Chapter 219: The Sword of Determination

The wooden sword was horizontal in the sky, and its transformation was not yet complete, accompanied by a melodious sword sound, and a terrifying coercion filled the sky like a wave.

There was also a hanging cloud in the distant sky, it was the white cloud formed by Li Qinglian's previous sword intent, and at this moment it fell down with a majestic momentum.

Hundreds of miles of clouds fell, looking like a waterfall falling from the sky, under the gaze of countless eyes, swept past the national teacher, and merged with the sea of swords below.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

When Bai Yun and thousands of sword weapons met, they immediately erupted into an earth-shattering sound, and there was an incomparably bright light.

The sun-like light seemed to cover the sky, and the terrifying sound of swords shook the sky.

In this case, the spectators below all felt that their eyes were stinging and their ears were sore. But one by one, they still covered their ears, squinted their eyes, endured their physical discomfort, and stared at the scene above.

This decisive battle is enough to write down in the history books, and no matter what the outcome is, they are all witnesses to history.

The two figures in the sky became more and more blurred under the strong light, and were finally engulfed by the sword light.

Then a violent force spread out from the sky, turning into a storm and sweeping in all directions.

The wind howled, and the white clouds rolled upside down.

The whole heaven and earth were full of rumbling sword sounds, and the white light covering the sky lasted for a long time, and everyone was so frightened that they didn't dare to speak.

"What a decisive sword!!" Lin Xuan's face was full of emotion, his face was pale, and his breath was vibrating.

Under his perception, Li Qinglian's sword is a sword that has no back and forth, and it only has one sword against anyone and anything that stands in front of him.

It is said that his sword has never returned, precisely because he only produces one sword, and will never produce a second sword.

One sword divides victory and defeat! One sword divides life and death!

When he fights with anyone, he only shoots a sword, a decisive and killing sword!

Such a fierce and crazy sword will face defeat, because it is not a sword of victory, but a sword of determination. But for it, once it loses, it may be difficult to wield the same sword for the rest of its life.

Such a person, such a sword, he can only lose once in his life, and he can only lose once in his life.

The first time I lost, the sword intent was frustrated, the sword moves became weaker, and I was no longer domineering, but I could stand up after breaking and getting stronger and stronger, like a resurgence and a new life.

It can lose once, it can lose once, but it can't lose again.

One can be one, no two.

He had indeed lost before, losing to the invincible national teacher.

It's just that Li Qinglian became more and more courageous, crossed the threshold in her heart, and now became stronger.

If such a sword loses again, then the person who wields the sword will not be able to use the sword again for the rest of his life.

Victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, but such an invincible sword can only lose once in his life.

This decisive sword has already been defeated once, if it loses to the national teacher again, and then loses to the same person, then Li Qinglian will never be able to pick up the sword in her heart again in her life, and she will never be able to use this incomparable decisive swordsmanship again.

"Good sword!!"

The face of the national teacher Gujing Wubo was finally moved, a look of appreciation appeared in his eyes, and his voice gradually became excited.

"He is worthy of being the top swordsman in the world today, the world says how powerful the national teacher is, how invincible Emperor Qin is, but at our age, no one can use such a sword move!"

He stood in the void, with layers of terrifying aura rippling around him, and the invisible qi waves that were difficult to describe in words seemed to be able to open the heavens and the earth, but the seemingly ordinary figure of the national teacher did not move at all, and was not affected in the slightest.

Yan Wenxuan in front of the palace, he stared at the national teacher in the sky, his pupils shrank slightly, and his face was full of solemnity.

"His sword is close to the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world, even if I am replaced to resist this move, I may have to become a revenant under the sword, but our national teacher of Great Qin is so understated......"

He clenched his fists, and the green tendons on his white hands flare.

In front of him, there stood a heroic female general and tens of thousands of soldiers.

"You don't retreat quickly, otherwise we will definitely let the so-called first son of the world, the dragon soaring from the sky again, become a loach that can't turn over!"

A cold voice broke Yan Wenxuan's contemplation, he raised his head and smiled slightly, a hint of brilliance flashed on his face.

"If you kill her, that supreme Qin Emperor will definitely kill me personally, and then you can see which side he is on!"

As soon as the words fell, a suffocating killing intent was fleeting, and in an instant, Yan Wenxuan's breath was disordered.

The temperature at the entrance of the palace dropped rapidly, like an ice cave.

From beginning to end, only Yan Wenxuan was the only one who sensed this abnormality, and no one other than him was different.

"What a stinginess!!!" he closed his eyes, sneered in a low voice, and began to breathe wholeheartedly.

"Then don't kill her, you owe me a favor!"

There is no need to watch the decisive battle above, because the results are already out.

The next game is a life-and-death battle between him and them, and there can be no mistakes.

......

"I have a sword that can split the sky and break the mountains and seas!!"

"With such a sword, can I kill you!!"

Tens of thousands of long swords converged into a sea of swords, and at the very front of the sea of swords, there was a wooden sword, like the existence of the stars holding the moon, making countless sword weapons tremble.

The sword weapons floating in the sky are like countless stars in the sky, the tip of each sword is facing downward, and the sword body is constantly buzzing, as if bowing.

Not only Chang'an City, but also the people in other places have discovered a vision.

Almost everyone's swords fell off, they were plugged into electricity, and the body of the sword trembled, as if facing the east like a pilgrimage.

A thousand miles away from Chang'an, there is a quiet valley with two grass houses in the valley.

A graceful figure held a long sword, looking boredly at the scenery of the mountain.

She was wearing a long yellow dress, with beautiful hair draped over her shoulders, and the whole person looked beautiful and refined.

This woman is holding a blood-colored long sword in her hand, that sword has a strange magical power, anyone who looks at this sword will feel as if they are in a mountain of swords and a sea of swords, and every inch of skin on the whole body will be cracked.

It's just a three-foot-long sword, but it gives people a kind of unparalleled momentum like thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

There is only one sword weapon in the world that can have this style just by virtue of its own momentum, and that is the sword of Senior Brother Jianzun, the Red Lotus Blood Sword.

"What's going on?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded, breaking the unchanging silence of the valley.

"There are a total of 9,999 green bamboos in this valley, each of which is transformed by the old man's sword intent, he said back then, as long as I can make all the leaves of this bamboo forest fall, I can go down the mountain and go to the rivers and lakes to have a look......"

"But why is this happening now?"

In an instant, all the bamboo leaves in the entire valley fell, and the leaves that were helpless even if it were thunder and rainstorm fell to the ground silently.

She had seen a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket slash through the bamboo forest, but not a single leaf had fallen.

Since the old man exuded his sword intent, not a single bamboo leaf has fallen in the entire bamboo forest for more than ten years, but today it is all gone silently.

Although there was wind all around, it was just an ordinary breeze, which could not have had an effect on the forest at all.

What's really strange is that the bamboo leaves don't just fall to the ground, all the bamboo leaves are planted in the ground at an angle, and the tips of the leaves are straight to the east.

"Buzz!"

The faint sound of the sword suddenly sounded in the valley, and the woman in the yellow dress suddenly found that the long sword in her hand trembled uncontrollably, and finally let out of her hand with a mournful sound, and the tip of the sword was also facing the east.

"Click!

A clear voice caught the woman's attention, and she looked up, her heart was full of monstrous waves, and her mind was buzzing.

All the bamboos were bent down, as if an invisible force was pulling them, and it was like a courtier in the world worshipping the emperor.

"Remember the day, remember the feeling ......"

The old man's voice sounded from the grass, and the woman's expression changed slightly, and she bowed down.

"This is your senior brother's sword, he is the emperor of the sword, and he is also the person you will defeat in the future!"

The woman took a deep breath, her face was bitter, and under the master's sword intent, her body was like fluttering in the wind, unable to move.

What's more, the other party's sword intent even caused such a landscape, and even the master's sword intent couldn't help but go to worship.

This person, how can she beat it?

"The image of the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty, even Jian Zun didn't have such an achievement back then, what is he relying on?" the woman gasped, and there was a shock between her eyebrows that could not be concealed.

"Old man, you should know what this means, such a person is destined to surpass Sword Venerable in the future, what should I fight him?"

Sen Leng's chill began to condense on her, and only one killing intent that was ready to be launched was enough to make ninety percent of the people in the rivers and lakes want to be broken.

"He will never be able to use a sword again, no matter what the victory or defeat, no matter whether his enemies live or die!"

"This sword is beyond his boundary, and it is also a trick that he can't master, as long as someone uses this move, he will be cursed by the sword!"

The old and indifferent voice came out again, and all the visions of the valley disappeared.

The bamboo leaves flew back to the green bamboo again, and the blood-colored sword also floated into the woman's hand.

"The sword intent that I exuded was only sixty percent of my strength, which was originally used to train you, but I didn't expect it to be broken by Karl's kid, his sword was destined to surpass me, but it will be impossible in the future!!"

"Why?" the woman asked.

"He squeezed his own potential, and turned all his sword intent and all the sword moves in his heart into a decisive sword, and for this alone, he couldn't use the sword anymore!"

"What else?"

"He's going to lose!!"

"Why?"

"That kid only cultivates one sword in his life, he can only lose once in his life, he has lost once before, and now he must not lose again, if he loses, he can't be a swordsman, and he can't use otherworldly swordsmanship. ”

The woman had more questions, but no matter what she said, no one answered.

The wind blew, and the valley fell silent again.