Nightfall Chapter 148: Qingxia On the Sword (Part 2)
"If you can break it, you can't follow it."
This is Liu Bai's answer, and it is also the truth that the strong are used to.
The second brother actually thinks like this. His iron sword is his own rules, but he is best at breaking the rules of others, so he continued to ask: "If you want to break, why not break?"
Only he and Liu Bai understood the meaning of this sentence—Liu Bai had already answered at the very beginning, but that answer did not explain the second brother.
Liu Bai looked towards the sky without saying anything.
Since there is no answer, then I can only continue, and finally discuss the matter with the sword.
"Sword is divided into sword and law, and law is divided into force and skill."
"Momentum is the power of thought, and technique is the means."
"When I first met, I saw the surging yellow river, and the power of mind was the strongest in the world. I practiced swords for three days, and I had 8,000 positions around me. I didn’t miss a single thing. I couldn’t touch my clothes in heavy rain, and the methods were the strongest in the world."
Liu Bai looked at Jun Mo and said, "If you fight with me on weekdays, if you have defeated and won't win, in these two days, your sword will cut a thousand horses, and your vitality will grow stronger. The number of victory and defeat is ninety one. Now you He defeated Ye Su again, his sword intent was extremely mastery, and he was regarded as eighty-two, but the sword is one of the ways, not by number theory, so you will definitely lose today."
"If you don't use number theory, why count?"
The second brother said: "I always thought that a battle that has not started, there is no definite victory."
Liu Bai laughed and praised: "Good spirit."
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Jun Mo has reached the wilderness, some distance from the exit of Qingxia, in front of him, there are scattered arrows scattered like autumn withered branches, and more than two hundred swords.
These swords are of different styles, and the only thing in common is that these swords no longer have a master.
The Battle of Qingxia started for more than two days. He blocked the continuous attacks of hundreds of strong practitioners and seized more than two hundred swords, which were stuck in the wilderness deadly. It's like a sword mound.
Today, when he walked to the tomb of this sword, the two hundred swords seemed to sense something, and they trembled slightly, like a tree branch blown by the wind, forming a sword forest.
Much like the sword forest deep in the meadow of the college.
Jun Mo stood in this sword forest with a solemn expression and raised the iron sword in his hand.
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Liu Bai quietly looked at the sword forest, the tall man in the sword forest. His right hand stretched out the wide sleeves and held the hilt, the ancient sword at his waist was silent.
His palms are broad and his fingers are slender, making him the most suitable for holding a sword, tightly gripping the hilt. There was no gap in sight, and they were perfectly combined, as if the hand and the hilt were originally connected.
The ancient sword in its sheath vibrated slightly, whistling of joy.
When he held the hilt in his hand, the sword in the sheath became a part of his body, or in other words, his body became an extension of the sword, and the two could no longer be distinguished from each other.
Hold the sword in your hand. It does not mean that it is the sword control method with the sword in the hand.
When Liu Bai took out his sword, he might also use his sword for thousands of miles.
If you don’t take the path of the golden mean, you just follow the absolute trend. It doesn’t mean that you can only choose one of the two sword control methods. The Liu Bai of the year might have swayed. Now that he is now in the state of perfection, he will no longer be This kind of problem is plagued, and Jianxin is transparent, so he can choose it at will.
No one knows. Which sword control method he would choose today.
People only know that he moves his sword. No one can catch it because his sword is the fastest. Except for the masters and elder brothers of the immortal realm, except for the first lecturer who can compete with the flesh, the rest are not mentioned.
There is a universal truth, Liu Bai's first sword is equal to victory.
Jun Mo didn't let Liu Bai take the sword first, he chose to take the sword first.
Even if the iron sword comes out first, it still may not work.
Because Liu Bai's sword is too fast, it can even come first, so Jun Mo didn't choose to let the iron sword break through the air, but instead swung it forward.
Like every time he swings his sword in the past two days.
There was no expression on his face, there was no tremor in the hospital uniform, and the broad and straight iron sword swung out along with the sleeves and went away naturally. There was no cloud, but countless auras of heaven and earth.
There is no enemy, where will the iron sword be hit?
There are indeed no enemies in front of him.
But in addition to the autumn wind, there are more than two hundred sword hilts on the ground, and there is a sword forest.
The iron sword swung into the sword forest, hitting an abandoned sword.
The spent sword was inserted deeply into the wilderness, and it was suddenly hit hard, and the hilt of the sword was broken.
The blade is bent to the extreme.
The majestic power from the iron sword, like a hurricane, pulled it out of the mud.
The stern sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the waste sword turned into a sword light and flew southward.
Jun Mo continued to swing his iron sword.
His sword swing is still so natural.
Every iron sword carries the power of heaven and earth.
Every time a sword is swung, there is a waste sword in the wilderness that bursts into the air, more powerful than a crossbow!
Whether it is sword power or swordsmanship, his realm is below Liu Bai.
No matter what kind of sword control he uses, he cannot be stronger than Liu Bai, and faster than Liu Bai's sword.
So he chose a method that no one thought of.
He didn't hold the sword and went forward without flying the sword, but swung the sword.
Waving the sleeves is not splitting, not cutting, not stabbing, but smashing, or hitting.
He condensed the vitality of the heaven and the earth between the green hills on the iron sword, and knocked out the waste sword on the ground.
Use the power of the green hills to help the sword fly through the air.
Only in this way can it be faster than Liu Bai's sword.
To fight for Qingshan.
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Before Qingxia, there were countless stern swords roaring.
Dozens of swords, like stones that have been hit hard, jumped up from the blood-stained wilderness and turned into dozens of sword lights. They disappeared in an instant, and they appeared before the carriage!
Flying sword is a cultivator using thought power to control the vitality of heaven and earth, and then indirectly control the sword control method of the flying sword of life. Like a powerful person of Liu Bai's level, his heart is between the swords, and he can cut people to the first level.
Jun Mo's Qing Shan Da directly applied the vitality of heaven and earth to the sword body, omitting the link of thought power manipulation, and turning the power of nature into the speed of sword horror.
The speed of these swords before Qingxia has surpassed the cultivator's imagination of the speed of flying swords. No one has ever thought that they can control swords like this, and no one has seen such fast flying swords.
These swords are about to reach the wilderness and the air begins to whine, so fast that neither the naked eye nor the perception can capture its traces. It's almost equivalent to disappearing!
As soon as Liu Bai didn't have the confidence, he could shoot out before these flying swords.
So instead of controlling the flying sword, he drew it.
The sword in his hand looks ordinary, and some rust can even be seen.
Because he hasn't really drawn his sword for many years.
No one could think that Liu Bai's first sword was actually a guard.
Liu Bai didn't expect it either.
Because he didn't expect that someone in the world could come up with a method faster than his own sword.
If it is usual. He will admire and even appreciate Jun Mo's strength.
But at this time, his expression must be solemn, because he has to face these swords.
He was forced to defend.
Have to guard.
So he crossed the sword.
The ancient sword is horizontally in front of him, without eyebrows, not a salute. But a sword intent.
This sword intent is like the ancient sword itself, absolutely straight, without a trace of tremor in the autumn wind.
Only a male city built on solid granite can feel this way.
There are rust spots on his sword, straight ahead, it is indestructible, like an old city wall that has been eroded by wind and rain for thousands of years. It looks dilapidated, but in fact it is still so strong.
Just now. Jun Mo's first sword has arrived.
That waste sword no longer felt so lifeless. The body of the sword rubbed against the cold autumn air and glowed, not the warm glow of red heat, but the cold light.
The sharp point of this sword, I don't know how many layers of air it pierced, trembling at high speed. I believe that even if a thick iron plate is in front of it, it will be directly broken by these high-speed vibrations.
This sword is about to come to Liu Bai's body.
I'm about to meet the rusty sword that is horizontal.
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It is like the collective ringing of ancient bells before Lanke Temple was destroyed.
It was like a urchin throwing stones into the calm lake.
The air in front of Liu Bai. There was a voice.
The voice is very clear. It's very far away.
It looks like a piece of paper is torn.
It's like paper wetted by rain and then crumpled up. Throw it under the desk.
The waste sword with unimaginable speed and power entered the air in front of Liu Bai and suddenly stood still.
I didn't meet the horizontal rust sword, there was a foot difference.
Not even touching Liu Bai's body.
In front of Liu Bai, an invisible barrier appeared.
Jun Mo inserted the sword from Qingshan into this barrier.
This barrier is the sword intent of the horizontal sword and the city wall.
The second sword hit by Jun Mo Qingshan followed.
The same hovered in front of Liu Bai, unable to pierce the barrier.
No one saw that the rusty sword that Liu Bai was in front of him was slightly bent.
Although the degree of curvature is so small, it is almost invisible to the naked eye.
The third sword followed.
The fourth sword.
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Dozens of swords pierced through the sky like electricity, and then hovered in front of Liu Bai.
Every time the sword arrives, the rust sword in Liu Bai's hand will bend one point.
In the end, the rust sword bends clearly.
However, there is no sign of breaking.
Because the sword suddenly became soft.
The sword in his hand is no longer the mottled old city wall, but the river under the city.
The moat.
The river is gentle, but it can hold a strong city.
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With dozens of swords, none of them can penetrate the invisible barrier, and they are still in the air.
This scene looks weird and shocking.
As if in the air in front of Liu Bai, a forest of swords grew.
These swords are very close to his body, and the sharp blades with cold light almost touch his eyes.
Anyone will probably feel scared in this situation.
But the expression on Liu Bai's face is still so peaceful.
Because his sword is in his hand.
Then these swords can't get close to one's body.
Not close.
Not far.
It will be one foot.
This is a foot in front of Liu Bai.
This is his world.
This is the world of the sword in his hand.
Wind can come in, rain can come in.
No other swords can enter.
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