Chapter 478: Life is like an ant, life is thinner than paper, Dao Xinghe is defeated! Return to the
The Thirteen Knives of Time are too overbearing
At this time, the sword was slashed out, as if time was going back, the space was distorted, and no one could stop it.
At this moment, the sand of time shook slightly, and Ye Yang merged with the endless evil of time.
Coupled with the power of time of the White Horse Knife, it is elusive.
With one slash, the years pass by quietly without leaving a trace.
The light of the sword seemed to shatter the sky, and one sword transformed into thirteen swords, directly killing Dao Xinghe.
"This is the Thirteen Swordsman of Time?"
"Can it break mountains and rivers, wither years, and turn black hair into white hair in an instant?"
"Although they are not facing each other, I have already sensed the rich power of time in this sword light."
"Just by sensing it, I feel that my lifespan has been exhausted. If I am an old person, if I fight against him, I am afraid that my lifespan will be exhausted and I will die on a crane with just one strike."
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Many people were shocked when they saw this scene.
Dao Xinghe was even more frightened.
At this moment, facing the light of the sword, he felt even more extraordinary terror.
Especially when the sword light came.
Driven by the endless evil of time, sometimes it is fast and sometimes it is slow.
Sometimes twisted, sometimes straight, as if time and space were combined, making him irresistible.
"You think you can beat me like this? It's too simple."
Dao Xinghe seemed to have been prepared and waved with one hand.
A wooden wall suddenly appeared in front of him.
The wooden walls are arranged in layers, containing strong vitality. There are also scattered blue or yellow flowers on them, which have withstood the power of the thirteen swords of time.
This wooden wall is extraordinary and seems to have the most essential vitality.
"Since I dare to fight you, why wouldn't I prepare in advance?"
"I traveled thousands of miles to the Leiyin Ancient Temple to get this wall of green wood. It has extremely strong vitality. No matter how powerful your thirteen swords are, you can't cut it open."
The scene fell into a stalemate for a while.
Ye Yang's heart moved secretly.
This Dao Xinghe's body is full of magic power, and there is no sign of injury at all. The so-called injuries before were completely deliberately released smoke bombs.
Fortunately, he never believed what others said.
Everyone knows that Ye Yang's most powerful weapon is the Thirteen Swordsman of Time.
But at this moment, Dao Xinghe was well prepared and took out the Green Wood Wall.
Blocked the blow.
This caused many people to talk about it.
"How can he win without the Thirteen Knives of Time?"
"This battle is fierce."
Even Ye Yang frowned.
And Dao Xinghe's sword light was already killing him again, arriving in front of him.
At the critical moment, Ye Yang whistled, and a thick white bone shield suddenly appeared in front of him. The shield was folded layer by layer, like a city wall, and was more than two feet thick.
This is the magical weapon that Ye Yang previously obtained from the elder of the Five Poison Sect.
At this moment, countless sword lights collided with the city wall composed of the bone shield.
Countless bone fragments spun out and fell to the ground one after another.
The sword light actually damaged this magic weapon.
The next moment, a ray of yin and yang light suddenly burst out from Ye Yang's chest.
It is the yin-yang heart-protecting mirror that has not been used for a long time.
Ye Yang wiped his eyes, revealing a hint of golden light. At close range, the sword pupils were activated.
The evil of endless time behind him combines with the evil of yin and yang to form a slowly flowing light and shadow.
One side is as blazing as fire, and the other side is like ice and snow, extremely cold.
Even his pupils turned into one golden red and the other ice blue.
At this moment, under the blessing of the yin and yang reverse chaos, a pair of eyes contains two completely different powers.
One is the masculine force that represents destruction, and the other is the feminine force that breeds life.
He stood at the intersection of time and space, feeling the surge of power in his body, as if he could tear apart the world and reverse the world.
As soon as his eyes opened, two sword lights suddenly shot out.
The surrounding air began to distort, time seemed to freeze, and space seemed to be cut into countless fragments.
A big hole was blown out of the Green Wood Wall directly in front of Dao Xinghe.
Dao Xinghe groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Then the next moment, before he could react, White Horse's sharp knife moved from bottom to top, slicing through the middle, cutting his Green Wood Wall in half.
"How can this be."
Dao Xinghe was shocked, but Ye Yang felt it was normal.
This wall of green wood can withstand the power of time from the Thirteen Swords of Time.
But it can't stop the white horse's sharp sword and its sharpness.
"The Thirteen Knives of Time are extremely mana-consuming. Even if you break through the Green Wood Wall, how much mana can you still use?"
Ye Yang didn't answer, and smiled coldly. The Xuexue Yidan slowly circulated in his body, and an even more powerful mana than before surged out.
The rich power of time suddenly erupted on the white horse sword again.
The light of the sword flashed, and the color of the world changed. An extremely bright light burst out from the tip of the sword, illuminating the entire space.
This sword seemed to have traveled through time and space, directly cutting into the veins of fate.
Ye Yang felt that he was connected to every particle of dust and every breath of wind in this world.
Dao Xinghe was shocked.
"No, I forgot that his magic power is strong and long-lasting. In addition to being a master of swords and swords, he also has a title."
At this moment, after Dao Xinghe was stabbed, his skin color quickly turned yellow and dark.
His hair is also gray all over.
He lost too much vitality in an instant.
Just as many people guessed.
Ye Yang, the master of both swords and swords, may not be the strongest, but he is definitely the one that no one in the top ten of the Hidden Dragon List wants to mess with.
Even if you win, you will lose thirty years of your life.
So since he killed Luo Shenxue with one sword, there has never been any challenger.
Dao Xinghe felt that he was suddenly getting older, and the years were passing by, and his face was full of shock, but the next time he suddenly broke out.
"I don't care about the regression of my life, I just want to have a vigorous fight with you."
Dao Xinghe slashed out with one strike, nothing unusual.
In other people's eyes.
This knife is neither intense nor exciting.
But the people watching.
But they were already breaking out in cold sweat.
Standing here is no ordinary person, especially there are a large number of swordsmanship masters, they can see the changes in this kind of swordsmanship.
It has reached the state of doing whatever one wants.
It can be called a knife in the heart.
The next moment, Ye Yang wielded the Thirteen Knives of Time again.
Dao Xinghe groaned.
Another thirty years have passed by in a blink of an eye.
"No!"
Dao Xinghe suddenly woke up.
This battle was too costly at the cost of sixty years of life.
But unfortunately, he couldn't solve his opponent in the fastest time.
And no one knows how many more cuts he can make.
Maybe one, maybe two.
If it's three swords, then with his two hundred years of life in the martial arts realm, he doesn't need to fight.
Just wait for death!
This made him flinch a little.
He still has a bright future. In fact, even now, he has been stabbed twice and his cultivation potential has been greatly reduced.
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This scene is not just about Dao Xinghe.
Even others are trembling in their hearts
"This boy is actually able to use the power of time so maturely."
"The power of time changes with vicissitudes. Even when we are old, it is difficult to comprehend the samadhi. I never thought that he could comprehend the true meaning of time at such a young age."
"It's rare, it's really rare."
The person next to him heard this voice, looked back at the old man, and then said.
"Venerable Mingshan, it's impossible for you to accept a disciple."
The venerable person hiding in the dark shook his head.
"It's a pity that I'm old and have long since stopped thinking about taking on a disciple."
"If it had been a hundred years earlier, I would have taken him under my wing no matter what."
"But I do have a special magic weapon from the Time Line here that can be handed over to him."
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Dao Xinghe felt a slight flinch in his heart.
This made him very angry. He had never had such complex emotions before. It was a kind of fear and confusion that the path was no longer there and that youth was gone.
Ye Yang keenly discovered this change in Dao Xinghe.
He found that Dao Xinghe's hand was trembling slightly, and his little finger moved down three points. He was hesitating whether to use the next knife.
"Brother Xinghe, why don't we just stop here today? You and I can be considered a draw."
"The battle between the two of us was just to achieve the path. Today we have gained a lot, so we should not fight each other to the death."
Ye Yang said.
In fact, he still has more than half of his magic power.
Thirteen swords of time consume too much.
The two sword strikes had already consumed all the mana.
Fortunately, he still had a bloody elixir in his hand.
Able to create another Thirteen Blades of Time technique.
Just like this, the mana in his body was exhausted, but there was also a scaly demon elephant in his sleeve that he had not used.
It’s just that this place is located in the Universiade Dynasty.
The demonic elephant swallowed the fragments of the evil words in the Book of Secrets, and he was afraid of attracting attention.
So it has never been released.
As for the six-winged blood centipede, which is suitable for sneak attacks, it may not be of much use against masters like Dao Xinghe who are full of swords.
Ye Yang said a word to comfort him with good intentions.
But Dao Xinghe suddenly seemed to be stimulated and became angry.
"Being born like an ant, one should have the ambition of a swan. Life is thinner than paper, and one should have an unyielding heart."
He thought of Ye Yang's talent and the origin of the other sect.
Thinking of his nickname, Bai Ergou, who lost his father when he was young, and who was still illiterate at the age of twelve, working for the farmer to herd cattle and support his old mother.
For a moment, I felt sad.
"Geniuses like you will never understand how hard I worked and how much I paid to catch up with you."
He yelled,
"I can't lose!"
The long sword was standing at an angle, and at this moment he made a breakthrough again.
Wisps of sword intent emanated from his body, sweeping through the world like a whirlwind.
"My sword is not in the sky or in the human heart, it is only in my hands."
"I have defeated countless geniuses and Taoists step by step. It is not a shame to be from a humble background. Only one who can bend and stretch can be a husband."
"He actually wanted to condense the heart of the sword in the air."
Everyone watched this scene intently.
In the world of cultivation, condensing the heart of the sword is a major difficulty for sword cultivators, and it is also a great leap forward in strength.
And being able to condense them in the air is even more difficult.
It means that the understanding of the sword's intention has reached an unimaginable state.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze due to this move, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.
He slowly raised his hands, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if he was having a silent dialogue with the sword intent between heaven and earth.
Those who had despised his background, those who looked down upon him, those who secretly laughed at him.
How can a person from a humble background understand the superior intention of the sword?
But now, what he has shown is a realm that even many disciples of famous families cannot reach.
I saw the index and middle fingers of his right hand pressed together, like an invisible long knife, slashing through the sky.
"I was once a nobody, but my ambition has never been extinguished. Today I am concentrating my sword heart not to prove anything."
"I just want to tell myself that no matter where you come from, as long as you have a knife in your heart, you can carve out your own path."
His words were calm and firm, hitting the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.
But that's it.
The movement in the sky stopped suddenly, and he did not continue.
The new realm of swordsmanship that condensed in general suddenly stopped.
Ye Yang looked at Dao Xinghe and sighed secretly.
"Brother Xinghe, you lost. Now your heart is no longer about the sword. Your heart is now about fame, wealth and power."
Ye Yang's words were like enlightenment, penetrating Dao Xinghe's heavy heart.
He thought of the glory of the Universiade Dynasty inviting him to lead Tianzihao, and the pleasure of having the power to control the life and death of others under one person and over ten thousand people.
He thought of the purpose of organizing the Canghai Fusheng Conference and launching this competition.
Isn't it just to let the one in the palace appreciate me?
A true swordsman’s heart is always with his sword.
The knife was once his partner and his soul.
It is his eyes, his ears, his mouth, the bridge between him and the world.
But now, that's not the case anymore.
This is the final blow, the decisive blow.
The knife fell.
People win.
The edge of this red sword is cold and sharp.
At this moment, the cold and sharp sword edge had penetrated into Dao Xinghe's chest, three inches into the flesh.
Dao Xinghe could even feel that the tip of the sword had touched his heart.
"I actually lost?"
Dao Xinghe murmured to himself, his face looking like the faint blue sky before the sun rises or after sunset.
Cold, deep, hazy, mysterious!
And a drop of blood on the chest slowly dripped down the sword.