Chapter 951 Half-Open Door
the Mirror of Confusion before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.Qin Sang sat on a bamboo mat woven with water reeds, appearing restless and uneasy. His eyes flickered back and forth before h...Tiantā.
Sword Path.
Qin Sang was completely engrossed, facing two opponents single-handedly. His sword wheel blazed, illuminating the blue brick wall.
The swordsmen in the Jian Jing are top-tier sword masters and renowned instructors, capable of easily identifying the flaws and weaknesses in Qin Sang's swordsmanship.
Qin Sang wielded his sword freely, comprehending the Way of the Sword. He felt his swordsmanship had improved significantly. At the realm of splitting sword light, he hadn't reached its limit yet.
Perhaps this is why he was always unable to comprehend swordsmanship, and couldn't find the way in.
At this moment, he was sparring with the swordsman while also observing and learning. More ideas popped up in his mind, and he immediately put them into practice with his sword wheel.
After countless attempts.
Sometimes, the power of the sword wheel surges, easily forcing back two swordsmen.
Sometimes, Qin Sang would hit a bottleneck, trying all sorts of methods. His sword wheel flickered on and off, even collapsing at times. Luckily, his outer avatar was always by his side, swooping in to save him just in time.
Although stumbling and falling, Qin Sang always moved forward.
‘Clang!’
A clang of metal rang out.
The swordsman's sword was severed by the blade wheel.
With a whoosh!
The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the swordsman's throat.
The swordsman bowed, acknowledging defeat, and retreated into the stone wall.
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Qin Sang clutched the ebony sword, as if waking from a dream. Only then did he realize they had reached the end, with only two guards remaining to pass through the Sword Path.
After shaking his head, Qin Sang let out a long sigh of relief. He felt like he had gained a lot and his swordsmanship had improved to another level. He would continue to ponder it after returning home, who knows, maybe he could even reach the threshold of sword intent.
"You just need to keep one person occupied for me."
Qin Sang ordered his avatar to act.
The Avatar could not defeat the swordsman, whose cultivation was at the peak of the Core Formation Stage and whose swordsmanship was unparalleled. All he could do was tie up one person and delay as much as possible, allowing Qin Sang to take them down individually.
After swallowing several pills, Qin Sang adjusted his state to its peak. He exchanged glances with his avatar and walked side by side into the final stage of the Sword Path.
The next moment.
Two figures emerged from the stone walls, each holding a sword and staring at Qin Sang with impassive faces.
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As the two figures appeared, Qin Sang suddenly felt a surge of pressure, his expression turning solemn. These two swordsmen were incredibly powerful.
‘Whoosh!’
The ebony sword was still yet incredibly swift, transforming into a whirling blade in the blink of an eye and charging towards one of the swordsmen.
At the same time, the avatar outside his body also moved, transforming its true essence into a armor and seal, smashing towards another swordsman.
The great battle was about to begin, two swordsmen attempted to surround Qin Sang, but another was stopped by an outer incarnation. Qin Sang only needed to face one person.
After several rounds, the avatar fell into a disadvantage and had to choose a defensive strategy, temporarily ensuring its own safety.
Qin Sang glanced this way twice, then confidently faced his opponent. His sword wheel shone brightly like the moon. The swordsman did not back down either; with a tremor of his treasured sword, his blade split into several beams of light, sword energy converging and dispersing at will, like a vast river flowing through the sky.
Seeing this, Qin Sang's eyes narrowed slightly. His opponent was very strong; his swordsmanship had reached the pinnacle of what was possible in this realm, almost touching the threshold of sword intent.
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But he was not alarmed but delighted, for this was a good opportunity for him to practice swordsmanship and he would reap greater rewards.
"Boom!"
The Jian Lun crashed into the river of sword qi, causing huge waves.
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The aftershock hit the stone wall, and a flash of blue brick light appeared, dissipating the aftershock.
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Qin Sang intentionally guided his opponent away, increasing the distance between them and the other battlefield to avoid affecting his avatar.
'Boom boom boom...'
Sword energy surged wildly.
The ebony sword sank in the river, Qin Sang exerted all his strength to control the sword, feeling a strain. In the duel of swordsmanship, he was undoubtedly at a disadvantage. He still persisted with all his might, observing every move and stance of his opponent like a starving man thirsts for food.
The passageway was unusually sturdy. Even with such a fierce battle, not a single trace could be found within its confines.
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In the blink of an eye, Qin Sang and his opponent had unknowingly switched positions. The two fought hundreds or even thousands of moves. Qin Sang was showing signs of defeat, being pushed to the corner by his opponent.
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The Jianlun was also suppressed, weak as a candle flame, the Wumu sword almost lost its room to maneuver.
But Qin Sang showed no signs of urgency, fully focused on the battle.
Bang!
The ebony sword was repelled, Qin Sang's eyes rolled, as if only now awakening. The phoenix wings behind him suddenly glowed azure, and then a flicker disappeared from the spot.
"Ding dong!"
The sword plunged through Qin Sang's afterimage, striking the wall.
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The swordsman was a perfect sword cultivator. After missing his attack, he showed no emotion whatsoever. He retracted his sword and accurately located Qin Sang's true form. Man and sword became one, relentlessly pursuing him.
Similar scenarios have repeated many times.
Every time Qin Sang was about to falter, he relied on his escapism techniques to evade his opponents, and in the process, his understanding of swordsmanship grew deeper.
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"...Their swordsmanship, they're all pretty familiar with by now..."
Qin Sang slowly exhaled, a smile appeared on his face, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you to the predecessors who created Jian Jing for their guidance on my cultivation!"
Before the words could even fall, Qin Sang's aura shifted dramatically. He finally unleashed his full power, his body transforming into a sword wheel. In an instant, he seemed to become a blade itself, fiercely slashing towards his opponent.
The swordsman hurriedly raised his sword to block, only feeling a tremendous force crashing down upon him. He was instantly forced back several meters.
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At the same time, three-colored escape light suddenly appeared on Qin Sang's body. He chose to abandon his opponent and his figure flashed above another swordsman's head, a sword wheel descending from the sky.
At the same time, the outer avatar, which had always been on the defensive, also erupted. True essence surged like a dragon, crashing into the swordsman's arms.
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The swordsman was also quite skilled. Even under attack, he remained calm and collected. He swiftly retreated, drawing his precious sword, and attempted to fight off both assailants single-handedly.
But before Qin Sang, his actions were still a little slow.
Before his sword technique was fully formed, the blade wheel arrived. A deafening roar followed, and the treasured sword was knocked away with a clang. The swordsman was simultaneously forced back by the immense power.
The transformation is complete!
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'Boom!'
The swordsman hurriedly blocked the avatar's palm strike, looking disheveled and flustered.
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At this time, Qin Sang urged the ebony sword behind him to slash, catching the opponent's hidden sword before. After a stalemate for a moment, he used the same trick again.
Two swordsmen's sword techniques changed rapidly, but they were helpless against Qin Sang's top-tier escaping art and were finally defeated one by one.
His chest caved in, the swordsman lowered his head and glanced at it, clasping his hands together, transforming into a blue light that merged with the stone wall.
The counterattack was instantaneous, the situation reversed, Qin Sang and his avatar besieged the swordsman, and it didn't take long to defeat the last swordsman.
Finally passed!
Qin Sang's face lit up with joy, realizing that although the swordsman was unparalleled in swordsmanship, he was after all just an inanimate object and couldn't strategize.
However, this battle wasn't as easy as it seemed. He looked inward and found his true essence was greatly depleted. In a hurry, he took out several spirit pills and swallowed them, then sat down to adjust his breath.
His body was covered in sword wounds and he had swallowed pills to heal himself.
Uncertain of the dangers that might lie ahead on the Jian Jing path, Qin Sang prepared to wait until his strength recovered before taking action.
Not long after, Qin Sang and his incarnation stood up.
Ahead walks the transformed figure, Qin Sang follows behind, stepping onto the stone steps.
The stone steps stretched straight upwards, disappearing into the darkness. They were surprisingly smooth, as if worn by countless footsteps.
The Sky-Eyed Butterfly appeared on Qin Sang's shoulder, gazing at the end of the stone steps, where it discovered a door, slightly ajar., then gathered his meager internal energy. He used his palm as a furnace and his energy as fire to refine the smoking grass.This emerald green spirit herb, visible to the naked eye, transformed into...