At dusk, the dim sunlight shines down from the sky, onto the sea, creating a faint glow.
On a cliff overlooking the South China Sea, there is brilliant golden light, and the sword energy is everywhere. The powerful sword intent can be felt even from a long distance away.
Zheng...
With a sound of sword ringing, countless sword lights gathered in the sky into a dazzling giant sword. The giant sword stabbed down, and the sword's wave of intent stirred up countless dust and stones. The sea surface seemed to be stimulated at this moment, and huge waves rushed to the ground one after another.
"It's useless, Chonghe. My Musashi divine body has already reached perfection. Without the thirty-third sword, you cannot break my divine body. But if you use this sword, you will die. How can a mere mortal like you withstand the might of the Heavenly Dao
Why don't you let me go? I swear to return to Fusang and never set foot in the Central Plains again in my life."
The giant sword stabbed down, and a figure was unable to dodge and was stabbed to the ground by the giant sword.
But he was not injured at all, and he was still in high spirits. He even took the initiative to negotiate peace with Chonghe in the sky.
Hearing this, Chonghe fell silent for a while and did not continue to draw his sword. Instead, he stood in the air and looked at Musashi God on the ground.
At this time, all the clothes of Musashi God on the ground had turned to pieces, and his hair was disheveled.
But his tall body stood upright, with a violent smile on his face and fierce eyes, looking at Chonghe like a King Kong.
In contrast, Chonghe's robe was spotless, his white hair was tied behind his head, and he carried a guqin on his back.
He was dressed exactly the same as always, as if he had just come out of home.
Although Musashi looked much more embarrassed, Chonghe's expression was not very good.
The relationship between him and Musashi God is like that of a spear and a shield.
One attack and one defense.
If he didn't use the Thirty-Three Swords, he wouldn't be able to break his defense.
On the contrary, Musashi could only be beaten, as he could not touch Chonghe who had mastered the skills.
"Don't even think about returning to Fusang alive. Today, even if I die, I will kill you!"
As he said this, Chonghe put the sword in his hand back into his back.
His eyes were indifferent, and a unique sword intent began to emanate from his body.
The sword is a sharp blade.
Throughout the ages, no matter who it is, the sword intent they have learned is always extremely sharp, with the intention of cutting off all things in the world.
But now, the sword intent emitted by Chonghe was extremely gentle.
It is gentle yet reveals a sense of freedom.
“I have to say that you are indeed the most talented person in Fusang in the past thousand years. You have been able to cultivate the eternal and indestructible Vajra Art to such a level.
However, after this sword strike, you should return!"
Speaking softly, Chonghe stretched out his hand and waved towards the sky.
"Come!"
The word "come" was as light as a whisper, or as loud as thunder, and it spread out in an instant.
In an instant, countless people throughout Haizhou heard the word "coming", and then felt as if something was pulled out of their bodies.
In the distant sky, Yan Xiong suddenly stopped and looked at the entire Haizhou in surprise.
At this moment, a scene appeared that no one would ever forget.
Countless white gases suddenly rose up from the entire Haizhou.
These white colors changed in the air and instantly turned into pure white swords.
Countless long swords were circling in the air.
At this moment, Haizhou turned into a sea of swords.
"It's Dao Thirty-Three!"
"Master Chonghe has taken action!"
"This sword is really not like a human sword!"
When the old man, who had lived for a long time, saw this scene, it was as if he had returned to a hundred years ago.
At that time, a similar scene also appeared in the whole Haizhou. That sword was so powerful that it attracted the attention of countless masters.
And today, this sword reappeared.
Its enemy is exactly the same as it was a hundred years ago, it is still the same person, but the enemy is stronger, and of course, it is stronger too.
How could Chonghe's sword back then have been as powerful as it is today
Whoosh…
Countless sharp blades transformed from white gas broke through the air and disappeared into the sky in an instant, heading towards the shore of the South China Sea.
Watching these dense sword lights disappear, a trace of fear flashed in Yan Xiong's eyes, and he accelerated and flew over there without hesitation.
On the cliffs by the South China Sea.
The entire sky was now filled with densely packed long swords, and these long generals were rushing and clustering among them.
If someone with trypophobia saw this scene, he would probably be scared to death on the spot.
Chonghe's face turned pale, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Without wiping it, he raised his hand and pointed at Musashi God. Suddenly, the long swords in the air rang continuously, and one after another shot towards Musashi God.
"Damn Chong He, I will never lose to the same sword again. Do you really think I am helpless against this sword?"
Musashi looked at the countless long swords in the sky that completely blocked the sunlight and made the place dim, and let out an angry roar.
He raised his feet slightly, in a horse stance, "Indestructible! Protect my heart! Increase!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body began to slowly grow larger, and in a short while it grew to a size of three meters.
At this moment, his whole body was filled with golden light and his figure was extremely huge.
Ping pong…
The long sword fell on him, and a white light flashed on the sword, as if a human face was roaring in it.
This is a human sword.
This is the sword of Tao.
This is the sword created by the Chongheguan Daojing.
There is a saying in the martial arts world that if a hundred people read the Taoist scriptures, each one will see something different.
This represents that there are countless human ways, and everyone has his own way. Different ways mean different people, and different people also have different ways.
Chonghe is the only person in modern times who has read the Taoist scriptures, and what he sees are people.
It’s not a person, it’s himself.
What he saw was his own pursuit.
He didn't have any big ideals in his life. His biggest ideal was to play around freely in the world and wander around the world.
Unfortunately, who can be truly free
A hundred years ago, he met a fisherwoman on the shore of the South China Sea. The two fell in love and planned to live in seclusion in some secluded corner.
But just then, the Fuso people arrived.
Chonghe happened to be out for something at that time. When he came back, his pregnant wife had been killed. Excited, he began to hunt down Musashi, and finally defeated him on the edge of the South China Sea.
However, Musashi grew up in a fishing village and had amazing swimming skills, so he actually jumped into the sea to escape.
Because his wife was killed after Chonghe left, he felt guilty and thought he should not have gone out to do the job.
Over time, his Taoist heart was clouded and his martial arts skills no longer improved.
He could no longer use even the last sword of Dao Sanshisan, the martial arts he founded, at will.
If it were to be used, his dusty heart of Taoism would not be able to bear it.
As the saying goes, mortals use mortal swords, and immortals use immortal swords.
The thirty-third sword of the thirty-three swords is no longer a human sword. How can he not pay a price if he wants to drive it with his mortal body
The price might be the loss of all martial arts skills, or it might be instant death.
puff!
The thirty-third sword of the thirty-three is condensed by gathering the energy of man, sword and spirit.
He represents everyone in Haizhou and the spirit of freedom in everyone's life.
This sword is not made of gold or iron, so naturally, what he attacks will not be gold or iron either.
Every time the sword falls, there will be no scars on Musashi's body, but he can clearly feel that his life is disappearing.
Just like back then, it was just like that back then, he couldn’t stop it.
"How could this happen? My Vajra Indestructibility has already reached its peak, so why can't it be blocked?"
Musashi's expression became more and more ugly, and he roared angrily.