Nightfall Chapter 145: No if
Jun Mo and Ye Su are both proud people and powerful people, but no one knows whether they are strong because of pride or proud because they are strong.
Two years ago, there was an autumn rain. They met in Lanke Temple and then fought. They turned around proudly, not looking at Qiu Yu or swords, because of the Buddha Sect, they never enjoyed themselves.
Today the two met again, each with a sword to evenly divide the autumn scenery in front of Qingxia.
Coming soon is the third sword.
It's only the third sword. It seems that this battle has just begun, but whether it is the two people fighting against each other, or the hundreds of thousands of people watching the battle in the wilderness, it feels that this is the sword of victory and death.
On the wasteland eighteen years ago, at the end of the black line, Ye Su Daoxin was inspired by the birth of the son of Pluto, and used the strongest sword in his youth, cutting the small tree into fifty thousand. Three thousand three hundred and thirty-three pieces.
After that, he traveled all over the world, his realm increased again, and the wooden sword in his hand became slower and slower, from a thousand swords to a thousand swords, a hundred swords, and finally a sword.
Because one sword is enough.
The autumn wind is strong, and the atmosphere of the world in front of Qingxia seems to be attracted by a wooden sword. It is rushing from all directions, and the sunlight that is scattered in the sky is refracted into a strange shape, like a horse galloping.
Stricken by this, countless golden rice grains swept northward with the wind, and a golden wave appeared in the wilderness, and the wooden sword walked between the rice waves like a boat driving forward.
Ye Su no longer stays in place, his clothes fluttering slightly, and he follows the wooden sword.
The Daohai Jinlang pushes the wooden sword like a boat. Under the influence of the majestic vitality of the world, it is getting faster and faster, and it is about to turn into a lightning bolt, but Ye Su's figure is always behind the sword shadow.
No one can fly so fast.
Walking with the sword is always just a legend.
To be more precise, there is no such legend in the world except for the Master.
Ye Su is not walking with swords.
The wooden sword is a boat.
He is the man on the boat.
The boat carried him.
Not he is pushing the boat.
There was a strong wind in the rice sea.
Yesu disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, he came to Jun Mo's body.
His hand held the hilt of the wooden sword.
Bend your knees and sink your waist. Straighten your elbows without turning your wrists.
The wooden sword pierced Jun Mo's left chest.
Incomparably bright, holy divine brilliance lit up on the sword.
The sun above Qingxia seemed to be dimmed when he took out his sword.
It's not apocalypse, but the sword merges with heaven and earth.
He turned Haotian's will into his own sword intent.
This is providence.
There is providence in the wooden sword.
How to avoid it?
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The wooden sword that contains the will of heaven is more difficult to answer than the iron sword of the previous absolute determination.
Life and death can be indifferent. Providence is inescapable.
Jun Mo remembered the sentence the teacher repeated many times.
There is no omniscience. There is omnipotent, except Haotian.
He knew that he could not avoid Ye Su's sword, so he didn't avoid it.
He didn't even glance at the wooden sword that pierced his chest. Raised the iron sword and chopped it down.
Cutting is a very simple action.
What he did was simple, so he chopped it down.
If you don’t answer the question, don’t answer it. Just like the calculation problem that Ning Que wrote to Chen Pipi before entering the second floor, it was too complicated to calculate.
If the knot is not easy to untie, then don't untie it. Just like the teak used to braid her hair into a knot because the bath water was cold, it was too troublesome to untie it.
Just let the younger brother say the answer. Use the door rules to deal with him without telling.
Just let Seven Junior Sisters untie it by herself, and cut it with scissors if you don't untie it.
The wooden sword that came in front of him was difficult to answer, so he didn't answer, it was hard to avoid, and he couldn't avoid it. He held the iron sword, just like picking up a gate ruler. Picking up the scissors, it fell down.
Jun Mo has always regarded Xiao Shishu as an idol. He has never learned Haoran Qi, but he has learned Haoran Sword, Haoran Qi. What is important is to move forward courageously.
The iron sword he was holding seemed to pick up all the boulders in Qingxia. Incomparably magnificent, it makes people open-minded, giving birth to endless refreshing feelings.
Before this simple and cheerful iron sword, there are no gods and Buddhas and no heaven.
Jun Mo's calm and confident iron sword can chop Ye Su in half before the wooden sword arrives.
This is not to die together, but to consider each other's courage.
Courage is a kind of pride.
Everyone knows that the second brother of the Academy is the proudest person in the world. He is the first brave man in the world. The blood in the wilderness before Qingxia and the countless cavalry soldiers who died under the sword have proved this.
Ye Su was also very proud, because Jun Mo showed pride at this time, he became more and more proud.
He didn't avoid it either.
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The wooden sword moved forward and pierced Jun Mo's left chest. The seemingly blunt wooden sword plunged into the charred black armor instantly, and the rune line hidden under the armor suddenly brightened, exuding a powerful aura.
The iron sword fell and did not cut Ye Su's neck because it was blocked by the scabbard on his back.
In the blazing light, that seemingly humble scabbard is like a cloth sail in a violent ocean, intercepting the power of the wind and giving the boat the power to move forward.
The tip of the iron sword is just pierced in the scabbard, because the blade is wide and straight and cannot be pierced in.
All of this is true, and none of it is true.
Iron swords are not iron swords, wooden swords are not wooden swords, and scabbards are not scabbards. The most subtle and basic structures of these things are filled with countless vitality.
This is no longer the confrontation between the sword and the sword, but the confrontation between the power of mind and power, the confrontation between the two heavens and the earth.
Countless heaven and earth vitality came violently, and then was instantly swallowed by the invisible vortex, entered the world of the two, and then violently burst out through the sword or scabbard.
The vitality of the heavens and the earth before Qingxia was compressed to the extreme, and the refracted sky light became more distorted, because the compression was too strong, the vitality of the heavens and the earth began to rub, and a hot flame appeared!
If Ye Su's sword ignited a small sun before Qingxia at the beginning, then before Qingxia, it seemed that a real sun had been born, and endless light and heat sprayed into the wilderness!
What a dazzling picture this is.
What kind of heart sway should the person seeing this picture.
Unfortunately, it's like the master slashing the gods in the wasteland, because the light is so blazing that few people can see this scene at all.
Liu Bai can see.
Yehhongyu can also be seen.
She has been silent in the gods. He lowered his head and didn't seem to care about the situation at Qingxia.
At this moment, she finally couldn't help but raise her head.
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In the light, the iron sword in Jun Mo's hand continued to press down.
With a soft hiss, the scabbard on Ye Su's back was torn open.
Ye Su looked indifferent, and the wooden sword in his hand continued to move forward.
The wooden sword was shortened inch by inch, and part of it entered Jun Mo's chest, and more was broken into the finest powder, and then burned violently. It's like a candle.
The current situation. It depends on whether the iron sword breaks the sail first, or the wooden sword breaks the armor first.
The wax torch will eventually become ash.
The burning wooden sword was getting shorter and shorter, but it still didn't break the armor on Jun Mo.
In the blazing light. Ye Su's face became transparent, still showing no expression.
He continued to pass the sword forward.
In the end, only one hilt remained. A bare sword hilt.
With a clear whistle, Ye Su took a palm and slapped the entire hilt into Jun Mo's chest!
Before, his wooden sword had no hilt or scabbard.
Now his sword has a hilt and a sheath.
Because his practice has been retreating over the years.
He retreated and moved forward.
From ten thousand swords to one sword, from seeing through to not seeing, from outside to the world.
But this battle today. He has been moving forward, not taking a step back.
His scabbard is a bond that is understood in the world.
His hilt is all his spirit in kendo.
He bound the edge of the iron sword with the scabbard, and then shot all the sword intent into Jun Mo's chest!
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Jun Mo's practice these years is as simple as his iron sword.
Go forward, go forward. Go ahead.
There is advancement but no retreat, and there is no going back. He is marching toward peaks.
Just as Ye Su slapped the hilt into his chest, he suddenly released the hilt.
The iron sword is too wide and straight, like his eyebrows. Not in the world, nor in the sheath.
At least for a short time. He couldn't break Ye Su's sheath.
It's like solving a problem, then he won't break it anymore.
He released the hilt of his sword and made a concession for the first time in his spiritual practice.
But his left foot took a step forward in the light of the sky.
His right hand was clenched into a fist, holding the infinite light in the autumn wind, and smashing it at Ye Su.
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Jun Mo, who has never moved forward, gave in for the first time.
Yesu, who retreats as advancement, advances absolutely.
Two peerless geniuses in the world of spiritual practice, in this thrilling battle, unexpectedly coincided with each other, choosing the best method of each other, but I don't know who will win the final victory.
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When the hilt is not in the charred black armor.
There was a tearing sound in the entire field.
It's as if the sky was torn apart by someone.
Jun Mo's armor remained unchanged, with some extremely fine sawdust remaining on it.
Behind him was a very terrifying sword intent.
That sword intent pierced Qingxia straightly, and it pierced a sword hole in the cliff with an unknown depth!
It's just that the sword will overflow, and it has such an amazing power.
What about Jun Mo who bears all the sword intent in person?
Almost at the same time.
Jun Mo's fist also fell on Ye Su's body.
He holds infinite light in his fist, which is the vitality of the world in front of Qingxia.
And the vitality of these worlds is filled with an unimaginable amount of sword intent.
The sword intent of the iron sword, even Ye Su's own sword intent.
Jun Mo released the iron sword, and then held countless swords.
When his fist fell on Ye Su, ten thousand swords fell on Ye Su.
The spring breeze blows the willows, and the fine leaves fall into the water.
The morning sun was born, and the lake was full of golden light.
The winter snow lake, the wind is like a knife.
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In front of Qingxia, it was quiet.
Countless eyes fell there again, looking nervously at the two people standing opposite.
I don’t know how long it took.
Ye Su suddenly coughed, and countless dense blood mouths appeared on the plain clothes.
He looked at Jun Mo and said with emotion: "If you don't have this armor, I don't necessarily lose."
"There is no if in the world."
Jun Mo did not have any joy of victory on his face, and said calmly: "If you want to say if, then if I have no armor and you have no sheath, I will win. If you have no sword, I have no sword, I will win."
"If it is eighteen years ago, I will win. If it is eighteen years later, I will win."
He finally said: "So anyway, I win."
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