Yecheng Priest sighed, "It is impossible for the Sword Saint disciple to win... unless he also has a magical weapon, such as 'Linyuan'."
The bigwigs who were paying close attention to this battle all had the same idea.
Faced with the power unleashed by the Wind and Rain Sword, which weapon after the Dharma Ending Age can compete with it?
Is Yin Biyue closer to Linyuan?
Of course not.
It is common knowledge that the Linyuan Sword had long been recast by the Sword Saint into "Chun Shan Xiao" and "Qiu Feng Li".
Amidst the storm, Yin Biyue looked up at the sky.
Thick clouds rolled in the sky, as if night had come early and driven away the dusk.
Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, and it seems it is about to collapse.
The strong wind blew the cold rain onto his face, but he seemed unaware of it because his heart was even colder.
Is this what God’s will is?
It was clearly just a moment, but countless scenes flashed by.
In the past, I had been a villain for many years and my life was not fulfilled. I had lived in the vast Cangya Mountain with mist and clouds, the school with a courtyard full of locust trees and the teachers in the school, the clear blue sea of Fukong Sea, and the golden lanterns in Yecheng...
On the roof, the bright moon fell into the autumn lake, and the night wind was slightly chilly, mixed with the aroma of wine.
At that time he said he wanted to live a good life.
Is this rain God's will to kill me?
But I didn’t come to this world to follow God’s will.
Under the sword, Yin Biyue looked at the sky and smiled softly.
The Yihu Sword vibrated slightly, and it seemed to laugh out loud.
The sword cuts straight down!
This sword can neither cut through Zhongshan Mountain nor the wind and rain!
Slash straight up to the sky!
Slash towards the oppressive black cloud!
"boom--"
The people in the stands changed their expressions.
The disciples below the stage were caught off guard and hurriedly closed their eyes, but the light was too bright, as if it would penetrate their eyelids and shine straight into their sea of consciousness.
Thousands of radiant light converge on this sword!
It’s like pulling the sun back to the earth!
It’s as bright as day at the foot of Chongming Mountain!
It was not raining in Yecheng, only scattered raindrops were blown in by the wind from the foot of Chongming Mountain. The people in the city only felt a flash of lightning in the sky, but the light did not fade away for a long time, and it became brighter and brighter.
They opened the window, came into the yard, gathered on the long street holding umbrellas, and looked in the direction of Chongming Mountain in disbelief.
The light became increasingly blinding, and the people on the street began to flee in all directions. Some ran toward their homes, some ran toward the entrance of the dungeon, and a woman covered the eyes of the crying child in her arms and ran into a shop on the street.
The black-armored guards ran through the streets and alleys.
"Don't panic! The Zhehua Club competition is going on as normal! The formation in the city is intact! Don't panic!——"
When the people in the city saw the familiar black armor, they finally felt relieved.
The light still remains.
Golden light actually shone through the gaps in the black clouds!
Yin Biyue stood in the boundless light with his sword raised, and the wind and rain in the sky retreated three feet!
The elder of Baopu Sect recognized the sword and screamed, "Blue Sky and White Sun Sword!——"
The next moment, something even more incredible happened.
The golden light behind the clouds became brighter and brighter, and actually fell onto the ring through the heavy rain.
Then the thick clouds quickly dissipated in all directions, and in a blink of an eye, the shadow of the setting sun appeared.
The heavy rain stopped in an instant.
The big shots in the world looked towards the direction of Yunyang City in Zhonglu in shock.
I wonder what’s wrong with today’s saints?
In the academy, the dean brewed a pot of fresh tea, his fingers trembling slightly.
Ye Zhiqiu walked down from the terrace of the City Lord's Mansion.
Thousands of miles away, on the top of the Baopu Sect Hengduan Mountain, the old man with a wave of his sleeves looked towards the Central Continent with a slightly cold look in his eyes, but he did nothing.
The storm and light all dissipated.
The blood from the corner of Yin Biyue's mouth dripped onto the ring.
Zhongshan half-knelt on the ground, supporting his sword with his hand.
The blood dyed the water in front of him red.
How to break the wind and rain?
Only the light.
Only the sword of blue sky and white sun.
Six hundred years ago, the Sword Saint used this sword to cripple the Grand Elder of the Baopu Sect.
Six hundred years later, Yin Biyue used this sword to break the siege of Zhongshan City.
The sky seemed to be split in half by a sword, clearly divided.
On one side is the magnificent red glow of the sunset, like raging flames, and on the other side is the rich blue after the rain, as dark as ink.
Such a wonder, but no one appreciated it.
There was dead silence.
As Luo Mingchuan flew towards the ring, everyone came to their senses.
I don’t know who cried out first, but it was like cold water splashing into an oil pan, and the foot of Chongming Mountain began to shake!
Countless people began to cheer. They didn't know what they were cheering for, but they were so excited that they couldn't suppress their emotions. Waves of long roars echoed in the field, reaching the sky, and they were so happy that they actually saw signs of a breakthrough after watching this battle!
The disciples of Cangya Mountain and Qinglu Sword Sect rushed onto the stage; the Buddhist practitioners from Xingshan Temple and Jiekong Temple who were proficient in medicine also hurried onto the stage to treat injuries; several elders on the east stand took out their treasured elixirs, but found that they were not as good as the ones Duan Chongxuan fed to the two men.
In the midst of the chaos and disorder, Yin Biyue could only see vague overlapping shadows. The sounds in his ears were noisy, but he could not hear them clearly.
His sea of consciousness was in chaos, and the tearing pain rolled through every inch of his bones and meridians. His body had already reached its limit, but he still kept his eyes open and held the sword tightly, refusing to let go.
Until falling into a warm embrace.
Feel the familiar temperature and breath.
His legs finally went limp and he fainted peacefully.
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The dark clouds have gone, and the clear light is spreading across the sky.
If there hadn't been puddles of water on the ground, it would have been hard to imagine that it had rained half a cup of tea ago.
From Yecheng to the five continents of the world, many big figures remain silent.
The fight was full of ups and downs, almost dramatic.
In the open, two young geniuses wielded swords, and in the dark, two sub-saints fought each other. With a wave of sleeves and a thrown cup, the world was changed.
Everyone thought that Yin Biyue had no chance of winning.
Unless he can have a magic weapon like 'Linyuan' that can compete with the Wind and Rain Sword.
As a result, he really got a magic weapon.
After a long while, someone spoke up, "Where did the Yihu Sword come from?"
The elder of Qinglu Sword Sect slowly shook his head and whispered to himself, "Is that sword really 'Yihu'?"
Many people don't understand why the sub-sage Yu Shi took action. After all, his realm is too high, and even a slight movement may be noticed by the heaven, so he has to take into account the cause and effect. It's just a flower picking meeting, which should be a trivial matter in the eyes of a saint who stands tall and upright.
Some people speculated that it was because Yin Biyue's sword, 'Rising Sun', had a very true meaning and was too similar to 'Blue Sky and White Sun'.
It reminded him of the humiliating events on the banks of the Ba River, a one-sided massacre in which five elders of the Baopu Sect died and one was still alive, but he was a disabled person.
Even if someone guessed it, they would not speak it out loud, because the grievances between saints are major matters in heaven and no one dares to discuss them rashly.
But who knew that Yu Shi didn't want to see the 'rising sun', but Yin Biyue used the real 'blue sky and white sun'.
As fate would have it, he actually ended up slapping the saint in the face.
This is something incredible, something I dare not even think about.
The attitude of the dean is also worth pondering.
Many people felt that he was indeed the Sword Saint’s best friend, as he could attack without hesitation against the strongest sub-saint in the world.
No matter how many tides there are in the dark, the two protagonists are the ones most directly affected by this battle.
Before this battle, when people mentioned Yin Biyue's name, they would call him 'Yin Biyue, disciple of the Sword Saint'.
But now, he finally has his own name - 'Lake-Yijian' Yin Biyue.
This duel was recorded in many classics for future generations to refer to, and was called "Half City Wind and Rain Half City Lake".
Although Zhongshan had a broken rib, his meridians were not injured, and there were no hidden dangers that would affect his future practice. After being unconscious for seven days, his realm actually increased instead of decreasing, and he directly entered the Hinayana realm.
No matter how noisy the outside world is, it has nothing to do with Luo Mingchuan.
He was now guarding Yin Biyue's bed, holding his wrist, and continuously injecting his true energy into him. His eyes were dark, like the abyss of the sea.
Yin Biyue sometimes woke up and sometimes slept. He always felt like there was a hot spring flowing through his meridians, and his whole body was warm. It was too comfortable and he couldn't sleep enough.
Every time I opened my eyes, I saw Luo Mingchuan by the bed, and sometimes Duan Chongxuan was there too.
When he despised himself for being too lazy and wanted to get up, Luo Mingchuan smiled and said, "Rest for a while, it's okay."
Seven days passed like this.
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