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Childhood memories flooded back.

Under the setting sun, young Jingyuan held a long sword and slashed fiercely.

Master Jingliu stood to the side, giving serious instruction.

“Hold tight!”

"As Cloud Cavalry, we must not let our weapons fall out of our hands or our bodies become disorganized!"

"Yes! Master!"

Xiao Jingyuan, panting, continued to swing his arms with all his might.

The erhu played by Jingliu himself also appeared alongside the violin.

With the final swing of the sword.

Where the sword's edge points.

The scene then shifts back to the real battlefield.

A chill and smoke rose up.

Mirror Flow unleashed another slash, tearing all the obstacles apart.

The terrifying sword strike forced Jing Yuan to retreat repeatedly after barely managing to block it.

Seeing his master attacking at high speed again.

Jing Yuan gritted his teeth, and while staggering, he swung and twirled the array blade behind his back with both hands.

Until Jingliu arrived right in front of them.

He suddenly switched hands, using his left hand to slash out with the array blade, forcibly forcing the Mirror Stream's offensive into a defensive stance.

Even if one falls into the demonic realm.

The habits of Mirror Style when using swordsmanship have not changed.

Just like in Yanqing's story, Jingliu gives Yanqing some pointers.

"The sword's edge is too sharp; it doesn't know how to conceal its sharpness!"

Mirror Stream doesn't just attack indiscriminately.

A balance of strength and gentleness, employing the right swordsmanship at the right time.

This was one of the key sword techniques that Jingyuan had learned from Jingliu since childhood.

I never expected to need it at a time like this.

This sudden change of tactics also seemed to suggest that Jingyuan's intentions were gradually shifting.

Jing Yuan gripped the array blade, made a feint attack to create distance, then swung the array blade in reverse, primarily using his left hand and secondarily his right hand from the side.

He unleashed a strange, powerful, and unpredictable strike.

This move forced Kagami-ryu to abandon his sword parrying for the first time.

Instead, he used his body movements to defuse the crisis.

After this cut.

The battle between the two became increasingly fierce.

No longer solely on the defensive, Jingyuan engaged in a fierce battle with Jingliu.

In the scene, metal clashes.

Each collision stirred up large plumes of cold air and smoke.

But it was immediately torn apart by an even more cunning attack.

The two figures flickered and appeared in the smoke.

Only the sparks from the clash of metal would occasionally illuminate the figures of the master and his apprentice.

This is a life-or-death struggle.

A thrilling and seamless battle.

It captivated all the viewers.

Bravo!

What an amazing battle! So incredibly detailed!!

Jingyuan's two counter-attacks were so cool!

I was truly ignorant to discover that the Array Blade technique could possess such spectacular moves.

How does the Mirror Style swordsmanship achieve such a feeling of being both graceful and agile, yet also exuding a chilling killing intent?

I feel like I'll be killed by the two of them as soon as I go in; it's terrifying.

It's amazing that he can portray the feelings and personalities of two people using only their moves; he's a genius.

I can't take it anymore, my heart can't take it! The fighting is too exciting, and what happens next is even more exciting.

I don't want to see anyone get hurt, I really can't breathe.

Such exquisite and exciting fighting.

This made the audience even more conflicted and distressed.

Because everyone knows.

In such a duel between masters, one side will inevitably lose in the end.

And this result.

This is something they don't want to see.

However, just like Jingliu's sudden attack, this process is not subject to the audience's will.

……

After Jingyuan's attack missed.

Mirror Flow seized the opportunity.

He forcefully raised the longsword backward, his red eyes already wide open.

But there was only one emotion contained within it: this was an opportunity, a chance to kill the person in front of me with a single blow!

In a few seconds of footage.

The sword-wielding posture is full of tension, and those eyes, even when placed on the screen, exude a fierce killing intent.

They all exuded a focused and attentive attitude.

But the stunning visuals and the intense focus were remarkable.

But it sent a chill down the spines of all the viewers.

Because such focus belongs only to a great swordsman.

The reason that made this swordsman so focused.

It's because she really wanted to kill her own apprentice with her own hands.

Is this what it looks like after falling into demonic possession?

this moment.

Everyone understood the meaning of the demonic body once again.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people around the world.

The entire screen was focused on the cold tip of the sword.

Just a moment later, the sword was about to pierce through Jing Yuan's eyes and pierce his skull.

At the critical moment, Jing Yuan turned his head and dodged the sword.

He saw his own eyes through the blade of the sword that passed right in front of him.

An incredulous look in their eyes.

He finally understood that Jingliu really wanted to kill him.

His attempts to appease and retreat, and to awaken Jingliu's thoughts, were merely wishful thinking.

A life-or-death moment.

Jing Yuan seemed to see again the time when he followed his master to fight against the demonic Yin beings.

While he remained indecisive and dared not bring himself to kill.

Jingliu drew his longsword without hesitation.

"This is what it means to fall into the demonic realm."

Before the words were even finished, the sword shadow had already arrived.

A cold light flashed, and the demonic beings fell to the ground.

"The demonic body is the destiny of those destined for immortality." (64460)

"If one day I fall into the body of a demon, you must not show any mercy."

Jingliu turned his head and gave a calm instruction.

Jing Yuan, completely stunned, gripped the spear in his hand and stammered, "It's... Master..."

The screen turns again.

Jingliu knelt on the ground in pain, holding his forehead, and let out a suppressed roar.

Jing Yuan, who had become the Shence General, was unable to touch his mentor because of the ice.

"Those who fall into demonic darkness are confused about the six senses and lose all human ethics."

"Let's go back, Jingyuan."

"The Mirror Flow has passed."

The words of the Ten Kings echoed.

Jing Yuan watched as his former mentor suffered immense pain due to being trapped in demonic possession.

A chilling aura.

But it suddenly startled him awake from his daydream.

Come back to your senses from the trance.

Jing Liu, whose killing move had missed its target, had already leaped into the air and unleashed several deadly sword intents.

In his panic, Jing Yuan tried to dodge, but was still overturned by the aftershocks.

After regaining control of his body.

The massive ancient building behind them had been cleaved into several pieces.

at this time.

The audience finally caught their breath from the intense rhythm.

Jingyuan's memories, and Jingliu's attacks, each aimed at killing the target instantly.

Accompanied by the erhu in the background.

This scene left the audience feeling incredibly heartbroken.

After those few blows, Jingyuan should have been awakened by now. Jingliu, my good master, when will you wake up?

Jingyuan had been restraining himself, but the memory of his mentor's admonition had already hinted that he had made up his mind.

The most painful thing is watching your loved ones forget you, and then having to kill them yourself.

"So that's why the Five Heroes of the Clouds didn't explain Jing Liu's whereabouts! They were waiting here all along! Director Gu, you treacherous man! Die!"

At this point, the audience had given up all expectations; overwhelmed by the grief the story evoked in them, they could only follow the camera's lens.

Towards the ending predetermined by fate.