Twenty years of ignorance and chaos, despair, pain, unable to live, unable to die, heavily burdened.
In the midst of the sword fights, it seed like they finally found relief.
Ling Beichen’s sword technique beca increasingly rampant and free-flowing, wielding it impulsively.
Rising sword like a towering Cyan Mountain, erging from the earth.
Falling sword like the sunset over a long river, the sun sets and the moon rises.
Between motion and stillness, both were fitting, and the Taiheng Sword Intent beca even purer.
Chu Qing also felt an unprecedented ease, only feeling the blade in his hand swinging ever more naturally.
Things known without understanding why were gradually transforming, probing the roots and uncovering the profound aning.
The onlookers were increasingly shocked as they watched the battle, increasingly impressed as they watched.
"No wonder he was the best in Taiheng twenty years ago... If he hadn’t retreated into the mountains and hadn’t wasted those twenty years, his achievents would be limitless."
"To witness the grace of Taiheng’s best sword, it was truly worth the trip."
"I understand Ling Beichen’s sword pressing the Taiheng Sect, but this third young master, how can he be so brilliant? How old is he?"
"His saber technique has been improving constantly, Ling Beichen thanks the third young master for lifting Yama’s Order for him, he is using his lifelong cultivation to help improve the saber technique!"
"After this battle, the third young master’s na will spread throughout the Martial World."
While Bian City and others watched the battle in silence, their eyes complex.
"Evenly matched, the incomparable talent t a worthy rival!"
Bian City spoke softly:
"What do you think, if Ling Beichen is a natural talent... then what is the third young master?"
Even Mo Duxing, who always dismissed things as trivial tricks, couldn’t utter a word for a mont.
Hua Jinnian slightly grinned:
"Not yet twenty, yet possesses such Martial Arts.
"Give the third brother ten more years... who in the world could oppose him?"
"Ten years..."
Bian City shook his head in his heart, why wait ten years?
He knew that Chu Qing hadn’t even exerted his full strength yet.
Not to ntion his frost cold Fist Technique hasn’t shown its real power, nor his previous formidable Palm Technique which he is using sparingly now.
Just talking about his frightening Fast Sword and the unforgettable Flying Saber at a glance...
If he went all out, if Ling Beichen also used everything to compete, then Ling Beichen... would likely die faster!
"At most three years..."
Bian City suddenly spoke softly:
"At most three years, the third brother will surely surpass the Three Emperors and Five Sovereigns, invincible across the world!"
Hua Jinnian was so shocked by Bian City’s almost ’rebellious’ words that he sucked in a breath of cold air.
Mo Duxing gently held the sword hilt, slowly let out a deep breath.
Bian City glanced at him:
"Big brother, you don’t plan to compete with the third brother, do you?"
"Hmph, what do you know."
Mo Duxing sneered:
"Although his Martial Arts are not bad, it’s still far off..."
Bian City found it laughable, thinking big brother was bragging as usual.
Even if Master Cui Bunu were here today in Ling Beichen’s place, the outco will only be known after the battle.
If Chu Qing exerted his full strength, Bian City believed the only thing he could offer Master was a top-quality Golden Rattan Wood Coffin.
But Bian City was already used to Mo Duxing’s ’words,’ only Hua Jinnian looked at Mo Duxing with so doubt.
Wondering if he really was that deeply concealed.
Then suddenly heard Mo Duxing murmur:
"What a pity..."
What was the pity?
Hua Jinnian was about to ask when he heard an uproar from the arena.
Quickly looked up, only to see Ling Beichen stepping forward like a ladder to heaven.
Feet off the ground, one ’step’ at a ti, after seven consecutive steps, seven invisible Sword Qi appeared behind him.
At this mont, Ling Beichen was like a Sword Immortal on earth.
This battle not only propelled Chu Qing’s saber technique, but also transford Ling Beichen’s sword technique.
His long sword turned in his hand, remote pointing at Chu Qing.
The seven Sword Qi behind him burst forth.
Seven swords form a whirl, complenting to form an array, varied lengths in their edges, quick or slow in their attacks, rushing towards Chu Qing like thunder from the nine heavens.
Chu Qing raised his eyes, seeming to flash a gleam.
His steps moved forward, issuing seven sabers in succession.
Within these seven sabers, three were straight, three were unusual, but whether straight or unusual, all had mysterious changes within.
The edge was not displayed, instead it was inwardly collected.
Corresponding to the Mingyu Scripture within him, collected and unbroken, condensed and undispersed, though not grand, it seed eternal and unchanging.
Six sabers shattered six Sword Qi, causing a world-shaking boom, with Sword Qi scattered like a heavenly curtain.
Drawing admiration from the onlookers, both stunning and alarming.
Chu Qing crossed the heavenly curtain with a single step, issuing the seventh saber in montum.
This saber fused with the montum of the previous six, its blade reflected the void, creating shadow upon shadow, and instantly confronting that seventh Sword Qi.
But this Sword Qi dispersed upon contact!
Chu Qing’s expression changed, the blade turned, sweeping across Ling Beichen without any obstruction.
The blade walked a line through the middle of man, though never touching the body, the sharpness was fully revealed.
Ling Beichen tremored around him, slowly falling from mid-air.
Chu Qing instinctively moved, stepping into the void, reaching out to catch Ling Beichen’s body.
Gently placing him on the ground.
Ling Beichen’s face still held a smile:
"Do you understand the change of seven transitions?"
"... Not daring to say I fully comprehended, but I’ve glimpsed the path."
Chu Qing slightly tilted his head, speaking softly.
Ling Beichen nodded:
"Little friend is exceptionally gifted, the Seven Extres Seven Transitions Seven Injuries Sword is ever-changing and extrely challenging to practice.
"If the mind harbors even the slightest impatience, it will fail to grasp the essence of this sword.
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