Chapter 20

He slashed with his blade, cutting off almost the entire hem of his black robe, folded it twice, and threw it. The fabric flew steadily toward the table like a large crow.

Seeing Pei Ye frowned as he watched the arc it drew, his gaze glancing at the landing point, and suddenly he understood something, his heart tightening abruptly.

But he couldn't do anything in time. The crow spread its wings and covered the burning blue flame, and the entire cave plunged into darkness, drowning his constricted pupils and pale face. The flame seemed to have no temperature at all; it could neither be ignited nor penetrate the fabric.

For those with True Qi, the five senses are more sensitive. When the light is weak, Wu Wu Zai Gu can see more things than Seeing Pei Ye; when the sound is faint, Wu Wu Zai Gu can judge the direction more accurately than Seeing Pei Ye.

I have lost ninety percent of my vision, but I still have half of my strength; while you have lost ninety percent of your vision, you have become a cripple. I indeed cannot deal with your sword technique, but now, do you still know when to draw your sword, in which direction to draw your sword, and how to draw your sword?

Seeing Pei Ye did not know.

Without a target, without the details of the other party's moves, without the distance between the enemy and himself, without time to react, even if he possessed unique skills, he could only be helpless.

The five senses dragged the sword technique's legs, or rather, it was the sword technique that was too prominent, which allowed him to hold on for such a long time under such a disparity in strength.

The darkness beside him seemed to be covered with sharp needles, and at any time, from any direction, a fatal blow could strike.

His heart almost stopped beating. Under the pressure of dying at any time, Seeing Pei Ye thought about countermeasures rapidly, but it was of no avail.

This was an open conspiracy, a chasm caused by strength. A warrior of the Seven Lives of the Meridian Tree killing a landlubber is easy, and now things have just returned to the normal track.

There was no more time to think. At this moment, even the worst countermeasure was better than waiting for death.

So, regardless of the fact that he and the flame were separated by almost the entire room, Seeing Pei Ye ran toward it with big strides, relying on his memory.

The whole room was only three or five steps away. Close, the faint light seemed to appear in front of his eyes, but Wu Wu Zai Gu indeed would not give the trapped beast any chance. A sharp sound rang out behind Seeing Pei Ye's head, and the next moment it would slash his neck.

This was also the last chance Seeing Pei Ye was waiting for!

I don't know from which direction you will attack, so I will actively expose my most vulnerable back to you; I don't know at what time you will attack, so I will actively lift the black cloth, forcing you to draw your blade at this moment.

The long sword in his hand had long been ready to go. He gritted his teeth, twisted his steps, turned around, and drew his sword!

In a piece of darkness, he handed everything over to Heaven's will.

To see if this sword of his could slit his throat faster!

A sound of gold and iron clashing.

Seeing Pei Ye's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Until this moment, Wu Wu Zai Gu still hadn't risked his life to attack.

Seeing Pei Ye wanted to have a gamble with him with slim hope, but Wu Wu Zai Gu didn't put his life on the gambling table at all.

Seeing Pei Ye was tempting him to draw his blade, and he was also waiting for Seeing Pei Ye to draw his sword. He wasn't seeking to kill the enemy with one blade, but a clash of blade and sword.

The result was exactly as he expected. Under the disparity in strength, Seeing Pei Ye's sword flew out of his palm and landed on the ground with a "clatter," like a wild goose falling with a cry after breaking its wings.

In Wu Wu Zai Gu's thirty years of life, he had experienced countless life-and-death battles. From the recklessness and negligence at the beginning to the seasoned experience of today, he had long been familiar with the principle that a lion fighting a rabbit also uses its full strength, and he had also seen countless experts capsize in the gutter.

He gave Seeing Pei Ye the greatest respect, turning Seeing Pei Ye, this poisonous snake, first by blinding its eyes, then by pulling out its teeth, turning it into a harmless earthworm.

Seeing Pei Ye stood motionless on the spot, the sweat on his body evaporating and starting to make him feel cold. He realized that he had truly become fish meat under the blade.

In terms of strength, experience, wit, decisiveness, and calmness, the other party steadily surpassed him in every way.

Seeing Pei Ye truly felt this feeling for the first time. It was the helplessness after all tricks were exhausted. His fate was completely mastered in the hands of the enemy. They could kill him however they wanted, and tease him however they wanted.

The so-called predicament is nothing more than this.

Before, he certainly knew the enemy's strength, but that feeling was danger and pressure, which instead aroused his great courage.

And at this time, the fear of being unable to resist death shrouded him for the first time—it was unclear whether it was the fear of death or the fear of powerlessness itself.

A light laugh came from the darkness, along with the sound of a blade being twirled. He hadn't thought that he would feel the joy of victory when facing a landlubber, but fortunately, everything was over.

Draw the blade.

In the darkness where his hands and feet were cold and his whole body was exhausted, the sound of wind pressed in, and fear and despair climbed to the peak.

In this instant, Seeing Pei Ye finally understood that glimmer of light.

It turned out that it wasn't bad luck, but the essence of this sword technique was "Heart and Sword as One."

After decades of immersion, after the sword moves reached the ultimate, the realm that those sword masters painstakingly pursued was actually the threshold for this sword technique to enter the hall.

Only when the state of mind fits can one truly wield this sword technique.

And after his state of mind was completely immersed in despair, Seeing Pei Ye finally understood what it was telling him.

Seeing Pei Ye.

—You think you are gifted, able to trade blows with seniors in their forties and fifties at a young age, and everyone praises you, and you are also complacent. But have you ever thought that you are just a frog in a well?

—You think you are firm in your will, dare to face difficulties, and can be indomitable, but have you really seen difficulties that cannot be overcome? Have you really tasted the taste of complete failure?

—You claim to be brave and martial, righteous and moral, facing strong enemies alone for the sake of relatives and elders, but have you really prepared for death? Who did you save in the end? If you choose again, can you still be unswerving?

—You pride yourself on being thoughtful, sharp-minded, good at changing with the situation, and accustomed to winning against the strong with the weak. But have you ever played against a real strong hand? At this moment, in front of a strong enemy, aren't you ridiculously immature?

When everything you pride yourself on is worthless, who are you?

Stripping these things away layer by layer from outside to inside, leaving only the initial, weakest "I," like a goose with broken wings on a snowy night—this is the state of mind when the old man surnamed Yue founded this sword technique.

If you still have the courage to swing your sword at this time.

Then this sword will open its arms to you.

Seeing Pei Ye's heart surged. Darkness, fear, the smell of blood, and the imminent blade edge all moved away. Regardless of life or death, he just couldn't wait to swing this sword out. Even if it was the last look before death, he wanted to see what it looked like.

But where is the sword?

The sword is at hand.

Seeing Pei Ye reached out and grasped it, a bronze rod more than three feet long, one end sharp beyond words, the other end inlaid with a gourd.

In the silent night, in front of the pitch-black curtain, countless white images suddenly flew in: snow, white horses like jade, ice, frost flowers covering the bright sword body, white and sharp feathers filling the sky...

Draw the sword.

Wu Wu Zai Gu seemed to fall into darkness at once, true darkness.

No sight, no hearing, no feeling, even the blade in his hand seemed to have been lost, as if he were in the deepest dream, or as if he were buried in the darkest center of the earth. That feeling of losing all reliance was all returned at this moment.

Only a sharp wind ran and roared past.

A tearing pain came from his throat, and his five senses returned all at once. Wu Wu Zai Gu lowered his head slowly, his chin resting on a hard and cold bronze rod.

This is the first style of the Snow Night Flying Goose Sword Style.

【Cloud Heaven Obscures Eyes, Losing Feathers】