The misery begins with the sinner

Chapter 11 Sword Art
Point of no return, point of no return!
No one returns on the road, the grass is overgrown, and there is no trace of anyone.

Crows crow and bones pave the way!
Over the years, no one may have known how many lives and deaths we have witnessed on the road of no return, how many heroes have met their end, and how many heroes have fallen.

Today, a duel that has already spread throughout the world will begin here.

Tan Xiqi's steps were firm and steady, dragging a huge sacred tree behind him and stepping on the dead leaves. He had been waiting for a long time.

And on the distant peak, all the forces in today's martial arts world are also quietly waiting for the start of this showdown.

"The fishes are swimming in the boiling cauldron without knowing the sun, and the birds are waiting for the wind to overturn their dangerous nests.

The present body and name are both destroyed, but the eternal flow of rivers will not be wasted. "

In the indifferent poem, the sword is close at hand and the body is relaxed, just like an ordinary person who does not know martial arts, walking to the scene of the duel in vain.

Their eyes met, and Tan Xiqi felt a sense of surprise in his heart.

"I haven't seen you in just a few days, but you have become different!"

"Not bad!" Jian Jiuchi nodded slightly in agreement, but his eyes fell on the sacred tree behind Tan Xiqi. He smiled indifferently and said: "You are as arrogant as ever!"

Tan Xiqi slowly took off his gloves, revealing a pair of mutilated hands.

"You are the top swordsman. Today I will defeat you with the highest level of natural swordsmanship and the strength of the universe!"

As he spoke, Tan Xiqi circulated the pure sword energy and poured it into his palms to replace the disabled hands. Then he turned around and shattered the sacred wood behind him with a palm, and started carving his own sword.

In this regard, the sword was indifferent, neither happy nor sad, but his eyes turned to the direction of Daozhen.

On the peak not far away, Jian Feidao and Chaos Kuangdao came hand in hand, keeping an eye on the battle situation.

After confirming that the person had arrived, he said leisurely: "You made a deal with Youdu, using the traces of the wind in exchange for Wang Xiaoran's return.

As a brother, you are doing well!

But as a swordsman, you couldn't be more wrong! "

Regarding what he had done, Tan Xiqi did not deny it, and replied: "I have stood in the sword spring for hundreds of years, comprehending the natural way of swordsmanship, and finally learned one word - giving up!

In the end, I cut off my hands, thinking that no one in the world could let me lift the sword. But today, in order to take revenge, I had to lift the sword again! "

The huge sacred tree finally took shape under the continuous reduction of pure sword energy. Tan Xiqi held the sword in his hand, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

However, in the next moment, he saw the sword close at hand and slowly turned around, raising his arm slightly, condensing his fingers into a sword, and letting out a strong sword breath.

"I originally thought that this battle would take some effort. But now it seems that I still think highly of you after all! Draw your sword!"

Contempt, naked contempt! The act of bringing the sword close was like a steel needle, piercing into Tan Xiqi's heart.

The Divine Wood Sword was instantly released, and the sword was swung out, turning into an endless edge.

The sword moves like a knife, a spear, an axe, or a fist, instantly sealing the flaws in the sword's body.

The sword-turned-hundred-weapons first showed their sharpness, and everyone watching the battle was horrified.

The sword is close at hand and the arm is lightly raised. He can pinch it with his hand and stab, chop, point, tease, pick, collapse, cut, cut, wipe, cut, cloud, hang, frame, whatever he wants.

The mediocre sword moves are always just right to defeat Tan Xiqi's magnificent sword moves.

One person is gorgeous and the other person is unremarkable. You come and I come and go, but we are evenly matched.

"It's specious and nothing new! If this is your sword, it would disappoint me!"

Focusing on winning, Tan Xiqi's sword skills became more and more powerful. Faced with the sword being so close, he felt inexplicably angry and used his ultimate move instantly.

"Swordsmanship - Feng Lei Tian!"

The sword transforms into wind and thunder, and the body resembles a dragon, tiger and soaring into the clouds. With one ultimate move, he wants to change the situation of the battle.

"This is interesting! The clear sky melts the snow!"

Without retreating even an inch, the sword moved in the Ice and Snow Sword Style, and the surrounding world changed drastically in an instant.

Amid the blizzard, a ray of rising sun rises, and a trace of the glorious warmth of life rises from the sky full of wind and snow.

Just when the sword of Tan Xiqi was about to get close to the sword, dazzling light shone out from the wind and snow.

"How is that possible!"

Tan Xiqi said a word of surprise, and instantly realized the danger. He stepped on the void, changed his moves in the air, and blocked the sword horizontally.

I felt an overbearing force coming towards me, and the sacred tree sword in my hand failed to show off its power and turned into ashes.

Chu Qing's sword moves were endless, and she suddenly saw red after sighing.

He didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory. From the beginning to the end, with the sword close at hand, it seemed that Tan Xiqi had never even glanced at him.

"Is this your limit? Now that you have understood the word "sacrifice"! But from beginning to end, have you ever given up anything with your sword?"

Tan Xiqi's theory must be strong, but it is a pity that there is no theory, but it cannot be used. Even the sword's heart has been involved in many calculations and is no longer pure.

The conclusion is that the sect of the Hundred Weapons, but we don’t know why the Hundred Weapons were born. The strongest ones are always the people who use weapons, not the weapons.

He regards the sword as his faith, and under his crazy worship, he wonders that he must conquer all generations.

Using swords to use swords, guns and other weapons to move is just a subjective obsession. Can't other weapons be used for sword moves?
He claims to understand the natural principles of swordsmanship, but when he makes his moves, he goes too far and does so deliberately.

Everything in the world can be used as a sword, but you don’t know where your own sword is!
With the sword so close, I just feel pathetic, looking down on everything from a high place, but I don't know that I am also a clown that others look down on!

"How could this be?"

It was hard to accept that he would be defeated by the simplest move. Tan Xiqi didn't want to believe what was happening in front of him. The realization that took a few months seemed like child's play at this moment.

Not wanting to lose, Tan Xiqi took hold of his right hand and immediately grasped a gorgeous empty sword.

"The sword technique will be official next! Accept the shock! The sword technique - the extreme of darkness!"

The undercurrent of the torrential waves robbed the world of light, and the boundless and endless pressure of the sword swallowed it up, covering all directions.

From the beginning to the end, the sword has not moved even half a step. Looking at the rush of swords, he frowns slightly.

"The swordsmanship is good, but it is flashy, too scattered and the power is greatly reduced! What a pity! The sword seems to be powerful, but it is just a paper tiger!"

During the words, the sword condensed ten thousand swords into one finger, and the purest sword energy turned into a giant sword several feet long and swayed out.

The moment the two swords collided, a huge force swept across all directions, and the terrain around the point of no return suddenly changed.

The steps that have never moved are now slightly taking a half step back!

Seeing such a scene, Tan Xiqi's heart sank, knowing that he was in danger in this battle.

I saw the sword close at hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Not bad! Although the person who wields the sword is a little worse, he was able to make me take half a step back, which deserves praise!"

Along with the words, an indescribable aura of danger suddenly enveloped Tan Xiqi's heart.

Immediately, he saw a simple long sword, which appeared in his hand at some point.

All parties watching the battle also understand that the outcome will be decided next!
"You said your sword skills are natural! I have a sword, please taste it!"

As soon as the words fell, a surging sword intent rose into the sky, and in an instant, the wind and clouds in the world were startled away, within a radius of a hundred miles.

Countless swords vibrated, unsheathed themselves, and flew to the direction of the sword.

The masters from all sides who were watching the battle, including many masters of swordsmanship, all grasped their swords tightly for a while.

He looked in horror at where the sword was so close!
As the opponent, Tan Xiqi was even more frightened at this time. He actually had the urge to throw out the Heaven and Earth Sky Sword in his hand.

The man in front of him actually used the ancient sword as a guide to order Wan Jian to surrender.

For a time, the countless vegetation and rocks on the entire road of no return seemed to be affected and turned into countless long swords.

Hovering around the sword.

"Everything in the world can be used as a sword! How is it possible?" It was hard to accept, let alone understand, but Tan Xiqi also understood that he had to block this sword, otherwise he would die.

With this thought in mind, he didn't dare to delay, so he used all his strength to fight with his strongest move.

"The best in the world, the only one in the world! Swordsmanship - the ultimate in the universe!"

In one move, Tan Xiqi went all out, using his sword to establish the master of hundreds of weapons, absorbing the endless swordsmanship and catalyzing the sword to the extreme.

The ultimate death-defying move, the method of nature, has become the most powerful sword in this life. It is strange that the swords of man and man can be combined into one, and they can stand alone against the torrent of thousands of swords.

In the sonorous sound, the heaven and earth were instantly destroyed, and the road of no return suddenly turned into chaos.

As a former friend of Tan Xiqi, Jian Feidao, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but feel sad when he saw this situation.

"The victory is decided!"

The Chaotic Crazy Sword on the side was also sighing at what the sword could do so close at hand.

He secretly compared in his mind, what would happen if he faced the sword close at hand.

At the same time, all parties watching the battle were also thinking.

In the end, they all came to a shocking fact. The sword was so close that this move could only be carried out forcefully and crushed with absolute strength and the strongest foundation.

Among the crowd, Mo Qingchi couldn't help but think of the Confucian saint who was said to stand proudly at the top of the Confucian Sword when he was practicing.

There was some doubt in my heart, and I thought to myself: "The concept of this move is somewhat similar to the sword wielded by the legendary one? This..."

After the extreme, the world was a vast expanse. In the smoke and dust, the sword was very close to the sky and the earth, and a few feet away in front of him, Tan Xiqi knelt down on one knee.

His body was covered in blood and he was no longer able to fight back.

"Why keep your hand?"

In the original sword art, the sword was so close that it could determine victory or defeat, as well as life and death.

However, with just the last move, Tan Xiqi was about to fall.

The sword was so close but he suddenly stopped holding it. He was thankful to be alive, but he had learned a few swords and boasted that he was at the pinnacle of the sword.

Now, it was so easy to lose, and I was surprised that I had mixed feelings in my heart.

"Since you came from Jianquan, you have learned the word "sacrifice"!
But your sword has never given up anything, so how can you gain anything?

Self-mutilation is simply giving up, but gaining nothing. This is illness, not enlightenment!

There once was a peerless swordsman who learned swordsmanship and also had the ability to give up his skills.

Since then, he has perfected his sword skills, constantly challenging the world, and becoming a sword sect. After every victory, the place where he washes his swords is now the Sword Spring.

Claiming to be the master of swords and weapons, he picked up the sesame seeds but missed the watermelons. Take a good look at this word "sacrifice"!
What is equanimity? What did you gain after giving up? What is your sword?
Remember that fellow swordsmen should not insult the sword. Your plan for Wind Mark has nothing to do with me, but as a swordsman, your calculations and actions insult the sword!
It insults your sword heart even more!

Think about it, then die! You don't deserve to die by my sword now! "

(End of this chapter)