Chapter 752: Breaking My Theory

Sects at the level of Mingzhu Water Pavilion and Luoying Mountain actually don't have much of a gap with the Thirty-Three Sword Gates. If only talking about talents of the same generation, registered sword gates like Kongdong are even inferior.

But the Thirty-Three Swords are the Thirty-Three Swords after all. Even if Kongdong is weak, there is still Ji Zhuowu, the 【Head of the Seventeen Peaks】, standing proudly on the Fu List. Even in ten years, Mingzhu and Luoying may not necessarily have a person in the top twenty of the Fu List.

So after these types of sword sects, disciples of the Thirty-Three Sword Gates began to take the stage.

The Great Tang Thirty-Three Sword Controller Daoqi Society was established under the leadership of Yun Lang and organized by the Immortal Platform. It discussed and selected the thirty-three most representative sword gates in the Great Tang territory to form a coalition. From then on, a golden cage and jade line began to appear in the sword path Jianghu where each family competed, and it became more and more of a consensus in the thirty years that followed.

Countless swordsmen in the Jianghu, no matter how well they practice their swords, always want to see the sword drawing of the disciples of the Thirty-Three Sword Gates; even the most confident swordsman, if he hasn't sparred with swordsmen within the Daoqi Society, will always have an uneasy knot in his heart.

For the small sword sects on the periphery, the most precious opportunity to attend this banquet is to sit in the same hall with the names spread in the Jianghu and see what the true high places of the sword path Jianghu look like, and these names are often within the Thirty-Three Sword Gates.

The winner of the previous round, 【Red Snake】 Ba En, a true disciple of the "Footless Wuzu Linmen," a neighbor of the Southwest White Deer Palace, was still standing on the pool. He had just defeated Bian Weiji of Nanyue Mountain, who had been quite famous recently, in thirty moves. The two fought with exquisite and beautiful sword techniques, winning many cheers in the garden.

He could have chosen to leave the stage, but obviously didn't want to let go of this opportunity, and still stood on the ring with his sword as the winner, as the person to welcome the Thirty-Three Sword Gates to take the stage.

Many expectant gazes also fell on him—everyone wanted to see the extremely high and subtle sword drawing of the Thirty-Three Sword Gates, and also wanted to see swordsmen like themselves who were not in the Daoqi Society defeat the Daoqi Society. Both of these things would arouse admiration and excitement.

The order was 89th, the Divine Capital Sword Training Academy, and the person taking the stage was Zhang Chao of the Bai Yuan Cave.

This low-key and simple sword student's shoulder injury had not yet healed. After bowing his fists, he took his sword and went on stage. The sword students of the Sword Training Academy, who had been chatting and watching, made some small shouts for the first time at this banquet.

Zhang Chao returned several salutes to his own people somewhat embarrassedly. When he passed Pei Ye, he cast a glance, and Pei Ye smiled and raised his hand to hold his wrist.

Zhang Chao walked onto the pool. He came from the last three small families of the Thirty-Three Swords, and there was only one Grandmaster sitting in the sect. He had been studying in the Sword Training Academy for half a year and bowed his sword to Ba En: "Zhang Chao, successor of the Bai Yuan Cave's 'Ape Duke Sword,' please give me your advice, True Disciple Ba."

Ba En returned the salute, and Zhang Chao took the lead in drawing his sword.

Ba En closed his eyes slightly and held his sword flat.

It was the secret technique of the Footless Wuzu Linmen, "Tongue Breath," which could see through the opponent's sword style with special perception, catching gaps, as agile and fast as a snake. Just now, Bian Weiji was defeated by

this kind of sword technique.

Zhang Chao's sword came straight, picking at the throat, both accurate and fast. Ba En didn't move, but just when the sword tip was about to reach his throat, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword he was holding quietly seemed to turn into a white moon, cutting toward the weakest point of Zhang Chao's sword momentum with a ding.

This weakness was found extremely precisely and accurately, cutting right on the side of Zhang Chao's sword, and his long sword was knocked out of his hand with a shake. This move was even better than the one just now. Many people who were feeling sorry for Bian Weiji just now felt that his defeat was not unjust at all.

Ba En was extremely happy in his heart. He didn't expect this sword to have such a merit, and he vaguely perceived that the arm holding the sword of the opponent seemed to have an injury. However, at this time, all thoughts were only in his brain, and his hand had already moved extremely fast to hit the long sword flying in the air. At the same time, a winding sword path was already in his brain, and while separating this long sword, this sword would stop in front of Zhang Chao's throat.

But a hand grasped it faster than his sword.

Zhang Chao actually turned around, facing him with his back, in exchange for his left hand grasping the sword hilt.

And then, as if he had eyes on his back, a stunning and spiritual sword light lit up on the field. He twisted his waist lightly, his arm returned, and his long arm cooperated with his flexible posture to form a strange, ancient, and beautiful posture, as if an old ape was picking fruit, and a sword stopped straight three inches in front of Ba En's throat.

And completely avoided Ba En's sword path.

Zhang Chao withdrew his sword and hung it to the ground, bowing his fists: "I concede."

Ba En paused for two breaths, withdrew his sword and returned the salute, slightly stunned: "Thank you, True Disciple Zhang, for your guidance."

The garden was slightly quiet for a moment, and then there were large cheers and surprises.

It is said that if you only look at weak swords fighting, you can't see them being too weak; if you only look at strong swords fighting, you can't see them being too strong.

Only when the two are placed together does this astonishing gap suddenly stand out.

The Thirty-Three Sword Gates, especially the Daoqi Society swordsmen of the Divine Capital Sword Training Academy, stood so clearly and completely on another level. That low-key sword clothing of thirty-odd people received many gazes at this time. Compared to the well-known Thirty-Three Sword Gates, the Divine Capital Sword Training Academy was not a name that could always be heard in the Jianghu. People looked at the faces of the sword students, guessing their sects and names, and where this Zhang Chao ranked among them.

So soon people knew.

As it went on, people only became stronger and stronger. At this time, there was no order. The Thirty-Three Sword Gates knew each other well, and they all took the stage in greetings and laughter, not lacking friends pulling each other.

Zhang Chao was indeed just an ordinary person in the Sword Training Academy.

In the following time, he defeated a swordsman from Diancang and Jin Wu respectively. Just when everyone thought his momentum was flourishing, someone walked out from the Sword Training Academy side, who was Wen Li of the Jingming Sect. The two fought for more than twenty rounds, and finally the Daoist still won.

The sword techniques of these top geniuses of the Thirty-Three Sword Gates were already wonderful and astonishing enough. The girls of the Fellowship Society in the pavilion kept exclaiming and clapping, and some asked Cui Zhaoye with worry, "Can Young Hero Pei really beat this person?"

and other questions. And when swordsmen at the level of Ning Shuhong and Wang Shousi took the stage, the scenery changed abruptly.

The level seemed to be pulled from the undulating hills to the towering mountains.

A red tree on the top of Cui Mountain; the nine-time champion of the Southeast Thirty Sects Sword Discussion Meeting.

Even in the Sword Training Academy, these two were first-class geniuses this year. Even those who didn't understand the sword could see the change in levels. A certain exquisite point that took a whole game to gamble on in the front was just a casual move in the hands of these two, and one sword movement contained two or three layers of design.

The cheers from all sides suddenly doubled several times. Swordsmen were naturally different from the audience who cheered excitedly under the ring on weekdays, but it was precisely when they were holding their wine glasses in mid-air, watching intently, that a sudden exclamation of admiration was the most infectious.

The two were opponents on the pool and were very familiar with each other. After a round of competition, Wang Shousi lost a move and sighed with a smile, admitting defeat, which made the Southeast Sword Sect sigh and the Southwest Sword Sect cheer loudly.

Ning Shuhong stood on the pool. This dashing woman carried her sword on her back, and then defeated five people in a row, including Diancang 【Golden Wing】 Shen Chong and Taihang 【Lone Sword Under the Pine】 Xi Lingyang. Her sword art was truly amazing for a while, almost triggering the first climax since the banquet opened, making the name of Emei shine brightly.

But after defeating the fifth person, Ning Shuhong did not continue to fight, but did not leave either, instead lowering her sword and looking serious, bowing respectfully to the central six seats.

She said: "True Disciple Chen Quan, Ning Shuhong has a difficulty in her sword, and dares to ask for advice."

Chen Quan looked at her.

"Since I started practicing the sword, I have always used intuition to control the sword, pursuing the unity of sword and mind, and the unity of life and sword. Thus, nine out of ten times I have been successful, for example, just now. But since entering the Divine Capital last year, I have encountered swordsmen I could not defeat no matter what, confirming the shallowness of my sword path cultivation. However, looking back at myself, I have always been at a loss as to how to move forward." Ning Shuhong said, "Even if I keep learning and practicing the sword, it seems that 'I' will always be 'I,' and I can never see what is on the higher level. I have long heard that the Beihai Youdu studies the sword of life, and I don't know if I can get some guidance."

The garden was slightly quiet. Actually, not many people understood this question.

Chen Quan was the opposite of his cold and indifferent self, silent for a moment: "True Disciple Ning praises me, we are just discussing with each other. I just watched you use the sword. It is extremely agile and sharp, and it is indeed a sword of life and nature. As you said, you are trapped in the realm of 'I cannot defeat myself'."

Even fewer people understood this answer, and the garden gradually became completely quiet.

"Do you know what 'I cannot defeat myself' is?" Li Tishui looked at the pool and said.

Pei Ye nodded: "Shuhong has chatted with me several times, she uses life as a sword, and entrusts the use of the sword to the sense of life, thereby directly driving her own sword. Then she and the sword are completely united, and her gaze can never exceed her sword field. No matter how she thinks, she will think that her sword usage under intuition is correct, but one after another correct sword usages eventually lead to defeat by the opponent. She cannot think of how to transcend herself, and this is the bottleneck she encountered."

Pei Ye naturally knew. In fact, the "swordsmen she could not defeat no matter what" in Ning Shuhong's mouth, the biggest part was him. After not seeing each other for several months, the woman sought him out to spar with great expectation again. She had indeed become more powerful, but Pei Ye was advancing by leaps and bounds.

In the end, the woman could only sit cross-legged and hold her sword again, staring at him gloomily and coldly.

Chen Quan said: "True Disciple Ning's method of using the sword takes a very high path, but human life and nature are determined at birth. Since the sword is tied to life, it cannot be higher than life. That is something that cannot be helped. Your sect has people with natural sword talent. If they are obsessed with the sword of life, they may be able to reach a position that few in the world can reach. But since True Disciple Ning does not have this life, there will naturally always be a day when you reach the upper limit."

Ning Shuhong was silent for a moment: "I already know this... Does True Disciple Chen Quan have any suggestions?"

Chen Quan thought for a moment: "According to the sword theory of this sect, only two things are cultivated: the life and soul of the sword. Soul and life are not the same, and 'I' and life are also not the same. When using the sword, one often needs to pursue the realm of 'forgetting oneself,' so there is no such bottleneck. But the technique of cultivating the soul is a secret of this sect... True Disciple Ning, why don't you try to receive this sword?"

No one in the whole garden reacted. Chen Quan drew the sword on the table and drew a mysterious arc lightly.

She and Ning Shuhong were thirteen feet apart, and the woman's figure was instantly swallowed by this sword.

Ten thousand lights were dim, the morning sun hid its shape, the whole garden fell into the dark underworld, the clear pool water was visibly dyed deep black, and then from that pitch black, from under Ning Shuhong's feet, a snake head broke through the water.

One of its fangs was as big as a giant tree, and half of its mouth had already filled the whole pond. Ning Shuhong's heart and lungs stopped, her pupils shrank to the size of needles, but at this moment she couldn't do anything, and the spring snake swallowed her in one gulp.

The darkness was pulled away like a curtain. Ning Shuhong was still standing stiffly on the pool surface, and the whole garden was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Chen Quan sheathed his sword and sat steadily at the table.

Many people only then realized what they had just been included in, the sword path inheritance "Spring Snake" from the Beihai Youdu, the eighth style of the sword of intent on the Fu List today.

"True Disciple Ning, just now, did you have any insights?"

Ning Shuhong shook her head blankly.

Just now she felt that she had died once, and then came back to life in the blink of an eye.

Chen Quan was silent for a moment. It was another person who opened his mouth with a smile: "True Disciple Ning uses life as a sword. To break this obsession, one must learn to 'rather die than choose'."

The person who spoke sat at the side seat. His skin was not fine and white, but his appearance was gentle, and his posture was dashing. He was twenty-three years old this year, and he was the second of the Long Jun Dongting sword veins, 【Mountain Hero】 Lu Wei.

He said: "Since the sword of life sense cannot go to a higher level, it is better to break and then stand. Try to be in a desperate situation, give up life sense, and return to listen to your own thinking and judgment. Facing a desperate situation of certain death, although life sense has pointed out a path for you, as long as it is not your own rational judgment, you would rather die than choose."

Chen Quan turned his head and said: "I think so too. Just now I wanted to give True Disciple Ning such a situation."

Lu Wei smiled: "What kind of situation did you give? There was no time for people to 'choose' at all? True Disciple Ning couldn't think at all before being swallowed by your big snake."

Chen Quan frowned slightly: "Then I don't know any other swords, I have tried my best... I see, True Disciple Ning, why don't you abandon Emei and join the Youdu sect."

This humor of the mediocre and indifferent man was somewhat unexpected, and the field was cold and stunned for a while.

"Sitting dry for a long time, True Disciple Ning finally brought a true question of the sword path, how can it be easily abandoned." Lu Wei was interested and said, "How to 'break myself' has always been a life-and-death pass on the road of practicing the sword. Countless geniuses who once advanced by leaps and bounds stopped here. Some people here may have passed, and some people may always encounter it in the future. Since everyone is here today, why don't you help True Disciple Ning. If this banquet can solve this question, it can also make friends here have gains, spread good stories, and not be a wasted trip."

Qun Fei also turned her head: "True Disciple Lu Wei said, how to help?"

Lu Wei thought for a moment and smiled: "I do have an idea, but if I use it, no one here can solve it, then it will be a big embarrassment."

As soon as he said this, Qiu Si also opened his eyes and looked over: "Do the Long Jun Dongting people all love to sell suspense? Just say it."

"It's simple to say. Since Senior Yun Lang is here, Lu Wei asks boldly, can you make a piece of heaven and earth for us to use?" Lu Wei stood up and bowed to the high place alone, "Borrowing Tianshan's precious land today, let's compile a sword of 'I' against 'I'." ===== CHAPTER 753 =====

Once he said this, Qiu Si also opened his eyes and looked over: "Do the Long Jun of Dongting all love to be mysterious? Speak."

"It is simple to say. Since Senior Yun Lang is here, and Lu Wei is here to make a request, could you create a space for us to demonstrate?" Lu Wei stood up and bowed toward the solitary high seat. "Today, borrowing this precious land of Tianshan, let us compose a style of swordplay where 'I' face 'I'."