Chapter 430

A fantasy can only be ended by another fantasy.

Everyone was still stunned; the hall was filled with Life Vein experts, and the Mystic Gate masters were numerous. As Sui Zaihua turned around, Seeing Pei Ye felt the precursor to being crushed in an instant, but the moment their eyes met, everything became unrelated to the outside world.

He walked forward step by step, and everything else faded away rapidly. From behind the old man, a bright jade light spread out—it was a mountain of high-peak cold jade, vast and boundless, with immortal palaces and jade towers, white clouds below, and the starry sky above.

This was the third time Seeing Pei Ye had faced this scene.

He knew he could not refuse, just as he had been unable to refuse the previous two times.

In the early morning of Kongdong, Seeing Pei Ye had used Zhanxin Liuli to defeat the black-robed figure with all his might, but he carried the West Court Heart and issued the decree: "No matter what happens between us, the one who loses will never be me."

Now, he was an ant before him, but he had come carrying the Imperial Decree.

The "Dragon Immortal Secret Decree" and the 【West Court Heart】 suddenly lunged at each other. From behind Seeing Pei Ye, a boundless, infinite forest of dark purple bamboo spread out; the night sky fell into an even deeper, dim, and pitch-black abyss, with vague, massive shapes submerged within. Farther up in the firmament, a long, bearded shape spanning the mountains snaked its way into the human world.

The scroll of the Immortal Lord's Decree collided with the West Court Immortal Realm in an instant, bringing each other to a standstill.

A straight line divided the two worlds. Seeing Pei Ye and Qu Zhu stood on opposite sides, with the immortal palaces and nebulae, and the purple forest and dim sky serving as their respective backgrounds. He stood amidst the white mist and purple bamboo; he stood atop the high wind, snow, and stone.

This was an arena opened directly from the entire Mind-Spirit Realm, exactly the same as the last time. In this world, to sever the heart is to sever the person.

The difference from last time was that the youth's mind was already complete, and the Imperial Decree quietly surrounded him; he was no longer powerless to kneel.

With calm eyes, they faced each other, swords held horizontally.

Qu Zhu was silent for a moment, reached out to take the sword floating before him, raised his eyes, and said, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see."

"I have been waiting for your answer for two days." Qu Zhu sighed softly, raised his arm, and lightly waved the sword in his hand, sweeping forward like a ghost!

He should have known how strong this old man's sword was now. Seeing Pei Ye had faced him alone in the Scripture Depository—ghostly, powerful, calm, and experienced. That time, he had been stretched thin and drenched in cold sweat; even with Zhanxin Liuli's help, he had nearly had his throat slit within twenty breaths.

Now, although he had entered the Spirit Realm, there were clear distinctions of superiority even within the Spirit Realm.

With just the first movement of the sword, that suffocating pressure suddenly gripped Seeing Pei Ye's heart. Too fast! Too strong!

The black robes pressed before his eyes in an instant. This was no longer the leisurely stroll of the earlier sword-testing; this was a life-or-death struggle. Only now did Seeing Pei Ye truly see this peerless sharpness!

He still could not catch such sword light. The white brightness flashed and vanished in his field of vision, and the next moment, the cyan color that submerged his pupils surged forward—straight, powerful, and stunning—"Sword Concealing the Bright Moon" · 【Cyan Sky Hanging a Rainbow】!

Zhang Lingwen had used this sword on the sword platform the day before yesterday. Now, it was as if it had been reborn, stepping from the mortal to the immortal in one move, transforming into a true rainbow of the cyan sky.

Of course, Seeing Pei Ye still could not receive such a sword. The huge gap in sword path attainment pressed down on him again—you have entered the Spirit Realm, penetrated the essence of the moves, and erased the gaps between them... Then, how do you use the moves and respond to them next?

The "Spirit" Realm is the realm of no moves; to put it another way, it is also the realm of all moves.

The old man had clearly long since stepped past its peak.

Seeing Pei Ye lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, his spirit already stretched to the limit. He retreated three steps while thrusting his sword forward. 【Eating Leaves】 was just in time to intercept the opponent's sword light, but after three "dings," it lost its force and control, sticking messily to the cyan light, as chaotic as leaves scraped away by sword Qi.

Without Zhanxin Liuli, without Ming Qitian, he had broken his move and lost his momentum in the very first strike!

Qu Zhu pressed forward with his sword. Compared to the youth's struggle, his sword light turned like flowing water. Seeing Pei Ye gritted his teeth to control his sword, while the black robes unfolding before him already obscured his vision.

The old man's cold, level gaze closed in. He twisted his wrist and flipped the blade, and the cyan light suddenly dyed into a brighter, more intense, scorching white!

Killing intent exploded before Seeing Pei Ye.

— "White Rainbow Chapter" · 【Piercing the Sun】

The old man had clearly grasped its essence. Compared to Yan Caiyue's rough and wasteful use of this sword, he only suddenly initiated the move when he crashed within five feet of Seeing Pei Ye.

No prelude, no delay, a scorching white rainbow suddenly exploded between the two swords. "When Nie Zheng assassinated Han Kui, a white rainbow pierced the sun." This was meant to be a lethal sword strike!

He could not be faster, and he could not block it. In the Scripture Depository, he could only use intuition to support the old man's incoming sword light, and then he was slashed back with a collapsed sword momentum and internal injuries.

Now, the suffocating scorching light had illuminated his face, his forehead hair scattering and flying... Seeing Pei Ye almost knew what kind of situation he was in.

Familiar black robes, a familiar realm of being alone. Two people, two swords—this was nothing more than a larger Soul-Taking Bead.

There was no one who could help you; those friends, helpers, and external objects were all gone. There was only yourself and the sword in your hand, facing such a powerful enemy with nowhere to maneuver.

Such lonely despair... He had experienced it hundreds or thousands of times.

Every one of them had exhausted their all, and in the end, they could still only be defeated by these black robes that would never die.

Seeing Pei Ye raised his light brown eyes and did not return the sword to block again.

He exposed his chest before the old man's sword. That blade-clinging sword was finally firmly controlled by him, and thus, within the scorching white, a brighter scorching white was born!

An unimaginably miraculous reception of the move—sun meeting sun. The true Qi annihilated each other in an instant, and the two swords emitted the most intense sharp screech. Qu Zhu felt the overwhelming power on the sword being taken over in an instant; the two swords were almost indistinguishable.

Qu Zhu immediately moved his sword horizontally to separate. This was truly "the long sword leaving the sheath, the clouds leaving the moon." The sword light, which had just been as bright as day, suddenly became cold, vast, and ethereal. A point of moist pine light was revealed in the mist—it was the cold killing intent.

Anyone would be astonished by the stunning nature of this move change. Amidst the two scorching sun-like powerful swords, a cold 【Pine Born in the Mist】 was born.

This sword pointed precisely and ghost-like at the throat, but a moment earlier... the white sun on the youth's sword had already been extinguished first.

As if prepared right there, amidst the clouds and mist of the old man's sword momentum, he also gave birth to a sword light that was extremely fast, abrupt, and incomparably reasonable, like the shadow of a sparrow darting out of the clouds.

This sword "dinged" onto the tip of Qu Zhu's sword, the light sound like a pine bead falling to the ground.

Qu Zhu's sword momentum fell into a slight tilt for the first time. This slight deviation immediately transformed into a floating fold that followed the momentum, but there was a gap in organizing the sword momentum, even if it was only a sliver.

A familiar, silent move change.

An extremely light sword light, fast following fast. The skylark darted across the water's surface, having already plucked a twisting colorful scale.

Just because of this sliver of a gap, this sword had already broken into Qu Zhu's empty gate. Qu Zhu held his breath and choked his sword within a hair's breadth, leaning back and flying away. This sword still brought up a string of bright red blood beads at his collarbone.

Seeing Pei Ye did not stop at all. The next sword suddenly had hard killing intent, burning with fierce fire amidst the light coolness. The water mist turned into a great waterfall, and the straight sword light rushed directly at the heart. Qu Zhu finally retracted his sword and turned around, but when he blocked his sword horizontally before this sword light, he discovered that the direction the sword tip pointed... had always been the weakest point of this horizontal sword.

Qu Zhu suddenly constricted his pupils and twisted his sword. Seeing Pei Ye's hard sword light arrived at the same time. The two forces collided in this instant, and a clear, resonant golden sound rang through this space. Qu Zhu's long sword broke and left his hand.

Seeing Pei Ye's arm also tilted. He retreated two steps, forcibly gripped the vibrating sword hilt, raised his eyes, pursed his lips, and looked at the black robes a zhang away.

"Yellow Jade." A sword move he had not yet finished learning, now flowing from his hand so familiarly, but this was almost not his temperament. It understood more deeply, and the sword moves were more steady, but it lacked a lot of spiritual light, and there was no "Wind Yao Chapter" connected to it... Bai Yuliang's sword.

What a bright, beautiful move of 【Plucking the Sun to Illuminate the Feathers】, truly like a handsome yellow sparrow flying straight toward the morning sun—now the enemy you face is no longer one that will not die.

Seeing Pei Ye lightly waved the sword in his hand, tightened his brain strings again, and watched Qu Zhu on the other side pluck a new sword from the air.

He knew he had won the first round.

There were still a thousand rounds to go.

On the carriage from Kongdong to the Prefecture City, Seeing Pei Ye had once curiously asked the woman: "Miss Ming, how do sword users in the 'Spirit' realm distinguish between high and low?"

"We have said that the core of the 'Spirit' realm is the understanding of the sword. You can think of it like this: just like playing chess, the 'Clumsy Realm' is about having no mistakes in moves, polishing every piece of your own clearly. The bishop is the bishop, the general is the general, and the strokes are never tilted; the 'Spirit' realm is about beginning to understand the rules of the sword. You are clear about how to use the sword, know how every piece should move, and begin to change."

"Change?"

"The knight can turn into a chariot, and the pawn that has crossed the river can also retreat."

"Is this possible?"

"As long as you can do it."

"..."

"So when you reach the 'Spirit' realm, you possess the basic quality to play 'moves' with any sword user, but it is still a vast realm. Just as I said just now, if you understand deeply and use it wonderfully, you stand at a higher place in the 'Spirit' realm."

"Then it actually also has a relationship with the number of chess pieces."

"Yes."

Seeing Pei Ye was thoughtful: "So... the foundation of all changes for a Spirit Realm sword user is the sword moves he has learned."

"Naturally."

"Um, Miss Ming, do you know how to play chess?"

"I haven't played with anyone yet."

"Next time I will play with you!"

"Okay."

How can you defeat a person who has long since crossed the peak of the Spirit realm in sword moves?

The sword moves he has learned are as vast as the sea, and his thinking when changing moves is strange and profound. That is the accumulation of forty years of immersion in the sword path. For countless sword users, even if such a sword is clearly dismantled before them, very few people can penetrate it.

If the Spirit realm is a competition of understanding the sword, then these black robes have clearly walked too high.

This sword fight is of course a fantasy. You are a newcomer who has just stepped into the Spirit realm, the sword moves you know can be counted on your fingers, and your understanding of the sword has just entered the gate; while the other party is an unfathomable supervisor of sword cultivation. Countless sword talents have grown under his guidance. He can test the depth of sword geniuses like Xiang, Cui, and Su with a casual move.

You luckily defeated him by a move or two under a flash of inspiration, but he still has countless moves that can be connected behind. And as long as he defeats you with one sword, you will have your throat slit and die. How can you win?

Unless...

You really know all the sword moves he has learned.

Unless as long as you have seen it once, you can absolutely see through those miraculous ideas and ghostly variations.

Unless you have personally realized every detail of every sword, so you can truly not lose a single move, and just like this, walk through a thousand rounds without any mistakes on the steel wire that is as thin as a hair over the abyss.

Of course he can.

Any sword move, as long as it has been realized in such detail once, he can never lose on it again... isn't that so?

Unimaginably brilliant sword light suddenly erupted between the two.

Sword moves from all directions were waved casually in Qu Zhu's hands, the exquisite sword turning layered and layered, while the youth only had his "weapons" that could be counted on his fingers. Occasionally, he could fly out a sword style from the Soul-Taking Bead in a flash of inspiration... but his sword was so bright and miraculous.

He had completely penetrated every sword movement, and he was as clear as a mirror about every trap. He clearly had never stood at such a height—except when facing the person before him.

The sword lights of the two crossed and intertwined, changing swords without giving an inch in the hair's breadth between life and death. The sword blades kept illuminating the old and young faces and then left in an instant. Every second was wonderful and miraculous, and every second was a killing intent approaching the throat.

Qu Zhu's sword was really too strong. Here, for the first time, he poured out all his sword arts without any scruples. There was no more panting like after the end of the first round. His stormy offensive was like forcing life.

In a few breaths, a long sword was broken, but in the next instant, he plucked a new one from the air again, connecting to the sword moves just now without any stagnation. Snow blades, black robes, pressing toward the youth before him like a collapsing mountain. His eyes were calm, but the offensive was like a crazy angry dragon.

But Seeing Pei Ye could break every sword within a hair's breadth.

Horizontal sword, stabbing sword, blocking sword, changing sword... exquisite and rigorous in method.

Qu Zhu's sword came from all directions of the Long region, mediocre, high-level; upright, strange; soft, violent. When a person who is profound in the sword possesses so many "chess pieces," fighting moves with him will be a nightmare.

However, Seeing Pei Ye had seen every move.

It was not the first time he had stood opposite these black robes. Those swords pressed down like a rainstorm. Sometimes he was Cheng Jiang Hong, sometimes he was Bai Yuliang, sometimes he was Ji Feng, and sometimes he was even Zhang Meiqing.

"Jade Jade Sword" 【Marrying a Branch to Attend a Banquet】, "White Rainbow Chapter", "Phoenix Mountain Singing"... But most of the time, he was a completely strange person. Identity, appearance, origin were all unclear. The only thing he remembered was the most brilliant sword light of a lifetime that erupted before that body died.

Now, it was right before him.

He had seen how it was used, and he knew how to break it.

Sword lights erupted and extinguished, cyan robes and black robes crossed back and forth. How many zhang on the ground were scattered broken swords, and the two were covered in dripping bloodstains.

They played swords exquisitely, and they never shied away from cruelly exchanging injuries. Here, no one's body was tougher; this was a true decision of the mind.

Gradually, they began to pant, began to be sluggish. However, after hundreds or thousands of rounds, Qu Zhu was never in the upper hand.

Every sword fight that exhausted all his strength was resolved and slashed. He had already plucked nearly a thousand swords from the air, while the youth before him was still the same one from the beginning.

Silent, calm, bright, miraculous and flawless, insightful to the fiber.

Until the end, Qu Zhu could not break open this long sword that was like a canopy. With the breaking and falling of the thousandth long sword, Qu Zhu seemed to have returned to the past thirty years of time.

It was the third style of "Snow Collapse" that could never be understood, it was the tomb of buried stars that could not be thought through or plucked, it was the fingers that vaguely manipulated everything in the sky of the Joy Huan Si Lou... He sometimes thought he had crossed them—or at least had crossed the first one.

But now, that feeling of being insurmountable stood before him again.

Sword.

Seeing Pei Ye had long since crossed the boundary of two worlds. At this time, he stood under the cold sky of high wind, panting and holding his sword, looking at the black robes before him. If he had experienced the tightest and most difficult sword fight to date in the Scripture Depository, now it was like connecting two hundred such battles together.

Breaking a thousand sword moves like this, he had also almost reached his limit.

Qu Zhu leaned tiredly under the residual snow boulder, his eyes looking at the youth, his voice weak and light: "Sometimes I think... you must be able to think of it... but sometimes I think you don't look that smart."

Seeing Pei Ye lowered his eyes quietly: "From the time you used 【Chasing the Sun and Surpassing the Shadow】 in the Scripture Depository... I was thinking about it."

Qu Zhu nodded and sighed: "Those three contests with you were really the biggest failure in twenty years."

Of course, Seeing Pei Ye had always remembered.

Why did he use 【Chasing the Sun and Surpassing the Shadow】, why would the sword talent of the same person be like two different people after twenty years. Why, at the age of fifty, was he so prematurely aged.

Why was he bound in the Joy Huan Si Lou for twenty years, why did he not care whether 【Great Liang】 was obtained.

Why did he struggle to think about "how to condense sword intent without releasing it" in a notebook from many years ago, but later had no more questions...

Because he had already solved it.

Perhaps when he was seriously injured and leaning quietly against the cliff in that snow valley, this man who had experienced ups and downs was thinking, if the Joy Huan Si Lou came first... he would choose such a path.

The Joy Huan Si Lou needed sword arts, the 【Mirror Dragon Sword Sea】 needed hundreds or thousands of swords to fill, time was too late, and the number was not enough. They needed things like the Soul-Taking Bead... Qu Zhu produced such things for them.

Beads that had been plucked one by one, that was not just food for the Sword Dragon to fill... it was also a way for the man to learn the sword.

When Seeing Pei Ye first looked into this bead in Kongdong, he realized that this was the most efficient way to learn the sword, with every detail fiber-by-fiber. But he thought at that time that this kind of personal realization alone was not enough, because it lacked the perspective of the outside world, and this method could not transcend the limitations of sword talent either.

But last night he suddenly understood—the opponents of the sword users in those beads were originally these black robes.

When Qu Zhu refined those beads, he used himself as the shadow within, using his own person and sword as a blank slate, imprinting the sword arts of the sword users without a sliver of omission. Then, when he himself looked into it again and replaced that sword user, what would happen?

Inside and outside, before and after, the whole battle was himself.

This was the true imprinting way of learning the sword. A sword art was thus completely modeled in the heart by two Qu Zhu shapes... This genius had shown him this miraculous spiritual light and firm execution I don't know how many times.

This was of course useful.

When you have learned nearly a thousand sword arts.

Because twenty-seven years ago, before everything erupted, before the previous generation of the Lake Mountain Sword Gate had determined the successor of the sect leader, the young and proud man went to the foot of the Heavenly Mountain to listen to a lecture on the sword by someone from the Cloud Lang Mountain.

At that time, he was about to learn the second style of "Snow Collapse," full of optimism for the road ahead. After returning, he was in a good mood, and according to the agreement with his junior brother, he brought back a pair of engraved knives and swords.

That time, Cloud Lang Mountain taught a sword path achievement that was somewhat tasteless, the inspiration was greater than the practicality, and not many people remembered it later. More than twenty years later, when Ming Qitian went to Heavenly Mountain to ask for the sword, even Shang Yunning, who had read all the books, had not heard the name of this chapter.

It was called "Theory of Three Thousand Human Sword Talents."

When Seeing Pei Ye put on his coat in the cool autumn night and walked down the dim wooden stairs with his sword, he realized that he was going to face the 【Mirror Dragon Sword Sea】 alone with one sword.

Watching a thousand swords in half a day was the miracle he prepared for this battle.

So at this time, of course, he also knew... what he was going to face next.

Seeing Pei Ye tightened his grip on the sword hilt bit by bit. The old man leaning under the stone slowly raised his hand and plucked his last sword from the air.

The sky suddenly began to snow.

Pure white, large flowers born in the air began to land in this world. The old man's eyes looked at him quietly. The thousand broken swords on the ground all began to lose their reflection of light.

The whole world was darkening, the sky was covered with gray clouds, the high peaks were dark, the wind and snow were falling, Qu Zhu slowly supported his body from the stone, and the whole person had descended to the lowest point with this world.

A thousand sword defeats.

When the youth defeated him time and time again, he never crushed him, he just made him look back at his life of the past thirty years more and more.

One high canopy after another, one desperate chasm after another.

His person had been suppressed for thirty years, his sword had been clumsy for thirty years.

This was the height he had climbed with a thousand sword arts. How to condense sword intent without releasing it, he had used his life to complete this interpretation.

Who else knew the sword intent of 【Darkness and Brightness】 better than him?

Amidst the darkness, the sword that was plucked by countless soul beads as a ladder finally revealed itself to the human world. This was of course the highest achievement of his sword path. This sword, which had been cast with thirty years of life, had almost deviated from the original appearance of the sword style itself.

"Snow Collapse Chapter," third style.

Amidst the darkness of all directions, countless dark sword fragments on the ground suddenly began to light up with sharp points of light.

Even a thousand sword defeats, what did they count for?

He had already completed how many impossibilities.

Climbing the ladder, plucking the sword, revenge, recasting his body and name, facing the Play Lord directly!

The broken sword suddenly erupted with unimaginable brightness. Every time the sword broke and failed, it was just a dark process. Wasn't this the path he had already walked?

No matter how cruel the setbacks, no matter how huge the shadows... he would sooner or later penetrate them completely!

The scorching white bright light illuminated the whole world in an instant!

Meng Li had used this sword on a rainy night in Bowang, and Seeing Pei Ye had seen it with his own eyes, but that sword was broken by the old man casually.

Of course, because regarding this sword, he was like an ignorant child before the old man.

Seeing Pei Ye realized for the first time that the sword intent climbed up step by step with life, and the same style of sword realized by a genius casually, would have such a difference between clouds and mud.

The last time he had such a feeling of covering the sky and earth that was difficult to face, it was when he was watching Ji Changyun's 【Sword Sea Chapter】 on the Pine Platform. That was also something a sword user had painstakingly cultivated for more than ten years, but now this sword was even better.

The world built by West Court and the Immortal Decree was submerged. The immortal peaks, the purple forest and dim sky all disappeared from the field of vision. Everything was filled with bright white light. If 【Sword Sea Chapter】 was a sea covering the mountains, this sword was light falling from the sky.

He couldn't even distinguish the direction, and he couldn't see the way. In an instant, the whole world was submerged. And it was so scorching and sharp, as if ten thousand sword blades were gathered together.

Seeing Pei Ye was riddled with holes in an instant.

The light pierced through his body, tearing his skin, destroying his face, piercing his eardrums, blinding his eyes... In an instant, the youth became a dripping blood man.

Yes, he did not have the "Sword Strategy," and he was powerless to pour the whole world into a cup like the Ming Sword Master.

He was still like a toddler learning to walk on the path of the "sword" many times... Breaking the old man's thousand sword arts and responding to ten thousand sword movements without a sliver of error... was already a miracle through and through.

When the sword struggle came to the "intent" realm, to this world where the old man truly stood, he had to face such a desperate situation.

Although Qu Zhu could be affected by your two styles of snow swords countless times, he had already broken out of them on the rainy night in Bowang.

But you, how are you going to face this brightness that submerges the world?

Amidst the light that illuminated the world, the youth standing quietly with the sword was like a shadow that was about to disappear.

He did not display any intent sword, and he indeed could not do more intent swords.

But breaking the intent realm... actually there was another method.

Even if you are not above the "intent" realm and cannot use those intents as weapons, you can also try to break it with an ordinary sword.

Just like what he did to Shang Huaitong on the Bowang arena.

Seeing Pei Ye could no longer see anything. Only infinite brightness and sharpness were destroying his body. Right amidst such powerful brightness that was difficult to resist, he lightly raised his sword and pointed at the remaining darkness behind him.

I choose, darkness.

The world seemed to be quiet for a moment.

The shadow supported by this residual body was fixed just like this. All the light stopped here, and then in the quiet, this darkness dyed the real world. The light was wiped away, and this intent realm that submerged the world began to dissolve bit by bit just like this.

In this intent realm.

If "brightness" is the blooming you touched after thirty years of seeking, then "darkness" is the sword intent left for me. It came to my sword so intimately.

Seeing Pei Ye had already made his choice long ago.

On the desperate cliff of Sword Belly Mountain, watching the woman's blood-stained figure being swallowed by the Sword Dragon, he shouted a furious "Get out!" to the will hanging down from the nine heavens!

Putting him under the cliff of the snow valley, he would only spit coldly at the purple-gold play face that came to him.

A person does not necessarily have to cross every setback. Seeing Pei Ye had never had such a clear mind.

Exhausted the greatest effort, and in the end, did not succeed... that was nothing either.

The youth whose body was almost gone looked at the front quietly. In these few days, sometimes he forgot that elusive state of mind. At this time, he was so peaceful once again.

In front, Qu Zhu stood stiffly with his sword. In the world of all directions, the light slowly dissipated, and the world built by the Immortal Decree and West Court was revealed again.

The old man's expression was not astonished or painful. Perhaps he had thought of this scene long ago, but at this time he was indeed rarely silent.

After a long time, he sighed hoarsely: "So, this is the price you have to pay."

Yes, the price of nobility.

If there was no advance help from Qu Zhu in Sword Belly Mountain, perhaps that white-clothed figure would have really died.

Now in the state of mind, he chose darkness, lost the ability to counterattack, and was destroyed into a useless person.

Even today, carrying the Jade Tiger into the Jade Sword Pavilion, the youth also chose a path of self-destruction.

Qu Zhu walked toward him with his sword swaying slightly. The backlash of 【Darkness and Brightness】 acted on him, but he could still draw his sword.

This is the path after choosing "brightness." As long as you are willing to give up some things, you can always hold your sword tightly.

As long as you are strong enough, you can stand to the end and kill your enemies.

And the youth opposite was already a miracle to be able to continue standing. He had indeed lost even the ability to draw his sword.

However, Seeing Pei Ye was just quiet.

When Qu Zhu walked with his sword to within three zhang of him, he suddenly stopped his steps stiffly.

He felt his trembling body, felt his dilapidated panting, felt his dying, and at the same time felt... an irresistible realm.

The whole person was reflected through without a fiber missing. This was not the irradiation of piercing, but the reflection of clarity. The whole person, the whole mind and spirit, turned transparent.

Seeing Pei Ye slowly raised his head. He could not hear with his ears, could not see with his eyes, but he looked at the old man before him so precisely, as if everything had nowhere to hide.

Seeing Pei Ye suddenly knew what the thing he had touched in the Bright Mirror Ice Mirror and then lost hazily after leaving was.

How could you touch it on the first place of the Sword Book that attracts worldwide attention?

Of course, only by drawing the sword and stepping into the Jade Sword Pavilion.

Abandoning everything and standing before this high-ranking old man, you of course have infinite possibilities of being killed by him.

But for the host of the Imperial Decree, is there any destination more suitable than dying at the West Court Heart?

Compared to what means to survive, the youth perhaps wanted to block this gate of the Immortal Lord's descent so solidly.

Or you might also kill him.

Then if there is no truth, you are a traitor and an assassin; if there is truth, in the current background of the imperial court and the martial arts world, lynching a governor, what kind of taboo is it?

Cloud Lang Mountain might be able to save your life... but Seeing Pei Ye did not contact the woman.

Just as he did not tell Li Piaoqing, did not tell Zhang Xiaozhu, did not tell anyone, he just walked up to the Jade Sword Pavilion with his sword alone.

Because he suddenly realized so clearly that when he helped his friends again and again, did not want to lose any one of them, and tried hard, even angrily, to tell them the importance of "friends"... they actually taught him "loneliness" in return.

Li Piaoqing would leave him and stay in Bowang, Zhang Junxue would step onto the arena he couldn't win alone, Yang Yan would also decide to refuse Heavenly Mountain and walk into the martial arts world alone...

Everyone has a path that must be walked alone.

It is exactly it that anchors why I am me.

Seeing Pei Ye slowly raised the long sword in his hand and held it horizontally before his eyes. He no longer had eyes, but he saw the face waiting to meet in the sword surface clearly again.

That was a pair of long, sharp, bright eyes, looking over coldly, but as if revealing a smile. This smile was really very charming, but the next moment this charm turned into an ugly demon with dripping blood... that was his own face.

Your true pride never comes from fame or sword talent, Seeing Pei Ye.

What you are proud of is holding the sword in your own hand.

With the sword in hand, how can the heart not be calm?

The body of Qu Zhu standing stiffly before him began to turn into a transparent jade bone mirror body, and a shadow like a missing piece was so obvious. Seeing Pei Ye knew of its existence long ago, and this was exactly the reason and goal for him to carry the sword and climb the pavilion.

On the rainy night in Bowang, Li Piaoqing had completed a moment of eye contact with those black robes that moved unimpeded. The Quail Head Heart Candle shone in, but what was fed back was not flawless brightness, but a handsome youth in a cold and snowy realm who was coldly angry and threw his sword because he couldn't learn the sword moves.

Forty years have passed.

The sword is still the poisonous flame in his heart.

In Qu Zhu's clear world, a voice arose: "Isn't it a compromise to use such a method to make up for sword talent?"

Qu Zhu stood stiffly in place. He still held the sword in his hand. Perhaps he could still draw many swords, but at this time he couldn't move at all.

The sword struggle was pulled to a higher level.

The immortal peaks, the purple forest and white mist, all faded away as if melting.

Starting from the youth's feet, the stone and earth turned into clear Zhanxin Liuli, the white mist and wind and snow disappeared, and the purple forest and high peaks were also wiped away. The essence of the world was changing, everything turned into a completely pure and clear realm.

Like an ice surface made of Zhanxin Liuli.

Bright, quiet, vast... as if carrying a lonely dream across a layer of thin ice, below is cold and clear still water. Seeing Pei Ye himself also seemed to be carved from fine, sharp ice jade. Skin, hair, bones, blood, there was no obstruction or shadow, everything was transparent in this world.

The youth's residual body still did not move, slowly retracting the sword into the sheath, and thus the ice jade of the whole world began to shatter. Above the old man's chest in front, that shadow suddenly shattered.

Qu Zhu was stiff all over, kneeling on the ground as if suffocating, the whole person covered with fine lines like shattering.

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

Heart Sword · 【Bright Mirror Mingjian Mingjian Bingtian Reflects Me】

The last long sword in Qu Zhu's hand began to shatter, turning into silver-white flying ash. He knelt on the ground trembling all over, already unable to move.

Yes, no matter how brightly he burned the candle sword, the dark heart poison called "sword" had indeed been stubbornly deposited underneath...

Sword moves, sword intent, sword heart.

Now he had lost everything to the youth before him.

The youth's terrifying residual body walked to him swaying, and knelt by his side somewhat staggeringly.

"... Master Sui." He answered with a hoarse throat, "The book says that those with different paths do not conspire together."

Qu Zhu raised his head with difficulty, but pursed a reluctant smile. This action alone caused his body to shatter and dissipate.

The body of mind and spirit shattered and dissipated in an instant. The West Court Heart and the Immortal Lord's Decree underwent extremely violent changes, but Seeing Pei Ye did not stay here anymore. He returned to his own body.

It was still before the hall of the Jade Sword Pavilion. All the struggles were just an instant. The old man in black robes standing before him was stiff. He was still alive, but he couldn't do anything anymore.

The restlessness that rose around was still entering his ears. "Who are you?" "Who are you?"... Countless chaotic questions mixed into a piece of noise.

However, they had been cut off at this time. That was the silence caused by the bystander's heart sword.

Seeing Pei Ye looked at this face before him quietly. The Jade Tiger sword pierced his heart. In the splashing of hot blood, he nailed him firmly to the pillar, then grabbed his hair to expose his throat, and tore the sharp Copper Sparrow Token from his waist.

Perhaps the intense pain awakened some of the old man's consciousness. A faint, hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat: "Seeing Pei Ye..."

"..."

"... If there must be such a 'savior'... then he should get it in such a way." The voice drifted, "From today on... if there is still one person in this world who recognizes Qu Zhu... then it is only you."

Seeing Pei Ye only paused for a moment, pursed his lips, raised his arm, and slashed hard, cutting off this vigorous neck.

No one reacted. They only saw the two look at each other. Countless people were still immersed in the Zhanxin Liuli sword realm just now and couldn't extricate themselves, when suddenly unimaginable blood sprayed out.

Even the Mystic Gate was frozen cold before this scene, unable to find their own bodies for an instant.

In the strange and complete silence of the whole hall, the youth before the hall turned around. Fresh, hot blood flowed down from his forehead and face. He scanned the hall full of brocade and cyan purple coldly and silently, raised his hand, and threw the Copper Sparrow Token into the sword arena.

The sharp corners "duo" nailed into the ground. Amidst the crisp clashing of the pendant, it was the youth's slightly hoarse and soft answer:

"Fenghuai, Seeing Pei Ye."

Everyone was as if in a dream. The first column of the gold list was hanging high with this name, and the brilliant morning sun sprinkled on it, as if dyed with gold.

On the ground of the sword arena, bright blood flowed from the edge of the Copper Sparrow Talisman, spreading to the exquisite copper pieces strung together, soaking the line of vigorous and unrestrained carving bit by bit.

【Who is willing to believe in the hidden traces that have not been met? Now the name is finally revealed.】

(End of chapter)

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