Chapter 753: For the Lord to Unsheathe the Sword (Part 1)

Wen Suoqu opened his half-closed eyes, his aged face having a pair of eyes as clear as a child's.

He stopped the action of tapping his sword and looked at Lu Wei: "How to compile a sword?"

Lu Wei stood up and bowed respectfully, but what he said caused a wave of surprise in the garden: "I have long heard of the strange name of Senior Yun Lang's 【Heart Sword Mirror】. It is a pity that I have no chance to see it. Since Senior Wen holds heaven and earth and also holds this sword, I think you can mirror the 'I' of life sense. In this way, we juniors can solve the problem of 'I cannot defeat myself'."

Qun Fei clapped her hands lightly and praised with a smile: "Daoist Lu, wonderful."

Qiu Si shook his head, frowned, and pondered, without speaking.

Pei Ye turned to look at Li Tishui.

Li Tishui said: "'I' is in 'I,' so it is naturally difficult to defeat 'I.' He wants Wen Suoqu to take heaven and earth as the outside and 【Mirror】 as the inside. In this way, he can mold an 'I.' This 'I' will inevitably have the same intuition as the person himself. With the sword of life sense, there is no way to defeat it."

Pei Ye was surprised and nodded slowly: "So magical."

Li Tishui said: "This junior's sword theory of Dongting is at the peak, and it seems he is also familiar with the sword techniques of various sects. Being ranked second is well-deserved. When I was young, I wasn't this amazing."

Pei Ye turned his head immediately, his eyes turning slightly: "What rank were you when you were young, Senior?"

Li Tishui didn't take the bait and smiled: "A small sect, no name on the list."

"Senior is humble, I don't know how amazing you were when you were young, you must have defeated many strong enemies, right?"

Li Tishui nodded: "Ying Suyu, Yue Muzhou."

On the stage, Wen Suoqu seemed to ponder for a while and nodded calmly: "Yes. However, the heaven and earth of the Divine Capital are monitored by the Master of the Immortal Platform, so I must borrow it from him this time."

There were no other words. He raised a hand as withered as a cypress, closed his eyes, and gripped the sword hilt tightly.

Actually, not many people could see the unsheathing of this sword, but in an instant, everyone in the garden saw it so realistically... The sword body slid out of the scabbard, truly like a new mirror, reflecting the blue sky and light clouds.

Heaven and earth turned upside down.

Wen Suoqu let go of the sword hilt, and this half-unsheathed sword was placed on his lap. It was as if nothing had happened. It was still a clear morning with light wind, orioles chirping mixed with fragrance flowing, and everything in the field of vision was still so clear.

The garden was stunned and silent for a few breaths, looking at each other, until someone suddenly looked at the pool and let out a light cry.

I saw that opposite Ning Shuhong, who was standing on the pool with her sword, a colorless figure that was exactly the same as her rose up.

Neither of them had reflections under their feet.

The garden suddenly erupted in exclamations and discussions. Not to mention many small sects, even the true disciples of the Thirty-Three Sword Gates could not easily see such a scene. Since Ning Shuhong opened her mouth, many people in the garden actually couldn't understand what the six seats were discussing, and now this scene was even more like a fairy tale—many people had seen the most magical and beautiful sword, which was the sword of intent, but every time they were included in the sword of intent, they could feel the deep feelings of the sword user, like reading a poem or listening to a tune, trapped in it, unable to extricate themselves.

But now everything seemed to have not changed. Everyone was clear-headed, quick-thinking, and chatting with the people beside them, not feeling that they were affected in any way. Yet such a magical scene appeared in their eyes.

Even some people suspected it was a spiritual technique of a warlock, using water to knead such a figure.

Lu Wei bowed deeply: "Thank you, Senior."

He turned his head to look at the pool and smiled: "True Disciple Ning, you might as well try now, without using life sense to control the sword, can you defeat it or not?"

Ning Shuhong had no time to move her gaze away. She stared straight at this gray figure, her muscles and bones tense, murmuring: "True Disciple Lu, this..."

Ning Shuhong didn't know how to draw her sword for the first time in her life. Even when sparring with Pei Ye and Yang Zhenbing, she had the courage to attack first. But at this moment, the predicament of "I cannot defeat myself" was perfectly embodied here. This swordsman who had entrusted her sword to life since childhood simply couldn't find a single gap to make a move!

She bit her lip, gripped her sword tightly, and a sharp sword style suddenly rose. Just now, she had defeated five masters of different identities with such a sword, each of whom had quite a reputation in the Divine Capital today. But at this moment, a sword that was just as sharp greeted her straight on, breaking her sword style with one sword, and stabbing straight at her throat.

This gray figure was both fast and accurate, simply as if sharing a thought with her.

The sword blade approached her face. In an instant, two thoughts arose in Ning Shuhong's brain.

The first was to follow the meditation she had believed in for more than ten years. She could easily dismantle this sword, just as it had easily dismantled her just now. But at the same time, she predicted with incomparable clarity that the moment this sword was used, it would again be pierced by the gray figure at the weakest point.

The second was to abandon the pillar she relied on, abandon the path close at hand, and use her own thinking to judge... this sword.

Ning Shuhong strangled her muscles and bones that were about to burst out. She recognized this sword of the gray figure... it was the third style, this sword should be used—no, it was too late!

The sword blade forced her throat. Ning Shuhong wanted to release her keen instinct again, but the first half of the sword momentum had no time to be unloaded, and the real Ning Shuhong was truly too strong.

Only a crisp sound of "ding-lang" was heard. Ning Shuhong staggered and tilted, her long sword fell out of her hand, like a paper kite pierced by a sharp weapon. The gray figure's long sword pierced her chest, but no blood flowed out.

The gray figure gradually disappeared.

The garden was stunned for a while, and the silence was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Lu Wei and Qun Fei were also surprised and then pondered. No one expected that Ning Shuhong, who had been advancing courageously just now, would be so at a loss, simply like someone who had just entered the sword path.

Ning Shuhong left the pond, raised her hand to summon, and the long sword flew back into her hand. She didn't have any hesitation, shook her head and said: "I absolutely cannot defeat it."

Lu Wei glanced at Qun Fei and jumped onto the pool: "Let me try."

An identical phantom immediately rose on the pool surface. Lu Wei looked at it with a smile, but his eyes narrowed slightly. After a while, his wrists drooped, and his sword tip touched the lake surface lightly.

"Come." Lu Wei said.

Many people couldn't see clearly, and a ding-like collision had already sounded on the pool surface. The gray figure hovered in the air behind Lu Wei, like a kite, and Lu Wei returned his arm and carried his sword, blocking this strike.

And after Lu Wei blocked this sword, the rhythm of the sword sparring obviously slowed down, and almost everyone could see it clearly.

Agile and elegant sword light, every move was indescribably wonderful. Perhaps many people in the garden would never see such sword sparring again in their lives.

The successor of the Long Jun Dongting "Mountain Ghost" sword system, if Zhu Gaoyang was wandering in the river since childhood, Lu Wei grew up on the mountain.

Accompanied by vines, wood, wolves, leopards, snakes, and deer, drinking from mountain springs and shading under pines and cypresses, even in the bustling Divine Capital, that fresh air of freedom still lingered on him.

This mountain air also permeated his sword.

His sword was far from being as murderous as Ning Shuhong's, and there was almost no killing intent to be seen.

Two virtual and real figures crossed back and forth on the pool. Lu Wei was obviously dealing with everything in this battle more calmly than Ning Shuhong—dismantling moves, colliding, attacking and defending. And what was truly astonishing was that dozens of moves had passed, and the intent in Lu Wei's sword was still continuous—as if no matter how the situation changed, his first sword and his last sword were still in the same mountain.

Quite a feeling of being motionless.

Probably because of this, this gray figure could never gain the slightest upper hand over him.

Lu Wei's smile had long since faded. He stared seriously at this gray figure in front of him, his sword style changing a hundred times in a thought, his attack getting faster and faster. A silver lotus formed by sword light almost seemed to rise on the pool.

But in the end, he sighed, and after a heavy collision, he swept out lightly, detached from the cage of the "I" sword light, and returned to the shore.

As soon as he left, the shadow disappeared and turned into clear water, falling back into the pond.

Lu Wei stood on the shore holding his sword and supporting his chin, smiling.

"Why, True Disciple Lu also cannot defeat it?" Qun Fei said.

"I said early on, if this method is used, I am afraid no one here can solve it." Lu Wei smiled, "Would the Tianshan Young Master like to try?"

Qun Fei shook her head with a smile: "I just watched, I have already understood most of it, I can't beat this one."

"True Disciple Qiu Si?"

Qiu Si wore a crooked white hat, and his clothes looked gray and white, which was quite ugly, but his face could be considered upright, with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, having a fierce spirit.

"This is the 'Complete I,' how to defeat it?" He frowned, the mountain peak rising between his forehead was higher than others, "I don't have this ability either."

The six seats discussed one after another, but no one dared to step onto that mysterious pond.

The courtyard was full of discussions.

Many people had blank faces. Even some leaders of the sects didn't have sword theory and knowledge that reached this level.

Others were thinking that they had performed very well when they were sparring just now, but they didn't get the slightest praise from these six seats. It turned out that people's focus had long been far beyond those sword moves, falling into such unreachable wonderfulness.

Cui Zi Jie stared straight at the pond, and at this time turned around: "I know, the senior from Yun Lang has only firmly controlled the mirror of the heart sword in that pond, but this heart sword has covered the entire garden."

"Not bad, only in this way can you and I be in the heart sword, both able to watch the sword and not be damaged... truly an unbelievable means." Qi Mengchen said, "That is the heart sword."

"In the future, we can say that we have received a heart sword from Yun Lang's Heavenly Tower without any damage. I think it's not a lie." Nan Guannu said.

Su Xingke said blankly: "Who do you think can break this sword question?"

Qi Mengchen said: "I haven't quite understood it until now."

Zuo Sheng explained: "This is the bottleneck of Emei's Ning Shuhong. Because she practices the sword of life sense, she saw the pass of 'I cannot defeat myself' earlier than others. Therefore, True Disciple Lu borrowed a piece of clean heaven and earth and a heart sword from that senior of Yun Lang, and compiled this so-called 'I against I' question.

"Since True Disciple Ning's sword of life sense touched the bottleneck, then as long as she defeats this self, she will naturally see the possibility of crossing the pass. Now True Disciple Ning naturally cannot defeat this 'I,' so True Disciple Lu tried to break the question on stage, but he obviously only stood in the realm of neither winning nor losing."

Zuo Sheng was silent for a while: "Bottlenecks are often a life-and-death pass for a swordsman, not to mention the true disciples of a major sect like Emei. Even if the Emei teachers spend years of effort, they may not be able to help True Disciple Ning break the pass. I think, being able to take out such a sword question is enough to stand proudly at today's sword banquet, and it may not necessarily be broken by anyone."

Nan Guannu also nodded and sighed lightly: "Dongting is Dongting after all. Various sects are secretly comparing their skills. True Disciple Lu has such courage, yet he took out this sword question that even he couldn't pass—he is ranked second, and originally didn't need to make a move."

Cui Zi Jie smiled: "You are using the thinking of our Shaolong Jade Sword Gold Book to cover others... I also find it hard to imagine how this sword question can be broken. Just now, True Disciple Qiu Si's meaning was also like this. I can defeat the 'partial I,' but I have no way to defeat the 'complete I.' How can two identical people distinguish between victory and defeat."

Zuo Sheng said: "Not bad, these high-ranking true disciples in the six seats can certainly defeat the 'life-sense I,' but their life-sense I is a partial I, while Ning Shuhong's life-sense I is a complete I. Therefore, the experience of winning is actually useless to True Disciple Ning. Only by facing this sword question directly can she be like True Disciple Ning facing her bottleneck."

Su Xingke stared straight at the pool, but said: "I think True Disciple Qun Fei will definitely win, she must have been humble just now."

"Coming to the Divine Capital for a trip, Young Master Su has also learned to admire and yearn."

Su Xingke turned his head and glared at people fiercely.

Xiang Zongyuan, who had been silent, opened his mouth at this time: "I think, perhaps only True Disciple 'Huang Yunxian' can try."

Zuo Sheng and Cui Zi Jie were stunned at the same time, both pondering and looking over there.

Qu Xin also pretended to stare intently at the few world-famous true disciples.

The Jade Jade Pool Master beside her finished her work, came back, affectionately held her arm, leaned on the railing together, and chatted with Cui Zhaoye and Zhangsun Jue with a smile.

Qu Xin knew deeply that this person was scheming, deep in the city, and slick, and could even do things like telling Pei Ye that she had collected money on the back of a letter. She must be even more adept at getting information out of a sword-addict and a bookworm.

She thought seriously about countermeasures.

Li Piaoqing didn't pay attention to the thoughts in her brain. She had only stood here for a while, scanned twice, and locked onto that piece of simple-colored sword clothes, locking onto that distant yet clear face.

The girls beside her were chattering, excitedly talking about the continuous sword of Lu Wei like streams and mists just now, and after a while, they curiously looked at Cui Zhaoye: "President Cui, what exactly is this thing? It's so magical, why couldn't True Disciple Lu beat that water person?"

Some were worried for the youth: "They are all so amazing, can Young Hero Pei really beat them... what should we do about the Feather Scale Trial this year?"

Others were discussing Ning Shuhong, and even more swordsmen from the front, analyzing who was more powerful.

Even if everyone came with the intention of seeing Young Hero Pei at the beginning, they were inevitably captured by the amazing charm of the sword path first, and were completely immersed in this sword banquet. They discussed it half-understandingly and excitedly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 754 =====