On the night of the full moon, at the summit of the Forbidden City, the battle of the Sword Gods.
The ending was rewritten.
White Cloud City Lord Ye Gucheng was still alive.
It was because of one person. He was called Zhou Xian!
"Why?" Ximen Chuixue was confused. He didn't understand why Ye Gucheng changed his direction at the end.
He was not afraid of death.
He had learned swordsmanship at the age of seven and loved it as much as his life. At the age of twenty-three, he had mastered the sword technique.
He regarded killing as an art. After killing someone, he liked to blow off the blood on his sword, just like how a person who returned at night shook off the snowflakes on his body.
Death was like the wind, always accompanying him.
"Because he doesn't want you to die!"
Ye Gucheng pointed at Zhou Xian.
"There are too few Great Ming Sword Gods. There's not a single Sword Dao Grandmaster.
You and Ye Gucheng both have a chance. You are still young.
"Great grandmaster Yi Cheng, to you all…"
In a few years, or even decades, he would become a martial grandmaster and suppress the world!
However, it was difficult to become a celestial. If the Great Ming Dynasty produced a celestial of the sword path, what would the Eight Great Empires fear?
Therefore, you shouldn't die. Otherwise, it will be Da Ming's loss!”
"I'm not interested in the rise and fall of empires!”
"No, you have feelings. You have a wife and children in your heart. Therefore, you lost half a move in this battle.
If Great Ming is in danger, you will help because they are all people of Great Ming.”
Ximen Chuixue fell silent. He had indeed lost because he still had something to worry about.
He stood upright, his white robe as white as snow. He looked like a statue that had been standing there since ancient times.
After so many years of ups and downs, the shadow of loneliness finally flashed across his lonely eyes.
If one was obsessed with the way of the sword, they were destined to have no friends, no family, no lover. They could only associate with the sword.
At first, Ximen Chuixue practiced his swordsmanship without eating or sleeping. Although he was alone, he did not feel the loneliness that penetrated deep into his bones.
His only goal was to achieve success in his swordsmanship. His passionate feelings for the sword could cover up all other emotions in human nature.
Loneliness was the most insignificant of them all.
From the moment he decided to devote himself to swordsmanship, the seed of loneliness had been buried deep in his heart.
When he had just entered the path of the sword and had some small accomplishments, the shadow of loneliness had become even stronger.
After all, he was still a human, a person with blood, tears, and emotions.
When Ximen Chuixue met his opponent, his eyes were filled with passion. It was a strong desire to pursue the sword path.
At this moment, he only had his opponent in his eyes and his sword in his heart.
Loneliness was a distant thing that would not affect him in any way.
However, most of the time, he could only wait, waiting for that sacred moment to arrive.
This only wait became the source of his bone-deep loneliness.
He could only wait. There was nothing else in his life.
When he first saw Sun Xiuqing, his loneliness started to change.
He treated a woman's injuries and then fell in love with her.
Later on, they had a child.
He was no longer alone. There was someone waiting with him, someone accompanying him, someone listening to him, someone understanding him.
He was no longer alone. Formally and emotionally, he had someone to rely on.
Many people said that he had already started to become human. He had already begun to have feelings.
However, the sword was heartless, so how could it be sentimental? He seemed to be getting further and further away from the sword path.
The sword is a sacred item in ancient times. It is extremely noble and respected by people and gods. It is the king of all weapons and the ancestor of short weapons.
"If one is sincere in the sword, is that the peak of the sword path? The sword was heartless, and so were people. Would they have a chance to reach the peak?”
Zhou Xian asked when he saw him remain silent.
"Yes, sir!" He replied without hesitation,
In this battle, because he had feelings and concerns, he lost, even if it was only half a move...
Of course, his Sword Dao had once again sublimated.
"What do you think?" Zhou Xian did not say anything. He looked at Ye Gucheng and said,
"Yes, sir!" Ye Gucheng's answer was the same,
"I don't think so!"
Zhou Xian's words were earth-shattering. The surrounding people were all dumbfounded.
You're denying the two sword grandmasters?
Who do you think you are?
When others were learning the sword, you were probably learning the Three Character Classic.
He is a man who speaks with a mouth full of Hu. The Book of Songs says: "The Son of Heaven."
He was a grandmaster of the sword. No one in the world could surpass him.
Yu Huatian looked at him with a little disdain, thinking that he did not understand the sword at all.
Needless to say, the others.
If not for Zhuge Littleflower,
Someone must have scolded him.
"There are 30 million sword cultivators in the world.
If the heavens did not give birth to me, Zhou Xian, the sword path would last forever like a long night!
Sword!"
Only to see Zhou Xian give a loud roar. A long sword flies into his hand through the air. That sword is not gorgeous. It is actually just a wooden sword.
He caressed the sword in his hand as if he could feel its breath.
"Arrogant!"
"Shameless!"
"What nonsense!"
"Clown!"
The surrounding onlookers, especially those who learned the sword, shouted loudly. This was simply an insult.
Zhou Xian didn't care and continued to talk to himself.
"Today, I'll tell all the sword cultivators in the world what the way of the sword is.
The sword was made of ordinary iron, but it could be spiritually controlled by holding it, moved by the heart, lived by blood, and died because of non-thoughts!
[Four Realms of Swordsmanship: Swordsmanship, Sword Intent, Sword Heart, Sword Dao]
[Technique Realm: Sword Proficiency, Sword Technique Subtle, Gathering Sword into Force]
Realm of Intent: Initial success of sword intent, appearance of phenomena, no trace of Heart Sword;
Heart Realm: Sword Heart Condensation, Sword Heart Undying, Sword Heart Contained Dao;
In the realm of Tao, there was no sword without self, no sword without path, no self without path.
The first realm of sword practice was to see mountains as mountains and water as water.
The second realm of sword practice was to look at mountains and water that were not mountains and water.
The third realm of sword practice was to see mountains and water.
The fourth realm was all things are mountains and rivers.
To put it simply,
The first level was to become one with the sword and connect with the heart sword.
On the second level, there was no sword in one's hand, but there was a sword in one's heart.
On the third level, all plants and rocks could be used as swords.
The fourth level, the Sword Dao is me, I am the Sword Dao, and the Dao is the sword.
Supreme of Sword Dao, my Dao is Sword Dao.
If I have feelings, then the sword has feelings;
If I am heartless, then the sword is heartless.
The heart moves at will, the sword is based on the human!"
After Zhou Xian finished speaking, the surroundings became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
"Today, I'll use a wooden sword to cut through iron. I'll show you what the peak of the sword path is.
Sword!"
Zhou Xian once again shouts loudly. An exquisitely crafted iron sword flies into his hand.
"Slash!"
He held the wooden sword and slashed at the iron sword.
"Clang!"
The iron sword was neatly broken into two, but the wooden sword was completely unharmed.
It was still silent.
Then, discussions erupted.
"How is that possible?"
Someone shouted,
"Am I seeing things? Slap me!"
"A wooden sword slashing an iron sword without a scratch?”
" Is this the peak of Sword Dao?"
……
A moment later,
"I've learned my lesson!" Ye Gucheng bowed deeply towards Zhou Xian. Even someone as proud and aloof as him had to admit that his Sword Dao had yet to reach its peak.
"Today, I know that the sword path is at its peak. In the future, if you have any requests, I will grant them!”
Ximen Chuixue's eyes flashed with a sword gleam as he bowed.
"His Dao of the Sword can be regarded as an ancestor!" Yu Huatian sighed.
"Is this still the sword path of the human world?" Duan Tianya stroked the sword in his hand.
"Ye Gucheng, do you want to fight?" Zhou Xian looked at him.
"No, you are the strongest in the Dao of the Sword. I still need to settle down!”
"So, you admit that your swordsmanship is inferior to mine?”
"Yes, sir!"
His answer was very straightforward, and then he added,"But for now, I will definitely surpass you!”
His eyes flickered with a raging fire. That was something called a dream!
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