Chapter 248: Morning Mushroom (End)

For how many rings before, people had sat for several hours in the diffusion of this mysterious and ghostly intent. That quiet, cold, and ghostly temperament was a high and distant loftiness that people had never realized before.

Strength has size, skill has high and low, and what is divided by layers is different worlds.

The lower cannot break the upper, regardless of size and strength, only because all your efforts in front of it are just flowers in the mirror and moon in the water. Zhang Zhang Junxue had already made the most exhaustive annotation for this in the previous match.

Moreover, at that time, this Ghost Life sword hadn't been used at all. The young lady even broke out of this incomplete artistic conception by herself.

But now it had turned upside down.

When this artistic conception was completely completed, its true strength and flawlessness were revealed to everyone. Even as a bystander who only perceived it, the kind of quiet coldness that spread over everything in silence made people feel cold and stop breathing.

It was not "irresistible," but "no way to resist"—throwing you into the boundless water, who are you going to fight with?

Even among the Intent Swords, it was a sword that could be called outstanding.

Therefore, when people perceived such a sword spreading, they knew that this ring had already ended.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's face was gloomy. He hadn't put a sword on the young man's throat for a while, just for a moment, he was still unwilling to accept such a victory.

But no one thought that the young man would actually not accept such a failure first!

He was in such a realm, yet he was the first to draw his sword again towards the invincible, ghostly, and ethereal black cloak in front of him, still without expression!

When this sword-light suddenly rose, everyone saw Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's complete rage!

This kind of ignoring and arrogance definitely stung him. Precisely because he had always placed himself high above, when facing such strong arrogance, the poisonous flames in his heart would be so difficult to suppress.

The man's eyes were like bells, filled with redness, and his high-deep face was now as ferocious as a Yaksha. No longer using coldness and tautness to restrain the remaining demeanor, Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong pressed down with all his sword!

All kinds of ghostly heights gathered on the man's body. The black cloak was as dark as night, and everything around was a quiet night. No matter how many times he had been defeated before, when this sword was truly used, he was once again at an absolute height. Everyone felt the heart-shaking heaviness, coldness, and suffocation.

The young man's bright sword-light suddenly froze.

The previous lightness and decisiveness now seemed to be covered in invisible threads, wrapping, binding, and obstructing. Amidst the dark, nether realm pressing down upon him, the youth felt as if even breathing had become difficult; he stiffly and reluctantly held his sword before him, just like a slow, fragile, and crooked paper doll.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong smashed him to pieces with one sword!

The majestic power of the Six Lives fell to the ground completely for the first time. Under the entanglement of Ghost Life, the young man could no longer unleash any tricks. The two swords collided, like a hurricane hitting withered paper. The young man's body was like a kite with a broken string, suddenly thrown away, bringing up a sharp line of blood in the air.

He was about to fall off the ring, but this crooked figure turned around reluctantly in the air, falling straight down, and landed on the edge position shakily.

The young man lowered his head, opened his mouth, and a mouthful of fresh blood leaked onto the ground, and then he gasped heavily.

Like a suffocating fish.

There was no opportunity for any game. Certainly, there were sword moves, but intent is intent. If you are not at this level, you cannot resist.

Li Li Piaoqing stood up suddenly, her eyes staring straight at the ring. If she hadn't been held by Shen Yao, the young lady would have already jumped off the ring field.

Zhang Zhang Junxue's face was pale as she clenched her clothes. She had long understood the suppression and powerlessness of being in it, and now this sword was far better than it was then.

Above the high platform, the old man in old official clothes also twisted his body and stood up halfway, looking anxiously at the figure high above.

There were no cheers, and the field was silent for a while.

Like an abyss and like the sea, ghostly like a ghost immortal, the strength of the complete Intent Sword was now deeply imprinted in people's hearts. Everyone was shocked by the young man's courage, but they also had to sigh at such a crushing scene.

When this sword was truly displayed in the man's hands with its due power, people knew how ridiculous the previous thoughts were—what Zhang Zhang Zongyuan or Yang Yan, even if you count back twenty or thirty sessions, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to win in front of such a sword!

The young man was not swept off the ring with one sword, and now he could still stand, which had already exceeded everyone's expectations.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong didn't even need to move. The tighter and deeper threads would deprive the young man of everything—strength, Qi, perception... even thinking.

But the man still swung his sword and walked over in big strides. Even his footsteps revealed violent rage.

How could he let him go so easily?!

All the anger accumulated from the previous two matches, today, the martial arts competition, and even the contempt harvested from this person from earlier, now, he wanted him to pay the price for it!

Two defeats didn't represent anything. He was naturally angry and resentful for it, but he would never doubt himself. Just like he had once lost to Bai Bai Yuliang, but as long as he had this sword, he would forever confidently stand above everyone's head!

This was his blue ladder, his wings, the place where his belief and pride were placed. His dirty soul was lifted high into the clouds by it!

Such a sword!

If you have never seen gods and immortals, then now he is holding it in his hand.

When he no longer plays those boring games and truly swings this sword, who can pass a move in his hands!

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's anger-filled gaze was locked on the young man. While walking, he raised his arm and lifted his sword flatly.

Following the man's action, the ghostly threads moved again, and the entire huge artistic conception pressed down on the fragile young man without mercy.

For the sword in his hand to drive forward.

Everyone felt the trend of this artistic conception, and exclamations had already sounded on the stands.

And Seeing Pei Ye's heart was stifled and his thinking was stiff.

He was naturally completely shrouded by this sword, and he was naturally unable to break out of the complete Intent Sword.

When the sword tip of 【Breaking the Earth】 forced Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's throat, a high and unpredictable sword burst out from the man's hand, suddenly pouncing, covering a curtain composed of ghostly quietness and threads between the world and himself.

The man close at hand suddenly became distant.

Seeing Pei Ye had used Cloud Sky Covering Eyes Losing Feather many times, but this was the first time he felt the feeling of the Intent Sword pouncing on his face. The sky was caged and the earth was tilted. It was truly suddenly falling into the deep sea, with nothing to grab in all directions. The helplessness of an instant made his heart shrink suddenly.

The next moment, trapped in this realm, he was completely wrapped by sharp hostility and cold suppression.

In this world, nothing belonged to him.

But at that time, it was not impossible to move.

Compared to the sudden deprivation of the Snow Night Flying Goose, the intent of this sword was quiet and slow, and countless cold and slender things invaded the body. But in the first moment, although the body was cold and stiff, you could still move according to your own wishes.

Seeing Pei Ye then shook his sword and stabbed at the man again.

But Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's reaction was more than twice as fast.

He suddenly raised his sword to meet it, and at the moment of crossing swords, this seemingly deep and quiet realm suddenly revealed its sharp fangs.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong crashed with one sword, and everything around him was driving forward for him. In this realm, he was almost assisted by heaven and earth!

And Seeing Pei Ye's sword seemed to be firmly entangled by ten thousand threads. Qi was sucked away, power was passing away, and when changing moves, the air around was fighting against the sword momentum.

He couldn't receive Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's sword head-on in the first place. At this time, the other was strong and he was weak, with nowhere to maneuver. The tragedy of the two swords colliding came as a matter of course. Being able to return the sword in time to defend and control the body on the ring was already an outstanding achievement.

However, this was precisely the situation Seeing Pei Ye was prepared to accept.

Before going onto the ring, he knew the man was holding this sword; before unleashing the sword, he had already felt the shrouded ghostly suppression.

Towards this sword, he had his own ideas, but if he hadn't seen it head-on, how would he know what it really looked like?

He raised his head, and even his vision began to be deprived. In the slight blur, the man in front of him walked over with the momentum of crashing everything. Seeing Pei Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Only seriousness and tightness, never tension.

He slowly closed his eyes and pinched his fingers twice in the air. That stinging dryness appeared again on his fingertips like burrs.

The young man grasped the hilt of the sword again with this feeling.

The blur in front of his eyes was even worse.

The "loss" that Zhang Zhang Junxue had experienced climbed up coldly at this time. Seeing Pei Ye knew this was "assimilation." Gradually, he would also completely become a part of them.

Thus, he couldn't help but feel funny.

His body was cold and his intent was stiff. Everything was falling into the abyss of stillness. Seeing Pei Ye resisted the choking and took a deep breath.

In front of him, Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's violent sword that made people feel stifled had already brought up a gust of wind.

—

The young man with bloodstains on the corners of his mouth stood in front, just like a powerless rag doll.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's anger was still full, but he had forcibly suppressed the loss of composure on his face.

This scene truly calmed his mood.

Just a grasshopper that jumped a bit higher. Any time he wanted to crush it to death, he could. The tiger loses its claws and teeth, the bird loses its wings, throwing away the Ghost Life Sword—competing with people with his own true pride, so what if he lost?

For the past ten years, you have been holding those pitiful sword skills of yours and studying them back and forth, while the height I have reached is a height you will never be able to touch.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong naturally knew that this young man was only seventeen years old, but what he knew even more was that after this sword, his sword path would stop at seventeen forever.

The Ghost Life threads were born in the sword. Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong looked expressionless, pressed his wrist with his left hand, and the entire artistic conception pulsed ghostly.

Everyone felt the heart-shaking awe-inspiring chill.

That was no longer just the infection of the artistic conception, but everything was mobilized, ten thousand threads, tied in the man's sword.

Quietly falling.

【Morning Together Send · Evening Together Wither】

Originally born in the morning and died in the evening, not dreaming with ordinary flowers.

The true killing sword recorded in the "Ghost Life Section," now, Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong was also holding it in his hand for the first time.

Sprinkled down towards the young man who had no power to fight back in front of him.

The body and the threads merged into one. The threads withered, and the body should wither.

Being in the game, this is a sword that cannot be avoided and cannot be blocked.

However, in the heartbeats that were suddenly clenched in the entire venue, Seeing Pei Ye raised his head, still with that flat and indifferent look.

Lightly buckle the sword.

The young man's thinking about this sword did not come from this match, or after the man unfolded the Ghost Life Realm.

But it had already started when Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong first spread his incomplete artistic conception to the entire venue.

How the man carved his mentality by plucking grass, how he integrated emotion and intent with the entire martial arts field, and how he spread this sword clearly, in front of five thousand people, and gave it a ridiculous repair on the spot.

Everything fell into Seeing Pei Ye's eyes without a difference.

Everyone was amazed and praised for this achieved Intent Sword, and was captured by its strength and ghostly wonderfulness.

Only the young man had always frowned and felt like a fishbone in his throat.

As if a stone grain was embedded in a smooth noodle cake, as if a broken sound was mixed into a beautiful piece of music, it was very difficult to endure.

And now, after facing this sword head-on, Seeing Pei Ye finally managed to grab it in his hand.

Thus, at this time, under the shock of ten thousand people, the young man lightly raised his arm and blocked the sword that Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong had sprinkled over.

The expected scene did not appear, and those dead and withered things that were accumulated and unleashed just stayed there.

The entire venue was silent for a while.

Why didn't anything happen?

But soon new things appeared—dryness, obvious dryness, born from the place where the two swords collided.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's body froze, bewildered and stunned.

For the man, the appearance of something unexpected in this realm was a complete catch-off-guard.

But the next moment, this unexpectedness became clear—the increasingly intense dryness kept bursting out from the place where the two swords rubbed, until it had a clear form. It was fire.

At the moment of realizing this, Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong froze completely, as if he had been poured with a basin of ice water.

Familiar fire.

The fire of 【Seven Lives Casting Fire】!

In the gaze of fifty thousand people, under the heavy, quiet suppression that everyone deeply realized, the young man at the center of the cold, ghostly stillness plucked a bright spark from his sword.

And then, it expanded violently.

The fiercely rising flames suddenly engulfed everything on both of them, from the inside out, from root to end; every fine thread and complex strand was utterly incinerated!

Everything had been burned, so where did the withering together come from?

And after burning the threads around the two, the flames still didn't stop!

With the two as the center, the violent heat and light burned towards the entire Ghost Realm, and everywhere it reached, it responded to it!

In an instant, the Ghost Life Realm had become a sea of fire.

Everyone was stunned and speechless.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong looked at all this with stiffness, as if he had forgotten that he was still on the ring.

Astonishment, confusion, disbelief.

Day and night, ten years of hard practice, entrusted with belief, entrusted with pride.

Such a god-like sword art, standing above the white clouds, was his proudest achievement in the sword path.

It was dismantled by the young man with one sword.

He naturally knew what had happened.

Now the young man stood in front of him. He looked at him lightly, without expression, without action. That flat and indifferent look was like the most profound mockery.

—Who taught you to put fire into mushrooms?

This thought was even harder to accept than the defeat of the "Ghost Life Section" in the young man's hands, because that was just a victory or defeat, while this made all his efforts for ten years become absurd and ridiculous!

Just like the sharpest dagger, deeply piercing into the man's heart, stabbing out fresh flesh and blood.

The young man's flat and indifferent look now seemed to have turned into countless pairs of eyes. All fifty thousand people in the venue clearly watched his Ghost Life Realm being burned out by the young man's sword!

In an instant, hysterical rage broke through everything—soul, brain, emotion. Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong was completely drowned by rage. He looked at the young man in front of him, his face ferocious to the extreme.

So what!!

Even if it is a wrong Intent Sword, it is still an Intent Sword! It is still a sword art that you will never be able to touch! I can still enter the Sword Academy, I can still walk again!

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's eyes were overflowing with blood-like redness.

And the martial arts competition is not over yet!

You just broke the move, you didn't put the sword on my throat! Do you think I will admit defeat to you myself?!

You wasted this hard-earned opportunity and chose to humiliate me. Now, there is no opportunity!!

He stared at the young man in front of him with his eyes almost bulging, and suddenly rose with his sword!

The sudden exclamations in an instant connected into a piece.

Everyone was still shocked by the unbelievable scene just now, and no one thought that the man would unleash his sword again at this time.

Clearly, the victory or defeat was already so clear!

But this move full of majesty suddenly appeared on the ring, almost setting off a gust of wind. At this time, under the pouring of rage, it appeared even more shocking!

—【Seven Fires No Life】!

Even if the Intent Sword was broken, he was still the number one Six Lives of Bowang in name and reality.

And at this time, the young man was three feet in front of him, his Qi exhausted after a bitter battle, his energy exhausted, and he was still carrying a pale injury, just like a piece of paper.

He could cut off his head with one sword!

But the next moment, Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong suddenly had an illusion—the young man seemed to move faster than him.

At the moment his fingers moved, the young man moved his gaze over at the same time. Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong looked at these indifferent eyes and felt that his whole body was thoroughly seen through.

And the next moment, a white sword-light like ice jade appeared in front of these eyes.

Appeared in front of his violent, fire-burning sword.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong had never seen such a wonderful sword-light, but this stunning only lasted for a moment. The next moment, he lost his vision, lost his ears, lost his nose, lost his whole body...

The deepest and most oppressive darkness suddenly descended, burying him completely.

And on the entire martial arts field, the whole venue was silent for no reason.

The young man brought a white world with one sword.

It shouldn't have appeared in front of people, but this was the collision of two artistic conceptions. The Ghost Life Realm was already in everyone's perception.

Thus, people saw with their souls confused that at the end of the gloomy and manic Underworld Realm, a kind of bright and pure whiteness spread over from the sky, covering everything in the gloom.

In the silent, void night, before the pitch-black curtain, countless white images surged forth: snow, jade-like white horses, ice, frost flowers covering bright, watery sword blades, and white, sharp feathers filling the sky...

Alone like a dream, full of white, the bright moon as a jade mirror, the snow color as silver.

No need for any empathy, this is the simplest and most direct cold sharpness and beauty.

Compared with such cold murderous intent, the previous Underworld Realm was like a hot spring.

This was a... true Intent Sword.

And on the ring, Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong woke up from the deepest suppression of nothingness and darkness. The long sword in his hand had already flown away, and the whole person crashed to the ground.

The next moment, Seeing Pei Ye stepped firmly on his throat.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's face was twisted and flushed.

The cold deep suppression had not completely dissipated. The young man's eyes that saw through everything stared at him. He wanted to struggle to mobilize his dantian, but in the previous moment, the surging fierce fire—not the fire of artistic conception or sword moves, but the real intense high temperature—had already surged in, drowning everything.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong felt the severe pain and complete powerlessness in his body, and disbelief, stiffness, and horror appeared on his face at the same time. He looked at the young man looking down indifferently under the shadow of the sky, and finally understood his thoughts.

He could clearly have defeated himself with one sword, but he insisted on using only the Qi of the Four Lives and a simple sword, one by one, unstoppably crushing everything he had.

This kind of arrogance made Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong feel cold all over.

Yes.

As long as you are stronger than others, there will be pride. It's just that some people bury it deep, some bury it shallow, and some show it to others without reservation.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong looked down on the entire Bowang because of an Intent Sword.

When Zhu Zhu Gaoyang stood against three top masters alone and turned back with a smile in a desperate situation, what kind of pride was in his heart?

Ming Ming Qitian was not proud, but the things she did were always the kind that the proudest people would do.

Then Seeing Pei Ye, how could he not have the same emotions?

In the study of the Prefecture Office, the old man said: "I actually think you are more arrogant than Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong, but you always pretend to be very humble."

Now, everything the young man wanted to express had been completely conveyed to the man under his feet—

Neither knowing how to learn the sword, nor knowing how to use the sword.

Seeing Pei Ye stepped on his throat, and the arrogant aura mentioned by Sui Sui Zaihua was sprayed out without any concealment for the first time. This was also the first time the young man spoke coldly since he went onto the ring:

"A fool like you, also worthy of talking about the sword in front of me?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 249 =====