Garberd held the sword in his hand, his white hair was erratic, and his robe bulged in the wind.
Alaya wiped her eyes vigorously, as if she saw countless human beings holding swords standing behind Garberd. Many of them she had seen in the portraits in the annals, but the real people were far more oppressive than the pictures.
Garberd raised the sword in his hand high, and those people did the same.
Eight hundred years ago, the great swordsman Hamil had three apprentices, and the three apprentices have been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years, forming the dragon and tiger style, the crane style and the Xiewei style respectively. Fifty years ago, Garberd was successively defeated by the masters of three sects, but absorbed the essence of their sects.
Seven hundred years ago, the great swordsman Wang Yueqing founded Cang Yueliu, and six hundred years ago, another great swordsman who used to use two swords appeared in Cang Yueliu. Forty-five years ago, Garberd was broken in three ribs by the head of Ertian Cangyueliu, and was thrown out of the gymnasium with his collar, blood and sand mixed together in a filthy mess, and he was in a mess.
Five hundred years ago, the one-sword style prevailed in the world, and fast attack became the standard equipment of kendo. Later, although the Yidao style declined, it was still popular in the southern region. Thirty-eight years ago, Garberd sold all his belongings and went to Nanchu on foot. He met Hamqi, the inheritor of the sword style, and was instantly killed by a sword. This was the heaviest injury he had ever suffered. His skull was cracked and his eyes were full of stars. He was only a thin line away from death.
In addition, there are Guhua Tianxin Flow, Fulong Zhenhai Flow, Shinto Wunian Flow, Yuanming New Flow, Honma Nianliu...
Every kendo handed down from generation to generation must have its unique features. They were all created by unborn geniuses throughout their lives, and then perfected by countless swordsmen in later generations. Every move and move is full of heavy past.
It took Garberd a long time to lose all the battles, but he also remembered all the sword intents.
The kendo that has been famous in the world for eight hundred years is gathered in one person.
Are humans weak
maybe. Their bodies are so fragile that they will break and collapse at the touch of such strong winds and waves.
But since its birth, human beings have never given up climbing to higher places. They are greedy, curious, and never satisfied. In terms of kendo, the prosperity of one kind of kendo will trigger many beginners to imitate it, but one day it will be defeated by another kind of kendo. So some people will learn the new kendo, and some people will study the old kendo, and finally create a situation where a hundred schools of thought contend.
When they were studying kendo, they never thought about the limit!
The Jinyao giant kicked it out like a ball, shoveling its toes into the ground, kicking up muddy water. The sword in Garberd's hand changed several times, and finally chose to fight head-on. The sword energy overflowed, and after a few seconds of support, Garberd's body was pushed back by the huge force and slid backwards, carving two ravines on the ground like a wooden plow.
However, he was not kicked out as Jin Yao giant imagined.
The blood was washed by the rain until it became dull in color. Garberd half closed his eyes, and his ears were filled with the sound of wind and thunder.
The Jinyao giant frowned and looked towards the sky. It felt that the thunder and lightning in front of it were very familiar, and then suddenly remembered after a brief absence. At that time, when it was promoted in the realm, it also saw a similar vision. Now its power is very peaceful, and the thunder is obviously not caused by it.
The Jin Yao giant was shocked in his heart, and his gaze became turbulent for the first time. It looked down and saw Garberd looking up at him with the usual smile on his face.
The old man seemed completely unaware of the vision of heaven and earth, he just held his sword and said with emotion:
"The way of the sword, it's really interesting."
The smile on his face is the same as when he was young. You can even see the shadow of your youth.
The Jin Yao giant clenched his fist, wanting to punch down and end the duel as soon as possible.
But it was too late.
The moment the Jin Yao giant clenched its fists, purple thunder poured down from the sky, bombarding Garberd. There was thunder and lightning buzzing through him, and a bright light shone from his sword.
The leader of the hidden guard, whose clothes were soaked by the rain, raised his head suddenly while covering his mouth and coughing up blood. His dead eyes widened unconsciously. He found that Garberd's realm was slowly becoming blurred. In the past, he could clearly see Garberd's realm. Even though Garberd was much stronger than him, he belonged to the tenth realm, so it was not difficult to know this information.
But now suddenly it can't.
Aliya was even more short of breath. She has only seen such a majestic sword energy once in her life, and that was when Qingyun swung his sword to ask the sky. Without thinking about it, she knew that the current Garberd must have reached a field she had never seen before. Alaiya also clenched the sword in her hand, staring at Garberd tightly, trying to remember every move he made in her mind.
There was silence between heaven and earth, only the sound of the rainstorm washing away.
Lord Lingwu is the only existence that doesn't get a drop of rain on her body, and the rain has evaporated before it gets close to her.
She looked at Garberd, and said in a voice that no one could hear:
"Raise your head, Garberd. Behind you is eight hundred years of history of the rise and fall of swordsmanship. At this moment, you are truly number one in the world."
Garberd breathed out a turbid breath, as if he had a lot of insights in an instant, but he just sighed:
"From today onwards, there should be a sword god above the sword hero."
As soon as the sword came out, the thunder light exploded, and the heaven and earth resonated.
The Jin Yao giant seemed to have noticed something, his eyes were cold, and he no longer held back the slightest bit. Its fists became red hot, and there seemed to be a world-shattering power expanding in the original dark golden body, and finally the entire arm was dancing with clusters of flames like magma.
Knowing that such desperate urging will accelerate the growth of black crystals in the heart, it has no choice.
Because it must win this duel, the giant race has a future to speak of.
The Jin Yao giant let out an angry roar, and punched Garberd with a punch. The surging heat wave directly evaporated the heavy rain, and the shock wave smashed the ground into pieces.
After the dust settled, it looked around, but there was no sign of Garberd anywhere.
The Jin Yao giant settled down a bit, and was about to let out a breath, when he suddenly found that the right arm he swung out could no longer be retracted.
Without any consciousness, completely out of control.
The next moment, it suddenly saw Garberd's figure near its shoulder. And its red-hot arm, starting from the clenched fingers, cracked and disintegrated inch by inch. It was cut into a pile of pieces by an unknown number of sword moves at that moment, and the hot blood was like a river. The great river fell straight down for nine days, crashed into pieces and flowed endlessly on the ground.
No one could see how many swords Garbold had unleashed, and all he could see were broken purple lights.