6kv Chapter 766
Chapter 766
The universe is prehistoric.
Ye Kong traced a faint streamer imprint to the depths of the long river of time, hoping to find a way to save Xiao Shan.
At this time, in front of him stood a high mountain like black iron, facing the vast ocean to the east, with steep walls and strange peaks, the mountain top pierced the clouds and fog like a sharp sword, soaring into the sky, towering into the sky.
He took a breath and rode up the fog from the bottom of the mountain.
Along the way, there are jagged rocks, dead vines covering the already cracked land, floating dust half-covering the dead bones of birds and animals, and the gurgling streams have also dried up, exposing the cracked riverbed.
It was full of devastation and desolation.
A leaf was blown down by the autumn wind, fluttering and falling in front of Ye Kong.
Ye Kong suddenly moved, acting like a ghost, but the small fishing rod in his hand became his most handy sword, but it was more illusory than a ghost.
With a swing of the sword, seven sword shadows appeared in the air.
"Chichichichichichichichi", after seven soft beeps, the fallen leaves were twisted into pieces, fluttering in the autumn wind and falling all over the sky.
This is the weaving sky swordsmanship, the swordsmanship like a net of heaven and earth.
Ye Kong's small fishing rod is ugly and short, and it is only a short one when turned into a sword.
Others' swords were four or five feet short, and six or seven feet long, while his sword, including the blade and hilt, was less than three feet in total.
The shorter the weapon, the more flexible and swift it is, and Ye Kong's swordsmanship has brought flexibility and swiftness to the extreme.
When others slash one sword, he can slash seven swords in a row. Others' swordsmanship is as brave as a tiger descending a mountain, and his swordsmanship is as dense as a net.
Not to mention that he still has inexhaustible spiritual power as a support.
Seven kills with one sword, the sword net whistling from seven directions is enough to strangle everything in the net, no matter it is fallen leaves or life.
The shadow on the opposite side has begun to sweat.
Although the shadow was blurry, Ye Kong could still see the clues. This was clearly one of the unknown souls that Luo Di had sent out earlier in the different world.
It is said that mice do not know fear because they are too stupid to feel fear.
But people are not rats. Although they have improved through practice, they are instinctive to be afraid when facing this terrifying and terrifying swordsmanship.
Shadow suddenly took a step back. "Wait a minute, please," he said.
"If you are afraid, then leave. Today I want a solution, not to kill." Ye Kong said.
"No, I still have one thing to say. After finishing this sentence, there is nothing to regret. As for the solution, I have no solution." Luo Di's split soul said.
"Okay, tell me." The golden dagger was put back into its sheath, and Ye Kong put his hands behind his back, with a leisurely expression.
It seems that a real grandmaster should be like him, with no worries, watching the waves come and go with a smile.
Luo Di's split soul turned around, but walked in front of another shadow.
That shadow is clearly a mark left by the dead Earth Mother in the long river of time.
He smiled and looked at her, but there was a taste of parting from life and death in his smile.
He leaned into Mother Earth's ear and whispered, "If I die, many people will tell you stories about me. But you must believe that in this life, I have never loved anyone except you."
After speaking, he kissed Dimu's ear lightly, leaving her with a smile, then pulled out the long sword from her waist, turned and left. Mother Earth reached out to grab him, but it was in vain.
With a sword in hand, the smile on Luo Di's soul-dividing face disappeared without a trace.
"I use a sword," he said slowly to Ye Kong, slowly erecting the long sword upright in front of him, with the blade close to the tip of his nose.
At this moment, there was no distracting thought in his mind, and there was only piety on his face, just like the piety of a monk kneeling before the Buddha.
A trace of surprise suddenly appeared on Ye Kongyun's calm expression, and he suddenly said, "What are you going to do! Tell me my apprentice's solution, maybe I can make you reborn!"
Luo Di split his soul and smiled and said, "It's useless, everything is useless, whether it's me or your apprentice Xiao Shan, they will all die."
Ye Kong laughed twice, and after laughing, his peaceful expression was also replaced by solemnity.
He began to draw his sword, very slowly, inch by inch. The sword body rubbed against the scabbard, making an unusually pleasant sound, and everyone's expressions changed slightly, only Ye Kong's face was still as peaceful as a martyr.
"Maybe, this is the last time I draw my sword in this life. If I die, you may remember the last time I drew my sword." Ye Kong seemed to be talking to the air, but also seemed to be invisible to the long river of time. The ghost speaks. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was no fear in the smile.
Because he is also a martyr, the Tao is right in front of him, and if he dies for the Tao, what is there to fear?
No matter literature or martial arts, no matter saber technique or sword technique, if one's cultivation reaches the extreme, it is the way. So, when they face each other's blades, it's their time to face the Tao.
A falling leaf fell between the two of them, falling quietly without the slightest sound of the wind. Everyone can feel the tension that tears the air, but the two people who should be the most nervous are motionless, like two sculptures.
No one rushed. Because no matter how fast the opponent moves, a master like them must have a chance to make a move, but there is only one chance to make a move. Either kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy.
Therefore, this last blow must have gathered all their strength. While accumulating their own strength, they quietly waited for the opportunity to attack. When the opponent can't control the strength, it is the time to deliver the fatal blow.
The two remained motionless, like clay sculptures and wood carvings. Not moving means that there are still many choices, but once you take action, you can only put all your eggs in one basket.
Mother Earth stared at Luo Di's soul-splitting obsessively. She had no time to think about the meaning of Luo Di's words.
She could only clenched her fists tightly and waited for the verdict of fate.
Luo Di's fate can be fought by himself, but her fate has no hope.
The spirit sword in Ye Kong's hand made a "buzzing" sound, as if the spirit sword was trembling slightly. The extremely low sound was faint and inaudible at first, but slowly, the sound became more and more intense. big.
The golden spirit sword's body undulates like waves, and the huge internal force contained in the sword body, like volcanic magma, slowly begins to pour outward.
Ye Kong finally couldn't help moving. His body turned into a phantom, and besides the phantom, the golden sword light was mixed with the roar of dragons and tigers. The light of the knife and the shadow of the figure are like thunder and wind, like the lightning of stars. Almost at the same time, Luodi's sub-spirit also moved, moving backwards.
"Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clank.
After the seven swords, Luo Di's sword power was exhausted, but Ye Kong's sword power was like a bow that opened the full moon.
Good defenders hide under the Nine Grounds, and good attackers move above the Nine Heavens. However, the thunder in the nine heavens, and the dust in the nine underground, how to decide the outcome?
Rhythm!
Evenly matched, the most important thing is always rhythm, no matter offense or defense! This is like the most beautiful music, always following the best rhythm.
So, what is the best rhythm?
Some people say that the faster the pace, the better. No, fast is by no means the best pace.
The best tempo is the one that disrupts the opponent's tempo.
The defender keeps changing his position, and the attacker has to keep changing his route. Once the rhythm of the offense is disrupted, the defender will have enough time to respond.
This is the best rhythm of defense.
Ye Kong adopted the best rhythm, so he won.
Later someone asked Ye Kong, "Why didn't you split your soul with Luo Di to attack that day?"
Ye Kong replied with a smile, "In that case, when I stabbed the first sword, I might have already been cut six or seven times."
If the offense is not as sharp as the opponent, then the defense is the best offense.