Sword, sword, sword!
Sword sword sword!
Sword!!!
Sword light dazzled like spring light!
When did Spring co?
It wasn’t when you saw the willows green and the flowers red, but when you hadn’t even noticed yet.
In the severe winter where a thousand miles were encased in ice and ten thousand drifted with snow, Spring was already nurturing strong life beneath withered grass and inside dried branches, always waiting to burst forth from the ice and scatter fragrant grass and blooming flowers everywhere.
The Big Brushwork Compassionate Blade that the domineering sword realized after the Heartless Slash.
It was the blade that symbolized Spring.
This blade ca, yet the enemy might not even have realized it.
Jiang Dali did.
But by the ti he realized, it was already too late.
Because by the ti he realized, he had already been slashed.
The overwhelmingly surging Saber Qi harshly slashed and bombarded his body, as tough as forged iron.
The Nine Yang Protective True Qi instantly ford naturally and exploded, turning into a Protective Aura Shield to resist the Saber Qi.
In a booming explosion, grasses from the ground tore apart and flew around.
The Nine Yang Protective True Qi had collapsed at the very first mont.
Jiang Dali’s spirit also faced a severe barrage of Sword Intent, where the Tiger Slaughter Saber Intent in this clash of intents was like a piece of ice resisting the warm currents of a spring day, helpless.
However, the Nine Yang Protective True Qi ultimately gave him a buffer of ti, a chance not to be defeated and severely injured upon the first encounter.
The mont the Nine Yang Protecting Qi Shield collapsed, Jiang Dali had already woken up in shock.
He roared furiously, drawing his sword to block horizontally, his whole body’s bones making sounds of dragons and tigers roaring amid the cracking joints, his skin instantaneously turning into green gold, his muscles bulging like an Angry-eyed Vajra with an unmatched, domineering and cold montum rising from his body.
Gathering montum!
The Gathering Technique of the Dragon Subduing Twenty-Eight Palm was fully employed by him at this mont.
His montum instantly reached its peak, and with a furious shout, he launched a slashing strike with a roaring sword!
The blinding Sword Light and Sword Intent exploded at the mont when the Golden-Backed Nine-Ring Great Saber trembled.
However, the next mont...
This Sword Light and Sword Intent disappeared like a small splash of water, subrged in the rolling eastward stream-like Sword Intent and Saber Qi.
"Ah—"
Jiang Dali, with disheveled hair and a loud growl, held his sword horizontally in place, his body’s muscles instantly sliced open by the furiously attacking Saber Qi, leaving horrific cuts, blood splattering, and the long blood bar also shaking violently.
Rolling eastward water, how many heroes have been washed away by the big waves.
The Big Freehand Compassionate Blade of the domineering sword, like an unstoppable major force, crushed everything in its path.
People caught in it could neither struggle nor dodge, as if they could only be crushed by the rolling spring tide.
At that mont, the domineering sword, maintaining his sword-wielding posture, his eyes grew ever brighter, nearly filled only with dazzling Sword Light, his montum also growing stronger and more terrifying.
His originally stooped and aging body seed to rejuvenate, emitting an extrely terrifying vitality, his palm and sword bursting with almost endless Sword Qi and Sword Intent.
Jiang Dali clenched his teeth hardly, feeling as if his spirit and will were being oppressed and crushed by a heaven-splitting, earth-shattering great sword, making it difficult for him to make even the slightest move at this mont.
This feeling of being unable to struggle was sothing he had never experienced; this was his first ti.
Domineering sword!
Truly domineering!
Even without the Heartless Slash.
Yet it had forged an even more magnificent and unrivaled Big Freehand Compassionate Blade.
At this mont, Jiang Dali felt intense pressure and a crisis from the overwhelming and powerful Sword Force, completely devoid of the power to resist.
Yet more Qi-Blood.
Even his pride in strength and physique.
At this mont, could only beco punching bags, like people on a chopping board to be slaughtered.
The wounds on his body grew more nurous, and the blood bar was visibly diminishing...
As if he could only sit and wait for death.
Such an astonishing scene, if seen by Players, would leave countless Players clicking their tongues in shock.
The usually very powerful Black Wind Village Chief, was now being resolutely suppressed by an unknown NPC, Qi-Blood plumting, simply unimaginable.
On the courtyard wall, Dongfang Bubai stood in red clothes, aloof from the world, her cold eyes growing even colder, ready to intervene at any mont.
Inside the arena, Jiang Dali’s breathing was heavy, his body covered in sword wounds, his Qi-Blood had already fallen below the absolute safety line, only remaining at thirty percent, and still dropping.
His spirit and will were still suppressed.
Now, he only had two choices.
To die and comprehend the Big Freehand Compassionate Blade.
Or, by risking carrying a shadow in his heart forever, give up fighting desperately, unleash all his accumulated montum to forcefully break through an opening in the opponent’s Sword Intent and escape, or be saved by Dongfang Bubai.
Both choices were undoubtedly not good.
Especially the second, escapist choice, which would definitely have a great adverse effect on his future path of Great Strength.
Jiang Dali hesitated for a mont in his heart, but instantly, all his hesitations were replaced by firmness.
He thought of the resolute suicide he chose when verifying this world.
He thought of his hardships when becoming a Gang Qi warrior in his previous life.
He thought of the path he had chosen along the way — the path of ’Miracle Strength.’
Not only was it a path filled with miracles, but it was also a path filled with great emotions and determination.
On this path, he had always persisted firmly, never giving up.
Of late, he had been successful, becoming stronger against stronger foes, so why would he regret a battle, why would he regret his life?
Cold!
Jiang Dali felt coldness all over his body, a result of too much blood loss.
But at this mont, his heart was burning hot.
At this instant, he felt as if his spirit and will had suddenly beco much stronger, the feeling of being oppressed noticeably lessened.
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