Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Sword of Fortune at Hand

The rain powder outside occasionally floated in, as if encountering an invisible restraining force, gathered into crystal droplets in front of Li Zhichang, Li Zhichang blew lightly, and the raindrops scattered on the clean ground, forming a portrait.

I couldn't see the face of the figure clearly, but I stood with my sword in my hand, as if I was about to stand up from the ground.

Dugu Feng sighed and said, "Your "Imperial Ten Thousand Laws Root Wisdom Sutra" was completed so quickly?"

Li Zhichang said: "The original realm has arrived, and it is very simple to practice, this exercise is indeed a bit wonderful, but my root is still Mingyu Gong, and I am just a little curious to take it." ”

Dugu Feng stared at the figure formed by the water traces on the ground, and said: "This portrait is the heavenly knife in your mind, the shape is scattered and the god is full, and the knife intent is between existence and none, which is really terrifying." "In the end, the two words terrible don't know if they are talking about Li Zhichang or Song Que.

Li Zhichang waved his sleeves and said softly: "Song Que is enough to be my opponent, there is no doubt about it." You say that we are not a life-and-death fight, so this is the most difficult place, to the point where we are, regardless of life and death, where can we come from?"

Dugu Feng shook his head and said, "This is your business, not mine." With that, he disappeared into the wind and rain.

I don't know when a man in white with long hair and a shawl appeared, looking up at the wind and rain, the rain soaked the man's clothes, and the man never turned around to take shelter from the rain, even if he didn't see the man's front, Li Zhichang could also feel the man's deep affection for the wind and rain.

Li Zhichang said lightly: "Are you thinking about what life is?"

The man in white turned around slowly. Anyone who sees the back of the man in white will think that he has a near-perfect face, but the opposite is true. The man in white has a strange and ugly appearance that is by no means handsome.

He had an unusually narrow face, all of which were flaws that no one wanted to have, more like a crowd in a heap, which made his forehead look particularly high, his chin slender and a little prodigal, and the bridge of his nose curved but unusually high and huge, making his eyes and mouth even more small in comparison. Fortunately, there is a long black hair that is draped over the shoulders, which reconciles the incongruity between broad shoulders and narrow faces. Otherwise, it will be even more awkward and weird.

Li Zhichang chuckled and said, "Few people in the world must know that since the peerless sword saint Yan Fei, the most elegant swordsman Fu Cailin will actually be an ugly monster. ”

Fu Cailin said leisurely: "But I know that 'Daojun' will not be surprised, life is so mysterious. In order to create different great characters, beauty and ugliness lie in different experiences, and there is no need to be judged by ordinary people. ”

Li Zhichang said: "Do you want to come to see me because you are not sure of winning the battle with Ye Gucheng, after all, if you die, it is a pity not to be able to see such an outstanding person as me." ”

Fu Cailin was surprised: "This is exactly what I think in my heart, to be honest, there are only five people who can sit and talk with me all over the world, and only Ye Gucheng and Daojun I have never seen." Ye Gucheng is going to fight me in a decisive battle, so naturally I can see it, but I am uncertain about my life and death in the battle of the East China Sea. It's a pity not to come to see a character like Daojun. ”

Li Zhichang chuckled and said: "I think you are not afraid of regret but looking for confidence, Fu Cailin, you haven't done anything with someone for a long time, I'm afraid you will forget it." ”

Fu Cailin's gaze was deep on Li Zhichang, and he said casually: "Martial arts is just a reliance I use to pursue the beauty of life, not something I pursue. However, if I die, it will be difficult for Goryeo to continue to survive in this world of the jungle. This is also the reason why I can't die, Daojun is right, I am indeed looking for confidence, because I can't lose. ”

Li Zhichang was not surprised by Fu Cailin's confession, and he could also feel the contradiction in Fu Cailin's heart, obviously wanting to struggle out of the quagmire in the world, but he had to shoulder the mission of defending the country under the threat of the destruction of the country and the annihilation.

Just because he can't let go but wants to let go, just as he pursues the beauty of life, but still retains his ugly face, which is also a portrayal of his mood. It is precisely because of this sense of contradiction that Fu Cailin cannot reach the realm of Yan Fei, and it will never be possible to glimpse the mystery of the broken void.

Li Zhichang casually held the Impermanence Sword resting on the stone table, and said slowly: "Since you are here, let me have a good experience of Yi Sword Technique, I believe I will not disappoint you." ”

At the same time, Fu Cailin's sword was also slowly unsheathed, when the two of them took out the sword at the same time, the stone pavilion, the stone table, and the wind and rain outside seemed to have a wonderful stagnation, the picture of heaven and earth was frozen at this moment, the eyes of the two collided invisibly in the air, and the first confrontation had begun. Fu Cailin didn't know that Li Zhichang was already at the same level as him, and because of this, Li Zhichang was his best sword opponent.

Ye Gucheng's sword is a killing sword, while Li Zhichang's sword is a Dao sword, and it is difficult to judge the swordsmanship of the two, but both of them are Fu Cailin's most exciting opponents.

When the blades of the Impermanence Sword and the Yi Sword were all naked~ exposed to the air, Li Zhichang felt that everything around him disappeared, and he could only see the swaying blade of the Yi Sword, as if this sword blade was about to open an unfathomable source.

He knew that it was only because Fu Cailin was too strong, so he made his spirit highly concentrated to deal with Fu Cailin's next offensive. If you think that Fu Cailin's sword technique is the martial art of preemptive strikes first, it is a big mistake.

Fu Cailin's sword is not an ordinary layout to drive the enemy into the various situations he has already laid out, so as to judge the opponent's next actions, but to feel the eternal and unchanging rules of heaven and earth, so as to speculate on the changes of the opponent between heaven and earth, and then the sword is superb.

The sword made a thunderous sound, coming from the nine heavens, Li Zhichang's first sword was already beyond the speed of sound, and there was no change in the attack towards Fu Cailin, only this sword, when today, can follow no more than the number of hands.

Yijian glowed with a cyan halo, drawing a mysterious line, and the rain in the sky condensed into a trickle ~ trickle, which condensed in the edge of Yijian in an incredible moment, and the straight waterline accurately shot at the tip of the impermanence sword, blocking this sword beyond the speed of sound. This qiē only happened between lightning and fire, but if either of them was slightly weaker, it would end up with serious injuries.

Fu Cailin's swordsmanship and Ye Gucheng's Flying Immortals outside the sky are the most beautiful swordsmanship in the world, which even Li Zhichang has to admire. Even though he can imitate the flying immortals outside the sky, he can't make the unique beauty of Ye Gucheng after all. (To be continued)

ps: Thanks for the tip R655 for diving first