1236: C1236 A Powerful Opponent

C1236 A Powerful Opponent

Ye Xu said with a smile, "What you said does make sense, but I have a different opinion!"

"Although the difference between Holy Stage and God Stage is only one word, there is a huge difference! Holy Stage is below the heaven and earth after all, while God Stage is above the heaven and earth! Since that's the case, only by comprehending the nature and transforming into nature can one naturally advance in strength and understanding all the mysteries and powers between the heaven and earth! "

"Isn't it too narrow to just blindly spend time on a single type of power?!"

Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian and Punishment King shook their heads when they heard this.

"Young people are young after all. Haven't you learned the principle of biting off more than you can chew?"

"You have comprehended so many powers at once. How can you have so much energy? In the long river of history, there were extraordinary geniuses who wanted to comprehend several types of powers in one go, but they all had no exceptions. All of them failed, and bloody examples were presented before their eyes. Is it not enough to wake you up? "

Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian's eyes were full of ridicule.

"One skill is great but one can learn all kinds of skills. This is a principle that has never changed since ancient times. You want to eat until you become fat in one go. The final result is that you will not be able to imitate a tiger. You will not be able to comprehend the true essence of all your strength! There is no limit to your strength, but there is a limit to your human strength. This is the principle! "

Ye Xu smiled and said," You are right, sir, but I think that it is because there is a deviation in the process of your comprehension. You only treat power as an item, breaking down the confinement! But in reality, since nature is human, humans are natural! "

" Humans and nature are one, so how can there be any comprehension? As long as we return to the starting point of our cultivation and turn ourselves into the grass, wood, and stone of nature, we won't have to worry about not being able to comprehend the true essence of power! "

After saying this, Punishment King's facial expression suddenly changed. His eyes revealed a look of astonishment, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian shouted angrily, "Nonsense! A rotten wood cannot be carved! This old man and you are on different paths, and we are not on the same side!"

His shoulder moved, and a green light rushed into the sky. A long sword fell into Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian's hand.

"Cut the crap. You have injured my disciple. Today, you are going to die for sure!"

The long sword was swung lightly, and a shrill sound was heard. The violent wind split into two.

"I used the wind to ride my sword. This sword has accompanied me for more than two hundred years. It has gained sentience, and is called the Wind Riding Wind!"

Heavy killing intent hit his face. Although Ye Xu was confident, he did not dare to be careless. With a move of his martial spirit, a stream of light rushed into the sky as well.

However, this ray of light was dull and didn't emit any shocking fluctuations.

The black long sword fell into his hand. Ye Xu gently stroked the blade of the sword with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

"Old friend, long time no see!"

He tightened his wrist and raised his sword horizontally. "This sword was forged by me when I was thirty years old. It is called the Venerable One! The Reverence of All Things, the Beginning of Heaven and Earth!"

Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian's eyes were sharp. Although the Venerable Origin Sword did not look impressive, his pupils shrank.

"What a great Venerable Creation! Its quality is even higher than this old man's Wind Riding Sword. It is indeed a good trophy!"

He slowly raised the Long Sword Path in his hand. "Kid, watch carefully. This is this old man's Wind Riding Sword, Formless!"

Wind Riding Sword was raised high, emitting a faint green light. Then, endless strong gales circled above it, forming a huge tornado.

Right at this moment, Ye Xu and Punishment King's eyes suddenly moved. Ye Xu instantly disappeared from where he stood, and at the same time, he waved his Venerable Origin Sword.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The sound of raindrops hitting banana leaves rang out. Ye Xu's figure kept changing directions, and sparks kept shooting out from the Venerable Origin Sword.

Punishment King's eyes narrowed and he said, "What a terrifying Wind Sword! Formless! Wind was originally an invisible thing, but Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian could turn invisible wind into a tangible attack. It was too terrifying! "

"Just this sword attack alone is not something that anyone can withstand!"

" No matter how fast Ye Xu is, he can't be faster than the invisible wind that can be seen everywhere. As long as there is wind in the world, Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian can transform it into a killing sword Qi. Hiss... "2

Punishment King's eyesight naturally allowed him to see the terrifying part of Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian with just a glance.

He turned the wind within a hundred mile radius into invisible blades and attacked Ye Xu.

In other words, Ye Xu was facing thousands of attacks from all directions in an instant.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Ye Xu turned his wrist, and the Venerable Origin Sword started to circle and dance in the air. Countless green sword lights flashed in the void, and hit the blade of the sword. A pure sound was heard.

"En, this Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian is indeed a formidable opponent. He is indeed worthy of being the one who has fought the Wind Cloud Tablet!"

The Wind Cloud Tablet was the location of a sacred ruin of the Chaotic Continent. Not a single blade of grass could be found in the area, except for a huge stone tablet.

This stone tablet was impervious to blades and swords, and it was impervious to water and fire. Even in the endless years that had passed, it hadn't been damaged at all.

But, what was strange was that a martial artist could leave their name on the Wind Cloud Tablet.

However, the size of the Wind Cloud Tablet was limited. It could only accommodate a small number of martial artists leaving their names behind.

Martial artists had always been brave and fierce. Whoever could leave their name on the Wind Cloud Tablet was naturally a very glorious matter. Over time, it formed the world's number one martial arts general assembly.

Every ten years, the experts of the four realms of chaos would go to the competition below the Wind Cloud Tablet to participate. The person who obtained the first place was naturally someone that everyone admired. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he would put his name on the list and enjoy that honorable honor alone.

Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian had also participated in the competition before. Unfortunately, he was ultimately defeated by the number one sword in the world, the Desolate Sword.

If a hundred years had passed, Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian's current cultivation base would have far exceeded his previous cultivation base. With just a single strike, Ye Xu felt an incomparably heavy pressure.

"Good, this is the feeling!"

Ye Xu's body didn't move, his feet didn't move. He could feel the powerful pressure coming from the Venerable Origin Sword. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and the fierce fighting intent in his eyes was ignited.

Ever since he stepped into the Holy Stage Peak, he had been trying to comprehend nature, but he hadn't found many true opponents to fight.

Nightmare Dragon God was too powerful, but most of the other opponents weren't strong enough. Therefore, sometimes, Ye Xu felt an itch in his heart, but he couldn't help but want to find a powerful opponent to fight with.

However, there weren't many Holy Stage Peak warriors, and it was impossible for them to fight Ye Xu regardless of whether he lived or died. Therefore, it made Ye Xu feel very uncomfortable.

Now, this opponent had finally appeared. It was the veteran Sword Saint, Bu Er, who had fought the Wind Cloud Tablet.

Ye Xu felt the hot blood in his chest slowly burning up, and he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to spit it out if he didn't spit it out.

"Well done! Myriad Divine Sword Tribulation!"

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