"Don't kill the sword, please teach me."
"You have the most powerful weapon in the world, but you say you won't kill? No, what you kill is not people, but the trend."
There was a flash of surprise in Qiu Wuji's eyes. He believed that a sword was a murder weapon, and no matter how it was decorated, it was still a deadly weapon.
But the sword in front of him did not look like a murder weapon, but more like a holy weapon, a holy weapon for pacifying troubled times.
This sword was something he had never seen before.
For a moment, the blood surged, and Qiu Wuji also acted willfully for once, not pursuing killing. He raised the Immortal-Slaying Sword with dignity and prepared to fight.
He said: "This sword is supreme and incomparable!"
Swing the sword, a sword that is elevated to the utmost.
The sky and the earth turned white. At this moment, except for Wuxiang, all the powerful people who cast their gazes here were in spiritual shock.
Just a peek made them dizzy and their ears buzz.
When everything calmed down, the Saint Kings recovered and saw Qiu Wuji, covered in blood and gasping for breath, and the Sword Immortal, still dressed in white as white as snow.
There was no dust on the sword master's body, nor was there any injury, even his hair was not messy.
Could it be that the Sword Immortal won?
This thought occurred to everyone at the same time. Judging from the surface alone, the unharmed swordsman was obviously stronger.
Dong Yunshu put away his sword and said in a cold voice:
“I lost.”
She lost completely and had no chance of winning against Qiu Wuji.
As for why she was not injured, she remembered what Brother Li said before leaving.
'I'll take care of everything. There won't be any problems.'
Dong Yunshu knew that Li Yi would protect him, but he didn't expect that he would be "unharmed" even by Qiu Wuji's ultimate sword.
She pursed her lips and said secretly:
"Brother Li, sometimes you are really too overbearing and arrogant."
Turning around, the snow-like figure disappeared.
After a long time, the strong men between heaven and earth came to their senses and roughly understood why the sword immortal was unharmed.
For a moment, there was amazement, astonishment, and praise as countless flowers and brilliance fell on Qiu Wuji. The praise from these great masters was not mixed with any emotion, it was pure admiration.
Because Qiu Wuji was too strong, and his strength was fair and just, he defeated the Holy King of the World by himself.
Unlike immortal beings like Wuxiang, Qiu Wuji's strength is something they can experience, understand, and look up to.
At this time, a Saint King could not help but stand up and asked loudly: "May I ask Your Excellency Wuji, how different are you from Wuxiang?"
No one told them how far the Saint King was from Wuxiang. Even if Xiao Yuntian had asked the immortals in his previous life, he could not get an answer.
A true dragon soaring in the sky cannot tell a frog in a well through words how high the sky is, how thick the earth is, or how prosperous the sun, moon and stars are.
But Qiu Wuji, who was also a frog in the well, jumped out.
Perhaps he could tell himself about the elegance that transcended heaven and earth.
The surrounding Saint Kings also cast curious glances. They were also eager to know how far Wuxiang was away from themselves, even if this distance might not be reached in their entire lifetime.
Qiu Wuji was silent for a long time, he was thinking about how to describe it, or whether to tell it.
These people were essentially the same as himself, all looking up to the sky and the outside of the well, longing for transcendence. But they did not know that there was no way forward, the position of Wu Xiang had been determined, and no one in the world could transcend from now on.
No matter how talented you are, you can only stick your head out of the well and look up at the real dragon above the sky.
Even if it is just to look up to someone, not everyone is qualified.
Qiu Wuji looked up and saw a distance that he could not measure, the distance between heaven and earth, and an even greater despair.
'But in the end, we have to leave room for the imagination of those who come after us.'
Qiu Wuji replied: "The three realms of the Great Dao, one step at a time, one ascends to heaven. If you want to achieve the Dao, you must first establish a Dao field. Then, make a desperate effort to impact the formless. If you succeed, you will transcend, and if you fail, you will die. However, it is difficult to establish a Dao field. This requires the right time, the right place, and the right people. Just like reincarnation, the realm of the most holy and the most virtuous, and even more like the ninety-nine and eighty-one Buddhas, all require the right time and the right place.
“Thus, from ancient times to the present, there are very few people who have established a temple.”
There was a glimmer of sadness in the eyes of the Holy King who asked the question, and this sadness was reflected in the eyes of all those who had attained the Tao, unable to conceal their hearts' desire for transcendence.
This is not because I am powerless, but because it is destiny that cannot be defied.
After practicing for so long and surpassing billions of lives, it all depends on fate in the end.
How sad, how powerless.
"Yes! There is a law in the world that can be formless."
Qiu Wuji changed the subject, and his sword intent, which was unrivaled in the world, rose along with his voice. The clanging of the sword seemed to break through the bottom of the well, intending to stand shoulder to shoulder with Wuxiang above the nine heavens.
"There is a man in the world who does not need the right time and place, does not need the way of heaven, does not need heaven and earth, and finally achieves the state of no form by proving the way with strength!"
Without heaven and earth, without a temple, is there anyone who can break through the formlessness?
The saint kings looked up and wondered who in the world had such great power.
"Now, I am not only asking for the sword, but also seeking the truth for all living beings in heaven and earth!"
Qiu Wuji gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the sword pointed downward, chopping off the Holy King of the World. The torso bent, and the proud head lowered humbly.
He never humbled himself in front of Panhu and Dayu Yansheng, because he knew that he was just short of destiny. He never humbled himself in front of his master, because he knew that he also had the opportunity to fly thousands of miles and stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Qiu Wuji was proud throughout his life and was not inferior to anyone.
There is only one person, the more you understand him, the more you respect him.
They are not tolerated by heaven and earth, they are not favored by heaven and earth, they cannot practice Taoism, and they are plagued by misfortunes. Anyone who suffers from any of these conditions is basically dead.
But he fought his way through all the obstacles and was invincible in the world. He never lowered his head and never admitted defeat. In the end, he stood on the top of the world, and above those supreme beings, he stepped out of another mountain!
"Disciple Qiu Wuji, beg the immortal to grant me the way!"
Those who study humanity are all disciples.
He Qiu Wuji was ashamed of his ignorance, but not ashamed of learning.
Boom!
The heaven and earth were shaking, and thunderclouds were gathering, as if the heavens were determined to bring damnation to the disobedient.
In a flash, the dark clouds dissipated.
A man in white robes pushed aside the thunderclouds and stood barefoot in the world of vanity, with the body of the yang spirit as bright as the sun.
The white-robed fairy showed mercy and placed his hand on Qiu Wuji's head.
"If you use force to prove your truth, you will die."
(End of this chapter)
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