Zongwu: The Rise of the Little People

time flies.

Zhao Xu gathered all his energy to fight against Yan Shisan's sword intent.

Yan Shisan's sword intent carried the breath of death, and this murderous intent and dead silence gradually enveloped Zhao Xu's heart.

Zhao Xu's mental strength gradually faded, and he gradually couldn't resist the invasion of the sword intent.

He entered another world in a trance, in which many images were floating.

There were scenes from past lives and present lives. As Zhao Xu kept moving forward, these scenes kept flashing by.

"Tick, tick..."

Whenever Zhao Xu stopped and immersed himself in a picture, the sound of falling water would appear in his ears.

The voice seemed to be urging him to move forward and not to stop.

The scenes flowed, and Zhao Xu finally stopped in front of a clip.

This was exactly the scene in his previous life where he fell into the water, was knocked unconscious, and drowned.

"Death, you arouse the fear in my heart!"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Zhao Xu had always been very afraid of death.

The feeling of suffocation when drowning in his previous life, the struggle and powerlessness, gave him too many bad memories.

In this life, he will selectively block out some dangerous behaviors, calling it "the path of following the path of danger".

It's nothing at other times, but as a swordsman, this is a huge weakness.

A swordsman must have the spirit of "drawing the sword" to dare to draw the sword against a stronger one.

This doesn't mean that you should go and die, but a swordsman should have this kind of courage.

The moment his mind lost control, Yan Shisan's sword intent aroused his greatest fear.

To overcome this fear, to overcome yourself.

A discussion about the sword kept echoing in Zhao Xu's inner world.

"What is a sword?"

"A sword is a deadly weapon."

"What is a sword?"

"The swordsman is unyielding, like pine and cypress, steadfast and proud."

……

"What is a sword?"

"Sword?...How should I know what a sword is!"

As time passed, Zhao Xu himself didn't know what the sword in his heart was.

Zhao Xu was struggling in his inner world, and Zhang Jing and Murong Jiu beside him were becoming more and more anxious.

Only Murong Zhengde could remain calm.

“This is all he had to go through.”

Zhao Xu's understanding of the sword gradually became confused.

"Sword, sword, sword..."

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Xu's self-awareness gradually calmed down.

"What are you doing now?"

"We should be fighting against Yan Shisan's sword intent!"

"Yan Shisan!"

A flash of inspiration suddenly came to Zhao Xu, and he suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Yan Shisan yesterday.

"The sword is in the hand of the man, the sword is in the hand of the man."

What I said just yesterday is forgotten today.

The sword is in my hand, and my will is the will of the sword.

"Why do I hold the sword?"

A picture flashed through my mind, and two pink bags emerged in my heart.

"I am no longer 'me'."

The ties of this life instantly flooded into Zhao Xu's mind, and his dead spiritual world began to revive.

“How can we keep all this?”

"The strongest!"

A sentence appeared in Zhao Xu's mind.

“The greatest good is like water, water benefits all things without any struggle.”

A drop of water can wear away a stone; water is both extremely soft and extremely hard.

In a trance, he thought of a novel he had read in his previous life, in which a sword master comprehended the sword intent.

"The water of the great river comes up from the sky!"

The image of Liangjie River unconsciously came into Zhao Xu's mind.

Zhao Xu gradually understood his own sword intent in his heart, but the people around him saw another scene.

When Zhao Xu was struggling with the question "What is a sword?"

At first, his face kept changing and distorting, and his whole body was covered in sweat.

Slowly, he calmed down.

time flies.

For a moment, Yan Shisan, who had been expressionless, became solemn.

The changes in Yan Shisan's expression were captured by the people in the distance.

Sure enough, after a moment, strange phenomena appeared around Zhao Xu.

The sound of the surging river came from his body, and it was very small at first.

As time went by, the sound became louder and louder.

In the end, if everyone closed their eyes, they would probably think they had come to the bank of a rushing river.

Yan Shisan's expression gradually changed from solemn to excited.

He held the long sword tightly in his hand, and the sword intent that infected the heaven and earth gradually disturbed the vitality of heaven and earth and gathered around him.

The little fairies Zhang Jing, Murong Jiu and Murong Qiudi were already stunned by the strange sight.

Only Murong Zhengde had a serious expression and a tense body.

He was also smiling bitterly in his heart at this moment.

“Young people today are really amazing!”

In fact, Murong Zhengde felt something was wrong the moment Yan Shisan's expression became serious.

Sure enough, the subsequent development of events was just as he had predicted.

The final powerful move that the two were about to unleash had a power that reached the level of a grandmaster.

Soon, Zhao Xu and Yan Shisan's momentum reached its peak.

At this time, Zhao Xu had already woken up, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, a long river of sword energy gushed out from the acupuncture points all over Zhao Xu's body.

The surging river rushed towards Yan Shisan with the force of a thousand horses galloping.

Yan Shisan was not willing to be outdone, and unleashed his Fourteen Deadly Swords, causing the surrounding heaven and earth vital energy to rush in.

Although Yan Shisan decided to practice this sword only yesterday, it is derived from the perfection of the Thirteen Deadly Swords.

Therefore, once you get the hang of it, you will have no worries and can perform it perfectly.

With one thrust of the sword, the Fourteen Deadly Swords, carrying the vast vitality of the sky, transformed into a poisonous dragon and rushed towards the mighty river.

"boom"

When the two collided, the surrounding heaven and earth energy was disturbed. The people watching suddenly felt flying sand and rocks, the sky was dark, and the energy was flying everywhere.

Murong Zhengde used his supernatural powers to form a barrier in front of everyone, leading everyone to retreat.

Due to the disorder of vital energy, no one could see clearly what was going on inside.

"Uncle Murong, what's going on?"

Zhang Jing asked Murong Zhengde nervously.

When Murong Zhengde saw this, he saw Murong Jiu and Murong Qiudi beside him also turned their eyes to him.

"Ahem, don't worry, both parties are fine!"

From the beginning till now, Murong Zhengde has been using his grandmaster's perception to closely observe the situation of both parties.

If there is any sudden danger, he will intervene immediately.

After a while, the vitality of heaven and earth gradually returned to stability, and everyone entered the fighting scene.

The damage caused by the shocking attacks from both sides was staggering.

A large area of ​​forest has been leveled and the land has sunk three feet.

No wonder it is said that immortals on land can protect a country. Just looking at the power of the collision between these two people, it is comparable to some miniature nuclear bombs.

This is just the initial entry into the Grandmaster level. Above it are the Two-Flower, Three-Flower and even the Three-Flower Perfect Supreme Grandmaster. As for the immortals on land, I dare not even think about it.

The little fairy Zhang Jing and Murong Jiu ran to Zhao Xu. Although Zhao Xu was still conscious at this time, his whole body was sore and he had no strength.

Murong Qiudi came to Yan Shisan.

"Are you okay?"

Yan Shisan waved his hand.

His situation was better than Zhao Xu's, but he looked a little embarrassed.

Yan Shisan has already comprehended the third level of sword intent and can draw on the energy of heaven and earth for battle.

Although Zhao Xu understood his own sword intent, he was still in the Sword Aura Realm. The big move he just made was entirely based on his own skills.

After all, he is only at the peak of the first-rate level. Although he has a strong foundation, he still feels that his strength is exhausted at this moment.

Murong Zhengde stood aside and said with a serious expression: "The details of today's duel are limited to the few of us. You must not disclose them to anyone else."

"If anyone asks you, just say that it was me who demonstrated my martial arts skills here and caused so much damage. Got it?"

Everyone present was smart and understood it as soon as they heard it.

They all nodded in agreement.