After walking up another 300 stone steps, he encountered an old swordsman from the Buried Sword Peak again.
These old men of the former Sword God Lake are really no more, their sword hearts are rotten and full of twilight, they are just old men with half a foot in a coffin.
After defeating this man lightly, Yuan Jian Yi went up the 500 stone steps again and finally met a more weighty figure.
Bai Xingkong, the former deputy head of the Sword God Lake Sword Discourse Hall, was the peak master of the Buried Sword Peak.
It was Bai Xingkong who had helped Yuan Jian Yi, hoping that he would become the next Sword God.
“Qiu girl’s Thousand Sky Snow Ling,” Bai Xingkong glanced at the snow-white longsword in Yuan Jian Yi’s hand, “it seems that even she has given up on it.”
The Sword Dao Palace’s sword dao was not about gaining the sword and forgetting it, but about the human and the sword cultivating together, the sword and me uniting, and letting go of the sword, which meant letting go of one’s own sword dao.
Qiu Yailing had handed over the Thousand Sky Snow Ling to Yuan Jian Yi, and had also given up her obsession with recreating the Sword God Lake. It was no wonder that Bai Xingkong would say that she had given up.
“Even such a proud person has given up the idea of reviving the Sword God Lake, it seems that the Sword God Lake has truly come to its end.” Bai Xingkong couldn’t stop the bitterness in his heart and shook his head repeatedly.
“Let bygones be bygones, the world must still look forward.”
Seeing this old man look so sad, Yuan Jianyi, who had never been good with words, said comfortingly in a rare moment.
“I have spent most of my life at the Sword God Lake, more than 300 years of my life. Old man this life, is and sword god lake with rest, can not pa*s.”
At this point, Bai Xingkong’s straight back seemed to have lost its backbone, and hunched down at once.
“Go ahead,” Bai Xingkong moved out of the way, “I wanted to measure how many tricks your junior had learned in the Piaomiao Sword Palace, but when it came time to fight, I found that I could no longer lift my sword.”
In fact, with his strength, he could not lift the sword is a false statement, no matter how old he is, he is still a Tong Shen realm powerhouse, not so old that he could not lift the sword. However, although his body was still strong, his heart was already dead.
When a person loses the motivation to live, then he is not far from death.
This is especially true for those who live forever.
The restoration of the Sword God Lake has become a lifelong pillar for Bai Xingkong, and without it, a person will collapse.
When Yuan Jian Yi saw this, he opened his mouth to say something, but when he thought about it, what should he say?
Nothing could be said.
The sorrow between people is incomprehensible, especially for those who have had different experiences. Yuan Jianyi, who had never experienced the Sword God Lake era, could not understand the sadness in Bai Xingkong’s heart.
Consolation and exhortation were useless and could not save the old man’s heart.
Therefore, he simply bowed solemnly and walked past Bai Xingkong.
As he approached the summit, Yuan Jian came across another person, but this person was not a familiar person from the Buried Sword Peak.
“I had thought that you and Vice Hall Master Bai would have a great battle, but I had not expected that he would not even have the heart to fight with swords now.”
The majestic figure with arms as thick as Yuan Jian Yi’s thighs, Gongye Bai Forge, leaning on a huge Xuan Iron sword, said so.
“You are also from Sword God Lake?” Yuan Jian Yi asked.
Calling Bai Xingkong as Deputy Hall Master Bai, the other party was undoubtedly a member of the Sword God Lake in the past.
“Not anymore, after all, the Sword God Lake is no more.”
Gongye Baijiao easily lifted the heavy sword in his hand and swung it with a heavy hand, the blazing wind on the peak was swept away by his sword, “A certain Gongye Baijiao, come and see how much you have learnt from the Piaomiao Sword Palace.”
When Yuan Jian Yi saw this, he didn’t say much, he raised the Thousand Heavenly Snow Ling flatly, and his invisible, yet heavy and heavy aura rose up, “Please teach me.”
This was a new sword intent different from the sword technique that Yuan Jian Yi had previously revealed, and was the result of his own training in the Sword Sealing Tower.
“Good!”
The heavy Xuan Iron Sword in Gongye Baiwu’s hand swung down, and the buried sword peak suddenly sank, as if the mountain peak could not bear the weight of this sword.
This sword was incomparably heavy with great ingenuity.
Even if Yuan Jian Yi wanted to jump out of this narrow mountain path and fly in the air, he would not be able to do so.
And he, too, did not choose to retreat.
Faced with such a thick and heavy sword, Yuan Jian Yi also met it with his sword, and the Thousand Sky Snow Ling touched the heavy Xuan Iron Sword directly, clashing head-on.
The two swords, one large and one small, one thick and one thin, with a huge difference in size, came into contact, and the two sides’ swords also came into contact.
“Boom…”
If not for the inexplicable sword intent, the buried sword peak would have collapsed by at least half.
At the same time, the heavy and majestic sword energy and the invisible and ethereal sword qi also collided with each other through the two swords in an extreme manner, with a fierce momentum that was far beyond the previous ones.
“You actually took it?” Gongye Baiwu looked at the heavy sword that had been resisted and said in astonishment.
He was a swordsman specialising in heavy swords, and his style was the overwhelming sword of force, similar to what the Blade God had practised at the Sword God Lake in the past.
After following the Sword God, he was even instructed by the Sword God, and his sword dao had improved tremendously.
However, at this moment, his heavy sword was blocked in the direction in which he was most skilled. City
“A swordsman is powerful in all aspects, not in individual aspects.”
With sword in hand, Yuan Jian Yi blocked the heavy sword, which was the size of his own body, and the mountain-like sword power with just his right arm, “The greatest point I learned in the Piaomiao Sword Palace is not a sword technique, but an idea.”
Qianxiao Xueling slowly moved forward, pressing the Xuan Iron Heavy Sword, as well as the Gongye Baifeng, whose arm was thicker than his own leg, back together.
It was shocking.
Although martial artists did not use size as a measure of strength, the sight was still shocking. Especially when Gongye Baifeng had previously shaken the mountain peak with his sword wind alone.
“A powerful swordsman will overwhelm someone weaker than his own in every way, be it swordplay or ——”
“Strength.”
With a cry of “power”, Qianxiao Xueling bravely pressed his Xuan Iron Heavy Sword into the mountain wall, crumbling out long and hideous cracks.
It was Qing Yu’s philosophy to crush those who were weaker than oneself in every way. This was Qing Yu’s philosophy. “The strong do not die from the weak”.
It was clear that Yuan Jian Yi now understood this philosophy very well. He was not defeating his enemy with his own powerful sword intent, but overwhelming him with a sword power that was equally powerful, even surpa*sing that of Gongye Baiwu.
“Powerful in every way? Rather, it is very much in the style of Ren Piaomiao.”
Light words came from above, the words of the Sword God, “Gongye, bring him up.”
“Yes.”
Gongye Baiwu responded respectfully and said to Yuan Jianyi, “Please do so.”
Looking at his face, there was still a look of astonishment that had not been erased, obviously still haunted by that sword from the other side.
This was only natural, for anyone who was suppressed in the area in which they were most skilled would be like that.
The two of them walked for a few moments before they reached the top of the peak.
The place at the top was still the same as what Yuan Jian Yi had seen in the past, but the atmosphere was completely different.
In the past, the Buried Sword Peak was really a tomb of swords, full of twilight. Now, the twilight has been swept away, and although there is no dynamism, it is still fresh, and even the gloomy background colour cannot conceal the brightness and clarity.
“It is a good thought to exchange the power to outshine Gongye by superimposing heavy sword qi on top of each other.” After seeing Yuan Jian Yi, the Sword God spoke out in praise.
In terms of pure strength, Yuan Jian Yi was definitely unable to outperform Gong Ye Bai Wuang, who had been concentrating on ironworking for 150 years, but his strength was actually a combination of overlapping sword qi condensed into one, turning harshness into heaviness and overpowering Gong Ye Bai Wuang.
Of course, this technique is simple to say, but in practice it is not an easy task. At least if someone else had come, Gongye Baijiao would have been able to scatter his overlapping sword qi.
“What you learned from the Piaomiao Sword Palace should be more than that, right? That some of the sword moves similar to the Misty Sword Technique have not even been used yet.” The Sword God then asked.
“Yes, I have not yet used them,” replied Yuan Jian Yi calmly, “I have fought against the shadow of Elder Xiao Zhongjian within the Sword Realm for several months, and have learnt a little from his sword stances.”
The Sword God smiled and said, “It seems that you have thoroughly absorbed Shen Yunji’s legacy and have also stepped out of your own path. Very good!”
“In that case, it is not a waste of time for me to leave his sword intent behind in the first place.”
It was a joyous thing to see that Yuan Jian Yi had not failed to live up to Shen Yunji’s sword intent. Although Shen Yunji had betrayed the Sword God, a man’s death was like the extinction of a lamp, and since he had already been killed, the grudge would be like water flowing past, with no trace left.
“Then, tell us the reason for your coming.”
After the Sword God had finished his emotion, he put away the pleased look on his face and gently pressed his hands on the saber in his lap, saying.
It was awe-inspiring and voluminous.
This was the most intuitive feeling of Yuan Jian Yi at this moment.
The Sword God did not release any aura, but merely looked a little solemn, but this little change in look made Yuan Jian Yi feel a sense of shock that he could not match.
It was like a man looking up at the sky at the foot of the world’s greatest peak, unable to see the top of the mountain from afar.
The Sword God is the first peak of the sword dao.
“Palace Master Ren asked me to inform the Sword God that the final battle is coming, so please prepare for the Sword God.” The moment the banner of Chi You comes into existence, it will be time for war.”
“Good, you go back and tell Ren Piaomiao that I know.” The Sword God closed his eyes slightly and said calmly.
Yuan Jian Yi silently bowed and turned to leave.
The conversation between the two sides was very brief, just a few words, and it was already over.
After Yuan Jianyi left, Gongye Baiwu said in a somewhat puzzled manner, “The Sword God has greatly improved after his battle with the Blade God. Even if Ren Piaomiao is strong, he shouldn’t have the confidence to ask the Sword God for a battle.”
After the battle with the Blade God, the Sword God had gained so much that his strength had risen to another level. Even if Ren Piaomiao was arrogant, he shouldn’t be unable to recognise the difference in strength between the enemy and himself.
“No, you don’t understand. The one I want to fight is never Ren Piaomiao, but his real body ——”
The Sword God’s eyelids twitched, and a hint of sword intent spilled out from under his eyes, “I’m really looking forward to it. Compared to the Sixth Heavenly Demon Qi, a battle with him is more exciting to me instead.”
“Looking forward to it ——-”
The sword intent could not stop leaking out, and the mountain beneath the seat trembled and shook.
Battle intent, it was already difficult to restrain.