By the time it recovered from the severe pain, Luo Jiujiang's most difficult battle had just begun.
In the two rounds, Luo Jiujiang's body had already been covered with twelve bloody scars of torn flesh. When the thirteenth bloody scar took root on Luo Jiujiang's back, the black robe covering him was completely destroyed. First, it slowly fell from his body in rags, and then was torn into countless threads by the fierce wind stirred up by this man and dragon.
The current situation is too unfavorable for Luo Jiujiang. If it continues, Luo Jiujiang will definitely lose and die.
A moment of distraction, he failed to follow the blue dragon's movements, and was instantly knocked to the ground twice. In the midst of the intense and fast-paced battle, he could barely spare a shred of energy to think about countermeasures: Why did I lose? How can I win?
There is no doubt that in the current battle, although Luo Jiujiang has been chased and beaten, he has not been able to fully exert his strength.
Or rather, it should be said that the current situation makes it impossible for him to display his full potential.
Luo Jiujiang had originally learned "Breaking Wind Pavilion" from the sword manual, and from it he had also mastered "Chaos Snowfield" and "Splitting Dome." Although these three moves grew in power, they all shared a common characteristic, or rather, a necessary condition for their use.
These three moves have high requirements for the spatial range.
In the past, whenever Luo Jiujiang took action, he would either do so under the vast sunlight or in the empty halls of the underground palace. However, at this moment, although the space inside the mountain was not small, it was almost completely filled with the body of the Dragon God's phantom, leaving Luo Jiujiang with no room to accumulate strength and unleash his skills.
It was not until this moment that Luo Jiujiang realized one thing: he had never been well prepared for fighting in a small space.
There will be a way. Luo Jiujiang thought silently: Qianling is still waiting for me outside.
Since the beginning of "Pofenglu", Luo Jiujiang has been committed to strengthening the power of his sword moves and expanding the power of his sword moves. Naturally, the premise of performing these three moves is the ever-increasing range requirement.
I drew a circle and expanded it. Luo Jiujiang thought quickly: But I only need a small circle now.
To expand this circle, Luo Jiujiang had been adding more things to it. From spiritual power, perception, his wholehearted emotional investment, and even the source of Tao, more investment brought greater power and a wider range of attack.
What if I think about it the other way around? A glimmer of light flashed across Luo Jiujiang's eyes: What if I could strip away all the unnecessary and overly complicated things in my sword moves, leaving only the purest power?
In his haste, his method of deduction was crude and simplistic to the extreme. If he were to ask a hundred masters, they would only get a hundred replies of "heretical" and "nonsense". However, it was in this "nonsense" that Luo Jiujiang faintly grasped a hint of inspiration.
Fortunately, it was Luo Jiujiang who was dealing with the Dragon God's phantom at this moment. If an ordinary Jindan cultivator were to come in, distracted by his swordplay while dealing with the blue dragon's attacks, he probably wouldn't last more than two and a half moves. And if a dull-witted person were to come in, he wouldn't be able to find a way to break through until he died of exhaustion. If the opponent were a bit dull-witted or less perceptive, even if he had a preliminary idea, he wouldn't be able to realize it in actual combat.
But who is Luo Jiujiang? Although he is usually easy-going and doesn't like to show off, he is a real genius.
He has sufficient reaction speed, flexible thinking, the courage and boldness to make decisions quickly, and the ability to adapt to changing circumstances, adjust his attack methods, and his ability to gain insights is first-class. In addition, he also has a little bit of luck.
If any of the above conditions were missing, Luo Jiujiang would not be able to live so happily today.
Since he had always expanded outwards in the past, now he comprehended inwards.
Eliminating all the impurities in his sword moves, not thinking about emotions, not caring about experiences, and not infusing too many memory fragments, Luo Jiujiang was completely unconcerned with external affairs at this moment. He just looked at his sword itself.
Nothing else, just the knife.
The purest, most dedicated, simplest, comes from the changes and sounds of the knife.
As if sensing its master's intentions, Chengxue spontaneously hummed in Luo Jiujiang's palm.
Luo Jiujiang identified Chengxue at a glance among more than two hundred magical weapons. Without even thinking about it, he used his own blood to sharpen the blade of this precious sword.
Luo Jiujiang has always been sincere and devoted to his sword, and now is the time for his beloved sword to respond and repay him.
Luo Jiujiang leaned against the rock wall behind him and slowly straightened himself. He propped up his injured left arm on the rock and, for the first time since the battle began, stared directly into the Dragon God's phantom's frantic and chaotic eyes.
Chengxue was still trembling in his palm, almost leaping with excitement and impatience. As an ordinary profound weapon, this knife lacked any spiritual consciousness. Its reaction at this moment was only because it was connected to Luo Jiujiang's mind.
Perhaps it wasn't just their minds that were connected. In the blink of an eye, the knife had transformed into Luo Jiujiang's hand, into Luo Jiujiang's eyes. The knife moved at will. At this moment, Chengxue and Luo Jiujiang were almost one.
"I've never been able to strip away all external things and look at you so purely before," Luo Jiujiang sighed, "My dear brother, I've always wronged you."
Chengxue moved again in Luo Jiujiang's palm, as if to express that it didn't mind and had never been angry with Luo Jiujiang.
At this moment, Luo Jiujiang's outer garment had long since shattered, and the remaining undershirt was also tattered. His body was covered in bloody wounds, some deep enough to reveal the bone. Even his cheeks bore the marks of claws. The muscles and bones in his hands were already covered in blood from the repeated powerful clashes with the knife, yet his eyes remained bright and piercing.
They are like two fires that never go out, or like two stars that never move west.
"On the path of the sword, I have expanded and enriched it as if it were endless, and now I am tracing back to its origin, and it is also endless."
"The simplest sword technique, and the first lesson in sword writing, is sword power."
"My sword has power. It can be as light as a feather, touching the water without damaging a dragonfly's wings; or as heavy as Mount Tai, overturning the seas and rivers and covering the mountains and rivers—"
"To simplify the complex, to overcome the light with the heavy. Now my sword is more powerful than Mount Tai—I'm sorry, Old Mount Tai!"
The author has something to say: Today is the third update. I will post another chapter about Jiujiang traveling to the modern era later. If you are not interested, please remember to skip it~
The update time of the extra episode may be a little later, you can come and check it out tomorrow morning~
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