Chapter 263

The full moon rises above the sea level and illuminates the Qiantang River.

The surging sea 'tide' rode the never-ending sea breeze, swooping from the distant sea, the sound was like thunder, with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and the sea, like ten thousand horses galloping, roaring and slapping towards the embankment.

In the midst of the turbulent sea 'tide', there is a light boat. The river 'tide' goes west, and the 'tide' tide forms a turbulent 'wave' wave, like a thousand horses galloping, hitting the 'bed' sand of the river, setting off a few zhang high 'wave' waves, when there is really a monstrous turbid 'wave' emptying out, turning over the river and pouring the sea and mountains can be destroyed. However, no matter how turbulent the 'waves' were, the light boat was as steady as a mountain, and the 'waves' that came from the mountains and seas were like tamed sheep when they passed through the thin light boat, with a calm and docile taste.

Dugufeng was on the independent light boat, leisurely watching the 'tide' come and go. Behind her was a rising full moon, like a halo above the head of the gods and Buddhas, bringing her an ancient and sacred taste, and the trade winds from the far sea blew her sleeves, and her clothes fluttered, fluttering 'desire' immortals, making her look as if she was about to leave the world.

Dugufeng looked at the mouth of the Qiantang River calmly, and clearly felt that there was a powerful soul there with a huge momentum like the great 'tide' of heaven and earth.

A flat boat appeared at the mouth of the Qiantang River, and Song Que's majestic body was independent of the bow.

The river 'tide' is unmanned on its own, Song Que's 'essence' spirit and the boat form an inseparable whole, without any oars, the boat seems to have a spiritual 'nature', against the surging sea 'tide', like a flying swift, suddenly rushed to the top of the 'wave', suddenly fell to the 'wave' valley, in the nature of the wonderful hand 'excited' 'swing' out of the various strange shape of the 'wave' wave free passage.

The moon is quietly sprinkled, the turbulent tide is stirring and the thunder is roaring, and the strange scene of contradiction and harmony is weaved.

The majestic Qiantang tide is constantly surging, and the back 'waves' push the front 'waves', layer upon layer, and the 'waves' can't help but accumulate and expand, and they press down head-on with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, teaching people to breathe hard.

The head of the 'tide' slapped on the embankment, the 'waves' and 'flowers' splashed everywhere, and the sharp whistling was like a ghost crying god, and the people who heard it were shocked.

Song Que's mind was unprecedentedly peaceful, and the thrilling and terrifying situation in front of him was only like a magic realm illusion that did not distract him in the slightest.

He felt that behind this violent and ferocious misfortune, there was an indescribable layer and beauty of nature. His 'spirit' spirit merged with an incomparably huge force in the depths of nature, and the 'spirit' spirit was like layers of 'waves', constantly rising up. In an instant, he seemed to travel through time and space, and returned to the time when he drove a boat to create the Three Gorges.

The sound of cracking and grinding sounded at the bottom of the boat, a huge 'wave' sent people and ships effortlessly into the sky without strength, Song Que Rushan stone's carved face did not have half a bit of moving 'color', and the perfect moonlight swayed down, just shrouding him in the golden 'color' light, it was he who seemed to have a divine 'nature' that transcended time.

Dugu Feng's slender 'straight' body stood proudly at the head of the boat, smiling happily, with long-lost expectations and 'excitement', and unreservedly focused his eyes on Song Que who was standing in the air.

The eyes of the two 'met', and the heavens and the earth changed immediately.

The two spiritual wills carrying a huge 'spirit' divine power collided together without reservation, and in an instant, the bright moon in the clear sky, the surging 'waves' and 'tides', and the roaring thunder completely disappeared in the vision of the two. The invisible 'confrontation' of the power wrapped in the huge momentum in the void 'stirred' and 'swinging' the brilliant and 'chaotic' terrifying qi.

At this moment, Dugufeng and Song Que only had each other in their world, and the 'spirit' divine power locked each other unreservedly. There is no need to speak, no words, the sword and the sword 'clash', there is no need for the temptation of words, they will naturally understand each other and interpret each other in each other's contention.

The angry 'tide' rushed to the embankment, swept back again, and collided with the subsequent 'waves' fiercely, 'stirring' up the water column that soared into the sky. Song Que's figure rose inch by inch, his right hand slowly and steadily leaned behind him, and every inch of movement remained at the same speed, as if they were still connected pictures.

Xu Ziling and Duan 'Yu', who were watching the battle on the embankment, were dazzled and surprised, knowing that even in the deepest state of meditation, the human body is moving at an undetectable speed all the time, and this movement is extremely chaotic and chaotic, with different speeds and completely impossible to grasp, so it is impossible to balance the speed of the human body. It is very rare for a human movement to be able to maintain a certain speed in general. You must know that any action is made up of countless actions in series, how can there be a bit of fast, slow and light between the actions and the movements, and the series of actions that make up Song Que's probe to take the knife back, each action is like the repeated casting of the previous action, which is already an unbelievable miracle in itself, this seemingly simple action contains an extremely mysterious artistic conception and the ability to control the body 'fine' and subtle. How not to teach them not to look dumbfounded, unbelievable.

Dugu Feng stepped on the boat, standing on the head of the 'tide', his eyes shining, looking at Song Que deeply.

Song Que's sword drawing action is as if it is combined with heaven and earth and the deeper ontology that is always hidden behind it, and it is full of the flavor of the ever-changing law in the immutability. There is not the slightest gap or flaw to be found, and it makes people feel that the first knife that comes with his starting style must be earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods, without beginning and ending. At this point, the path of the sword has reached the level of ghosts and gods.

When Song Que's figure rose to the highest point, Song Que happened to hold the handle of the Heavenly Sword no more, no less than half a centimeter. At the moment when his figure began to decline, Song Que accelerated.

"Knort"!

The heavenly knife is out of the sheath.

Heaven and earth are 'crossed', and the 'tide' of the Qiantang River is no longer the previous 'tide' of the Qiantang River, and the surging 'tide' seems to have suddenly "lived", but is full of murderous atmosphere, rolling up the huge 'wave' that soars into the sky, roaring and rushing to the boat where Dugu Feng stands tall.

The heavenly sword slashed into the void, the sword light flashed, and the vitality and death qi of heaven and earth were all concentrated at the blade, and the stars and moon in the sky immediately lost their color. It feels weird and weird, indescribable, indescribable.

In an instant, Song Que's figure disappeared out of thin air. What he saw, what God felt, he couldn't see Song Que anymore, and after what the onlookers saw, he only "saw" the heavenly sword breaking through the sky, crossing the space of ten zhang, and hitting Dugu Feng directly.

The heavenly knife cut through the sky, but surprisingly did not bring any sound of breaking the wind, nor did he have the slightest sword energy, but Xu Ziling, who was dozens of zhang away from the battle, clearly grasped that Song Que's knife shrouded the sky, and there was no other choice except for hard work. At this moment, the sky is a knife, the moonlight is a knife, and the roaring "wave" and "tide" are also knives. This kind of divine sword technique has exceeded the imagination of people, and it has surpassed the level of the mundane and risen to the realm of the Tao.

Xu Ziling and Duan 'Yu' were shocked and lost their "color", in the face of this unstoppable knife that dominated the heavens and the earth, as if the way of heaven was irresistible, they didn't know how to dodge and block at all, and they could only kill them involuntarily. The Heavenly Sword Technique was so earth-shattering, completely surpassing any master they knew. At this moment, their confidence in their master's victory in this battle involuntarily wavered.

Song Shidao grabbed the sea embankment, and what he saw was the first moment when Song Que took the knife in his hand. He couldn't believe his eyes, although he grew up listening to his father's victories over opponents, he had already established an invincible image of his father in his mind. But he didn't expect his father's martial arts to be completely beyond his imagination. At this moment, he couldn't help but worry about Dugufeng, and he didn't even dare to look at it anymore, for fear of seeing Dugufeng fall under his father's knife.

At the moment when Song Que suddenly grasped the handle of the knife, the joy and anticipation in Dugu Feng's eyes all faded, turning into a calm like the eternal bright moon. Her right hand moved, and in the next moment, she was already holding the hilt of the knife.

"Knort"!

The sword of the sky is unsheathed.

Dugufeng's 'spirit' is highly concentrated, all thoughts, all perceptions, all condensed at this moment, time stagnates, divine thoughts freeze space, the flowing sea breeze, the surging 'tide' head, at this moment becomes a static picture, instantly into eternity, instant into eternity.

Dugu Feng thinks far away, traveling through endless time and space.

It was a sunny afternoon, and he waited restlessly at the school gate, his chest full of love and expectation beating uneasily like a deer. That's the budding and sweetness of first love.

It was the dusk of the willows on the moon, he was side by side with her in the shade of the lake, plucked up the courage to hold her hand, there was no expected refusal, only a smile quietly rising from the corner of her mouth, and at that moment, he held the whole world.

That's a ......

The journey of life is so 'fine' and colorful, the passage of time washes away the impetuous heart, but leaves that touching moment!

In the infinite distance of divine thought, the Heavenly Sword quietly came out of its sheath. There is no extreme speed beyond the ability of visual capture, there is no sharp sword qi that sets off turbulent 'waves', and there is no mysterious artistic conception that makes people perceive the wrong 'chaos'. The Heavenly Sword was like a pool of autumn water, unsheathed, and the sword light was not slow or fast, and it met at a constant and stable speed.