His movents beca stiff yet fluid, with an inhuman precision, he nocked another arrow.
The one-ard woman raised the Ruoque Sword once more.
The scattered Sword Qi Green Bead gradually converged, as abundant as the pouring rain — as much as there was rain, there was Sword Qi Green Bead, seemingly infinite.
As the Ruoque Sword was lifted, in an instant, the rainwater halted,
each drop reversed upwards as if flowing backward.
Previously, due to the fierce battle between the two top ten masters in the world, nearly half of the mountainside had been leveled. At this mont, from a bird's eye view, it resembled a chessboard with nineteen intersecting lines.
Sword Qi as chess pieces.
Blind Arrow still held the bow drawn, the bow curved more than a full moon, as the bowstring tightened, the air was filled with an extrely faint, yet bone-penetrating exotic fragrance, like the scent of musty temple incense mixed with a cloying oily aroma.
That abnormal power originating from the Mother of Non-Birth, twisting vitality, had already pervaded the air as if materializing. The plants around, moistened by the rain, withered at a visibly rapid pace upon contact with his dissipating aura.
The bowstring was silently drawn open, and this ti, even the arrow itself underwent a terrifying transformation. On the black shaft of the arrow, fine patterns appeared like living creatures, while the arrowhead stead and produced nearly invisible strands of fragrant gray-white smoke in the rain.
The arrow had yet to be released, but its release was imminent.
Zhou Yitang felt as if her throat had been pierced through, as if the arrow, once released, would inevitably hit its mark, sealing the throat with blood.
anwhile, the Sword Qi Green Bead in mid-air beca ever more concentrated and solid, forming layers of circular walls.
Zhou Yitang lifted her sword to make her move.
Around Blind Arrow, within a radius of several to dozens of feet, towering sword blade cliffs appeared in circles, the continuous Sword Qi Green Bead enclosing him within, seemingly isolating this Heavenly Person completely from the world.
She uttered a word:
"Seal."
......
"Seal."
Chen Yi placed a piece with a "snap", encircling the relentlessly aggressive white piece.
In Go terminology, "seal" ans to block the opponent's piece's path, virtually sealing off the enemy pieces without direct contact, restraining the opponent's offensive.
The moves on the board grew increasingly unstoppable with Tongxuan's placents; he had unwittingly fallen into a disadvantage and had to seal the pieces to buy ti.
Tongxuan shook his head with a light laugh, picked up a white piece, and placed it in the gaps of Chen Yi's path. This single leap instantly broke through Chen Yi's blockade.
Chen Yi frowned deeply, staring at the increasingly irreversible ga situation, falling silent for a mont.
"You said play Go then Go, you said play Gomoku then Gomoku." Tongxuan's voice was calm, "I'll play along with you."
Chen Yi did not respond, instead, he asked: "Does she know of your existence?"
"She vaguely knows of my existence, just unwilling to face ." Tongxuan replied calmly, "She once had ways to dispel , but I was born from her deepest obsession. If she dispelled , she would no longer have that obsession. She has already severed the Three Corpses, devoid of desire or emotion, only the obsession remains."
"...The obsession of being my master?"
"Indeed, precisely because of this, she is unwilling, and today, it is already impossible."
Hearing this, Chen Yi drew in a breath of cold air.
She was always an extrely stubborn person, he had always known, yet even so, Zhou Yitang's obstinacy still astonished him.
Chen Yi knew what it felt like to sever the Three Corpses; he was severed of two corpses by Zhou Yitang, always without any pursuit of fa or fortune, even when infamous, he felt not a trace of emotion.
He rembered hearing from Little Fox that before he reunited with her, she first t a young girl. At that ti, the lake was full of out-of-season withered lotus flowers; she rowed a small boat over, and the two won on the boat talked about the sa man,
Little Fox didn't understand why she was so entangled, the one-ard woman asked about the Ancient Tang People's "Vines of Longing" while crumbling a lotus flower in her hand, the lotus petals fell into the water, creating ripples on the girl's side, yet none on hers. This heart lake, so desolate it couldn't be more desolate, how could there be ripples to speak of. Sitting in a small building, looking out the window, Chen Yi suddenly saw a mound of vines covering a grave under the vines-covered hills — it was his tomb.
The young girl didn't understand, but Chen Yi knew, the vines that survived the spring chill, though seemingly dead, would still grow densely tangled.
Those who sever the Three Corpses have no more desire, cut off from seven emotions and eight sufferings, only the obsession remains in the heart, and precisely because of these unresolved obsessions, Zhou Yitang ca to find him, to see him, to take him as her disciple, to beco his wife.
There exists such a woman in this world, and by chance, this woman was his wife...
Chen Yi felt a tightness in his chest, chuckling repeatedly, the laughter filled with helplessness, the laughter full of bitterness.
For a long ti, he took a deep breath and slowly asked: "Since it is so, then how can I eliminate this Heart Demon?"
At the end of his words, he drew the Hou Kang Sword, revealing his murderous intent,
Her deepest obsession is to be his master, passing on the mantle, a strict teacher and outstanding student,
If betraying the master and annihilating the ancestor can work,
Then so be it, betray the master and annihilate the ancestor.
......…
Sword blade cliffs surrounding in circles, Sword Qi stretching like mountainous ridges unbroken.
Around Blind Arrow, within the space of several to dozens of feet, Sword Qi rose and fell like insurmountable ranges, entrapping him within.
His Heavenly Person-like pure face radiated solemn spiritual light, more mysterious and brilliant than in paintings of deities and Buddhas.
He stepped forward, his feet seemingly gliding in mid-air, then nonchalantly released the taut bowstring.
The arrow left the bow.
Away from the world's troubles and impurities, the arrow flew as if it were alive, serenely and joyfully.
It flew in this manner because it wasn't an arrow of this world, but one from the Vacuum Ho, now returning ho.
It passed through the dense curtain of rain, the towering layers of Sword Qi, the dark looming sky, toward the direction of the Vacuum Ho, where there is absolute bliss and beauty, endless blossoms, and treasures.
The one-ard woman seed oblivious to this arrow, or perhaps incapable of perceiving it. She remained in place until the arrow reached her front, only then hastily raised her sword.
Yet the arrowhead had arrived, a certain hit, sealing the throat with blood,
In the end,
she suddenly vanished into smoke and clouds, as if erased from the world by this arrow.
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