Chapter 870 The Sword Comes from the Sky!

Dragon Abyss swirled with red luster, suspended in the air, like a ferocious beast choosing someone to devour.

Swordsmen have always been rated as the number one in combat power among all schools.

Whether it's martial artists or Qi refiners, under normal one-on-one conditions at the same realm, swordsmen basically have a solid advantage.

The reason they can achieve this is naturally not just because of the unrestrained and elegant demeanor brought by a person and a sword.

The Prince of Pingxi had long seen through this, and once lamented: In the end, this is actually an era of judging by appearance, but that is based on strength.

The power of swordsmen lies in the sharpness and might they can bring.

Liu Dahu obediently drew his saber and began to dig in the ground. Digging with a saber wasn't very handy, but fortunately, the soil here was very loose.

On the other side of the river,

Bai Li Jian said to the Sword Forger:

"Shall I go first?"

"Please."

Bai Li Jian smiled and nodded.

Having held a sword all his life, he naturally possessed a sense of arrogance.

Who is stronger, who is weaker?

Regardless of Jianghu legends or worldly recognition,

Just how high you are,

I must personally measure it with my sword!

Of course, it wasn't to deliberately pursue some kind of balance or Daoist concept by forcing a fair one-on-one duel. It was because, on the path of the sword, they stood high enough to understand how dangerous it was beneath them.

If there were hundreds of armored soldiers arrayed at this moment, it would naturally be best to attack together. But right now, it's just a sword. Even if another sword is added, it won't have much impact on the meaning, or rather, the fundamental meaning, of this duel.

Because neither he, Bai Li Jian, nor the Sword Forger,

Ever thought of,

Fighting to the death here for the country, the people, or the family, and playing a game of mutual destruction with this Jindi Sword Saint.

Neither of them wanted to die, or even suffer a major injury that would cause a drop in their realm.

One comes first, and the other waits on the side.

This was to guard against Yu Huaping immediately trying to trade his life for another's, or destroying your realm and cultivation at the cost of his own life. If all three were in the battle, if Yu Huaping chose one, the other could only seize the opportunity to send his sword into Yu's body, which would be meaningless for the one chosen.

Moreover, both of them knew that if the other was chosen, they wouldn't show any "alliance," but would rather be happy to see it happen.

The path of the sword is a lonely one, and it's rare to find like-minded companions.

And the prerequisite for becoming companions who can appreciate each other is that you don't have the confidence to defeat or kill him.

The path of the sword is lonely.

In essence,

It's still the kind of situation where I can stand there and lament my loneliness, sighing at the bitterness of being at the top.

But if you want to pull me down and give me warmth,

Then,

You must die.

When the Sword Saint saw Bai Li Jian step forward alone with his sword while the Sword Forger didn't move, he understood their plan.

They,

Were afraid that he would fight desperately from the beginning?

The Sword Saint suddenly found it amusing.

The funny thing was that Jianghu people always said to him habitually, "Who would have thought that the dignified Jindi Sword Saint would become the Prince of Pingxi's lackey?"

What does "lackey" mean?

It's gathering around someone for wealth, glory, or other purposes, acting as their tool. They naturally wouldn't be very loyal.

But these two people opposite him seemed to be sure that he was willing to risk everything for the safety of the Prince of Pingxi.

The Sword Saint was very curious,

Why would they think like this?

Then,

The Sword Saint understood.

Perhaps, in his eyes, Zheng Fan was still that Zheng Fan. What Zheng Fan was like in Shengle City, he seemed to be like now.

Perhaps, there was slight growth and change, but it wasn't obvious.

This didn't mean that Zheng Fan hadn't improved at all over the years, but because from the Sword Saint's perspective, Zheng Fan and those gentlemen, their personalities, their life philosophies, their lifestyles, well, in their words, it was called... aesthetics.

They seemed to have known from the beginning what kind of person they wanted to be in this life, and they had been doing that kind of person all along.

Therefore, in the Sword Saint's perception, Zheng Fan was still that Zheng Fan. In Shengle City, he would come to his small courtyard to see him making wooden swords for his children. In Fengxincheng, he would come to his courtyard next door to tease his newborn child.

But in other people's eyes, Zheng Fan of Shengle City and Zheng Fan of Fengxincheng... No, it was Zheng Fan, who had just personally led the attack and capture of Shangjing City.

He had already undergone earth-shattering changes.

The Jianghu has always been considered by some to be unworthy of the stage. In fact, it's not that the Jianghu is unworthy, but that most of the people in the Jianghu are unworthy.

Obviously, both the Sword Forger and Bai Li Jian belonged to the people on the stage.

The Sword Forger's Dugujia was one of the four great aristocratic families of the Chu Kingdom. The Bai Li family was a great sword clan in Jiangnan, and he himself was a prince's martial arts teacher, that is, the prince's tutor.

What they saw in Zheng Fan wasn't a small city guard in Shengle City, but the current Prince of Pingxi of Jindi, who had successively dealt heavy blows to the two great powers of Qian and Chu. And this Prince of Pingxi was actually only one step away from establishing a country and becoming an ancestor, and that step depended on whether he was willing to take it.

This wasn't about stabbing friends in the back for loyalty. They also understood that simple wealth and glory couldn't affect them, so could it be based on some reason?

For example, the restoration of the Jin people? Or something else.

In short, in their opinion, Zheng Fan seemed to be worthy of this Sword Saint's willingness to die for him.

After figuring this out,

The Sword Saint frowned slightly,

Instinctively feeling uncomfortable.

They actually thought of him that way?

His thoughts flashed by only for a brief moment. Bai Li Jian stood on the shore, with the river in front of him. His fingertips pointed forward, and the long sword plunged into the river, then shot out rapidly, bringing up a curtain of water that was filled with murderous sword intent.

The Sword Saint's eyes narrowed.

Dragon Abyss roared down,

Directly cleaving through the water curtain. The two swords collided dozens of times in an instant, emitting a series of sharp sounds that seemed continuous to ordinary people, then instantly flew back to their masters' sides.

The first round of engagement was just an appetizer.

Yes, in the eyes of outsiders, the act of controlling a sword from a hundred zhang away was almost a miracle. But for the two sides involved, it was more like a ceremonial greeting.

The next moment,

Bai Li Jian grasped the hilt of his sword and leaped out, rushing straight towards the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint also grasped the hilt of his sword and leaped up, and the two met on the surface of the river.

In an instant,

The sword flowers wielded by the two swords seemed like two dragons fighting in private. Although it wasn't the dull clang of battlefields, it still had the terrifying aura of venting and tearing everything apart.

Bai Li Jian's sword was known for its speed and swiftness. Although it was just one man and one sword, it created the pressure of "ten thousand arrows being fired at once."

The Sword Saint's sword didn't have much flair. It emphasized simplicity and refinement. Moreover, from the beginning, both sides seemed to have tacitly agreed on a division of labor.

Bai Li Jian attacked, and the Sword Saint defended.

Of course, this temporary offense and defense didn't mean any advantage or disadvantage, but only different corresponding stages.

The Sword Forger's seven swords were still floating beside him.

His gaze, however, swept over the young man who was still digging a pit with his saber.

However, he didn't plan to use the other party's child to threaten him.

First, it would be too unprincipled to do so.

Second, since Yu Huaping dared to bring his son, it meant that he wouldn't be threatened by this.

Bai Li Xianglan stood not far away, watching the duel between her brother and the Sword Saint. For a swordsman, this was a rare opportunity in ten years.

The two moved from the air to the surface of the river.

The soles of their shoes were both on the surface of the river. The river wasn't frozen, but it didn't cause any impact.

Earlier,

The Sword Saint seemed to have gotten used to facing difficult opponents by forcibly breaking through to the second stage and crushing them.

But in the final analysis, it was because the opponent wasn't strong enough and didn't deserve his serious attention, so he chose the fastest and most effective way to shorten the boring process.

This person in front of him was different.

Perhaps for other ordinary powerhouses, breaking through to the second stage was a punishment from heaven.

But for the two of them, whoever broke through to the second stage first, or whoever forcibly broke through to the second stage first, meant an opening.

However,

This stalemate between the two didn't last long.

In fact, the confrontation between swordsmen often doesn't take too long. After all, it wasn't two peak martial artists consuming their blood and energy here.

Bai Li Jian suddenly retreated. His spirit, energy, and essence instantly condensed into one. The long sword let out a howl in the air and, following Bai Li Jian's fingertips, smashed down towards the Sword Saint like a giant hammer weighing ten thousand pounds.

The surrounding river surface temporarily sank, forming a "hollow valley."

The Sword Saint stomped his foot and held Dragon Abyss in his right hand, scooping upwards from below. In an instant, like scooping the moon from the bottom of the sea, he forcefully broke through all the restrictions that Bai Li Jian had formed here. Not only did the river surface recover, but a surge of air also surged upwards.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang,

The long sword flew backward and landed in Bai Li Jian's hand again.

The Sword Saint held Dragon Abyss and shook the tip of the sword, shaking off the water droplets on it.

The second phase of the two's engagement had ended at this point.

"Heh heh heh..."

Bai Li Jian let out a laugh.

In fact, he was very handsome. Among the four great swordsmen, he was the one who most resembled a "sword immortal."

"Yu brother, could it be that you've taken the path of a martial artist in recent years?"

Bai Li Jian attacked fiercely,

While the Sword Saint used "great virtue to carry all things."

One used points to press forward, and the other used a surface to defeat the enemy.

Thinking back to the previous engagement, the Sword Saint had been on the defensive all along, which made Bai Li Jian have the illusion that he wasn't fighting a swordsman but a martial artist.

The difference was that the "martial artist" opposite him used a sword.

Of course, pointing at a swordsman's face and saying that he looked like a martial artist was actually a kind of humiliation.

You're the one who looks like a martial artist! Your whole family are crude martial artists!

However,

The Sword Saint simply nodded

And said:

"It's been many years since we met, so I have to stabilize myself first."

"Oh? I wonder, Yu brother, what have you stabilized?"

"Yes."

"Can you enlighten me?"

"You can't break through me."

Bai Li Jian was somewhat absurd when he heard this, and said:

"I am a swordsman."

"But you can't break through me."

"So what?"

"When you can't break through me, it means that I am already invincible."

Bai Li Jian looked puzzled and said, "The Yu brother of the past wouldn't speak so strangely."

The Sword Saint shook his head, "I don't think it's strange."

"This is the strangest thing."

"Are we sparring or fighting to the death?" the Sword Saint asked.

"The three of us have our own goals, and the goals are contrary, so naturally we are fighting to the death."

"Since it is a fight to the death, shouldn't the first thing to ensure be that you are invincible?"

In the distance, the Sword Forger, who had not taken action all along, flicked his hair that had been scattered by the wind and said:

"It's vulgar."

The Sword Saint sighed and said: "Yes."

In fact, what the Sword Saint wanted to say was that you may have been standing at a high place for too long. Usually, even if you need to take action, the so-called fight to the death is no different from sparring.

But the real fight to the death has its appearance.

Once, someone defeated him in this way, completely falling into the cliché without any sense of beauty.

He was once unconvinced that being defeated in this way was even more embarrassing.

But over time, he silently used this method and joined in.

"Yu brother, if you only defend and don't attack, when are we going to fight? Could it be that we have to fight for three days and three nights like you did with Li Liang Shen in Beifeng County?" Bai Li Jian asked.

"You want to kill people, and I want to protect people. If I can keep you two here for three days and three nights, wouldn't I be successful?"

"That makes a lot of sense." The Sword Forger echoed.

"Are you still going to fight?" the Sword Saint asked. "If you're going to fight, hurry up. If you're not going to fight, sit down and watch my son continue digging pits."

"The pit has been dug, and in the end, no one lies down in it. Wouldn't that be a waste of effort?" Bai Li Jian asked.

"Not a waste."

Bai Li Jian snorted. The long sword floated in front of him, and then a golden aura of Qiankun (heaven and earth) was revealed behind him. Faintly, there seemed to be a dragon's roar.

"Zheng Fan said that there is an alchemy furnace in the imperial palace of Yanjing, and under it is suppressed an old Pixiu (mythical wild animal) that is about to die. It has been continuing its life by relying on the so-called national luck and incense.

Brother Bai Li,

Why are you becoming more and more like a beast?"

The Sword Forger heard this and hurriedly said: "Good question."

Bai Li Jian smiled and said:

"What is the difference between humans and animals under the heavens and earth?

Yu brother, please look,

My Qiankun Sword!"

"Buzz!"

The long sword, wrapped in golden luster, appeared in front of the Sword Saint in an instant. The Sword Saint raised Dragon Abyss and blocked the sword. After the long sword was blocked, it immediately attacked again.

"What a fast sword!"

The Sword Saint kept blocking and retreating, and his figure became more and more embarrassed. The speed of his retreat became faster and faster, and his clothes and hair were gradually cut open by the sword energy.

Bai Li Jian pinched a sword formula with one hand. The sword was in front, and the person was behind. The person and the sword were pressing forward step by step.

There was a golden flow in Bai Li Jian's eyes, and his way of controlling the sword had completely changed from the beginning.

It wasn't breaking through to the second stage, but using some special opportunity to control the sword.

No matter how fast a sword is, it can't be faster than a person's thoughts, but Bai Li Jian was able to minimize this stagnation.

Even if it was only a little faster, even if it was only an inch forward,

In this level of confrontation, it was enough to make the Sword Saint constantly suffer.

Yes,

This wasn't acting,

But it was really possible to have his life taken away by a sword if he was slightly careless.

He also maintained a sufficient distance to prevent the Sword Saint from trading his life for his.

Although the Sword Saint was forced into a very embarrassing situation, it didn't prevent him from speaking:

"What kind of cowardly sword move is this?"

This sword move was clearly taking advantage of the situation, afraid that the opponent would fight to the death.

Of course, it also demonstrated Bai Li Jian's "speed" to the extreme.

Controlling the sword to attack seemed unrestrained, but in fact, it would greatly reduce the power of the sword move. But the Sword Saint was not a martial artist after all. The biggest weakness of swordsmen was the fragility of their own bodies.

What if the power was a little lower?

If he slashed a peak martial artist, they might be able to forcefully withstand a few moves, but for swordsmen, one sword was enough to create a huge gap in their bodies.

"Hehe."

Bai Li Jian just smiled. The gold in his eyes was still flowing, and he continued to control the long sword.

It can only be said that

This person was indeed a genius among geniuses.

The Qian Kingdom was vast and abundant, and there was no shortage of amazing talents.

The fact that he was able to immediately think of a corresponding sword move in this situation was enough to prove that his title as the number one talent among the four great swordsmen was well-deserved.

At this time, Liu Dahu, who was digging the pit, turned his head and looked at his father with concern;

"Dad..."

"Dig your pit well."

The Sword Saint said unhappily.

No father wants his son to see his embarrassment.

Liu Dahu nodded and continued to obediently dig the pit with his saber.

Bai Li Jian then said, "Yu brother, aren't you going to attack?"

Only when both sides were really fighting and attacking could they ensure that the mutual consumption would continue. Their side had the advantage with two people.

"Then, okay."

The Sword Saint smoothed his fingertips, and a sword energy condensed out. In an instant, it formed an interchange with Dragon Abyss in mid-air.

Bai Li Jian was controlling the long sword, and the distance was so far. Many times, the so-called "seeing" was not really seeing. The reaction was more of a grasp of the "aura."

The appearance of sword energy disrupted this control to a certain extent. If Bai Li Jian was holding the sword at this time, it would naturally be impossible to "misidentify," but he wasn't.

After the long sword collided with the sword energy, the sword body slightly deviated and slightly pierced into the Sword Saint's right arm, scraping off a piece of flesh.

And the Sword Saint himself,

At this time, he kicked the ground with one foot, and the whole person was like an arrow leaving the string, holding his sword and stabbing straight at Bai Li Jian!

Bai Li Jian had never expected that the Sword Saint would break his sword move in this way, and that when he struck, it would be a real killing intent!

His own sword was still behind him, and there was no time to return, and the condensed sword energy had no qualification to block in front of Dragon Abyss personally wielded by the Sword Saint.

Why do swordsmen need good swords? The stronger the swordsman, the higher the requirements for swords. Why did the Sword Saint go to the Sword Forger to ask for a Dragon Abyss back then?

Because,

In a real peak duel, a good sword is really important!

Without hesitation, without holding back,

Bai Li Jian pointed out a wisp of essence blood from his eyebrows, and the gold in his eyes burned brightly at this time:

Using essence blood as a guide, condensing the Qi of the Vault of Heaven;

Using himself as the top of the furnace, accumulating the medium;

Above,

An aura belonging to the second rank sword Qi, roaring, was received and led down!

However,

The Sword Saint directly hung Dragon Abyss at this time,

Making a gesture like he was using Dragon Abyss to drive away the hens in his yard that were fighting with a duck for food,

That is, using Dragon Abyss to pat the hen's butt that didn't listen to him,

But this time, it wasn't patting the hen's butt,

But the Heavens!

Dragon Abyss's sword body patted in the void,

The Sword Saint laughed lightly

And said:

"Good, go back to your nest!"

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