Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 242

[Chapter two hundred and forty-two the momentum of life and death]

Outside the gate of Abandoned Sword Villa.

Fu Potian stood up.

He can’t see.

But he didn’t need to see either.

Apart from the sword, there is nothing else. Those heaven-shattering Daoists were all driven several dozen feet away by his icy murderous aura.

And he, alone, with a red scabbard sword, unable to open his eyes, with a shaggy head and bare feet, walked alone on the road of seeking the Way at the gate of Abandoned Sword Villa.

Every step seems to have been accurately measured, not more than an inch, not less than a point.

The black robe stretched out in the wind, and because of the sword intent that permeated the air, it turned into silky strips of cloth. Every step of the way, it was cut off and scattered in the air, as if evoking the soul.

He is calm and firm, and he has no other goals other than Abandoned Sword Villa.

“Daoist!”

“Daoist!”

The Daoists of Potian called out from behind, but Fu Potian turned a deaf ear.

When the Dayue Dynasty fell, his obsessions had dissipated, and he put it down again. Now there is no sadness or joy in his chest, but only a knife.

——Blood-quenching knife.

The red scabbard and red sword are brighter than blood and deeper than fear.

The knife swayed in the wind, making a crisp sound like a wind chime.

The voice, with its soul-stirring magic power, makes people feel bored in the chest. Even if they are far away from the mountains and rivers, they have to use their strength to resist, and they can barely stay awake.

“This… what kind of martial arts realm is this!”

“Fu Potian has become a magic knife!”

“Look at his eyes! He’s blind!”

In the crowd, there was exclamation.

“Shh…”

The killing intent pervading Fu Potian’s body made people feel horrified. Someone quickly reminded the reckless young people not to mention the word “blind”.

Fortunately, Fu Potian didn’t pay attention to this at all.

“The third son of Shen came out!”

At this time, there was also a commotion in the Abandoned Sword Villa, and everyone could see from a distance that Shen Zhenyi was the leader, and the people of the villa rushed out and walked in the direction of Fu Potian.

This earth-shattering battle is finally about to begin.

Fu Potian had already walked right under the bronze sword at the entrance of Abandoned Sword Villa.

Shen Zhenyi was walking slowly on the garden path.

The three disciples, Zi Ningjun, Chu Huoluo, and Princess Long followed behind him, followed by Shen Shou and others.

He was calm and calm, like going out to enjoy flowers, full of vitality.

The momentum of this life and extinction collided, making people tremble, as if it was the delivery of day and night.

The two were about a hundred feet apart, and they stopped in unison.

Quietly confronted, not saying a word for a long time.

But the battle between life and death has never stopped, one side is night and the other is day.

The moon’s eye is in the sky, the sun is in the north, and the stars are in the south.

At the junction of darkness and day, countless swirls of yin and yang fish Taiji swirls were formed, and they were mixed together, making a tearing roar.

Between the two is the dividing line between light and darkness, life and death.

On Shen Zhenyi’s side, the flowers and trees are thriving and fragrant;

On Fu Potian’s side, everything withered, and even the land began to become desertified.

The ground could not support this imbalance, and it gradually tore apart, revealing a huge gap.

“This can be repaired later!”

Chu Huoruo secretly complained, and after Shen Zhenyi said three ways to break it, she regained some confidence and her face became more rosy.

It’s really not worth it to do it at your own door.

It cost a lot of money to repair the White Pagoda last time, and I don’t know how much it will cost this time.

If there is another next time, Master wants to kill the moon flying immortal, then it is better to go to someone else’s place to do it.

Shen Zhenyi and Fu Potian were still facing each other, no one expected that the one who spoke first was Fu Potian who was like a dead man.

“You and I, I haven’t seen you for four hundred years. Four hundred years ago, I always wanted to know your sword, and I wanted people to know whether your sword is stronger or mine is sharper.”

His voice was quiet, like a metallic voice.

No anger, fear, or other extra emotions, just a silent statement of a fact.

Shen Zhenyi smiled and raised his head, as if recalling the past, but of course he still didn’t know what it meant to be polite.

“Back then, you were not qualified to let me out with a sword.”

So domineering!

Zi Ningjun was used to it, the Lord of Long County showed a divine light, and Chu Huoruo secretly applauded.

As long as Master maintains this rhythm, he will definitely not lose.

Fu Potian was not angry.

He actually smiled and nodded, “It was my wishful thinking back then, if four hundred years ago, your strength was as good as it is now, and you could crush me with just one finger. The reason why you have been ignoring my challenge seems to be because To give me face.”

Between friends, if the difference is too far, it is often a little embarrassing.

“I didn’t think about it that much either.”

Shen Zhenyi was reluctant to recall the past.

Four hundred years ago, he was just a passerby who could not control his actions. Even if his strength was stronger than now, there is nothing to be commended.

What he has is an infinite future.

——It is the supreme swordsmanship!

“good.”

Fu Potian also stopped the topic, “I don’t want to recall the past.”

Back then, he had a lover by his pillow, and his knife was not alone.

His people are not heartless.

——But now, things are right and wrong, he is going to kill his best friend, and he has already lost his most intimate lover.

“I heard that you want to give me three knives?”

In Fu Potian’s white eyes, a flash of light flashed.

Shen Zhenyi did not refute, “I’m not looking down on you, but I can raise your sword to the purest realm, which may make things more interesting.”

He never lies, and he doesn’t bother to lie.

Fu Potian stood quietly opposite Shen Zhenyi, tilting his head, obviously not seeing him, but he seemed to be looking at him up and down.

After a long time, Fu Pocai sighed: “Shen San Gongzi, how much confidence do you have in your swordsmanship, so you dare to be so arrogant?”

“Forty-nine days ago, you had the opportunity to kill me, but you didn’t do it.”

“Now, looking back on that year, my mind is floating, and I have left the realm of ruthless Dao, and you have a chance to win against me.”

“You let it go again and again. When my knife is really flawless, even you may not be able to dodge that shocking knife!”

What kind of poisonous dragon his knife will become at that time, even he can’t imagine it himself.

Shen Zhenyi smiled.

“Because, my goal has never been to beat you.”

If it’s going to beat you, it’s easy.

Shen Zhenyi has 10,000 chances to put Fu Potian to death, or completely imprison his cultivation, just like the emperor of the Dayue Dynasty, so that he will never gain an inch.

But that becomes pointless.

Shen Zhenyi’s goal was never to simply win.

He is willing to wait.

——Wait for the moment when Fu Potian’s saber technique is perfect.

Because only when the most perfect sword collided with the sword, they had a chance to go beyond the limit——

–cut! moon! fly! Fairy!

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