Chapter 403: Let Us Enjoy Ourselves to the Fullest
he profound darkness of the vortex's center, a shadowy figure slowly emerged.To see blackness from within darkness is a rather awkward description. Yet, that is precisely what happens.That dark thing...Pride, is the world-renowned sword hidden in the palace of King Wei.
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The Wei Emperor bestowed this sword upon him, his expectations for Yan Shaofei were evident.
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Yan Shaofei, despite being a wandering swordsman, managed to outshine all rivals in the Wei state and even achieve widespread acclaim at the Guanhe Terrace. Of course, such accomplishments rightfully earned him the title of "prodigy."
At this very moment, he infused the sword with the crimson lotus karma fire and then, with the aid of Zhongshan Wei Sun's Dragon Sparrow Army, "washed" away the red lotus, revealing the true nature of the sword.
And then a sword strike came straight at him.
To wash away worldly dust like awakening from a dream.
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This is a sword of straight reflection, and also a sword of stunning brilliance.
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As for this sword strike alone, it's almost on par with the causal blade technique wielded by Gan Chang'an!
But Zhongshan Weixin, did not yield an inch.
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Long Que's Soldier Slash and Jian Qiao Honglian were both overwhelmingly powerful killing techniques. After they collided, they rained down on the sky.
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Yan Shaofei's ability to draw the sword of "Deity" returning to its true self from "Falling Flowers Blooming Everywhere" was indeed a step ahead.
But that doesn't explain anything.
It's just that this sword at this moment is more suitable, and that's all.
But his fist, even stronger!
In the world of flowers and blood, facing the approaching Yan Shaofei.
Facing this chivalrous hero, and his signature swordsmanship.
Zhongshan Weishun's fist, "puffed" up.
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To be precise, it was a surging tide of killing intent that enveloped his fist. It flowed like water, surged like waves, and even...wrapped around his whole body.
The menacing soldiers surged and then abruptly contracted, solidifying into tangible beings.
That was... piece by piece....
Glossy black leaves.
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Layer upon layer, they piled onto Zhongshan Wei Sun, covering him completely.
The head is like the horns of a bull, and flames dance on his armor.
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Only a pair of cold eyes were exposed.
The cultured and wealthy son, in a flash, transformed into a bloodthirsty and ruthless battlefield general.
The secret teachings of the Zhongshan clan, the Demon-slaying Battle Armor.
It is not a suit of armor, but a top-tier combat technique that strengthens cultivators in all aspects.
The current General Yan Wen of Yingyangwei, who hails from the State of Jing, was once renowned for this very tactic. He ventured into the desolate borderlands eight thousand miles deep, slaying a formidable demon along the way and returning victorious. His feat echoed throughout the land!
After achieving this feat at the Zhongshan Yanwen Creative, it replaced the original hereditary art of the Zhongshan family and became the core secret scripture of the family.
Therefore, it can be seen that it is powerful.
Zhongshan Weishun's演兵屠魔甲 has its own understanding different from the original work, incorporating the power of Nanming Lihuo, which is more suitable for him.
At this moment, Zhongshan Wei Sun, clad in full armor, stood still like a steel statue.
Insensitivity, rigidity.
And he swung his fist...
"Kill!"
"I shall die in the enemy ranks!"
"We will never retreat!"
Hiss and roar!
Here we go!
In an instant, the flying "blood" and "flowers" were all pushed away. A terrifying aura swept over.
Zhan Shan Wei Sun unleashed a punch, countless phantom soldiers flickering in and out behind him.
Charge on horseback, or shout "kill," or charge into battle, or behead...
Indeed, the iron cavalry charged with a clash of blades and a thunder of war!
Under such fists, even the proud sword must bend slightly, and even Yan Shaofei has to retreat!
A fist met a longsword, the two moving in and out of each other's range.
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The blood and flowers all over the sky are accelerating their collapse.
As everyone was awestruck by the scene, Cao Jie simply leaned back slightly, an invisible and silent force spreading out, blocking Jiang Wang's left and right—
Just now, he sensed the sword intent emanating from this young man, knowing that he had made a breakthrough.
In order not to be noticed by others, he quietly reached out and covered it up.
What struck Jiang Wang as unusual was not the Dragon Sparrow's killing technique or the Sword Piercing Crimson Lotus, though both were indeed formidable, comparable to his Fire Realm Art in level. In fact, due to the practitioner's cultivation, these two techniques could even surpass his Fire Realm Art in power.
But it was Yan Shaofei's sword "Delighted" that made the longing ache, allowing his sword intent to soar and even dissipate beyond his body.
It fits perfectly.
He saw this sword and immediately had an epiphany.
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His youthful recklessness, a blade almost leaping from his mind. The longsword spirit of longing, dancing and darting through the Five Oceans Sea,
The youthful exuberance is nothing more than "pride"!
Being full of self-satisfaction, he looked around with pride and arrogance.
Because of youthful arrogance, I indulged in recklessness!
Jiang Wang once saw Chao Yu's ten-year hidden sword kill, and understood the "Ten years of downfall, life and death feud" in a famous swordsman's sword.
Today, I witnessed Yan Shao Fei's masterful swordsmanship and gained an understanding of the "pride" of a youthful sword.
The so-called "Human Dao Sword Style" is precisely the unfolding of the character "Ren". It is about observing people, the world, and oneself. It is a summary and analysis of all experiences.
First, the universe, then the swallow of Yan.
Comprehending the true intent of others leads to understanding one's own true intent.
It's truly wonderful.
The emotion that blossomed in an instant almost made Jiang Wang want to jump onto the stage. Among the falling petals of blood and flowers, he yearned to draw his sword and let out a long roar followed by a long song.
Of course, I can only restrain myself.
Besides the host, Lord Yu Xi Zhen, and six Supreme Beings who descended as Dharma Forms, anyone interfering with the main event of the Yellow River Gathering would be courting death.
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Jiang Wangping calmed his emotions and restrained his sword intent. He continued to watch the battle, completely unaware of what Cao Jie had done just now.
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Cao Jie himself remained calm and said nothing.
Ji Zhaonan, sitting beside him, kept his eyes fixed straight ahead.
But behold, the scene—
Zhong Shan Weishun activated his transforming battle armor, the Tu Mo Jia, and unleashed the nine-fold killing fist passed down through generations of the Zhong Shan clan. With a single strike, "Iron Cavalry Piercing Through Swords and Spears," he repelled Yan Shaofei.
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The surging fists of the soldiers pressed down on the entire arena.
Shattering the air and sword energy, sealing off the opponent's room for maneuver.
For a time, they were completely dominant, like gods themselves.
But Yan Shaofei retreated again and again.
He retreated too slowly to keep up with Zhongshan Wei Sun's advance. His treasured sword was bent further and further by the blows of his armored fist.
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However, his expression was not fearful, his eyes were filled with sadness instead.
Sorrow
Zhongshan Weishun couldn't figure it out.
The spectators in the stands were also at a loss.
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This vast world, with its teeming masses of people, is inherently a place where each individual experiences their own joys and sorrows.
In this world, countless beings live their lives, and all those outside of oneself...
All of this is for me just a spectator.
This heart is filled with sorrow, words fail to express it. This hatred stretches endlessly, known only by myself.
Needless to say!
Under the imposing might of the Demon Slaughter Armor, Zhongshan Weishun witnessed the scene with a heavy heart. Yan Shaofei gazed upon it all with sorrowful eyes. The jade ring adorning his hair suddenly exploded, sending his long hair flying wildly.
The sorrow in his eyes disappeared, replaced by brilliance and joy.
That extreme, overflowing joy was almost spilling out of his eyes.
However, for some reason, seeing this kind of "joy" only made my heart feel heavier.
While Sun's emotional state was secondary to Wei, he could clearly feel his opponent's aura rapidly escalating at this moment!
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The sword that had been suppressed by his iron fist, the power it transmitted surged forth in an instant, vast as a raging river and boundless like the sea.
The triumphant sword suddenly straightened, and the heavily armored Zhongshan Wei Sun was sent flying thirteen steps!
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Every step taken on solid ground, with every step exerted effort, barely standing firm!
What happened
Under the Demon-Slaying Armor's state, his overall strength had already skyrocketed dramatically. How could he be overpowered by his opponent
What Zhongshan Weishun didn't know was that this was just the beginning.
With long hair dancing wildly and eyes brimming with ultimate joy, Yan Shaofei suddenly burst into a wild laugh.
This was an abrupt scene, but it happened very naturally.
His might, his will, the essence of his being, his blood... everything about him was consumed by self, burning brightly and defiantly at this moment!
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Great powers, use them to your heart's content!
Give everything for a fleeting moment of glory.
If you can't have your fill, then die!
This is a truly life-risking divine ability. When this divine ability is unleashed, the practitioner consumes everything, boils everything, and empties all their reserves... blooming their entire lifetime's radiance in a single moment, achieving a full-spectrum boost in combat power.
If you can defeat your opponent with unrestrained joy, then your beauty will remain as it is forever.
If you cannot defeat your opponent, then die on the spot.
... offers a comprehensive boost to all aspects of combat prowess.
The enormous price paid for this terrifying divine power, in terms of effect amplification alone, is undoubtedly far superior to ordinary amplification techniques, let alone the Military Formation Slaughter Demon Armor of Zhongshan Wei Sun.
So, Yan Shaofei, with a swing of his long sword, forced back Zhongshan Weisun.
Two people who were originally evenly matched now had a clear gap between them.
When Yan Shaofei was in high spirits, he drew his sword and charged forth.
A sword pierces through the dazzling blood and flowers, so brilliant and eye-catching.
But for some unknown reason, his steps seemed unsteady, staggering and stumbling.
Like he's drunk!
In the visual, the action seems to have slowed down.
But in perception, this sword became so heavy, so strong.
He laughed with joy, delight, and pride.
But his sword was sad, struggling, in pain.
Such a sword comes, the cuckoo cries blood, all things mourn.
Looking at the sword swaying as it was passed over.
Zhongshan Weixin found himself able to only retreat, only fall back!
He couldn't bear such deep sorrow, he couldn't handle such profound grief.
What kind of swordsmanship is this
Zhongshan Weisun, retreating while gathering his troops' ferocity, unleashed the Nine Unions Killing Fist in the state of performing the Demon-Slaying Armor Drill.
The legions of soldiers rose from behind, their formation a vast canopy that covered the heavens. They blotted out the sun and surged forward in an unstoppable tide.
This is a fist that gathers the momentum of the masses, a fist that sweeps like a flood.
Where the great army marches, all fall before it.
As if a dark cloud were pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it!
But the sword, it actually pierced through.
It stabbed in crookedly.
Pierce through all the dark clouds and dissipate all the ominous energy.
Having dismantled his fist's force, Yan Shaofei laughed and stumbled into the room.
One sword across the neck!
Zhanghou Weisun felt a chill down his spine!
This opponent, this Wei Dihao Xia who was not paid much attention to beforehand and whose background could not be found out later.
He used a sword called "De Yi".
He picked the divine ability called "Su Jin Huan".
He was overjoyed, beaming with happiness.
His swordsmanship, however, seemed burdened with grief, heavy and sorrowful.
What has this person been through
What is the story behind this person
What kind of swordsmanship is this!
The starlight palaces of the distant starry sky, Zhongshan Weisu's palace and Yan Shaofei's palace shine brightly together.
And the five internal organs trembled within the body.
Zhongshan Weisun stared straight at Yan Shaofei, his eyes momentarily dark and deep like an abyss.
He unleashed the divine ability that had already been shown in previous battles...
Jailer!
Torture the opponent's soul, inflicting upon them endless torment and pain.
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With the continuous development of supernatural powers, the prison will also become more and more "rich".
In the first round of combat, as soon as the prison warden made his move, opponents from the Northwest Five Nations Alliance immediately collapsed. That was still the pride of the Northwest Five Nations, who hailed from a harsh land and were known for their unwavering willpower!
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When the opponent is arrogantly pleased, that is precisely the opportune time for a jailer to demonstrate his power.
There is no better choice than this.
Zhongshan Weixin clenched his iron fist, ready to strike at any moment.
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The divine ability of the Prison Warden descended.
Yan Shaofei's expression remained unchanged, he was still smiling brightly, his eyes filled with joy. But stumbling and falling, a sword was already at his doorstep!
The Prison-Breaking Divine Ability had no effect on him at all!
Or, to be more precise, the warden’s influence had already taken hold, but Yan Shaofei endured the pain.
This can only mean that the pain they are feeling now is deeper and more agonizing!
Zhongshan Weisun suddenly had an epiphany.
Perhaps this person's present state is fueled by the very pain and guilt they carry.
Therefore, he concluded that under this state, Yan Shaofei was unbeatable!
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Thus, he unleashed a "Riding Iron Cavalry" attack, with blades clashing like thunder. Without hesitation, he leaped into the air, shifting his body mid-flight.
>In the blink of an eye, his fighting spirit had transformed again and again.
From overwhelmingly defeating opponents, to earnestly defeating opponents, and now... enduring the opponent's magical state and waiting for an opportunity.
Of course, the desire to win has never been extinguished.
In war, victory is always more important than the process.
To understand war, one must know how to avoid its edge.
But at this moment.
Faced with Zhongshan Weishun's Nine-Harmony Killing Fist, Yan Shaofei did not dodge or evade.
He staggered forward, charging at Zhongshan Weishun with his sword!
Quan Sha ruthlessly blasted onto Yan Shaofei's body, directly shattering his protective starlight and causing his sternum to cave in. A gruff, painful groan escaped his lips.
But Yan Shaofei was still laughing.
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Under the state of being intoxicated, he was not killed by this punch.
He laughed happily and stumbled forward, falling down.
Like an innocent and joyful child, he brandishes his wooden sword and runs about, laughing merrily. But his steps are unsteady, and he trips and falls right there.
However, that was just a dip.
Zhongshan Weishun's momentum of advancement was instantly blocked, and his entire being was slashed by countless sword qi that appeared out of thin air.
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Ding ding ding ding ding!
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That was the sound of sword qi cleaving through demonic armor.
In the midst of this frenzied sword energy, Zhong Shan Wei Sun was forced back to the ground.
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And Yan Shaofei fell down in front of him!
Like a drunken man drowning his sorrows, like a child who has fallen and keeps stumbling forward before him.
Ironic indeed, his own proud blade found its way straight into his heart!
Zhonghua Weishun was unwilling, discontent, and indignant!
He still has divine powers yet to be unleashed, and trump cards yet to be played. The Nine-Union Killing Fist hasn't even been fully performed!
As the heavenly pride of Jing Nation, how could he!
But the extremely sorrowful and agonizing sword qi raged madly within his body.
His pain, his sins, were ignited once more, even burning with a crimson fire. The flames of torment seared within him...
A ray of light soothed him.
He was comforted in his body, but his heart ached even more!
Because Yu Xi got involved.
In Zhenjun Yu Xi's proclamation regarding the outcome of the battle.
Zhongshan Weixin looked down at Yan Shaofei, who was half-fallen in front of him, a long sword piercing his heart. He used the sword to support himself as well.
He coughed up blood, struggling to ask, "What kind of swordsmanship is this"
The moment he spoke, he suddenly remembered that the person opposite him seemed to be mute.
>Probably because he was born unable to speak, this fellow is so miserable.
Only by focusing so intently can one be this powerful…
At such a time, Zhongshan Weishun's mind inexplicably came up with a strange thought: If Huang Sheli went mute one day, wouldn't he become even stronger
“Heartbroken.”
Yan Shaofei said.
He drew his triumphant sword.
The moment the blade separated from its sheath, Zhongshan Weison really wanted Zhao Tiezhu to come out and say a few words.
But looking at this man who had drawn his sword and retreated, feeling that desolation and sadness, he suddenly felt a pang of sympathy.
Are you going to get beaten again
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Well, there's no other way about it. Failing to showcase the peak means that your strength itself is lacking.
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But Grandpa, I really tried my best.
Well, you wouldn't listen anyway, would you
That's it then...
The person lying on the ground has given up.
The person retreating while standing remained expressionless.
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