Looking back, everything is so clear.
His rise was not accidental, but inevitable. This is how fate works. Perhaps this is the arrangement of destiny.
After that, everyone fell silent again, looking at Feng Qingyang silently, with an indescribable glow in their eyes.
It seemed that Feng Qingyang at this time not only blocked the strongest secret of the unparalleled swordsman, but also gained a kind of recognition in front of billions of lives, as if he was reborn from a cocoon. From then on, it was as if he had started his second reincarnation, and he would no longer be despised and suppressed by everyone because of his identity as a zombie.
He will continue to grow stronger as fate dictates, until he breaks through the final calamity of the emperor and reaches the ultimate sublimation, thus becoming even more powerful, until he finally uses the third will to truly compete with the spiritual world, the heavenly way, and the manipulator behind the scenes.
"I lost." The peerless swordsman spoke bitterly. There was no shock on his face, as if everything was within his expectations. Although this was a kind of strategic planning, how could everyone understand the disappointment and bitterness in his heart.
He was gifted with countless halos, and he was able to be sealed here since ancient times. What virtue and ability did he have to have such ability? But now, he lost. He had thought about the possibility of facing failure countless times, but when he really faced it, it was hard to accept.
Compared to his countless halos, Feng Qingyang seems to be much more miserable. He has been investigating Feng Qingyang for half a year. He knows what kind of environment the other party grew up in, and he knows how difficult it is for him to survive until now.
That was why he couldn't wait to fight with Feng Qingyang. He wanted to decide the winner and prove his inner truth. Now, he lost, completely lost. In the eyes of everyone, the peerless swordsman suddenly seemed a little pitiful. He could be called peerless, which meant that he had never lost a battle. But after being defeated today, how could he live up to the word peerless
He was not invincible, but just a top-notch master who had devoted many years of hard work to the way of the sword. Although his failure was a bit regrettable, no one looked down on him and he was also respected.
The path to becoming strong, the path to hegemony, is to climb step by step on the corpses, blood and shoulders of countless people, to crush the halo of the genius step by step, and to impose all their luck and reputation on oneself.
And he bravely said these three words. How much ability and mentality does it take for him to say these three words in front of tens of thousands of cultivators and billions of creatures from the spiritual world gathered here
Just this courage has won the admiration of countless people. They have already recognized the Peerless Sword Saint, or Feng Qingyang, in their hearts. Perhaps in the next few years, countless geniuses will come to kill Feng Qingyang, but so what
There is no right or wrong, only stance. This road is destined to become lonelier and more dangerous as you go up. Only their blood and bones can forge the final peak power, and he is the real myth.
"Back then, I had the same mentality as you, but I didn't give up." After a short silence, Feng Qingyang suddenly spoke. His tone seemed a little ethereal. He coughed again while speaking, and purple-gold blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.
"I even feel despair. I can guarantee that the failure I endured was ten thousand times more painful than yours." When he said this, a picture that he had deeply suppressed suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
At that time, he had just met Xiao Zhu, but when the void appeared, the handsome young man trampled him under his feet in front of him and even took Xiao Zhu away in a domineering manner.
What kind of helplessness was that? What kind of pain was that? His heart was bleeding. Whenever he thought of it, he would tremble in pain and even want to cry loudly.
Who said he had never felt that kind of pain? One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of sorrow, that kind of being trampled on by others, and being helpless, how sad it is.
He moved forward step by step, and with every step he took, there was a burst of astonishing momentum, even though his steps were slow and he seemed like he was about to fall at any moment.
But his aura was enduring, even to the point of being frightening. Blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth. His purple-gold color exuded a sweet scent that made people unable to stop after taking a sniff.
"Nothing is predetermined, there are countless variables. Even if you lose today, what's the harm? If you lose, you must keep learning until you defeat the person who made you fail. If you destroy your Taoism just like this, then what's the meaning of living?"
He transmitted this sentence through his spiritual consciousness, and only the Peerless Sword Saint could hear it. He was shocked and looked at Feng Qingyang blankly with a complicated look in his eyes.
He lowered his head bitterly, as if he didn't dare to look him in the eye. Feng Qingyang's eyes were shining with brilliance as he stared at the peerless swordsman. It would be a pity if the other party compromised like this.
Moreover, the secrets of his swordsmanship allowed him to smell a hint of the aura of the supreme divine realm. The reason why only he could feel it was because the young man who came to kidnap Zhu Xuezhu years ago had this unique aura that left a deep impression on him and was almost unforgettable.
"You've obviously almost reached your limit, how can you be willing to give up?" Feng Qingyang spoke, his tone filled with lingering regret.
"Do you really understand the true meaning of invincibility? In your heart, what do invincibility and mystery represent? What is fate?"
This time, he did not use his spiritual consciousness to transmit his voice, but spoke directly in front of tens of thousands of cultivators from all directions. Perhaps, he was not only asking the Peerless Sword Saint, he was asking all the cultivators in the world, or in other words, he was also asking himself.
"Destiny is something that is predetermined. Our power cannot change it at all. That is everyone's fate, isn't it?"
The peerless swordsman suddenly raised his head, his tone seemed depressed and revealed despair, but underneath this despair, there seemed to be some kind of strong anger.
"Does it mean that, in your heart, compromise is fate?" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, directly denying it with a sneer.
He attacked without mercy, without showing any mercy to the other party, even to the extent of criticizing him.
"What do you know? Do you know what fate is?" The peerless swordsman raised his head angrily, with fire flashing in his eyes, which was the result of a restless heart beating. Feng Qingyang's words, every word of which was like a pearl of wisdom, sprinkled salt deep into his wounds.
"Destiny?" Feng Qingyang lowered his head, took a step forward, raised his head and looked up at the sky. "This is destiny!"
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the sky: "I want this heaven to no longer be so ruthless. I want this heaven to no longer be a trouble that binds monks. I want this heaven and earth to truly become our world!"
Boom! As soon as these words came out, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and a strong wind suddenly blew up!