Chapter 338 Morning Glow

As Gan Yong opened his mouth, a flying sword burst out of the sword box. The sword's body was as red as the morning glow!

Gan Yong had indeed been depressed for some time when Jian was defeated in seclusion. However, as he became blind and unable to see, all the past events in his mind emerged before his eyes. The dissolute and frivolous past decades were wiped out by his own eyes. I fully understand that I am entirely to blame for today's defeat, and I deserve it.

But since he had already lost, he continued to give up on himself and spend the rest of his life like this, but he still failed and continued to climb to the pinnacle of the sword. This flying sword, Zhaoxia, gave him the answer.

This sword was forged by his own hands. The cold iron used was not originally blood red. He dyed it with his own blood. He soaked the cold iron in the blood for ninety-nine and eighty-one days. After taking out the cold iron stone, he made it with his own hands. By that time, there was already some warmth, and the whole body became extremely bright and red.

After casting this sword, although Gan Yong had never seen the true appearance of this flying sword, he already knew it in his heart, so he named it Zhaoxia, in memory of his youth, and also to say that although he was blind, he would not be able to fly in the future. For countless years, my heart has never grown old. During the journey of swordsmanship, I still think of myself as a young man and am still sincere.

In fact, after Gan Yong figured this out, it didn't matter whether he was defeated by the sword or blinded that day.

Gan Yong, who exhaled a big mouthful of turbid air, seemed to have exhaled all the pent-up energy in this half-hearted man, raised his head and said with great sincerity, "I originally thought that when I came out of the mountain again, I would definitely compete with the opponent of the day. Let him I know that I am not wasting my time, but if I actually think like this, then I am really wasting my time. ♦♦🆂🅷🆄🆇.🅲♦🅼

Emperor Liang said calmly, "If you can't let go of the past, then the so-called resolution is empty talk."

"What your Majesty said is absolutely true, so later someone invited me to come and fight with Your Majesty, and I happily accepted. Your Majesty, a great figure in the world, although he doesn't practice swordsmanship, is still good enough. I can draw a sword after half a dozen years, naturally." It’s better to choose someone like His Majesty.”

Gan Yong murmured softly, "When I draw the sword this time, I don't want the world to know that Gan Yong is still alive and has made further progress. I just want to tell the world that whether he is blind or defeated by the sword, in my heart, It’s all nothing!” 🄲

Emperor Daliang looked at Gan Yong at this moment and said, "Gan Jianxian is already in the state of mind. It won't be too far to reach the state of Dajianxian."

Gan Yong said even more seriously, "To be honest with your Majesty, I feel that after a battle with your Majesty, I will definitely be able to take another step forward and step into that mysterious realm."

Emperor Liang shook his head and said, "What a pity."

Gan Yong was startled and then asked, "What's the pity?"

Emperor Liang said calmly, "How can I be killed easily?"

You, Gan Yong, want to use this battle to step into that mysterious realm. This is certainly good, but through this battle, you want me to die to be a stepping stone for you. But how can I die in your hands while I am in the world? Down?

In other words, if Gan Yong defeats Emperor Daliang in front of him, he may enter the realm of Great Sword Immortal, but Emperor Daliang will not let him win.

"Your Majesty has been seriously injured. Without that oil-paper umbrella, how can you maintain your Majesty's will?"

Gan Yong didn't believe that the current Emperor of Liang could still leave alive, especially at this moment, he was already full of confidence in himself.

The Emperor of Daliang said calmly, "I am in the territory of Daliang, how could I die at your hands?"

Gan Yong sighed, "Everyone will die."

Emperor Liang held the umbrella handle and looked at it expressionlessly.

Walking slowly down the street, "Everyone will die, and I will naturally die, but now that I don't want to die, who can take me out of this world?"

Gan Yong didn't speak, he just stretched out his hand to hold the flying sword Zhaoxia. At this moment, his aura continued to rise, and in an instant he had returned to the peak level before half a century, but it did not stop. After a while, his aura became even stronger. It keeps improving, and then becomes stronger and stronger, until it reaches a critical point.

At that critical point, one step forward is the realm of the Great Sword Immortal.

He was already standing at the threshold.

Emperor Liang shook his head and said, "You can't."

Gan Yong did not speak, he just raised the morning glow and drew his sword lightly. A cold sword light bloomed from the tip of the sword. A wave of sword energy cut through the wind and snow and fell towards the long street.

At the same time, Gan Yong jumped up and hit Emperor Daliang.

It is not common for swordsmen to raise their swords to face the enemy, but Gan Yong, who was only half a year old, realized that the sword must be raised to exert its maximum power.

Seeing that the old swordsman had arrived in front of him, Emperor Liang took a look at the flying sword and exclaimed, "It's a good sword!"

Each of the four flying swords has its own merits, but when it comes to its significance to Gan Yong, I am afraid that only this flying sword is Zhaoxia. Unlike the previous three swords, this flying sword represents the meaning of the entire Gan Yong's life.

It's just that no matter how good the sword is, once the tip of the sword is pointed at you, it may not be considered a good sword.

Emperor Liang didn't care about this. Facing this swordsman who had long been famous all over the world, he used the umbrella handle in his hand to fight against the enemy. Under the opponent's sword, he hit the umbrella handle with one hand and defeated the sword energy, and then the two When people meet, Gan Yong keeps drawing out his sword. The long time of half a century has now turned into sharp sword light and bursts of strong sword energy here.

The broken imperial robe of the Daliang Emperor fluttered, and the umbrella handle in his hand trembled for a long time every time it collided with the flying sword. In fact, if it were not for the blessing of the Daliang Emperor's Qi, this ordinary umbrella handle would never be able to resist the flying sword that Gan Yong spent endless time to build.

However, Gan Yong, the master of swordsmanship, opened and closed his swords with great care, and each sword he handed out was extremely sophisticated. The Daliang Emperor on the opposite side seemed to be very casual in his response. The umbrella handle in his hand appeared again and again at the key point of Gan Yong's sword. After the initial parry, the Daliang Emperor actually wanted to take the initiative for a while.

He was a warrior who had reached the end of forgetfulness, and was a figure who could be compared with the Taoist Great Immortal and the Great Sword Immortal. No matter how strong Gan Yong was, he did not cross that threshold.

Of course, no matter how seriously injured the Daliang Emperor was, he did not fall out of that threshold.

There was still a gap between the two.

While fighting with Gan Yong, the Emperor of Daliang looked into the distance. The Buddhist Vajra had been seriously injured and was regulating his breathing at this moment. He did not intend to get involved in the short time. As for the gray-robed Taoist who had been watching from the sidelines, he was the real tricky person.

"Old Taoist, since you have finally come out of the mountain, why do you always test it and hide in the dark? Now is the time to attack, and we will fight to our heart's content."

The voice of the Emperor of Daliang sounded slowly, like a loud bell.

"Your Majesty, I dare not compare with Your Majesty. I would like to ask Gan Jianxian to consume Your Majesty for a while. I am afraid that Gan Jianxian's half-century of cultivation has not been fully exerted at this moment."

The voice of the gray-robed Taoist sounded not far away, but it was calm.

The Emperor of Daliang glanced at Gan Yong in front of him, but he didn't care. He just asked, "When will Gan Jianxian's strongest sword be used?"