He was still as charming and elegant as ever, peerless and unrivaled, looking down upon his fellow mortals. With the appearance of the Green Lotus of Creation, all the cultivators of recent and ancient times felt their blood boiling, wishing they could step forward and fight alongside him.
Above the sky, the green lotus of creation was swaying, and Feng Qingyang was standing in it. With his green face and fangs, he displayed his absolute power and domineering aura. His body was surrounded by a light interwoven with green and purple gold, and his magic power was boundless. His will and his voice of Tao were roaring non-stop.
The sea below rumbled downward and collapsed rapidly, as if it could not bear his existence. Even the void around his body was shaking constantly. If he were turned into a person, it would be found that he was bent over by the pressure, and even his knees were half-kneeling.
This world could no longer withstand Feng Qingyang's pressure. Not even the void and the rules of heaven could bear it. With each rumble, cultivators from all directions felt this trembling breath, and their bones creaked.
There was a sea of green between heaven and earth, as if the world had been completely changed, and this place was completely transformed into his absolute master. He was the sky here, the will here, dominating the world, making flowers bloom with a thought, dominating the rise and fall, who dares to disobey
The majestic figure stood upright in the void with his head held high, against the backdrop of the Green Lotus of Creation. He was as majestic as a mountain, suppressing the fortune of all the cultivators in the modern times.
Everyone was shocked by this absolutely supreme aura, even those monks from the Middle Ages and recent times, felt a kind of admiration in their hearts under this aura. Although they were not from the same era, for the strong, everyone would admire them from the bottom of their hearts.
The Peerless Sword Saint himself was also extremely shocked. How could the Third Will be so famous in vain? His physical strength was unparalleled in the world. He was the leading overlord of the ancient and modern times. Even the Green Lotus of Creation was used by him. Who dared to say that he was not powerful
"You are also very strong, really. You are the strongest person I have met in ancient times and even in modern times." He spoke softly, and the gloom on his face disappeared. Isn't it a qualification to be able to fight with such a strong man
"As long as you can withstand this attack of mine, if you don't die, I will admit defeat."
"Okay, I'll wait for you to admit defeat." Feng Qingyang was not humble at all. Even though other people heard these words, they did not think he was arrogant. On the contrary, in their hearts, it seemed that this was how it should be.
This is the attitude of a strong man and the pride of an absolute overlord. Their pride and will are the basis of their strength. Only with an unyielding heart and a demon-sealed state that ignores life and death can they become powerful, right
The peerless swordsman held the sword in both hands, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he slowly brought it together and suddenly said, "Kendo, what is the true kendo? Could it be that only the mysteries can release the true meaning of kendo?"
He spoke very slowly, one word at a time, each word was precious and sounded like thunder in everyone's ears, making their eardrums buzz and their faces hurt from the sword energy that was spreading unintentionally.
"What is the way of the sword? Tell me, what is the way of the sword?"
He looked straight at Feng Qingyang, as if he wanted to get an answer from him, but in the end he laughed, and as he laughed he began to become crazy: "Is this what everyone says about the unity of man and sword? In my opinion, this state is the lowest state. The real sword is the world, the sky, and the heaven and earth are the sword."
His words were somewhat incomprehensible. Except for a small number of cultivators from all directions, almost none of them could understand what he said. It was like looking at a madman, and they thought that he was just acting crazy in his last act after being left with no way out.
The Fire Spirit King's eyes narrowed, his heart was surging. He naturally heard the meaning of it, and understood the feelings of the Peerless Sword Saint at the moment. Even he might feel the same way when faced with the same thing
He took a deep look at the peerless swordsman and nodded secretly. At this moment, he truly remembered the other party in his heart. Such a peerless hero, although defeated, still had honor. In this last era of the ancient times, there were his legends and he also had his place.
"This sword has no name. If it must be given a title, then it is Heaven!"
"sky!"
"Heaven?" Feng Qingyang frowned, and his expression became relieved in an instant. He was smiling, but after the smile spread, the ferocious face left an even more terrifying feeling to everyone. He understood it, and he also understood the meaning of what the Peerless Sword Saint said.
"I will make you admit defeat sincerely." The peerless sword master roared. With the two swords fused together, he looked like a divine sword from another world, as if he had already surpassed the realm of the spiritual world.
"What is heaven?" With a bang, his body split into two, and an identical him appeared, circling Feng Qingyang from front and back. If it was just an illusion or a Dharma body, perhaps people would not be amazed, or even shocked.
But now, two unparalleled sword masters appeared, who were no different from the original body, whether in aura or cultivation, or even soul, like twin brothers.
The spreading sword energy overwhelmed the heaven and earth. The void where he was had collapsed. The powerful energy created a whirlwind that impacted all directions. The sea below had been split into two. The endless sea water actually retreated silently, not daring to continue flowing forward.
"The sword is the sky!" He spoke again, and as soon as he said this, the two bodies separated into two identical peerless sword saints. There were a total of four peerless sword saints, occupying the four symbols of the universe, blocking the void, and completely covering Feng Qingyang and the Green Lotus of Creation. The void became incomparably bright, which was the light reflected by the sword in his hand.
Shining down the sky, at this moment, he is the pinnacle of heaven and earth, the strongest man in ancient times!
"This sword is the sky!" He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pu" sound. The sound was deafening and the monks from all directions could no longer hear what he was saying.
But the opponent's will, and after these words appeared, the four Sword Saints split again, and when eight appeared, their faces changed. No matter they were cultivators from ancient, medieval or modern times, they all stared in amazement at the unparalleled Sword Saint who had completely occupied the Eight Desolations.
Are they one person? Or eight people? They are indistinguishable from each other, one person and eight people at the same time. The surging aura caused the void to collapse, and even the ancient star Tianxuan was shaking violently.
That aura was exactly the same as its original incarnation, without the slightest difference. Oh my god, eight identical peerless sword masters. Just one of them was enough to give people a headache, and could easily strangle countless quasi-saints. This time, eight of them appeared at once. This astonishing lineup was enough to look down on the world and suppress the heroes.