Swami wins.
This, Gongye Baiwu had guessed correctly.
The Great Tribulation deepened step by step, and it also deepened the Sword God’s strength a little. Although it was not as exaggerated as the water rising because of the robbery weapon, the refinement of his strength was also visible to the naked eye.
Sometimes victory or defeat could be just a little bit.
So, he won.
Opposite the Sword God, an anguished figure stood still, his domineering power still intact, but the man, however, had only a glimmer of life left.
In the final duel, the Blade God had lost slightly to the Sword God, and now he had only a faint glimmer of life left, like a candle in the wind, ready to pa*s away at any moment.
“What an interesting opponent.” Looking at this figure, who did not fall even though he was defeated, the Sword God said so.
“The blade is overbearing to the extreme, but he himself is getting more and more courageous, and after his defeat, there is an even more overbearing blade intent brewing. How interesting!”
The more overbearing he is, the easier it is to sink after defeat.
In terms of the domineering power of the sword, the Sword God had never seen anyone comparable to the Sword God in his entire life. A blade’s intent is like a person’s intent, and a domineering blade is naturally matched with a domineering person.
But strangely enough, such a domineering man did not feel disillusioned at all after being defeated, and instead, he still marched forward alone.
It’s like ——
“If you are domineering to others, you are also domineering to yourself. Your heart does not allow the slightest weakness or disillusionment to exist, it is truly extreme.” Sword God said to himself.
In a way, the Sword God is also a strange man who has cut down all factors that are not conducive to progress, leaving only a courageous and refined, domineering and unique heart of the sword.
He himself was a hardy man who never dwelt in defeat, or else he would have sunk when his sword was first cut off by his master.
And after he reached the pinnacle of the Dao of the Blade, the Blade God fought the Lord of the Supreme Dao several times, not winning once. But after each defeat, the Blade God’s sword was the sharper and sharper it became.
From this it was clear that a crushing defeat could not determine the Blade God’s future path.
For such a person, even the Sword God had to give great importance to him. He slowly stepped forward and crossed paths with the Blade God, “I look forward to meeting you again in the future.”
Leaving only these words behind, the Sword God staggered somewhat into the frenzy of sword qi, his figure being slowly concealed.
With this glimmer of life in the Sword God’s condition, it was still unknown if he would survive if no one was there to save him. But the Sword God just had an intuition that he felt the Blade God could come back to life and reappear before him at some point in the future to give himself an even bigger surprise.
“I have enjoyed this battle and gained a lot.”
The Sword God, who had walked out of the tide of sword qi, looked at the sun in the sky with a satisfied smile, “What more could one want in life than to have an opponent, it would be a pity if such an opponent died.”
“Sword God ——” Gongye Baiwu wiped away the blood around his eyes, his still bloodshot eyes saw the blurred figure and rushed to him.
“Is it you who has won?” He asked in surprise.
“It is I who have won,” the Sword God returned, “Let’s go, the Sword God Lake has been destroyed and this is no longer the place to stay.”
He did not tell Gongye Baiwu whether the Sword God had survived, nor did he disperse the tide of killing sword qi that had flooded the perimeter of the Sword God Lake.
Perhaps one day, the Sword God would come out of it and emerge in an even more powerful form. Or perhaps, that pinnacle of the Dao of the Blade will simply sink into the tide of sword qi, never to be seen again.
What the outcome will be remains to be seen.
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The shores of the East China Sea.
The Eastern Empire’s army, which has been stationed here since the snowstorm, has made new movements today. When the scouts of the Eastern Prefecture, who have been watching the area closely, saw the agitation of the army, they hastened to send someone to inform the Jiang family.
The snow has stopped for half a month, and the restlessness of the army of the East is probably a sign that they want to start another war and attack Eastern China.
But surprisingly, after a short period of agitation, the army moved slowly backwards, from the shores of the Eastern Sea towards the sea.
Once the army had withdrawn, the only figure that remained in the camp was a crimson figure.
Oda Nobunaga, the supreme commander of the eastern army, the inheritor of the Great Self-Defying Heavenly Demon Aura. He is sitting on his throne in the centre of the camp, his heavenly cloud sword resting on his knee, one hand gently brushing the white bones of the sword.
The fierce and fierce Qi belonging to the once-dragon-veined demonic beast Orochi condenses into a white mist on the Heavenly Clouds Sword, gathering and scattering at times, occasionally scattering over the sword and enveloping it completely, and occasionally coalescing into a fierce beast with eight heads and eight tails, its snake body wrapped around the sword.
The magical beast that once ravaged Kyoto in the East still seems to have a residual spirit, manipulating the fierce qi incessantly.
Oda Nobunaga just let his palm be enveloped by the white mist of fierce fury, a black aura flickering in his eyes, sometimes fierce, sometimes mournful.
He sat in meditation, as motionless as a statue.
But beyond the camp, a beast of immense size slowly takes shape, with eight heads and eight tails, its head resembling a dragon, its eyes as bright red as red sour sauce, its back covered with moss and trees, its belly festering and bleeding, its eight-coloured cloud over its top, its body as big as eight mountains and eight valleys, its fierce aura rushing to the sky.
The fierce aura corroded all life, and the huge barracks seemed to have pa*sed through a hundred years of frost in a short time, turning into rotten wood and collapsing silently.
What is even more shocking is that the earth beneath its feet is also losing vitality, and the earth’s energy is being absorbed by the beast, making its fierce power even greater.
When Jiang Hao Gang arrived nearby with a few of his gods in advance, he saw that the beast’s shadow was still at its peak, as if the Orochi Snake had come back to life.
At that moment, a harsh sword swept past, cutting all eight heads together and causing the beast’s shadow to cry out as if it were alive.
The shadow of the beast slowly twisted and turned into a mountainous figure as it wailed.
Its appearance was as ugly as a shura, but its body was as solid as a vajra, and its name was ——
“The man of Susa, Sujang Naruto,” whispered the beautiful figure in the moon, dressed in twelve monks, as a full moon hung over the sea, “has succeeded in his transmigration.”
“Well ha ha ha ——”
Oda Nobunaga rose to the heavens with his fierce sword in his hand, recklessly blossoming with an overwhelming aura of fierceness, “I, Susano, am back.”
The battle with the dragon vein demon beast Yaki Orochi hundreds of years ago, Sujamaru Naruto was badly injured and has been languishing for many years, struggling to continue his life.
It was only a few decades ago that he finally made up his mind to use the Tantric Daigo transmigration technique to transfer his own spirit into a woman’s body and regenerate it as a foetus.
Now, after absorbing the essence left in the Heavenly Cloud Sword, his reincarnation, Nobunaga Oda, has finally broken through the mystery of the foetus and regained his memories of Sujang Naruto.
Through this method of reincarnation, although Sujamaru still has his life expectancy, he is free from the remnants of his former body and has a new possibility.
