The Name of Eternity.

Chapter 326: Sword Intent, Duel with Bian Ruxue (Two in One)

Many thoughts came together, and Li Hao's mind emerged with the scene of watching Lin Qingying practicing sword these days.

That graceful figure danced in my mind.

Li Hao's mind calmed down completely, and his eyes became focused and solemn.

The small flaws that I saw during the sword practice were now integrated into my heart and also gathered on the tip of my pen.

He ground the ink, picked up the brush, and put ink on the paper. A beautiful woman appeared on the white paper and danced gracefully.

His sword posture is like that of a god, his eyes are like clear lakes, and his whole body exudes the most gentle sword art.

Under Li Hao's writing, the sword intent is more pure and gentle, like a pool of clear water, or like drifting raindrops.

The sword's intent is like cotton, the sword's edge is like a thread, the posture is like rippling waves, the offensive changes are invisible, impossible to spy on, and unpredictable!
As the first painting was finished, Li Hao took down the drawing paper and hung it in the air, followed by the second and third paintings.

It took a total of three hours to complete the three paintings.

With the completion of the three paintings, Li Hao's painting experience also increased to a total of 70,000 experience points, which is much closer to the one million experience point mark.

Coming back from his intoxicated thoughts, Li Hao looked at the woman who was still sitting cross-legged in the courtyard meditating on the sword. He moved the three paintings in his hand in front of her and said:
"Here are three paintings for you, you can take a look."

After saying this, he stood up, put away his drawing board, pen and ink, and returned to his own courtyard.

Lin Qingying opened her eyes and looked at the three scrolls floating in front of her. Her gaze fell on the first painting. When she saw the woman dancing on the white paper, she felt a shock in her heart.

When her eyes were focused on it, the woman in front of her seemed to have descended from a painting into reality. She was waving the sword gracefully in front of her eyes with perfect postures. Every move of the sword and every dance carried a light and soft beauty.

She suddenly vaguely remembered that she had practiced like this before, but that was half a month ago.

And the posture I practiced at that time seemed not as perfect as the one in this painting.

Lin Qingying was stunned, her thoughts drawn by the sword intent in the painting and she was immersed in it.

After practicing the sword technique in the painting, Lin Qingying suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, and she realized where her shortcomings lay.

She was somewhat shocked that the other party could actually see the flaws in her sword intent and draw them!
And there are three paintings?

Lin Qingying's eyes moved, but she restrained herself from practicing immediately and continued to look at the second picture.

The graceful sword-practicing posture in the second painting was taken a week ago.

Lin Qingying stared at it intently for a long time before she understood and absorbed it. Her expression became complicated. This second painting also completed her sword intent.

Her eyes fell on the third painting. In addition to her, there was a blurry figure. Lin Qingying recognized it at a glance. It was the scene of the previous battle with the Dragon Slayer Saint.

At this moment, the battle seemed to be replayed before my eyes.

But this time, the woman in the painting drew her sword very quickly and decisively. When the opponent's Dharma image of heaven and earth erupted, she destroyed his Dharma image and defeated his true body with just one sword move!

Very soft!

What is the ultimate softness? Soft as water, soft as air, soft to the point of being everywhere!

The sword intent is endless, scattered among all things, and condensed from all things!
There was a trance in Lin Qingying's eyes. In an instant, the blood in her body seemed to boil and burn, and she felt an excitement that was difficult to control.

This is the perfect and soft sword intent, the ultimate sword intent!
She quickly turned her head to look at Li Hao, but saw that he was no longer in the place where he usually sat.

Lin Qingying suddenly had an indescribable feeling in her heart, as if time had passed and could not be captured.

This feeling made Lin Qingying lose her mind for a moment, but she soon dispersed her mind and found that in Li Hao's courtyard, the other party was sitting in the courtyard carving, as usual.

Lin Qingying's tense heartstrings quietly relaxed at this moment.

She stared at him deeply, and at this moment, she had already vaguely realized that the Qingfeng she had picked up was not simple at all.

Lin Qingying withdrew her thoughts and carefully put away the three scrolls in front of her. This time she was particularly careful and rolled up the scrolls and put them into the space of heaven and earth.

There were three paintings, two of which were of her daily sword practice. Lin Qingying bit her lip slightly, her eyes flickered, but she soon focused her thoughts on her sword.

The great sword intent emerged in her mind, and the sword in her hand began to dance again.

As a saint-level genius, she had an extremely high aptitude in swordsmanship, and with the guidance she received, she quickly mastered it.

Moreover, the tips from the Dao of Painting are easier to understand than the teachings from a master, which is equivalent to hands-on instruction.

In the yard, the sword intent rose like the wind and stopped like the wind.

The weeds are swaying, the leaves are falling, and perhaps it is not just the sword that is carried by the wind...

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The final battle of the round of 16 begins.

The seats outside the arena were still full, all the outer disciples had arrived early, and the tens of thousands of inner disciples were sitting quietly in the audience. They had all finished their battles and received their final rankings, and they had all gained a lot from this competition.

Now, the battle between the sixteen strongest geniuses in the Sword Ancestor Holy Land will surely bring about a luxurious and ultimate swordsmanship feast.

The clashes between Saint Sons are basically at the Five Extremes Realm, so when the extremes are the same, what is compared is the Dao Realm and swordsmanship.

Li Hao followed Lin Shanhai and other alchemists to the floating seat. The battle of the top 16 had not yet begun, but the atmosphere on the scene was already extremely hot.

Li Hao looked at Lin Qingying who was standing quietly on the altar. Seeing her eyes as calm as still water, he knew that his painting scroll had been absorbed by her.

"It's going to be a tough battle today. I hope Qingying's luck isn't too bad, and he doesn't run into those tough guys right from the start."

Shi Huajin said with a worried look.

Because of Lin Shanhai, they all preferred that Lin Qingying would win.

But the first place is suppressed by the Holy Son of Haoyue. If you want to get the first place, you must cross this mountain.

The rest of the rankings are more promising and will be more intense.

"As long as you rank among the top ten, you will receive incense from a hundred cities. If you get first place, you will receive incense from an entire country!"

Worry appeared in Lin Shanhai's eyes. Incense is the key to becoming a saint, and the competition is bound to be fierce.

Moreover, this incense offering is not just a one-time reward, but will be rewarded for a whole sixty years in the area!

On the altar, more than a dozen saints stood quietly, all of them were graceful and elegant, with their own unique temperaments. They seemed to be gathered together, yet each of them was unique.

The Dragon Slayer Saint looked at Lin Qingying with a fighting spirit in his eyes. Having been defeated before, he wanted to meet the opponent again today and have a good fight.

Soon, with the arrival of the Sword Master, the Law of Chaos drew in everyone's tokens and arranged them in disorder.

Everyone was quickly paired up with their opponents.

"Ok?"

When Qiu Wuhen saw that his opponent was actually the Holy Son of Haoyue, his brows slightly frowned, but soon returned to normal.

Others also noticed that Qiu Wuhen was unlucky as he drew the Holy Son of Haoyue.

This also made many people secretly breathe a sigh of relief. Although they did not think that they would definitely lose to the opponent, it would be fine if they met in the finals. They could fight to their heart's content, but they did not want to meet them in advance.

At the same time, the Dragon Slayer Saint also saw that his opponent was not Lin Qingying, but another Purple Yang Saint, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Lin Qingying also looked up and saw that her opponent was actually the Sword Saint's disciple.

Her eyes flickered slightly and she turned her head to look. At the same time, another woman in snow clothes also looked at her. The two pairs of beautiful eyes looked at each other and then withdrew their eyes.

"Disciple, the Sun and Moon Swordsmanship of the Holy Son of Haoyue is more restrained against you. You should be careful and save your strength for the battle later."

The voice of his master came into Qiu Wuhen’s mind.

Qiu Wuhen remained silent and did not respond. Give in? But he wanted to try.

Perhaps being in extreme distress would allow one to see the shortcomings of the sword's power and advance into the Dao more quickly.

Soon, the first battle began.

There is only one battlefield arena today, not three arenas fighting at the same time, which also draws the attention of the whole audience to one place.

The first to appear in the battle were the Holy Son of Haoyue and Qiu Wuhen.

When Li Hao saw that this angler actually drew the Holy Son of the Bright Moon, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

He also saw the swordsmanship of the Holy Son Haoyue yesterday. It was indeed very strong, obviously one step stronger than what other holy sons displayed. It had already reached perfection and it was an extremely strong sword intent!

Of course, unless the others are hiding their abilities, at the moment, judging from the sword intent alone, the other party should be the first.

On the field, Holy Son Haoyue and Qiu Wuhen both landed there.

"The Thousand Threads Sword is nothing but a drizzle in front of the sun, moon, heaven and earth. Your sword is restrained by me. You are no match for me. Admit defeat."

The Holy Son of Haoyue stood with his hands behind his back, but his expression was calm and indifferent, as if he was stating a fact, without any arrogance.

Qiu Wuhen's expression was calm, he just said:

"Dripping water can wear away a stone, a drizzle can also cover the sky, earth, sun and moon, a spring curtain can cover everything, how can you know which is strong and which is weak if you don't try?"

"Want to hone your sword skills with my sword skills? I'm afraid you don't have the opportunity."

There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of the Holy Son of Haoyue, and he immediately saw through the other party's thoughts. He wanted to use him as a whetstone, how could this be possible?

As the magic circle solidified, it also indicated that the battle had begun.

On the holy platform, Lin Qingying and many other saints were also watching intently.

On the battlefield, Qiu Wuhen did not rely solely on swordsmanship to win as he did before, but directly unleashed his ultimate strength.

His whole body radiates a golden light, and his ultimate divine power greatly increases his physical strength, as well as his physical resistance and healing abilities.

The veins of heaven and earth extended like a whirlpool, gathering forces from all directions and quickly pushing their state to its peak.

His soul is hidden inside his body and is one with his body, which can help him detect even the most invisible attacks.

This extremely difficult realm of cultivation has already been reached long ago by the Holy Son, who possesses endless resources and extraordinary talent.

"Finally, he has been pushed to his limit."

Below the stage, Luo Cheng, who had been defeated by Qiu Wuhen yesterday, smiled bitterly, but his eyes became serious, as he wanted to see the opponent's ultimate strength.

On the other side, an old man among the six semi-saints sighed secretly, knowing that his disciple was being serious this time.

He smiled bitterly to himself, knowing the other person's temper. He seemed indifferent on weekdays, but was actually very stubborn in his bones.

The Holy Son of Haoyue felt the opponent's ultimate power, but his eyes remained indifferent. Only golden light gradually appeared all over his body, and he only exerted his ultimate divine power.

Whoosh!
Qiu Wuhen took the first step and his body suddenly teleported away. It was the Guixu teleportation.

When facing Luo Cheng before, he did not use this method, but only relied on sword intent to capture and defeat him. But now he used Guixu and took the initiative to attack.

The eyes of the Holy Son of Haoyue turned, and the golden color in his pupils made him seem to be able to glimpse something. The sword in his hand suddenly swung out, and Qiu Wuhen, who had just appeared from the teleportation of Guixu, seemed to take the initiative to meet the opponent's sword light.

Qiu Wuhen's body suddenly retreated, and this attack was not a real attack, but a test.

"The Sun and Moon Divine Eyes can peer into Guixu!"

Qiu Wuhen's eyes were solemn. The other party was born with heterochromia, and just as the rumors said, he could spy on Guixu's movements!
Legend has it that this is a pair of divine eyes, which are the result of the ultimate refinement of the great Dao by saints, and contain the ultimate truth of the holy way. It is understandable that the other party has such divine eyes and can peek into Guixu.

Since Guixu was useless, Qiu Wuhen had no intention of using it to attack. He drew the sword from his waist. The sword was covered with rust, but at this moment, the rust fell off.

This rust is not iron rust, but blood rust!
There was dried blood on it, and as the blood fell off, a bright sword light like autumn water emerged.

"The sword passes, leaving no trace!"

Qiu Wuhen suddenly attacked, and directly used one of his unique skills! The sword in his hand seemed to turn into autumn wind. When he waved it, the sword energy suddenly disappeared, and the void was cut open.

"Wherever the sun and moon shine, there are traces. Your sword is a small path!"

The Holy Son of Haoyue stood in mid-air with cold eyes, looking down at Qiu Wuhen in front of him. The moment he swung the sword, his Dao domain extended all over his body. Forty-nine layers of Dao domains overlapped each other, and there seemed to be yin and yang, sun and moon rotating inside. The sword energy without any trace actually emerged in his Dao domain and was frozen!
"Forty-ninth level of Dao realm!!"

"Oh my god, am I seeing this wrong?"

The outer disciples in the audience were all shocked and excited.

On the holy platform, many saints also stared intently.

In the crowd, Jiang Yingyue, who had been defeated and missed the top 16, moved her eyes slightly and looked towards a floating seat somewhere. Seeing the young man sitting there calmly, her eyes flashed.

I don't know the other party's age, so the number of domains is not comparable.

It is said that some of the Daoists in the holy land who have lived for thousands of years have condensed dozens or even nearly a hundred Daoist realms. Those were once saints, but later they had no chance to become saints, so they could only develop horizontally and delve into the Dao realm.

The old saints who have practiced for thousands of years have extremely terrifying strength.

Bang!
Under the suppression of Dao Domain, the silent and traceless sword energy was not only revealed, but also shattered.

The Holy Son of Haoyue looked indifferent. He then drew out the sword in his hand and suddenly slashed the moon with it!
The sword light was like a crescent moon, silvery white and bright. It was the sword technique that was used to defeat another Holy Son yesterday.

Qiu Wuhen's eyes were solemn and he wanted to dodge, but he found that the sword light was locking onto him.

Return to the ruins!

He quickly dodged and moved away, but the sword light actually followed him and was not blocked by Guixu.

Qiu Wuhen immediately understood that the sword light was moving according to the will of the Holy Son of Haoyue, and the opponent's Sun and Moon Divine Eyes could see his movements. As long as he could not escape the opponent's Divine Eyes, he could not escape the opponent's sword energy!

No wonder the opponent was able to defeat the Holy Son with just one sword yesterday!

This is a sword that is bound to hit!
Since you can't avoid it, break it!!
Qiu Wuhen's eyes showed fighting intent, and he suddenly swung his sword. The sword intent was like silk, layered on top of each other, and in front of his eyes it seemed to turn into a huge net of heaven and earth, covering and imprisoning the entire space.

With a bang, the crescent moon turned and cut towards him, seemingly indestructible, and his sword net was cut apart in an instant.

But the layers of sword intent gradually slowed down the sword energy, but the next moment, the sword energy suddenly disappeared.

Qiu Wuhen's pupils shrank and his body quickly dodged, but a tearing force still appeared in his chest. With a bang, his body flew backwards.

Blood splattered, and Qiu Wuhen felt that all the bones in his chest were cut off. He quickly exerted his endless strength and they healed quickly.

Fortunately, he was in a state of divine power and had amazing self-healing ability, otherwise this sword might have taken half his life!
The opponent used Guixu's teleportation to his sword energy.

Qiu Wuhen raised his head with a cold gaze. He was aware of this method, but the opponent had the Sun and Moon Divine Eyes, which was equivalent to destroying his Guixu Realm. Although he himself could capture the Guixu Realm, he could only see through it with difficulty. If the opponent's movements were too fast, he would also be caught.

Moreover, all his sword intent was cut off, and he lost the means to capture any trace of Guixu.

There was some silence outside the venue at this moment.

Yesterday, the Holy Son Haoyue defeated another Holy Son with one sword. Today, another Holy Son Wuhen was severely injured with one sword.

Everyone could see that if the other party took the opportunity to attack, Qiu Wuhen would be in great danger.

"A small path is a small path, how dare it compete with the sun and the moon?"

Haoyue's eyes were cold, as if he was stating a fact. As he said this, his own sword intent was also fulfilled.

While constantly defeating small paths, he can also build his invincible great path heart and perfect his own great path.

Qiu Wuhen prodded the ground with his sword and stood up. His eyes became sharp and the sword in his hand burst into dazzling light.

"Sword without shadow!"

Suddenly, he drew his sword again, and this time the sword had already been struck when he raised his hand.

Whoosh!
The sword light shuttled through the void and suddenly appeared in front of the Holy Son of Haoyue, and actually directly shuttled through his forty-nine realms of Taoism!

Everyone's eyes were still on the sword in Qiu Wuhen's hand, but his sword energy had already been released.

With a "puff" sound, the Holy Son of Haoyue tilted his head slightly, and a slight scratch appeared on his cheek, but the wound had healed before the blood could flow out.

His eyes turned cold; this sword actually injured him.

"Moon!"

He slowly raised his hand, and the sword light in his hand condensed into a bright moon, as if he was holding a round of moonlight in his hand.

Then, suddenly thousands of sword energies shot out.

Each sword energy exuded an extremely terrifying power, which was not inferior to the crescent moon that was cut out previously.

Bang bang bang!
The sound of sword light flashed in the void, and Qiu Wuhen's sword became fragmented and riddled with holes.

His Dao Domain extended, with thirty-seven Dao Domains stacked up one after another. The number of Dao Domains made the disciples below the stage exclaim in shock. The opponent's Dao Domain alone was enough to suppress more than 90% of the inner disciples.

However, compared with the forty-nine realms of the Holy Son Haoyue, there is still a huge gap.

The sword light penetrated and intersected along a straight line, tearing Qiu Wuhen's Dao domain apart in an instant.

Several sword lights fell on him in succession, knocking him away and cutting off his arm.

A mighty force suddenly enveloped Qiu Wuhen, blocking the remaining hundreds of sword lights.

The Holy Son of Haoyue frowned slightly and looked up at the oldest among the six elders.

"You have already won this battle."

The old man said calmly, and then Qiu Wuhen's body on the battlefield disappeared, along with the sword held in the severed hand, and appeared in front of the old man.

The old man raised his hand and pressed it, and the power of the law enveloped his body, and his body healed quickly and his injuries recovered.

The Holy Son of Haoyue had an indifferent expression on his face, and he also withdrew his Dao domain. The golden light on his body dissipated and became restrained.

If he killed the opponent in this battle, it would be detrimental to his reputation and would also be a huge loss for the Holy Land, but he was not angry.

Qiu Wuhen stood up with an ugly look on his face, knowing that he had been defeated, and completely defeated.

His sword was meant to be as traceless as drizzling rain, but in front of the opponent's Sun and Moon Divine Eyes, it was completely exposed, and his Guixu realm was also destroyed. The gap in strength between the two was indeed too big.

"Thank you, Master."

Qiu Wuhen lowered his head and said something to the old man, then turned and walked away.

The old man sighed in his heart, if you don't try, you will never know the gap. I hope that after this battle, it will not be a blow to Qiu Wuhen, but an encouragement.

As the first battle came to an end, cheers broke out among the silent disciples below the stage, and countless calls of "Holy Son of the Bright Moon" rang out.

Here, the strong are respected. The strength of Saint Son Haoyue makes countless outer disciples fanatical. He is too strong. He is a gap among the saint sons. One sword can seriously injure the saint son, and the second sword can almost kill him. It is really terrifying.

The expressions of the other Saints also became more solemn. Seeing Saint Haoyue returning, they felt as if a mountain was approaching.

Lin Qingying's eyes flickered slightly, and she felt a hint of pressure. Now her extremely soft sword intent had reached perfection, and she had reached the pinnacle of cultivation. If she could go any deeper, she would enter the Dao.

She didn't know if she could compete with the other party with her current sword skills.

On the other side, Bian Ruxue was also sizing up the Holy Son of Haoyue. The other party's sword power was majestic and powerful, with the reflection of the sun and the moon, and he was born with divine eyes. He was the best in their generation.

Sword Saint Master had told her yesterday that the Holy Son of Haoyue had been practicing for longer than her and was not someone she could currently contend with. In this battle, her goal was to compete for the top five!
After all, compared to these saints, she is too young and her foundation is still a little lacking.

"The opponent's sword should be close to the ultimate sword that Master Wudao mentioned, but it is not the real ultimate sword..."

Bian Ruxue glanced at the Holy Son of Haoyue, then looked away. She had seen the Ultimate Sword, which was a sword technique at the entry level that was casually swung by the Sword Saint Master.

The charm of that sword was something she would never forget, and it also solidified her faith in the way of the sword, confirming that she was not wrong in pursuing the path of the sword. If she could master that sword, everything would be worth it!

"With Brother Hao's talent, if he concentrates on practicing swordsmanship, in a hundred years, he may be able to approach the other party's level..."

The figure of that human appeared in Bian Ruxue's mind, but when she thought of the other person lying on the chessboard with a smile on his face, she felt a little regretful.

At this time, the elder's voice came from the front, calling her name.

Bian Ruxue also came back to her senses and saw that she was the one to appear in the second battle.

And her opponent is Lin Qingying.

The two women looked at each other, without saying much, and came down to the battle stage.

Seeing the two saints fighting, the atmosphere in the audience became heated again. The eyes of those male disciples were shining. Putting aside the sword skills, the grace of the two saints alone was a feast for the eyes.

But those inner sect geniuses were more concerned about the swordsmanship contest between the two and didn't care about these appearances.

"It's Saint Xue'er. I heard that she is the youngest among the saints, only 27 years old?"

"Tsk tsk, a 27-year-old in the Dao Fa realm is simply terrifying!"

"That's nothing. Her master is a sword saint. He has top alchemists serving him, and a sword saint guiding him in his practice. Do you understand what a saint preaches?"

"I'm afraid Saint Qingying will be in danger in this battle."

"Are you kidding? Saint Qingying has practiced for twice as long as her. There is no way she can lose."

"Saint Qingying's master made a mistake and was imprisoned in the Sword Prison. He practiced on his own. So what if he is older than Saint Xue'er? How can he be compared to the personal guidance of the Sword Saint?"

"Don't look down on me just because I'm young. Saint Xue'er is born with a natural sword body and high aptitude. She's not much worse than other saints."

The disciples below the stage were discussing the matter, and they all knew about this youngest saint in the holy land.

On the battlefield, the magic circle slowly condensed.

Lin Qingying had an indifferent expression. Her master's imprisonment for making a mistake was a scar in her heart, but she was fighting at the moment and would not be affected by these thoughts.

Bian Ruxue's expression also became solemn. This was her first time fighting with a saint-level disciple, and also her first battle.

She had seen Lin Qingying's previous battle. Her sword intent was very soft, similar to her ice and snow, but her sword intent was more fierce.

The two were not familiar with each other, so they didn't talk much.

As the battle began, neither side was careless, but released their extreme state, divine power and the veins of heaven and earth!

Soon, the whole body's state was pushed to the peak.

Lin Qingying's eyes were as calm as a lake, while Bian Ruxue's eyes seemed to have falling snow floating in them, gradually becoming sharp.

Whoosh!
Bian Ruxue suddenly swung her sword, and in an instant, the battlefield seemed to freeze, and the sky and earth turned into ice.

In terms of sword intent, her swordsmanship can restrain Lin Qingying. Lin Qingying's sword is as soft as water, but she can freeze it!

To break the ice, only the extremely strong and masculine swordsmanship can be used. For Lin Qingying, who uses the extremely soft swordsmanship of gathering and dispersing, it is very easy for her to be influenced.

She also believed that this battle was one that she must win!
As the ice covered the area, even through the magic circle, the disciples outside felt a chill and the temperature around them dropped.

Lin Qingying's eyes were solemn, she knew how difficult this battle would be. If it were before, she would not have been so sure, but at this moment, the sword intent was perfected, allowing her to understand the meaning of utmost softness.

The frosty air condensed by the opponent is also the trajectory of her sword intent!
bass!
The green sword intent suddenly slashed out, tearing a gap in the ice. The power as soft as water tore the ice apart at this moment and flew straight towards Bian Ruxue.

Bian Ruxue was startled, her pupils shrank slightly, and she suddenly swung her sword. The Dao domain extended, and everything around her froze.

The sword intent that was rushing towards her was also blocked by her Dao Domain. Her Dao Domain had twenty-two layers upon layers!

Moreover, the Dao domain is full of sword energy, which is obviously the sword domain condensed by different sword techniques!
At this moment, the sword domains overlapped, and snow fluttered all over the sky around him. Suddenly, there was a whistling sound, which shattered the rushing sword intent and covered Lin Qingying.

At this moment, Lin Qingying took a step back and appeared behind Bian Ruxue. The green light in his hand slashed out, and the mist exhaled by Bian Ruxue, like a pulling line, turned into sword energy, covering and strangling her body!

(End of this chapter)