In order to become stronger faster, it was worth it to fall into a dangerous situation again!
Li Jing's pupils constricted, and his fighting spirit soared.
He wanted to become stronger, to become stronger faster. Even though he didn't have a specific reason, he still pursued it tirelessly. It was as if becoming stronger was the motivation for his life.
After a few leaps, they finally saw the person in question.
A tall figure sat cross-legged on the boulder. The shadows were heavy, and it felt as if he had almost fused with the boulder, making him appear extremely heavy.
There was also a bronze broadsword that was not very impressive. It was stabbed into an even larger rock in front of the tall figure.
He looked like he was in his fifties. He had thick eyebrows and a high nose. His eyes were sunken, his face was long, and his long white hair was loose. His entire body was filled with a terrifying aura, and even the air seemed to be slightly distorted.
He was a famous swordsman in Han Country. When he was young, he was taught by a military strategist. More than ten years ago, he gave up the position of the Han Country's Great General and began to live in seclusion. He studied sword techniques painstakingly.
He was known as the 'Seven Strikes Divine Sword', Wei Jiyun!
The so-called Seven Strikes Divine Sword was also the literal meaning. There were seven strikes in the sword technique, and each strike was wonderful beyond words. It was easy to take a person's life.
He had already become famous twenty to thirty years ago. He was famous in Han Country for his Seven Life-Seizing Strikes and had obtained the title of Seven Strikes Divine Sword.
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Defeating him, even if he knew that he was overestimating himself, there was no way he could retreat…Li Jing's eyes became narrow again. He had already entered into a frenzied battle mode before the battle even began.
The sharpness of the iron sword could no longer be concealed by the flashy scabbard, and it was involuntarily pulled out halfway.
Desire to be stained with the blood of the strong…
The sword was cold, only the heat from the tempering and the warmth from the moment it was stained with blood.
He was sure that he had become even stronger. Not only had his internal strength increased by a level, but the sword qi in his body had also transformed. It could gather into a ferocious beast or split into thousands of small snakes, stimulating his physical strength to reach its peak.
Strengthening! Condensation! Rising!
"Junior Li Jing! I would like to experience the swordsmanship of senior,'Seven Strikes Divine Sword', Wei Jiyun. Please enlighten me!”Li Jing's voice was sonorous, and his aura was condensed to the peak.
The scabbard cracked and shattered. With a flash of sword light, the iron sword that represented blood and death was pulled out.
The brilliant sword light was like the dawn.
"Death without a trace, instant kill without a trace. Senior, please comment!”At the beginning, he had used all his strength. He had transformed himself into lightning and wind, and the sword in his hand already had the power of wind and thunder.
Decisive death, instant killing, and traceless. This was a decisive sword technique that could only be perfectly executed when infused with extremely strong fighting spirit, and it was the ultimate belief of the winner.
Once it was released, it would destroy the enemy in front of it without any hesitation!
"What a young junior. To have such sword arts cultivation at such a young age, why can't I give you a few comments?”The old voice seemed to come from all directions. Wei Jiyun moved. He stood up and stretched out his hand. The bronze broadsword in the air left the rock and entered his hand.
In the next moment, the long arm of the ape swung its sword.
The mountains, rocks, and trees seemed to have changed with this sword. The mist that was lost in the shadows cut open a new path in despair. Such a soul-stirring sword was like a sword from hell pointing straight at the human world, bringing fear and death.
Li Jing's heart tightened as if someone was holding his throat. His life and death were controlled by someone else. He still couldn't breathe, so he couldn't feel the light around him. All he could feel was suffocation and endless darkness.
It was as if he had fallen into the purgatory of hell and could not return. That pain would never see the end of the road and he would never be able to obtain salvation.
What a despairing strike!
What exactly had the person who executed this sword experienced? That was why he was in such despair and pain!
Just from the feeling alone, it was as if he saw a sword splitting apart despair and gaining new life.
Could it be that it was really as Violet Maiden said, that there was once a moment when he lost and spent more than ten years in seclusion, imprisoning himself just to break out of the cage?
Li Jing didn't have the time to let his imagination run wild. He had already drawn his sword, and his opponent had also drawn his sword. There was no doubt that he was in a weak position, but so what if he was weak? As long as there was a fighting spirit that could crush everything, they might not necessarily lose by relying on their own advantages.
The two gusts of wind collided with each other, and the sword qi stirred up the rocks everywhere. The omnipresent manic aura flame.
Huuuu! Huuuu! Huuu-
Li Jing used his sword to support his body and panted heavily. His internal energy was not on the same level at all, let alone his swordsmanship. A casual sword attack from the other party could withstand his full-powered ultimate move.
"What terrifying sword-arts. Senior's sword-arts cultivation base is probably the strongest I've ever seen, aside from my master.”
"Who is your master?" Wei Jiyun didn't continue to attack, but asked in confusion.
"Beat me and I'll tell you who my master is.”
Li Jing calmed down his chaotic breathing and gripped his sword tightly. He knew that he was no match for them, but he suggested to continue fighting as if he was seeking death.
"Then I'll grant you a defeat. Take my second attack.”
Wei Jiyun raised his bronze broadsword and slashed at him without any technique.
Li Jing faced the casual second strike, but it was like a pressure that could topple mountains and overturn seas. He was like a small boat in a storm that could capsize at any time.
In the end, he couldn't take it. Even though he used 120% of his strength, he still relied on dodging to escape.
" He's really powerful. Alright, I'll tell you who my master is…"
"There's no need to say anymore. Other than that person, who else could have taught such an outstanding disciple like you? Moreover, your luck and certain characteristics of using the sword have already told me everything.”
"From your tone, you seem to have a grudge with my master.”
"The grudge is too great. This old man's current situation is all thanks to him. Day and night, I have been thinking of going to the Ghost Valley one day and killing him. Unfortunately, I haven't even broken through this cage, so what right do I have to challenge him? Hahaha, he didn't expect that his disciple would come to challenge him first. The world was unpredictable.”
Wei Jiyun was laughing, his messy hair dancing wildly, his vicissitudes of life sorrowful.
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