The moment the god including Shen Lian appeared, Chen Beidou understood who was facing him. He was not ignorant, so he couldn't help but tremble a little at this time. It was due to being too excited.
No one can represent the ultimate in kendo better than the man in front of him, even though he is not a major in kendo.
Gods are both acquired and innate. The one in front of me is the innate god, a majestic existence who was born before the creation of the universe. Even the Taoist masters and Buddhas who have been passed down from generation to generation became enlightened later than this one.
Even though he was once an immortal, he is still a god now. But recalling all the secrets, Chen Beidou still had the absurd feeling that myths have become reality.
Of course, the god in front of him is by no means the real one. He may not even have one billionth of his own power. It is more likely that he is just a remnant of the god who was refined and combined.
Because of this, he had the opportunity to peek into that swordsmanship, and he could even feel the immortal sword that had been completely conquered by him. He was excited and jealous at this time, because the god that Shen Lian had fused was holding in his hand. It is the Five Elements Divine Sword.
In the sky and on earth, in the past and future, there is only one sword worthy of being held by that person, but it is definitely not Shen Lian's Five Elements Divine Sword, even if the god who appears now is just a trace of that person left in time.
This is the emotion that emerges from Zhenxianjian.
The Fallen Immortal Sword is no longer as powerful as it was in that person's hands, but as long as he witnesses the slightest trace of that swordsmanship, there is a chance that the Fallen Immortal Sword can begin to restore its origin, and the man and his sword can follow each other and climb the path of swordsmanship. The highest peak.
What Shen Lian merged with was only the gods he imagined, and what he captured was only a drop in the ocean of the great avenue that he had intercepted. Although it had unique characteristics, it was still impossible for him to touch the true power of that majestic existence.
But it was enough. Even the slightest shadow could allow him to touch a more sublime realm. At this moment, he became enlightened and could feel all the people in the world who were related to him in an instant.
He saw his master Zi Ling staring at him, he saw his senior sister Gu Caiwei praying in the master's hall, he saw Chao Xiaoyu playing a sad tune on Jimo Peak with an instrument similar to a long Xiao, and he saw Ruoxi sitting on Qianmo. On his body, he flew towards Zhong Shan.
He saw Yanxu and Huanzhen on the weak water.
Fang Yanying was in a corner of Zhongshan, looking up at this place.
He even saw Mr. Su, who taught him the sword energy of having and without forms.
At this time, Mr. Su was in an exquisite room, painting the eyebrows of a graceful woman wearing fiery red clothes with a flame mark on her forehead. Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and slashed a sword energy into the void.
"What's wrong?" the woman asked.
"It's nothing. It seems like someone is spying on me. Maybe I feel wrong." Mr. Su said with a smile.
"It's weird. I can count the number of people who can peek into the Palace of the Undead. Those people won't be so rude. If not, I'll see who they are."
Mr. Su held her catkins in his hand and said warmly: "Forget it, we live here in seclusion just to keep away from the world. Madam, I think it's better to leave her alone and let him go."
"With the way you are now, I'm afraid no one will believe that you are the original Ziwei Sword Master."
After being noticed by Mr. Su, Shen Lian stopped paying attention. At the same time, he was truly awakened. The almost omniscient state that illuminated the heavens just now made his natural aura dim a lot.
It is simply immeasurable to imagine that Taoists and Buddhas, with their Dharma Eyes opened, can illuminate the past, future, and infinite universe, knowing all the causes and consequences.
Shen Lian's mind was spinning faster than lightning and flint.
At the same time, the Five Elements Divine Sword in his hand has already started, a simple thrust, without any change, any magic, even light, as if nothingness.
With such a simple stab, Chen Beidou felt as if he had lost his soul. He watched the sword tip approaching without making any reaction.
It was as if Chen Beidou could only die after being struck by this sword.
This was not only the experience of Chen Beidou, but also the experience of all the cultivating beings around him at this time. No one expected that Chen Beidou, who had completely suppressed Shen Lian before, would suddenly turn around.
But Chen Beidou was worthy of being Chen Beidou, and he never gave up.
No matter how strong Shen Lian is now, he is just pretending to be powerful, and it is definitely not to the point where he cannot resist. Even if this sword is like a great road and can move the stars around the sky, it still cannot make him depressed.
He abandoned all unnecessary thoughts, forgot what kind of situation he was in, and only saw his true heart and nothing else.
Chen Beidou seemed to have broken free from some shackles, breaking some shackles, and the sound of something breaking seemed to be heard in the world.
He finally drew his sword, and everything about him, including his divinity, legal body, sword heart, spiritual response, etc., instantly merged with the Immortal Sword, turning into a pure sword light regardless of each other.
Shen Lian's 'cut' was simple, while Chen Beidou's counterattack was 'pure'.
Chen Beidou was nowhere to be seen in the world, and there was only a flash of crimson. It could not be said to be gorgeous, nor was it as bright as the Milky Way. But whoever saw this crimson sword light would understand the persistence of a swordsman.
He is not sincere to heaven and earth, not to his ancestors, not to his believers, but he is absolutely sincere to the art of swordsmanship and has nothing left to pursue.
Shen Lian's "cut" was neither fast nor slow, but Chen Beidou's sword light was like a rainbow in the sky, intending to surpass Shen Lian's sword and directly slash at the god he incarnated.
Then, on top of Zhongshan Mountain, under the starry sky and the moon, a ball of light as bright as the Big Dipper appeared. It exploded, and the sky and the earth fell into a vast expanse of white, as clean as daylight.
With white light everywhere in the sky and earth, a huge monster emerged from the weak water. It had two staggered horns on its head and cyan scales under its neck. It leaped out of the water. It was a dragon. Rising out of the water, intending to break into the core of white light.
At this time, a sword roar sounded, and a section of the dragon's horn was cut off, and it fell into the weak water with a miserable howl.
The endless white light dissipated, and Chen Beidou stepped out of the void, holding the pale red Sinking Immortal Sword. His body became more and more transparent, and finally the Sinking Immortal Sword turned into a blood-colored light spot and disappeared without a trace.
The void began to sew together, and the night sky after the fierce battle was so clear and beautiful, with no dust particles visible.
He really stood on the boat and had already taken back the seal. He thought he could intervene, but in the end he realized that he had thought too much.
Qingyin murmured: "Who wins."
He really whispered: "I don't know."
"He didn't win." The boat trembled slightly, causing ripples in the weak water nearby and causing waves to rise.
A young Taoist priest in feathers and stars sat down at the coffee table in Qingzhou. He picked up a piece of pastry and put it into his mouth. There seemed to be a faint starlight all over his body, making his appearance hazy and hard to see clearly.
Qingyin stared at him dumbfounded, speechless.
The young Taoist priest ate the pastry, picked up a crystal clear spiritual fruit, and said with a smile: "Your pastry is too sweet, you can try making something salty next time."