Chapter 320 82. Towards the End
Off the coast of Yan Kingdom, the bright silver sword light shines in all directions.
Zu, Da Zhiyi, the Eight Kings of Taihang, and the giant whale in the sky all cast their gazes at the strange man who broke into the battlefield.
He holds a sword and looks like a god.
High above, a Rakshasa-like statue lowered its eyebrows. It carried a huge fan and whispered: "Who taught you this swordsmanship?"
What responded to Zu was the vibration of the air.
"Buzz——!"
The sea of clouds rolled, forced back by the sword light, and retreated in all directions, revealing the stars and the full moon hanging in the sky.
Gu Yan chanted in a low voice, and flames like flowing clouds enveloped him. The sword in his hand was burning hot, and the sword almost melted into the light. He walked on the battlefield, across the Great Zhiyi, and across the ruins of the tower.
The altar made of blood, and the blood mist that filled the air seemed to bring him back to the past.
On the eve of the rising era, the ancient clans suffered disaster due to their arrogance. The ancestors left the prophecy of rise long ago, and all power was born for this. Human beings occupy the throne of the world with an overwhelming advantage, overlooking all spirits. His elders, those who are unwilling to step into the cemetery with half a foot, covet this era and dream of claiming nature as before.
Taihang Mountain.
The mountains that buried the dark ambitions of the imperial capital for thousands of years.
The mountain god Nanzhu.
As the name suggests, it lights up the dark night like a candle. Gu Yan still remembers that scene. The snake-like shadow was swimming in the clouds, raising its head and roaring. The young man in ancient clothes was sitting at the same height as the mountains, judging their arrogance and greed. Until the end, the unwilling ones activated the altar, rain of blood poured down, and human corpses flooded in, just like now.
Gu Yan exhaled softly.
The Gu family, a clan that has been glorious for thousands of years in the past, is a complicated and intertwined clan. Among them, the people he cared about died, and the people he didn't care about also died. He should have thrown the diamond relic that summoned the Buddha to the dragon with the fury of revenge, but he found that he couldn't do it. People must have a sense of right and wrong. Whether to destroy the dragon or the demon statue of blood sacrifice... He didn't He knew whether that decision was the right one, but at least he wouldn't be ashamed of it.
At this point, he abandoned everything in the imperial capital, stepped into this complicated and chaotic era, and danced with it.
When all he has to do is done, he will finally wield his sword against that god.
For his close relatives.
"So, you came to my mountain gate to practice swordsmanship so that you can raise your sword against Lord Taihang in the future?" That day, in the heavy snow, he came to Laojun Mountain and saw the real person recorded in the ancestral land.
Before that, he had been to many places.
Dragon Tiger, Wudang, he didn't get the answer, and that day, accompanied by the bitter wind and snow, he didn't have any hope. But the real person spoke and said: "Go to the mortal world and find a person. If you find him, he will teach you the swordsmanship that is enough for Lord Taixing to raise his sword. I don't have such swordsmanship here, and you have nowhere to practice it."< br>
"Who?"
"Xuanmiao Guan, Su Chengzi."
"Hahahaha! Are you looking for me after listening to what that old guy said? Do you want me to teach you unparalleled swordsmanship?" The old Taoist wearing tattered clothes burst into laughter.
"Yes." Gu Yan just nodded.
"Okay!" The old Taoist brushed his sleeves and took out a wine bottle and put it in front of Gu Yan, "Drink it clean and then tell me what taste it tastes like. By the way, I will teach you!"
"Tell me, what does it smell like?"
Gu Yan was silent for a long time, "It has no taste, just like water."
There was another long silence, but the one who was silent was the old Taoist priest in tattered clothes. He raised his head and stared at Gu Yan for a long, long time, so long that Gu Yan suspected that the other person could even count his hair.
Finally, the old Taoist stood up and patted Gu Yan on the shoulder.
"Let's go."
"Is it wrong?"
"No, not exactly."
"From today on, I will teach you unparalleled swordsmanship. This is a thing passed down from our old Su family. You, the ancient clan who stay in the imperial capital all day long to play power, should also have this kind of skill. As for why no one knows in the end, I don't know. You know why. How can a person who is obsessed with profit and thinks about power all day understand Taoism? ”
"You are the eldest son of the Gu family. Even someone like me, who doesn't care about the imperial capital, knows that you are the most stable person in power among the younger generation. And a person like you actually has the conditions to learn to be unparalleled. Old Su, I will not break my promise and teach you That's right. But I have another question for you. Do you know why this swordsmanship is called 'Wushuang'?"
"I don't know, kid."
"Wushuang, the sword holder can only swing it once. That sword will shock the world and make the ghosts and gods weep!"
Su Chengzi turned around suddenly and stared into Gu Yan's eyes, "Remember, it's only once!"
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"Only once!" The old Taoist words echoed in Gu Yan's mind.
He knew why only once.
At this moment, he and the sword in his hand melted into the silver light, and the terrifying sword energy that erupted not only included the spiritual energy, but also included his soul and flesh and blood.
It should have been facing the dragon.
he thought.
The dusty demons under the altar stood behind them, but the god-like existence in front of them was the enemy.
But it doesn’t matter...
Gu Yan closed his eyes and raised his sword. The flames of flowing clouds that enveloped him gathered on the blade of the sword, engraved with ancient primitive seal characters. He looked high into the sky. Above the clouds, a giant Rakshasa-like face was whispering. There seemed to be a hint of familiarity in his eyes. Flash past.
God statue fan.
Da Zhiyi and the giant whale roared together.
The scarlet eyeballs squirmed.
Silver sword light covers the world!
All without words, everything goes into the sword.
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In the snowy field, on the wooden boat, Qing Yan picked up the wine pot.
She looked into the distance.
The dry river was shaking, and the sound of rolling water was like thunder.
Dark clouds pushed in from a distance, accompanied by heavy rain, and the neighing of skeletons under the heavy rain.
The Wolf King looked into the distance warily.
There, green will-o'-the-wisps flickered, and the giant thing stood up under the black wave.
But Qing Yan grasped the brass handle of the Cang Ming Knife, pulled it out, raised it, and faced the menacing black waves.
"Is that all?" she said.
"Roar——!" The monsters in the depths of the tide roared, twisting their bodies, and making harsh and strange friction sounds between bones.
The next moment, they were split open.
Along with the waves.
The light of the sword, which was like the sky and was like punishment, split the entire incoming water stream into two!
"Boom——!" A heavy hitting sound was heard, Qing Yan dragged the knife towards the black tide, and the blade drew a long line on the river bed. At the same time, the entire snowfield trembled, and dark shadows stood up from all directions, roaring and roaring. These were the spirits of the snowfield that had died long ago, but now, they were awakened by the emperor and fought with him!
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Yan country, near the sea.
The black tide pushed forward wantonly, and heavy rain poured down.
The tower collapsed and shattered under Zu's power, and people lost their last line of defense against the vast sea.
All the lands and cities were in chaos.
Crying, asking for help, wailing, the tide swallows the earth, the dead swallows the living,
Above the black tide, a huge and boundless skeleton stands. It is a king and the ancestor of the extremely noble Shinichi during his lifetime. The will-o'-the-wisp in full bloom overlooks the world, and all the creatures that attempt to raise arms against it are dead. Endless corpses guard it like a throne.
But from the west, a sudden strong wind blew.
It even changed the direction of the tide.
The king noticed something and raised his head. Above, deep in the sea of clouds, an arrow like the sun shot through it.
There is one more chapter
This chapter is coming to an end. At that time, the story will leave Kyushu, so many holes left before will begin to be filled.
It can be said that there is a beginning and an end.
I don’t like writing meaningless foreshadowing.
(End of chapter)