When people were in extreme pain, they might hallucinate.
Li Jing was currently experiencing the same situation. Illusions kept appearing in his mind, and all sorts of unreal scenes appeared-a butterfly trapped in layers of thick cocoons, a bird whose wings were beaten by the wind and rain, a roc trapped in dark clouds and thunderstorms, wanting to break free from its shackles and soar into the vast world.
All of them, only after countless collisions and struggles, with each step leaving a bloody footprint, could a path be created!
Screaming and cracking…
The sun was rising higher and higher. People could be heard walking around, but with the grass and flowers guarding, they were not afraid of being disturbed.
Time passed by, and victory and defeat were close at hand.
Li Jing, whose state of mind was unpredictable, gradually adapted to the heart-wrenching pain. As the breeze blew, the dried leaves in the courtyard below rustled, drifting and spinning. When a leaf flew up and approached him, it suddenly shattered and disappeared with the wind, as if it had turned into quicksand.
The sword qi around his body became stronger and stronger. At the same time, his white clothes became even more stained with blood, turning into flowers of wintersweet.
Boom! Boom!
The rumbling sound in his body became longer and longer, and suddenly, a loud sound rang out in his mind.
His body seemed to have broken through some kind of shackle. The vast sword qi traveled freely in his body, and he actually could not feel pain.
The aura around his body suddenly soared. Sharp sword qi cut through the surrounding air, and cracks appeared on the solid wooden floor.
At this moment, a ray of light flashed across his pitch-black eyes. It was soul-stirring, like the night sky filled with stars, shining resplendently.
"Second stage, success!" Li Jing let out a long breath and slowly stood up.
Crisp crackling sounds immediately came from his body, like firecrackers, cocoons breaking, shells…No matter what, an indescribable joy arose in his heart.
Not to mention whether he was a swordsman or not, for a warrior, the greatest happiness was to become stronger. Every time he became stronger, it felt like heaven.
" It's time for me to create my own complete sword techniques by fusing Sword Qi into every inch of my body. The Seven Strikes Divine Sword Technique, the Horizontal Sword Technique, and the powerful sword techniques of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy are all targets I have to surpass!”
"To kill without leaving a trace in an instant is to pursue speed and strength, as well as that invincible aura! Perfecting one's swordsmanship wasn't that simple. How could one establish a flawless connection among the fragmented sword moves? The path of the sword was truly fraught with difficulties.”
Li Jing's black eyes were filled with contemplation. The sword qi that surrounded his body slowly retracted and finally returned to normal. However, the demonic wintersweet on his white clothes reminded him that something unusual had happened.
He was not in a hurry to create his own complete sword technique because this was not something that could be done overnight. It required years of accumulation. It was impossible to rely solely on comprehension.
"Phew, we finally made it through. Xiao Cao, Xiao Hua, go get someone to get some hot water. This Young Master wants to bathe and change.”
His body was sticky and uncomfortable, so he had to wash up.
In a while, he still had to meet someone worthy of attention.
The autumn wind was blowing, and the golden sun was shining. His straight hair was blowing. The young man in embroidered clothes carried a bronze sword wrapped in cloth on his back, and a unique iron sword was hanging at his waist.
Amidst the rustling of his clothes, he stood quietly outside the pavilion, looking straight ahead until a few figures appeared.
"The ancients were very punctual. They came neither early nor late.”Li Jing looked at the few people walking over and sighed to himself.
When they arrived, they sized each other up.
Then, they cupped their fists at the same time and greeted him with an extraordinary aura.
"Little Brother Li Jing!"
Brother Han Fei!"
"It's our first time meeting. You're indeed a young and talented person who doesn't flow in the secular world.”
"You flatter me. I've heard of you from Second Senior Brother. You're the son of King Han, one of the most outstanding elites in the world.”
Zhang Liang and Han Fei appeared in front of Li Jing. The others were nothing to him. Han Fei was in his prime and was about twenty years old. He was indeed a master of Legalism, and no one looked down on him because he was young.
Just as he was about to say something again, he heard the sound of air breaking, and a plain-looking, muscular man behind Han Fei suddenly attacked him. The rocks and soil on the ground shattered and flew in all directions. The man swung the huge bronze greatsword behind him with a loud bang. His aura was terrifying, and a strong airflow swept up.
Just like that, that person leaped up into the air and slashed out with a sword that caused an extremely exaggerated commotion.
It was obvious that Han Fei's men suddenly attacked, which surprised Li Jing. But the biggest surprise was that this man was so powerful that he hadn't noticed him just now.
This powerful attack was far from what a second-rate swordsman could do. He should be considered an expert with a sword.
This morning, he might have been flustered when facing this attack, but it was different now. He faced it calmly and enjoyed exchanging blows with an expert.
He didn't draw his sword. He just raised his hand, and the sword qi condensed into sword intent!
Retreat and rise.
Bang!
With a loud sound, the arm and the sword came into contact. Instantly, the force exploded, setting off a violent wind that surged in all directions.
The terrifying force acted on Li Jing's arm. Even though he had the sword energy to block it, he still felt his arm go numb. The rocks under his feet also shattered, and he sank at least an inch into the ground.
If he was stronger than he thought, then this person should not be just Han Fei's subordinate.
"Stop!"
Just as Li Jing was about to attack, someone stood between them. It was Han Fei, who looked awful.
Han Fei said to the man seriously," Third Uncle, I said I was only here to see the sword that killed Senior Wei. I won't do anything stupid. You broke your promise."”
"I didn't go back on my word. Now, we're here to see how strong this sword is. It's sharper than I thought and didn't disgrace Elder Wei.”The man put away his sword and answered honestly.
"I say, isn't it a shame to retract your sword just like that?”
According to the path of swordsmanship and the characteristics of the character, Li Jing finally remembered the identity of this person. He was another famous swordsman in Han Du besides Wei Jiyun, the Seven-Strikes Divine Sword. First of all, he was definitely not as strong as Wei Jiyun, but he also had a skill that was worthy of praise. He was called the heavy sword-Han Ji.
He was a swordsman in his forties and was a distant relative of the Han royal family. He was the second most powerful figure in Han, second only to General Ji Wuye.
Qin Shi didn't appear after that. He was probably killed by Ji Wuye or died on the battlefield.
"You want to continue with me? Good! You received my heavy sword with your bare hands. I also want to see how sharp your sword is. Don't disappoint me.”Han Ji raised his hand and pointed his bronze heavy sword at the youth opposite him. He was very solemn.
It was not that there were no people who could take his heavy sword with their bare hands, but there was definitely no one else who could do it at such a young age.
How could he not be serious and go all out?
"I won't disappoint you. I want to see what level my sword arts have reached after experiencing Senior Wei Jiyun's teachings.”
Li Jing smiled calmly. He drew his sword to fight back. It was still an iron sword, but he didn't use the Zhanlu on his back.
At this time, he ignored Han Fei and Zhang Liang. A swordsman only cared about his sword and his opponent. Nothing else mattered.
"Please."
"Please!"
In an instant, they all drew their swords, and the sword light was dazzling.
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