Chapter 827: Sword Will Is Like Heaven, Why Not? (Fourth Update, Monthly Vote Requested)
Divine power? Great Divine Power? The legendary strong man, the power that can change the laws of heaven.
Feeling this divine consciousness, Yu Zecheng's whole body was on fire. What Wang Shuyuan, never think about him again. This is the power of divine power. Divine Power, in countless legends, they are the strongest in this world. Divine Power, this is my ideal.
Yu Zecheng couldn't help but get excited, but there was a choice in front of him. There was only one ball of light, and his sword path had three. He could only choose one of the three and strengthen one of them.
Then do you still need to choose? Naturally, it is Jianjiu Sword Path. This is his foundation and his struggle, so Yu Zecheng chose it.
In an instant, the light dissipated, and Yu Zecheng's eyes suddenly went black, and he was in a coma.
In that coma, Yu Zecheng gradually felt that he was flying high in the sky, the boundless sky, looking down, the sky and the earth were vast, and all things were wild. This was the ancient wild era.
His prey appeared in the distance, a huge demon, with a body a thousand feet tall, driving the black wind. This was his favorite food, the demon soul, and it tasted the most delicious.
Yu Zecheng rushed over, and suddenly thousands of corrupt soul lights were emitted. It turned out that he was the soul-stealing tarsal dove, the most powerful divine dove.
Yu Zecheng soared between heaven and earth, hunted, grew, killed powerful enemies, and reproduced offspring. The whole world was his world, until he slowly got old, death approached, and he could no longer soar in the sky. He violently crashed into the stone wall in the distance, smashed to pieces, and died completely.
In an instant, Yu Zecheng changed. He became a cultivator with extremely powerful strength. With a sword in hand, no one in the world could defeat him. He could break the sky, penetrate the earth, cut the immortals, and destroy the gods.
He was constantly studying swordsmanship and constantly creating swordsmanship. He was the old man with swordsmanship. In fact, he was not old at all, but he liked to pretend to be an old man in front of others to amaze people.
He was constantly researching swordsmanship. One day, his sword instinct was so strong that he decided to research a swordsmanship from the strongest fairy birds in the prehistoric world.
Golden-winged Dapeng, Flying Blue Luan, Nirvana Fire Phoenix, Wind-swirling Soul-devouring Eagle, Soul-stealing Tarsal Dove, Three-clawed Golden Crow, Bifang, Pipe, Chongming, Lingluo, etc. were all included in his vision. He wanted to create a powerful swordsmanship based on them.
Old Man Jian had a treasure that could observe the sky and the earth, and watch ancient history. He began to watch the past of these spirit birds, watching them fly, hunt, and fight, and felt the swordsmanship in them.
But this was not enough. Just watching could not create a swordsmanship that could be passed down through the ages and shock the world. It needed to be based on real objects.
Old Man Jian began to look for pets. As long as he found one of these spirit birds, he could create a unique swordsmanship through it.
In this way, by chance, the soul-stealing tarsal dove that guarded the tomb of Emperor Xuanyuan became the first pet of the old man Jian. Therefore, the old man Jian created the dove sword technique, and then lost interest in other spiritual birds and began to study other new sword techniques. In this way, the dove sword technique was born, the Xuanyuan Sword School was born, and Yu Zecheng was born today.
Countless memories emerged little by little, and the history of the dove sword technique appeared little by little in Yu Zecheng's mind. Gradually, he had a feeling and a new understanding of this dove sword technique. His sword dove swordsmanship evolved again.
In the dim, countless scenes passed in front of Yu Zecheng's eyes. The son of the dove turned white overnight, forgot the past, learned the dove sword technique, the king Yin-Yang sword dove possessed, and revived Xuanyuan. Everything flowed in front of Yu Zecheng.
"The sword is not in the heart, but in the life."
Yu Zecheng opened his mouth and said these seven words. This Xuanyuan sword song that saved his life countless times, for the first time he realized the true meaning of these seven words.
The sword is not important, the sword art is not important, what is important is one's own heart. As long as the heart is there and one fights with life, one will surely succeed.
The sword is not there, the heart is there, life is there, and he chanted loudly again,
The long chant is like the roar of a dragon.
The high pitch is like thunder.
The sound is as deep as thousands of bells ringing together, and the sound rolls and reverberates between heaven and earth, as if there are countless echoes responding, and there is an irresistible grandeur in the peaceful momentum.
The belief in his heart is strengthened again, Yu Zecheng opens his eyes, and the sword art of Jianjiu goes one step further, comprehending the supreme sword art.
Three days have passed.
The melodious sound of the soul-suppressing bell of Xuanyuan Sword Peak rang out, "dong, dong, dong" a total of 108 strikes, this huge bell sound resounds throughout the Xuanyuan Hill of one yuan in 120,000 miles, all the foundation-building disciples and above of the 12 peaks of the Five Ridges all flew up on their swords and flew to the top of Xuanyuan Sword Peak.
The time for the sect competition has come. Yu Zecheng is wearing Xuanyuan battle clothes today. He leads six disciples in the sect, flies to the top of Xuanyuan Sword Peak on his sword.
Along the way, Yu Zecheng slowly tells everyone the history of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, the past of the huge chessboard on the top of Sword Peak, and the legend of Wang Yinyang, the founder of the Zhongxing period. That's how the third senior brother told him, and now it's his turn to tell the disciples.
The disciples are relaxed and happy to hear it, just like himself back then, very excited. In fact, how many people know that the real purpose of the chessboard is the treasure left by the founder of Zhongxing to cover up the aura of Xuanyuan Sword.
The top of Xuanyuan Sword Peak is always surrounded by clouds and mist. It is the ultimate defense formation of Xuanyuan Sword Sect. Today, the defense clouds and mist finally dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the top of Sword Peak.
The top of Sword Peak is a white stone about three feet square, with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines on it, and countless black and white chess pieces on it.
Everyone flew down, so the disciples gathered together. This time, Nan Tianzhen stood at the front, lighting incense to worship the ancestors, and lit three three-foot-high sacred incense. This incense is condensed from a variety of rare medicinal materials. It is said that this fragrance The Tao can spread to the immortal world and attract the attention of the patriarchs.
After offering three sacrifices and five grains, Lord Nan Tianzhen began to recite sacrificial inscriptions, and then led all the Xuanyuan disciples to kneel down and worship their ancestors. The ceremony was very simple and quick, and then in the last step, everyone suddenly sent out mana and true energy from all over their bodies, releasing their true energy into the sky. , and suddenly thousands of sword energy rose up, forming a sky sword.
Yu Zecheng also released his sword energy, and it took a long time for the heavenly energy to wither before he finished releasing it, and then each of them landed on the stand of the arena with their swords.
The competition started with a competition between the novices, then all the foundation-building disciples, Jindan Zhenren, and finally Nascent Soul Zhenjun.
Zhang Qingyun, who participated in the first competition, ended up fighting against his fellow disciples. Yu Zecheng watched his battle silently. Zhang Qingyun waved the flying sword, the sword flew wings, and the sword condensed, finally defeated the enemy and won the first victory.
Before Zhang Qingyun joined the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, he could lead a team of casual cultivators to participate in the trials of the Ice and Snow Palace. Naturally, he had his own advantages. Under Yu Zecheng's painstaking teachings, his swordsmanship was outstanding and he defeated his opponents. It's also natural.
In this way, as the battle continued, Zhang Qingyun won the first place in the novice competition for Yu Zecheng, and lived up to Yu Zecheng's expectations.
After the novice competition, it was the foundation building stage, and then the golden elixir stage. These competitions passed one after another. Yu Zecheng didn't pay much attention to it, because he was paying attention to Wang Shuyuan in the distance, and that was his own battle.
The competition at the Nascent Soul stage finally arrived, and it seemed that everyone had been waiting for this moment.
Needless to say, both Yu Zecheng and Wang Shuyuan came on stage.
Instantly entering the martial arts dojo, Yu Zecheng and the two appeared in a forest. This battlefield was dozens of miles long, with lush green forests beneath their feet. Thunder is rolling in the sky, and lightning pierces the sky from time to time. The ground is full of green pines more than three feet high, and there are also huge boulders. The environment can be said to be extremely complex.
Looking at this place, Yu Zecheng frowned. This place looked familiar. Wang Shuyuan appeared in front of Yu Zecheng and said:
"Senior brother, do you still remember this place?"
Yu Zecheng said:
"It looks familiar."
Wang Shuyuan said:
"I will never forget this place. At that time, the sword technique Xuan Chaos I had just created became world-famous in the ancient Qin region. It can be said that it was the most glorious moment in my life.
But here I was beaten by your Sheyan swordsmanship, and I was completely defeated by your chaotic Tai Chi. I lost everything, and you gained everything.
So I deliberately chose this place. When you and I fight, I will fall down there and get up there. "
Yu Zecheng took a look at the world here and said:
"Why bother, why bother. You have to make the same mistakes again."
Wang Shuyuan said:
"No, I have to send the ancestor immortal to give me the sword. I have the most powerful weapon..., I am undefeated, there is no way you can defeat me."
Yu Zecheng said:
"It's just a sword."
Wang Shuyuan suddenly moved and turned into countless figures, surrounding Yu Zecheng. This was like shrinking to an inch. Wang Shuyuan also fully mastered it, and he had one more footwork than Yu Zecheng.
At the same time, the sword light flew up on him, and the two swords combined. Sword Jiu Kendo and Chaos Kendo together emitted the sword light of the combined swords flickering, which seemed to overthrow the heaven and earth, and flip the universe.
Yu Zecheng remained motionless, not firing a sword, watching the swords flash.
Seeing that Yu Zecheng had no reaction, Wang Shuyuan's fierce sword light, all swords unified, was constantly changing, and suddenly shrank into a simple black and green sword light. The two swords merged and turned into a shock of lightning. Down. This combined sword light seemed to be able to transcend the shackles of time and space, leaving no room for Yu Zecheng to dodge or parry. Yu Zecheng looked at the sword light and waved his hand casually. In a moment, the light of Yu Zecheng's flying sword could not be seen, only a white light, like smoke and mist, like a sword and a chant.
In a daze, there was only this light in the world. This light suddenly swayed, like the dawn, like the dusk, like the setting sun, like the thunder, soft but heavy! The sky is filled with white light. In this white light, everyone has the same feeling. They feel that the sword's intention is like the tide, the sword's intention is like the mountain, the sword's intention is like a song, the sword's intention is like the mountain, and the sword's intention is like the sky.
In an instant, Wang Shuyuan's two swords combined, Wang Shuyuan's Sword Dove Sword Way, and Chaos Sword Way all collapsed. In an instant, Wang Shuyuan's whole body trembled and trembled under his sword intent.
Wang Shuyuan could only mutter:
"No way, no way, no way."
In his heart, the same is true for the old man who is the ghost of the demon in his heart. Under this sword intention, he can only say:
"No way, no way, no way."
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