The bright and cold light from the sword's edge was like a starry sky falling onto the autumn river.
The night wind rises, the cold water rises, the bright moon is shrouded in a veil, and the dark and swift river tide rolls towards Zhongshan Mountain.
The moment Yin Bi stretched out his sword, Zhong Shan slashed out with his sword and flew back quickly to the edge of the ring!
However, the river tide followed and a thin line of blood appeared on his right chest.
The hot blood gushed out, and before it had time to soak away, it solidified into frost on the ink-splashed landscape robe.
The sword intent of the Hanshui Sword has become like part of his bone marrow.
But just as Yin Biyue avoided the greatest damage from Zhongshan's sword at the last moment, Zhongshan also avoided 60% of the power of this sword.
He held the sword across his body, like a long dam, blocking the surging cold river.
Things change too quickly in a moment.
Yin Biyue's white robe was stained with blood. The sword energy left between the opponent's bones was hot and violent, and it collided with the coldness of the cold water sword. White smoke was faintly coming out of the wound on his left arm, which was shocking.
Zhong Shan's face was pale. Although his wounds were covered with frost due to the cold, the sword energy raged along his meridians, and the pain spread all the way to his heart.
However, they had no time to care about that at the moment, and they had to rush forward, draw their swords and slash!
The middle-aged woman from Lianjian Sect frowned, "Is the formation on the stage intact?"
The elder of Cangya Mountain said in a deep voice, "We can't sacrifice two young cultivation geniuses for a flower picking contest."
The elder of Qinglu Sword Sect held the core of the formation and nodded cautiously. Once an irreversible danger appeared, the arena formation would be activated immediately, and the formation itself would bear the sword force.
The disciples of Cangya Mountain and Qinglu Sword Sect do not have the calmness and composure of the big shots.
Their faces were pale, their true energy covered their eyes, and they stared at the arena nervously.
Cheng Tianyu's eyes were red with anxiety.
Song Tang's eyes showed worry. Yin Biyue was stronger than they thought. Not only in terms of cultivation, but also in terms of his tacit understanding with the sword, as if they were made for each other.
Luo Mingchuan's face remained expressionless, his hands were clenched into fists within his wide sleeves, and his palms were covered in blood.
The two men jumped up almost at the same time, and the two swords met in mid-air!
“Zheng——”
The vast true energy formed an invisible semi-arc barrier, impacting and colliding where the sword edges overlapped!
There is no rain, but there is the sound of rain.
There is no lake water, but there is a chill.
The disciples who were closer to the stage retreated back in agony, as if their sea of consciousness was washed away by the sound of wind and rain, and they were drifting in the cold river in the middle of the night.
Time on stage almost stood still.
The swords shone brightly, and the swords reflected the bright sun in the blue sky and the flowing clouds, reflecting their calm faces and bright eyes.
Pain and numbness spread from the hilt of the sword, and Yin Biyue seemed to understand the opponent's sword intent.
Bitter wind and rain.
The Yecheng priest also understood the realm and exclaimed, "Incredible."
This is not the most powerful sword of the Wind and Rain Sword, but it is the most difficult one to practice.
For many disciples who practice the Wind and Rain Sword Technique, this sword is the bottleneck that they find difficult to comprehend.
The wind invades my sick bones, and the rain chokes my sad intestines.
How miserable the sword intent is!
The saint who created the Wind and Rain Sword in the 'Age of Saints' was from a poor family when he was young, experienced hardships and cold, and entered Taoism in middle age.
This sword was his summary of the hard and miserable life of the first forty years.
Zhongshan became famous as a young man, and his cultivation path was smooth. He could even understand the bitter loneliness in this sword.
It's really amazing.
Song Tang was not surprised.
When I was young, my realm was still low, and my true energy was not enough to protect my body. I swung the sword thousands of times until my hands were covered with blood bubbles and my muscles and bones were stressed to the extreme. I didn't go down the mountain, didn't chat or laugh, and didn't gather to play. I trained in the hot summer and the cold winter, every day, without slacking off.
The price of becoming famous at a young age is more suffering and loneliness.
Unspeakable loneliness spread from the sword edge, forcing people to feel extremely sad.
Before Yin Biyue's sword power was exhausted, he suddenly withdrew, the sword went straight down, but his body was like a white crane flapping its wings, floating even higher.
Yihu sword cut down on the head!
Boundless luster flows out from the sword, like clear lake water reflecting rippling waves.
It was almost the afternoon, and the sunlight was getting dimmer, far less bright than at noon. However, the sword was so bright that it seemed to make the sky a little brighter.
If Zhongshan's sword is the miserable wind and rain, then Yin Biyue's sword is like the rising sun leaping into the clouds, with golden light bursting out!
It is the confidence and pride of 'not being afraid of dark clouds and thousands of feet of waves'.
The key to Cangya's swordsmanship is 'Rising Sun'.
Many disciples of Cangya Mountain widened their eyes in disbelief. With such a huge momentum, could it really be the rising sun?
Zhongshan landed lightly, holding the sword above his head. The sword screen rose again, with tiny dots of light on it, like scattered stars, connecting with the sword coming down head-on.
The dew is bright in the morning sun, and the stars are surrounded by purple.
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Not only Nanlu, the whole world is paying attention to this battle.
The practitioners in Yecheng were watching the battle situation from afar with great anxiety. Those who were unable to go to Yecheng were eagerly waiting for news from their fellow clansmen in the sect.
But there is always someone who doesn't have to wait.
The snow in the Hengduan Mountains never melts all year round.
The highest peak was covered with rime and ice, and it was so cold that even the Hinayana practitioners could not stand there for long.
At this time, an old man stood on the top of the mountain, his sleeves full of mountain breeze, broad forehead and long beard, his expression was indifferent, but there seemed to be a terrifying light in his eyes.
He is not tall, but standing here, he seems to be detached from all worldly beings.
An inexplicable sense of grand momentum arises, as if all the mountains are bowing down.
As it should be. How can we not be detached? How can we not bow down?
If the Sword Master is gone, is there any mountain in the world higher than him?
He was also watching this battle.
Even though he was thousands of miles away, he could clearly see the light on the two people's swords.
He looked unhappy, so he frowned slightly and flicked his sleeves.
Thousands of miles away in Chongming Mountain, Luo Mingchuan's face suddenly changed and he looked up at the sky in disbelief.
The elders of Lianjian Sect and the Yecheng priests all looked pale and raised their eyes to the sky.
In the City Lord's Mansion, Ye Zhiqiu climbed up to the highest terrace with his sword in hand. His expression was more solemn than ever before.
Thick clouds rolled in from the west to the south, covering thousands of miles in an instant, enough to cover the sky over Chongming Mountain and dim the sun.
It seemed like just a blink of an eye, without thunder or lightning, heavy rain came down!
The disciples in the stands were caught off guard and hurriedly set up their true energy barriers. "Why is it raining suddenly?"
The raindrops as big as beans covered the sky.
After the "Star Ring Purple Extreme", the two of them each used more than ten swords. This battle lasted from early morning to dusk.
The true energy, spiritual consciousness, and mental will of both sides in the battle are on the verge of reaching their limits.
Yin Biyue still couldn't beat Zhong Shan because of the difference in swordsmanship and realm, but he didn't lose either.
So when the rain fell, neither of them had the energy to care.
In just a moment, Yin Biyue's heavy Taoist robe was soaked with rain water and became even heavier, just like his heavy breathing, and his heart, lungs, and meridians that were already overwhelmed.
The coagulated bloodstains on his Taoist robe spread out in the rain, and at first glance, it looked as if the left half of his body was soaked in blood.
The wind and rain were howling, splashing up mist, which reminded him of the rain that happened when he was in seclusion and breaking through the barriers.
It is as bleak as autumn and full of murderous intent.
Zhongshan's ink-splashed landscape robe was also mixed with blood and rain.
The water flowed down his brows, dripped over the tip of his sword, and dripped onto the ring. The water splashed.
His eyes became brighter and brighter, as if they were burning through the heavy rain curtain.
"What a coincidence, it rained at this critical moment, Senior Brother Zhong's Wind and Rain Sword is enough to take advantage of the situation!"
"Alas, it's going to rain and my mother is going to get married, what can we do?!"
Almost everyone thinks so, this rain is God's will.
Only a very small number of people, including Luo Mingchuan, saw the supreme Taoism faintly revealed behind the dark clouds.
Those who are above half-step Mahayana have reached this level due to their realm, while Luo Mingchuan has achieved this because he has practiced the Galan Pupil Technique.
But even if everyone in the world knew about it, many people would not dare to say a word. The six sub-saints were almost gods in the hearts of the people.
Thunder, lightning, and jade dew are all divine grace.
If a saint wants to change the world, who dares to say no?
Ye Zhiqiu stood on the terrace, with the lights of thousands of homes in Ye City at his feet.
He looked at the western sky.
This rain cloud is now in Chongming Mountain, but as long as it moves two miles and comes over Yecheng, he will take action without hesitation.
The old butler stood beside him, his voice trembling, "Master, please don't take the sword. This is disrespectful to the saint."
Ye Zhiqiu didn't say anything, nor did he put down the sword in his hand.
Central China.
In Yunyang City, the dean was drinking tea in the courtyard and looking at the sky. The bad weather seemed to annoy him, so he threw the teacup in his hand to the ground.
With a crisp "splash" sound, tea mixed with broken porcelain spilled all over the floor.
But before that, Zhong Shan had already raised his sword in the wind and rain.
He took a step forward, and the shallow water under his feet splashed up water that took a long time to settle.
Wherever the sword passed, the flying raindrops twisted strangely and gathered along with the sword!
Then all the wind and rain in the sky turned into his sword.
The storm is besieging the city!
Some people thought that Zhongshan would become stronger if he borrowed the power of wind and rain, but they did not expect him to be so strong.
The sword's power has surpassed the limit of the barrier-breaking realm and touched the threshold of the Hinayana.
It seems like he is about to break through at the last minute!
Some people even noticed that this sword was not only the manifestation of Zhongshan's realm of cultivation, but also the might of the magic weapon 'Wind and Rain Sword', which was fully aroused!
Just a rain made it so excited!
No one thought that Yin Biyue could take this incredible sword.
How can he take this sword?
Why should I take this sword?
Take advantage of the situation and use the Cold Water Sword? But the wind and rain are all in Zhongshan's sword, so how can he take advantage of it?
Avoid this sword?
How can we avoid the wind and rain?
Yin Biyue stood in the rain, his Taoist robe soaked, like an isolated and helpless city.
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