Gu Pinglin took a step forward: "Then I have no choice but to defeat you."
"I remember that you have always been defeated by me."
As he spoke, Li Moqing once again used "A Solitary Orchid in a Quiet Garden". The orchid leaves entangled the ink characters in the air, and the ink color also wanted to swallow the silver orchid. As the two competed, sword energy splashed in all directions like raindrops. Cheng Yi let out an "ah", and everyone used their protective seals to block it.
Duan Qingming looked over and said, "What a pity. I thought my opponent would be Li Moqing. After all, your path to the Tao is hopeless. Facing me is like an ant trying to shake a tree. You have no chance of winning."
The extremely yang energy above his head was slowly pressing down on the spiritual energy column, and the space was unstable. Gu Pinglin pointed his sword and a strong wind rose: "Time is running out, let's get started."
"Will it take me a long time to defeat you?" Duan Qingming retracted his gaze and said with a smile, "Although I don't have high expectations for your swordsmanship, your personality of fighting again and again after repeated failures always arouses my interest."
Before he finished speaking, he was already in the sword realm. Looking up was the dark sky, and under his feet was an endless sea of purple flowers.
Gu Pinglin didn't waste any time talking to him and started with his killing move.
"Well, this move is not bad." With petals flying around him, Duan Qingming stood in the sword realm and scanned the undulating sea of flowers. "After living a new life, you have indeed made progress."
Hearing this familiar, condescending comment, his heart, which he thought would not fluctuate any more, began to beat again. Gu Pinglin's eyes were stern, and he suppressed his restless emotions. He did not choose to wait, and his finger gestures changed quickly, and flower walls stood up one after another. The purple petals condensed by the sword energy were so dense that they almost submerged Duan Qingming.
Duan Qingming's voice came from the sea of flowers.
"When I woke up, I found that Gu Ying's swordsmanship had a few more moves." The voice was still full of laughter, but the momentum had changed. "One of the moves seems to have a lot in common with your move."
Sword energy explodes!
Several huge white butterflies flew out from the purple light, their shadows rose and fell, their wings flapped lightly, and the sea of flowers collapsed and shattered in an instant, just like the scene of the sword fight in the East China Sea that year!
Butterflies are attracted by the flowers and their shadows fly through the flowers.
After losing the sword contest in the East China Sea, now... it's not that easy! Gu Pinglin formed a sword gesture with both hands and clasped them in front of his chest. The collapsed sword energy quickly condensed and turned into a long arrow.
"Any tricks?" Duan Qingming was surprised.
The eight white butterflies happened to merge into one, and it was the gap in the "Butterfly Shadows Passing Through Flowers" technique that was short enough to be ignored. Gu Pinglin grasped the opportunity very accurately, and the long arrow was about to pierce the butterfly's body!
Duan Qingming probably really didn't expect this kind of change, so he stopped fighting and used "Crane Shadow" to dodge in time.
"Escape?" Gu Pinglin flew over to catch the sword and used another move called "Moon Falls and Eagle Flies".
As soon as Duan Qingming stood still, he saw the full moon in front of him. He was not panicked even though he was being chased. Instead, his eyes lit up: "This move comes from 'Eagle Strikes Moon Shadow'. Are you actually learning Gu Ying's sword technique?"
Gu Pinglin said: "It is broken."
"Such unbeatable self-confidence." Duan Qingming laughed, his Mingfeng sword moved, and the full moon rose into the sky. It was an authentic "Eagle Strikes the Moon Eagle" move.
Two bright moons, one in the sky and the other on the ground, compete with each other for brilliance.
The two nearly perfect sword moves collided, the sword realms devoured each other, and the exploding sword energy affected the surrounding battle situation. Even though Yan Sen and others had seen Duan Qingming in action or heard of his swordsmanship, they could not help but show horror on their faces, and more and more eyes were fixed on Gu Pinglin.
Just as Gu Pinglin expected, Duan Qingming lost his memory and immediately became interested in these sword moves. He wanted to see more and did not use too much of his realm advantage. Gu Pinglin observed while fighting and found that his "Bu Tian Jue" technique and "Gu Ying Sword Technique" were more perfect, completely combining the advantages of both lives. The title of "Sword King" was well-deserved and there was no way he could defeat him.
The fights in the other several battle circles were also very fierce. The barriers overlapped, the sword realm and the magic realm were repeatedly broken and reappeared, the red tongue uttered ghost words, the devil's evil blood refining method and puppetry showed their magical powers, the ink-written sword technique, the soul sword style, the silver orchid sword technique and the pure yang sword technique competed for glory, sand and rocks were flying all around, and the palace collapsed.
The sky gradually brightened, and the Yang Qi became stronger! The golden Yang Qi was mixed with a trace of Hongmeng purple Qi, which gradually pressed down the white spiritual energy column and was about to pour into the spiritual eye.
Finally, Duan Qingming asked: "Why not use 'Golden Wind and Jade Dew'?"
"It's only half a move, not yet complete," Gu Pinglin held his sword horizontally, "If you are willing to stop, you will be able to see it in a short time."
Duan Qingming said "What a pity": "Then I will wait for new tricks to change."
The Four Spirits Swallowing the Sun Formation was successful, and the yang energy in the entire cultivation world was cut off, turning it into a land of yin. All Taoism except the ghost Taoism would be extinct. Without the support of the "Creation Art", the sword moves naturally could not be perfected, unless a method suitable for practicing in a land of yin was created. At that time, the sword moves would inevitably have to change, so he said so.
Finally, Duan Qingming reached out and took the sword: "Your sword moves are all good, but it's time to end it."
Suppressed by his realm and innate sword intent, Gu Pinglin immediately found it difficult to move. Not only him, but the sword power of all the sword cultivators present stagnated. Only Li Moqing was not greatly affected, and his Heavenly Sword made a long sound.
"It should have ended long ago," Master Lu finally smiled, and Gui Yan repelled Yu Wuxue and the others, "Master Gu, how are you going to stop me now?"
The Yang energy was pressed down, only three feet away from the spirit eye, and would flow into the earth veins in the next moment.
"Right now." Gu Pinglin replied.
The wind rose, and wherever the sword realm passed, the rest of the sword realms were forcibly wiped out by the true energy of creation, turning into an endless night sky with millions of meteors flying by, which was exactly half of a move of "Golden Wind and Jade Dew".
Everyone could see that he was trying to gather his strength in a last-ditch effort.
Duan Qingming frowned: "You really haven't changed at all."
"You too." Gu Pinglin said suddenly.
"Hmm?" Duan Qingming probably also heard something wrong. Before he could think of anything, a sinister female voice rang out: "Come and die!"
A green light flashed like a silk thread, attacking Gu Pinglin!
"Cheng Daxiu, you can't do that!" Li Moqing noticed this and was shocked.
The attacker turned out to be Cheng from Xuanming Sect!
Cheng had already reached the inner alchemy realm, and her swordsmanship of the Xuanming School was also ranked among the best in the cultivation world. As soon as she drew her sword, she directly broke through Gu Pinglin's sword realm. The night sky and the stars disappeared, revealing the real scene. Gu Pinglin staggered and spit out blood, and hurriedly turned around to resist, but Cheng's cultivation was far superior to his, and she was full of murderous intent and merciless. Gu Pinglin was finally defeated, and the Gu Ying sword flew back and fell to the ground.
In this critical moment, the bright moon reappears!
Intercept halfway, Eagle strikes Moon Shadow!
The eagle in the sky swooped down and blocked Cheng's killing move in time. Such speed and such sword moves could only be achieved by the pinnacle of swordsmanship and the peerless sword king.
At the same time, on the other side, five dazzling sword lights lit up!
Five flying swords spun and flew out, bringing out delicate plum blossom shadows at an incredibly fast speed, which was not something that could be achieved by ordinary swordsmanship. It was the famous unique move of the Feijian Palace, "Plum Blossoms Falling on the Small Bridge".
The center of the formation was broken!
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The Lock Yang Formation collapsed, and the golden pure yang energy lost its traction. In an instant, it dissipated like water vapor and returned to the air and the earth.
The surroundings fell into dead silence, with only the mountain breeze blowing.
Everyone stopped fighting at the same time and looked at the saboteur who intervened. Even Cheng was stunned, not knowing what was going on.
The visitor successfully destroyed the center of the formation with the Feijian Palace's special move, and was standing on the flying sword, laughing towards the sky.
When they saw his face clearly, they were even more surprised.
This person turned out to be Yang Zhao, a disciple of Yu Wuxue, the Palace Master of Feijian Palace, who was regarded as a useless person by everyone!
"There is no invincibility, no supreme. I am not, and neither are you. You will lose just the same. Haha!" Yang Zhao pointed at Duan Qingming and laughed heartily. He was not proud, but full of relief.
Duan Qingming stopped Cheng in time, turned around, his face looked normal, but his eyes were a little heavy.
Gu Pinglin had been keeping an eye on him the whole time, and was unable to make a judgement for the moment, so he went over and picked up the Gu Ying sword without making a sound.
Yu Wuxue saw that his beloved disciple was not as depressed as before, but seemed crazy again. He was suddenly undecided. He could not help but look at Gu Pinglin, asking questions.
Gu Pinglin wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and shook his head to indicate that he didn't need to worry.
Yang Zhao stopped laughing and asked Gu Pinglin: "Can Sect Master Gu defeat the Pavilion Master?"
Gu Pinglin said: "Yes."
Duan Qingming said: "Confidence from the weak is always silly and cute."
Yang Zhao seemed not to have heard his words and asked again: "Can Sect Master Gu defeat the Pavilion Master?"
Gu Pinglin still answered: "Yes."
"The Pavilion Master's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. If it weren't for your tricks, he would not have been defeated." Master Lu said.
"Many people believe they will never lose before they fail," Gu Pinglin said, "Did the Pavilion Master really only use swordsmanship to defeat Yang Zhao that day?"
"That's right!" Yang Zhao clapped his hands after hearing this. "He angered me with his words, and then suppressed me with his cultivation. He deliberately mocked my swordsmanship, shook my heart of Taoism, and used tricks to lure me into the devil's barrier. How can this be fair and just? How can it be called a true swordsman competition? Now it seems that he is not perfect, and his swordsmanship also has weaknesses. We can use tricks to defeat him as well. Just right, just right!"
Duan Qingming said: "Your background is not even as good as that of the Duan family's retainers. You can enter the Feijian Palace with your talent. How much do you know about the way of the sword? Now you come to judge me presumptuously. You are really shallow."
These words were extremely harsh, and Yu Wuxue turned pale when he heard them. Yang Zhao's background was his weak spot, and he was clearly using the same old trick again, trying to destroy Yang Zhao's confidence again.
"I heard that Sect Leader Gu also comes from an ordinary family," Yang Zhao said proudly. "There is a saying in the world that goes 'Don't ask where a hero comes from.' I, Yang Zhao, come from a humble background. So what if I am laughed at by ignorant people? One day, they will only remember my strength."
"Are you strong?" Duan Qingming said coldly, "I will defeat you without any effort."
"Yesterday you defeated me, today he defeated you, how do you know I won't be able to defeat you tomorrow?" Yang Zhao's eyes were clear now, he smiled and sighed, "What's the point of a win or a loss? Who in the world can be undefeated? Only the way of the sword is eternal. I heard that you practiced the Nine Chapters of Spirit Refining. The Demon Ancestor has passed away, and you are the only one who has inherited it. However, my Feijian Palace's Pure Yang Sword Dao has survived to this day, with tens of millions of disciples, and has already surpassed the Hundred Refining Demon Ancestor."
Gu Pinglin curled his lips when he heard this.
Before, Yang Zhao was defeated by Duan Qingming. Duan Qingming did his best to belittle him, just to leave a mark of his own perfection and invincibility in his heart, so that he would fall into the demon of self-doubt. Once Duan Qingming failed and was no longer invincible, the knot in his heart would naturally be solved. However, Duan Qingming's swordsmanship and wisdom were unmatched, and with the power of the Sword King Pavilion behind him, it was extremely difficult to defeat him, so Yu Wuxue and others were helpless. Now that Duan Qingming has failed, Yang Zhao is like breaking free from the shackles. Judging from his words and expressions, he still has arrogance, but he is no longer arrogant. The inner demon has been eliminated, and he has realized from then on that this genius of Feijian Palace has gained true pride and is destined to go further in the way of swordsmanship.
All of this was also a deal between Gu Pinglin and Yu Wuxue. Gu Pinglin needed combat power, and Yu Wuxue wanted to save his beloved disciple, so each of them got what they needed. This time Gu Pinglin successfully achieved his goal, and it was also worth it for Feijian Palace to send so many combat forces.
On the opposite side, Duan Qingming stopped talking. It was obvious that he also saw that Yang Zhao had been reborn and his determination in Taoism was firm, and he could no longer be influenced.
Yang Zhao landed, holding the sword, walked to Yu Wuxue, and knelt down: "Because of my humble background, I underestimated myself. A victory or a defeat led me astray. Now looking back, it seems like a dream. I am extremely ashamed."
"Okay, okay!" Yu Wuxue was excited and helped him up with his own hands, unable to say more. These days, Yu Wuxue tried every way to save his beloved disciple, and spent all his energy. Now that his beloved disciple has finally come out of the devil barrier, Feijian Palace has a successor. Yu Wuxue felt sad and emotional, and bowed to Gu Pinglin.
Several elders in Feijian Palace noticed the changes in Yang Zhao and showed relief on their faces.
Yang Zhao held up the sword with both hands: "This Gu Fang Sword was given to me by Master. I would like to change its name now. I hope Master will grant my permission."
"Your sword should be named by you," Yu Wuxue was very happy at this time, and naturally he would obey him, "What do you want to call it?"
"Yun Ni," Yang Zhao looked at Duan Qingming, "Pavilion Master was born in the Duan family, and there is a huge difference between us. However, although I, Yang Zhao, was born in mud, my talent in swordsmanship is not much worse than yours. One day I will stand on the clouds. I named this sword Yun Ni because I hope it can always remind me."
Yu Wuxue said repeatedly: "Good, very good!"
Master Lu said: "Cloud mud, it also makes people remember you in the mud."
"How many people in the world can have such a wonderful experience of refining the mind and resurrecting from the dead? As long as I am strong enough, this experience will only be passed down as a good story," Yang Zhao laughed, "Master, now that things here are done, it's time to return to Feijian Palace." After saying that, he no longer looked at everyone, decisively sheathed his sword, and floated away.
Yu Wuxue turned to Gu Pinglin and was about to say a few more polite words when he noticed something strange happening in the sky.
Everyone present was a master of inner alchemy and was very sensitive to these changes. It was an extremely strong and evil yin energy.
The yin and yang energies of heaven and earth restrain each other in order to maintain balance. Unless they are pulled by a formation, it is impossible for such a large amount of yin energy to spread. And the Suoyang Formation had clearly been destroyed by Yang Zhao just now.
Everyone looked up and watched.
There was a noisy sound from the sky, and a huge flock of birds was rushing towards this side like dark clouds!