was slowly becoming blurred. In the past, he could clearly see Garberd's realm. Even though Garberd was much stronger than him, they were both in the tenth realm, so this information was not difficult to obtain.

But now suddenly I can't.

Alaiya's breathing became even more rapid. She had only seen such a powerful sword energy once in her life, when Qingyun swung his sword to ask the sky. It was obvious that Garberd must have reached a realm she had never seen before. Alaiya also clenched the sword in her hand, staring at Garberd closely, trying to remember every move he made in her mind.

There was total silence between heaven and earth, with only the sound of heavy rain.

The Lingwu Lord was the only one who was not affected by any rain, as the rain had evaporated before it reached her.

She looked at Garberd and said in a voice that no one could hear:

"Raise your head, Garberd. Behind you is the eight hundred years of history of the rise and fall of swordsmanship. At this moment, you are truly the best in the world."

Garberd exhaled a breath of foul air, as if he had a lot of insights in an instant, but he just sighed:

"From today on, there should be a Sword God above the Sword Master."

As the sword came out, lightning exploded and heaven and earth resonated.

The golden giant seemed to have sensed something, his eyes were cold, and he no longer had any reservations. His fist became red hot, and a destructive force seemed to be expanding in his originally dark golden body, and finally his entire arm was like magma, leaping with clusters of flames.

It knew that desperately pushing forward its power would only accelerate the growth of the black crystals in its heart, but it had no other choice.

Because it must win this battle, the giants will have a future.

The golden giant roared angrily and punched Garberd. The surging heat wave directly evaporated the heavy rain, and the shock wave smashed the ground into pieces.

When the dust settled, it looked around, but there was no sign of Garberd anywhere.

The Golden Star Giant felt a little relieved and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly found that he could no longer retract his right arm that he had swung out.

No perception, totally out of control.

The next moment, it suddenly saw the figure of Garberd near its shoulder. Its red hot arm, starting from the fingers of the clenched fist, cracked and disintegrated inch by inch. It was cut into a pile of pieces by countless sword moves in just that instant. The hot blood flowed like a great river straight down to the sky, smashed and flowed on the ground.

No one could see how many swords Gabriel Bode had used, all he could see was broken purple electric flashes.

91. Two Kinds of Kendo, Two People

The sword in Gabriel's hand, which was already full of jagged teeth, broke into pieces, leaving only the hilt still tightly held in his palm.

He fell from a high altitude, and at first it was at a normal speed, but soon his toes turned into purple lightning. In the blink of an eye, it flashed several times around the Golden Star Giant. This time, let alone the wind and rain, even the space around the Golden Star Giant had a clear sense of fragmentation, as if the world in the field of vision was divided into many pieces by the sword energy, making people unable to believe their eyes for a while.

Raging purple thunder descended from the sky, and tens of thousands of tons of snow on the ground flew up together.

I am the heaven and the earth, I am everything, I am the strongest!

But I am also a loser, a seeker of knowledge, and the weakest being.

The frenzied sword energy exploded layer by layer, and even Alayya, who had already retreated to the outside of the battlefield, was knocked to the ground. She tried her best to hold the two swords in front of her. The armor and sleeves of her arms all exploded. The long sword [Youlong] in her left hand could not withstand the power of heaven and earth, and was blasted with cracks by the sword energy of Gabrielberd.

The lower-level giants who were close by died in unclear circumstances. There were only a handful of people who were qualified to stand between heaven and earth.

When [Wandering Dragon] exploded, the sharp sword energy instantly cut two wounds on Alaya's face, and blood flowed out. Next to her, Xiluo was not much better, and his right arm that was blocking in front of him was already bleeding. Just when the two were about to collapse, a red figure fell from the sky, and the Lingwu Lord swung his long red sleeves, and the sword energy approaching Alaya and Xiluo was immediately blocked outside.

The world is filled with the sound of metal and the whistling sound of swords!

Alayya stared at the Lingwu Lord who was standing there, but the Lingwu Lord didn't even look at her.

The lightning that flashed across the body of the golden giant finally dissipated.

The figure of Garberd finally appeared behind the golden giant, at a higher place than it. The wrinkled old man had his back to it, his gray hair billowing in the wind. He slightly hunched his body, closed his eyes, and made a gesture of sheathing his sword. Although there was no sheath around his waist, and the sword in his hand had no blade.

He stubbornly completed this action that symbolized glory for a swordsman, and the next moment, the body of the golden giant fell apart piece by piece. The shocking scene made everyone present lose their minds. The golden giant, who was at the twelfth level and as huge as a mountain, collapsed with a loud bang. It was not just a normal fall, but turned into a pile of falling pieces.

Then, in the pyramid-like ruins of flesh and blood, the heart of the Golden Giant suddenly exploded, and a ball of red light rose straight into the sky and flew towards the north. The Lingwu Lord's eyes followed the gradually moving red light until it disappeared from his sight, and then he looked at the human sword god who was slowly landing.

When Garberd landed, the red rope of his sandals broke, and then his feet made a sound like a broken machine breaking down. His dry skin and flesh burst open, his tendons and veins broke like old rubber bands, and his bones began to fall off bit by bit.

He didn't turn around, perhaps because he was no longer able to do this simple action.

Garberd slowly opened his eyes. There was no light in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had lost his sight. He moved his lips and said loudly:

"I owed you a favor that year, and I'm returning it to you today."

No one could understand what he was saying, only the Lingwu Lord said calmly:

"You never owe me anything, and you don't have to pay me back."

Garberd raised his hand, his five fingers broke apart, and the broken sword in his hand fell to the ground, shattering into powder along with the hilt.

Alaiya stared at all this, forgetting to breathe for a moment. She suddenly remembered the gloomy look in her young master's eyes when he came back from the capital that year, and the look of Qingyun, who was half her master, before his death, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Born to be extraordinary, he reached the tenth level at a young age. Even the sword genius Qingyun turned into dust after swinging the sword to ask the sky. How could the sword-wielding mediocre Garberd be spared? He was just like the sword in his hand, fighting all his life, covered with scars, but completed his mission at the last moment.

Garberd raised his hands desperately, his skin dissolving, but two streams of frantic sword energy gushed out from his sleeves, like two endless tornadoes. Garberd's dry lips were slowly disappearing, and there was hardly a piece of good skin on his body. He used up the last bit of his strength and spoke:

"In my life, I spent the first half of my life seeking, and the second half of my life being invincible. The former helped me to keep climbing, and the latter allowed me to look down on the world. Girl from Lingwu, which of these two swords do you want to learn?"

The Lingwu Lord walked forward slowly, and said with a normal expression:

"the latter."

A smile appeared on the corner of Garberd's mouth, and he closed his eyes. The sword energy tornado in his right hand instantly gathered towards the Lingwu Lord. This time, the Lingwu Lord did not block it, and let the sword energy hit him. She raised her head, as if bathed in the spring breeze in March, leaving behind several pieces of gold thread and red cloth cut by the sword energy.

When the sword energy dissipated, Lord Lingwu exhaled a breath of turbid air, opened his eyes, and a golden sword light could be vaguely seen in his pupils.

She was only one bolt of heavenly thunder away from the tenth level, and the rest was the same as the tenth level.

Garberd said calmly:

"Go ahead... you've got what you ask for. I can only help you this much."

Lingwu Lord nodded, pointed his toes, and quickly swept northward with his sleeves fluttering. The Steel Heart Giant was not willing to let her go, so he stepped forward to block Lingwu Lord, roared and punched him. Lingwu Lord didn't even look at it, and calmly avoided its fist, and his body flashed past.

The next moment, the Steel Heart Giant's entire body was on fire. The golden flames were like maggots attached to its bones, instantly burning it into a fireball.

Garberd took two breaths and raised his head with difficulty, his neck making a cracking sound.

He stared at the gloomy sky with his eyes that could not see anything, and said to Alayya:

"How does this old man's sword compare to Qingyun's?"

Alayya stood up with the sword in hand, moved her lips, thought carefully, and answered:

“It’s hard to tell which is better.”

Garberd exhaled, his face was almost muscleless, his empty eye sockets were wet by the dripping rain, a relieved smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and he said with a bit of emotion in his tone:

"I see. Did he reach such a realm before he died?... Well, he's not so cowardly now."

Garberd raised his left index finger, which was only a bone left, and the remaining half of the sword energy surged out and smashed into Alaiya's body. Alaiya's eyes widened. At that moment, she seemed to see a young man with a bright smile through the soft white light, practicing in the jungle, sweating in the ring, dancing to the lions, and singing to the stars.

She only felt that her sword heart became extremely steady in an instant, and the blood-colored and silver sword energy on her body surged at the same time, rushing straight into the sky.