Chapter 992 Sect, Borrowing a Sword from a Thousand Miles Away!

The affairs of the world are ever-changing, and within this impermanence, absurdity and laughter are constant companions.

The two women, fresh from the battlefield in Chu, had intended to try their luck in Jin, scout things out, and randomly attempt to recruit two expert swordsmen along the way.

In the end, in a team of four, the number of spies actually reached half.

It's a pity Zhiren isn't here,

Nor are the master and apprentice from the Calabash Temple,

Otherwise, they would surely be singing Wangye’s praises to the heavens,

Wangye, look,

Isn't this,

The will of Heaven!

Otherwise,

How else to explain their bad luck?

Chen Daxia still had thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He still remembered how, ten years ago, for the sake of two bowls of noodles, he had gone to Yan to seek justice for the villagers at Zheng Fan's hands.

At that time, he had his sword in hand, his long robe fluttering. Although he couldn't compare to Bai Li Jian's white-clad entry into the capital that shook the entire city, coupled with his own powerful aura as a fifth-rank swordsman, he still gave people the impression of an ethereal swordsman.

But now,

He had truly become ordinary.

This ordinariness didn't mean that the years had smoothed out his edges, but that he had lived himself into the years.

Blood, needs to be tempered repeatedly;

Sword Qi, needs to be honed back and forth;

The same is true for being a person, seeing things, and walking in the world.

Some people exhaust all their strength climbing from the bottom to the mountainside, and they are too tired to walk anymore, so they just rest and don't move. Some people climb to the top of the mountain and see all the smaller mountains, then pretend not to see the distant peaks, and even actively seek clouds to block their view.

But there are still some people who go up the mountain, then down the mountain, then up the mountain again, and then down the mountain again.

Not to go down the mountain to go up, nor to go up the mountain to go down;

What they pursue,

Or rather,

What Chen Daxia learned from the Sword Saint was probably in this back and forth:

The mountain is still there, in front of you, under your feet, behind you;

But in your heart,

There is no mountain anymore.

Since there is no mountain, wherever you stand can be the peak.

Chen Daxia spread out his palm. A bamboo strip was pulled from his bamboo hat, first wrapped around his fingertips, and then instantly lengthened, like an extremely light and nimble bamboo snake sword.

Without the slightest concealment,

The aura of a third-rank swordsman was revealed.

The girl formed a hand seal, and layers of Qi vortexes appeared in front of her, creating a full seven barriers.

The next moment,

Chen Daxia's sword directly pierced through, instantly breaking all seven barriers.

The girl's figure quickly retreated, and the window of the guest room behind her was blown open by the wind. The girl's body flew out the window.

Chen Daxia followed closely behind. As the girl's figure fell, his sword caught up again!

Three wisps of blood mist appeared at the girl's fingertips, transforming into three ferocious beasts, one cunning, one fierce, and one weeping.

Their specific images cannot be verified, only that they are inhuman, and it is unknown what they were sacrificed and refined from.

The three wild beasts pounced on Chen Daxia. Chen Daxia didn't block the first, cunning one at all, allowing it to pass through his body.

Yao Zizhan once said that there are two types of people who are not easily confused by external things:

One type is those whose understanding far exceeds ordinary people, making them difficult to shake;

The other type is those with simple, straightforward, and honest minds, leaving nothing to be moved.

Chen Daxia clearly belonged to the latter. But sometimes, he can take a step back and become the former. But no matter how he changes, his sword heart is spotless.

But when the next two beasts pounced,

Chen Daxia had to change his moves again, slicing them apart one by one with a sword, and then thrusting out another sword.

After landing, the girl's figure didn't stop, continuing to retreat. A halo appeared beneath her feet, and within the halo, endless bizarre and chaotic scenes were hidden.

Chen Daxia stepped into the halo,

His figure stopped,

And began to sink,

But his sword had already been thrown out.

In an instant, Chen Daxia, standing in the halo, showed emotions such as greed, anger, infatuation, hatred, and evil, but that sword forced the girl to push it away with her palm, the sword Qi cutting through her palm, and blood flowing out.

The halo also dissipated. Chen Daxia closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze instantly returned to its pure clarity.

He didn't pay attention to the sword that had flown out, but spread out his palm, and another bamboo strip was drawn from his bamboo hat, transforming into a new sword.

Without delay, Chen Daxia's figure leaped again, stabbing at the girl.

The girl wanted to create distance. She had used many methods in the previous series of exchanges, but Chen Daxia was often able to choose the appropriate means to break through her barriers at the fastest speed.

A swordsman's sword, as long as it is fast and strong enough, is enough to keep the opponent in a state of constant defense.

This momentum of victory, as long as you hold on, then… keep eating until your opponent dies!

"Boom!"

A large hole was broken in the wall of the inn. Jian Bi's figure slid down from above, and before landing, sword Qi was released, and her figure moved away in mid-air.

The woman landed, smashing her fist at the spot where Jian Bi had originally landed, directly smashing out a deep pit.

From the perspective of Jianghu (martial world) fighting, the woman was obviously more difficult to deal with.

She was a genuine third-rank martial artist, and a high-quality one at that.

Jian Bi chose her not to show off her strength, nor for the sake of her "elder sister's" face.

As a Jianghu person, she of course understood the virtues of Jianghu experts. Most importantly, the personalities of these two women had been revealed earlier.

They didn't want to cause trouble. If it were simply soldiers against soldiers and kings against kings, then they could completely disengage and leave after a fight.

Only in this kind of unequal confrontation could they hold the opponent back.

For example, let the "younger brother," who was stronger than her, deal with the girl alchemist who was not good at fighting;

And let herself, the weaker "elder sister," hold back this woman.

Therefore, Chen Daxia pursued closely, hoping to decide the outcome as soon as possible.

As for Jian Bi, she was constantly retreating, not giving the martial artist a chance to get close.

The situation presented by the two battlefields was actually the same.

The woman's Qi locked onto Chen Daxia in an instant, as if preparing to help over there.

Jian Bi's sword took the initiative to attack.

A smile appeared on the woman's lips. She forcibly broke through the sword Qi barrier, but she found that Jian Bi's figure had appeared further away.

The woman let out a low roar, stepped on the ground with one leg, and smashed toward Chen Daxia's direction.

She wasn't pretending anymore.

At this time, Jian Bi stood still, not rushing to block, but forming a sword seal with her left hand, and a blood bead floated between the index finger of her right hand.

Yu Huaping was a good master.

Even though there were already two spirit children in the Wangye’s (Prince’s) mansion as his closed disciples, he had always been very fond of Jian Bi.

In her early years, when Jian Bi entered the ranks early, he personally extracted her cultivation to prevent premature development. When going out, he was also worried that his disciple would be bullied, so he condensed sword intent with his own essence and blood and gave it to his disciple to defend herself.

Essence and blood dissipated,

Sword Qi as the guide,

When the woman was rushing, she suddenly felt an unusual sword intent rippling above her head, vaguely familiar.

Jian Bi pressed her fingertip down,

And shouted in a low voice:

"Descend!"

"Buzz!"

A white sword Qi fell from the darkness.

The woman shifted her body. Although she dodged most of it, she was still grazed. A wound appeared on her right arm.

Although it wasn't deep, it should be known that she was a third-rank martial artist. This physique, coupled with the blessing of Qi and blood, couldn't stop the flank of this sword intent.

"You are his disciple!"

The woman finally recognized where the familiarity of this aura came from.

She had accompanied Xie Zhuyang to recruit Gou Moli on the cliff.

She had once made a move and exchanged a blow with the swordsman on the opposite side.

At that time, she had sighed that although the swordsman had not entered the sect, the sword in the sunlight was much sharper than the sword that couldn't be seen in the sect.

She didn't go to challenge that swordsman, firstly because the battlefield was there, and in the midst of the fighting of thousands of troops, the martial artist's personal strength had a limited impact on the battle;

Secondly, she was also instinctively avoiding the possibility of direct contact with that person. At her level of strength, sometimes a single exchange could reveal too much information, so much that there might not even be a need to fight anymore.

"You know my master?"

Jian Bi didn't mind chatting.

Anyway, it could give Chen Daxia more time to hunt down the girl. Jian Bi was willing to chat as long as the woman wanted.

"Didn't you say that your master was killed by that Wangye of Yan?"

The woman didn't believe that the girl's probing would be wrong, unless the female swordsman in front of her had made early warnings and preparations. But how could a swordsman's preparations hide from a true high-level alchemist?

Different paths, a thousand miles apart.

"My first master was killed by him."

"I can't understand why you would choose to stand on his side. You clearly wanted to kill him too. Don't tell me it's just for the sake of those ridiculous Jianghu rules!"

Jian Bi smiled slightly,

And said:

"He killed my first master, but he also raised me for ten years!

Revenge, of course, must be taken;

But these ten years,

There must be an explanation, there must be an… account!"

"Hehe."

The woman sneered,

"Quite a character!"

The woman's body trembled. She originally planned to continue to another battlefield, but when she saw Jian Bi raise two more blood beads, the woman hesitated.

In the end, she didn't choose to support the girl, but instead pounced on Jian Bi, abandoning all defenses!

This was going to be a hard fight, also known as… exchanging injuries!

Jian Bi still chose to retreat, while constantly using sword Qi to create barriers between herself and the woman. But as the woman crashed through them at all costs, Jian Bi's defenses suddenly became weak.

"If it weren't for the limitations of this body, do you think you would be able to stop me for so long?"

The woman let out a long roar,

And then a fist smashed through Jian Bi's last sword curtain.

"Bang!"

Jian Bi was sent flying by the punch, rolling a long distance on the ground.

The woman didn't hesitate, closing the distance again, another punch, aimed directly at Jian Bi's head.

Lying on the ground, Jian Bi raised her ten fingers, and two blood beads floated up, cracking in an instant.

"Withdraw!"

The woman let out a piercing scream, and the two blood beads that were about to explode, condensed with the sword intent of the Sword Saint, were compressed back in an instant, and then dissipated into nothingness.

Several cracks appeared on the woman's fist, but these were irrelevant.

Without the support of sword Qi,

How can you, a swordsman,

Stop my fist!

Jian Bi's right hand was already spasming, but her left hand, instead, scooped up, releasing not sword Qi, because she was throwing a punch!

"Bang!"

To the woman's surprise, the fist that she had landed was actually blocked by this female swordsman, who had captured her Qi gate and dissipated the force of her fist in the most appropriate position.

"Pfft!"

Jian Bi spat out a mouthful of blood. Fighting against a stronger opponent in a weaker state meant that she had to pay a great price every time she received a blow.

But after the exchange of punches, Jian Bi soared up. The spasming right hand no longer tried to condense sword Qi again, but instead turned the sword into a hand blade!

Closing her five fingers and exerting force, she slashed diagonally at the woman's neck.

The woman reached out to block, even trying to grab Jian Bi's hand, but the next moment, the woman only felt a tearing sensation in the palm of her hand. Her palm had actually been cut open by this hand blade!

The woman was shocked, and subconsciously wanted to create distance, but after Jian Bi broke through the opponent's palm, she released a sword Qi from her fingertip, directly hitting into her body along the wound.

The woman raised her foot,

"Bang!"

Jian Bi was kicked away again.

But the woman didn't seize the time to continue to kill, but stood in place. Her left arm had already swelled into a balloon.

Having no other choice, the woman forcibly urged her own Qi and blood to force out the sword Qi in her body. But the resulting explosion, although it restored her arm to normal and no longer swelled, had already left her entire arm covered in blood, and most of her white clothes were torn.

"What is this… hand blade!"

The woman couldn't believe it. She originally thought that the previous move was a desperate reaction from the female swordsman in a critical moment, but who knew it would have such an effect.

Jian Bi slowly got up,

Looked up,

Looked at the woman,

The blood spilling from the corner of her mouth couldn't stop her smile at this time:

"It's a hand axe."

"Hand… axe?"

"My man's axe."

The woman took a deep breath, twisted her neck a few times, and the aura of her body rose again.

Jian Bi spread out her palm, and the sword that had fallen earlier returned to her palm, but then, she didn't hold the sword with one hand, but with both hands, and her stance was no longer light, but heavy.

In an instant, in the woman's perspective, Jian Bi seemed to have merged with her surrounding environment.

"My master taught me swordsmanship since I was a child, and my man… also taught me how to play with axes since I was a child."

Jian Bi swallowed,

Leaned her upper body back,

In an instant,

A clear squeezing sound came from around her.

The person, the sword (axe), and the surrounding plants and trees, reached a harmony.

"You are a martial artist, but this body is not yours. Compared to the sword destroying your body, you are more afraid of your Qi and blood being shattered by brute force, because you are worried that this body of yours will be ruined.

The alchemist's borrowing a corpse to return the soul, but injecting the Qi and blood of a martial artist.

What exactly,

Are you?"

"If you choose to follow us, you will have the opportunity to see it.

In this world, for ordinary people, a Jiazi (60 years) is already a lifetime, but for us, a lifetime can be lived to an even more unpredictable depth."

Jian Bi opened her mouth,

And laughed silently.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I never cared about depth."

"Hmm?"

"Because I already have an unattainable and unimaginable length."

"Metaphor? Buddhist saying? Taoist scripture?"

The woman was trying to graft the meaning of this sentence.

Jian Bi spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva,

And cursed:

"It's showing off."

The woman didn't understand.

Jian Bi shouted: "Idiot, I'm pitying you."

The woman still didn't understand, but she sensed that she was being despised;

She raised her other hand, and her body ejected again, rushing towards Jian Bi.

She threw a punch,

And Jian Bi swung her sword,

The fist and the sword collided non-stop.

Each time, the surrounding ground seemed to be rumbling along with them.

In this world, there are very few people who can receive the personal teaching of swordsmanship from the Sword Saint; including Chen Daxia, the nominal disciple, there are only four people.

But…

In this world, Jian Bi is the only one who has received the magic power from the Demon King, aside from the young master in the Wangye’s mansion who is surrounded by stars.

Under the barrage of attacks,

The blood that Jian Bi spat out began to increase, and each time she swung her sword, it began to slow down.

At the same time, the woman's frequency of movement also had to slow down.

However,

She still had a thick skin and the height of her realm was still there!

With the last punch, the sound of tiles breaking came from around Jian Bi, and her whole person, for the third time, was sent flying, crashing into a tree behind her and slowly sliding down.

"As a swordsman, you were actually able to walk the path of a martial artist."

The woman came step by step.

On the other side of the battlefield in the distance, Chen Daxia did not come to help, but continued to pursue the girl;

The girl sent a voice transmission:

"I'm almost done, hurry up!"

"Don't rush, this is a respectable opponent, I have to enjoy the moment of killing her."

The woman raised her chin slightly,

Just then,

The woman saw the female swordsman, who had been badly injured by her,

Silently raised her arm,

In an extremely weak posture,

Forward,

That is, towards the direction where she was,

And pointed;

But there was no sword Qi at her fingertips.

"Can you still condense sword Qi?" The woman knew the state of the swordsman's body very well.

Jian Bi shook her head,

And said:

"No more, but I… can borrow it.

Disciple is useless,

Borrowing a sword from the sect!"

………

"Why did you suddenly stop eating?"

Zheng Fan, who was eating hot pot, saw that the Sword Saint had put down his chopsticks and sat cross-legged very seriously.

In an instant,

The Grand Regent of Great Yan almost thought that an assassin had sneaked in!

The Wangye was so frightened that he quickly put down his bowls and chopsticks and put his hand on Wu Ya.

The Sword Saint found this amusing,

And said with a smile:

"My disciple is fighting someone outside, how can I, as a master, be able to eat?"

"Jian Bi?"

"Yes."

"Isn't she traveling outside?"

"Yes."

"You can sense this?" Zheng Fan asked in surprise.

"Tian Wujing can detect every time a Fangshi dares to attack Tian Tian, why can't I?"

"Oh, you are learning from him, hahaha."

Back then, outside the capital of Jin, the Sword Saint of Jin was defeated by Tian Wujing. After that defeat, the Sword Saint understood how to fight;

Now, the Sword Saint is doing the same, following suit.

Zheng Fan joked: "You are crossing the river by feeling Lao Tian."

The Sword Saint was not angry or ashamed, and said frankly: "When you can enter the second rank, you will find that many things in the world have changed from impossible to possible."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear you insulting me."

"She can't beat it." The Sword Saint said.

"And then?"

"The disciple borrowed a sword from the sect."

A blue sword Qi appeared at the Sword Saint's fingertips, and then the Sword Saint's aura began to rise rapidly.

This was,

About to open the second rank!

The Wangye opened his mouth, looking at this scene, and exclaimed:

"Damn it, it's simply miraculous, worthy of being my neighbor."

The Wangye guessed that this sword, even if it was far away, would be fierce as hell.

Then,

The Wangye said again:

"That's not right, Lao Yu, you're cheating like this."

The Sword Saint didn't care,

And still said frankly:

"This is……… the sect!"

Thugs have to learn to worship at the pier, both black and white have to be taken care of;

Ordinary Jianghu sects, when seeking revenge and smashing the venue, can call people to fight;

The Sword Saint's disciples, including him, only number a handful,

Seemingly not many,

But they can do it,

Borrowing a sword from a thousand miles away!

……

The woman stopped, and from the air, it seemed that a terrifying aura was about to descend.

Using the female swordsman herself as a guide, a sword was transmitted from the void!

"The aura of the second rank, the aura of the second rank!"

A look of tension appeared on the woman's face.

She knew that the body she was using now, not to mention that it had already been damaged in the previous battle, even when it was intact, it would not be able to withstand the impact of a second-rank sword.

From a distance, it was impossible for a Tian Wai Fei Xian (celestial being from outside the sky) sword to kill herself, but this sword intent could have a chance to sever the connection between herself and this body.

A smile appeared on Jian Bi's lips;

……

The command tent;

Suddenly,

The Wangye saw that the Sword Saint's face suddenly changed, and the terrifying aura that had risen earlier directly plummeted in an instant.

And the blue sword Qi that was originally prepared to be sent out was already suspended in place.

The Sword Saint's eyes widened, with an expression that was… indescribable.

"What's wrong?" The Wangye immediately asked.

"It was intercepted."

"What?" The Wangye was confused, "Who intercepted it?"

"Your daughter."

……

In a carriage traveling south in the Zhennan Pass, protected by a group of knights,

One of the two children who were lying there sleeping suddenly woke up.

Zheng Lin also opened his eyes, looked at his older sister,

And asked:

"What's wrong?"

Da Niu said with a serious face:

"Senior Sister is in danger and is borrowing a sword from the sect."

Zheng Lin asked in confusion: "Why can't I sense it?"

It should be known that Zheng Lin had also learned swordsmanship from the Sword Saint.

At this moment,

Da Niu, who was concerned about the sect and anxious, was a little more straightforward in her speech.

She said:

"You don't even recognize your family, so where would you have a sect in your heart."

Zheng Lin didn't feel angry, but instead felt that what his older sister said was really reasonable.

Da Niu formed a sword seal with her fingers,

And Long Yuan flew out of its scabbard, suspended in front of her.

Da Niu grabbed Long Yuan and pointed it directly at the carriage window;

At this moment, Zheng Lin suddenly thought of some possibility, and immediately shouted:

"Borrowing a sword from the sect shouldn't be borrowing from the master……"

But Da Niu, who was concerned about the sect, had no time to care about him. Before Zheng Lin finished speaking,

He saw Da Niu let out a low shout:

"Senior Sister, take the sword!"

A red sword intent shot out from the body of the Long Yuan sword, flew out of the carriage window, and drifted away into the distance.

"Brother, what did you just say, I didn't hear you clearly."

"Sister, I said, shouldn't borrowing a sword from the sect be borrowing from Master Sword Saint?"

When borrowing money, you must find the richest person;

When borrowing a sword, you must find the strongest.

"Ugh!!!"

Da Niu was stunned for a moment, and then reached out to cover her mouth.

But before she could say anything else,

Having just overdrawn all her sword Qi, she was quickly enveloped by a sense of fatigue and fell asleep.

……

The woman stood frozen in place,

Suddenly,

A fiery red sword Qi, as if a fire phoenix was hissing, was released from Jian Bi's fingertips.

The woman screamed and frantically blocked.

Then,

The fire disappeared,

The sword Qi disappeared,

And she blocked it.

The woman stayed in place. She couldn't believe it. The scene just now clearly had the aura of a second-rank sword intent coming down, so how could she have blocked it like this?

The woman asked with some doubts:

"That's it?"

"……" Jian Bi.