Fighter of the Destiny

Guan Bai gave his own explanation, and now it's up to Chen Changsheng whether he wants to accept it or not.

For him, this is indeed a troublesome issue. In the opinion of many people, at least he should not take action today.

Guan Bai was not one of those ordinary Star-Gathering Realm beginners who had been defeated by his sword, but a true swordsman whose level of cultivation was far above that of Chen Changsheng. More importantly, Guan Bai was seriously injured for some unknown reason and broke his right arm. Even if he mastered the left-hand sword this year as he said, he would not be able to regain his peak strength. Even if Chen Changsheng tried his best to win, If you lose the other party, there will be no glory.

He is the future pope. If he wins, he will only attract criticism. If he loses, he will be very embarrassed. The best way is not to accept the other party's challenge.

The venue was very quiet. Everyone was looking at Chen Changsheng, waiting for his decision. No one dared to rush him, but the silence and the gazes at this time were also an invisible pressure.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded behind the heavy white gauze: The road is long and long, but now that you have taken steps, how can you stop? As long as you keep walking, you will always get there. One day, you don’t have to worry about morning or evening, let alone victory or defeat, so why bother with being slandered by the world? Don’t you even see this clearly now?”

There are no more than ten people in the world who can speak to Chen Changsheng in this tone. The only ones present at this time are Old Man Tianji and... Xu Yourong.

The speaker was Xu Yourong. Her voice could be said to be cold or indifferent, without any clear emotion.

Many people followed the words and looked behind the heavy white gauze on the high platform. Looking at the looming figure, they felt strange emotions in their hearts, because the atmosphere in the venue became a little weird.

Xu Yourong's words seemed to be encouragement, but if understood from another angle, they were more like irritation, or even ridicule.

When people think about this, they can't help but feel a lot of emotion. They think that even a saint with a clear mind will still feel a little resentful when she is humiliated by having her engagement broken off in Kyoto.

After hearing this, everyone in the Lishan Sword Sect had other thoughts.

Guan Feibai looked at Gou Hanshi with some uncertainty and said, Looking at junior sister's reaction, senior brother... there should be a chance, right?

Gou Hanshi read through the Taoist canon, but he was really unclear about these things.

At this time, Tang Sanshiliu was the only one who really understood the truth of the matter. He looked at the expressions on people's faces and the movements from the Lishan Sword Sect, and raised a sneer at the corner of his lips, thinking with a sarcastic tone. Come on, how can you people understand the pretentiousness and unique display of affection of this young couple.

People thought Xu Yourong was mocking Chen Changsheng with his words.

Tang Sanshiliu knew it was not the case, and Chen Changsheng himself certainly knew it was not the case. He understood what she meant.

Cultivation requires constant training, and progress requires constant challenges. Winning or losing is not important, and slander is even less important.

If he wants to break through, he needs to learn to ignore all of this and return to the essence of monasticism.

——Acquire insights beyond ordinary values ​​through life insights and battles, and gain powerful spiritual power through the greatest pressure between life and death.

He did not look at her behind Baisha, but at the hot mist deep in the middle of the lake. Finally, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Guan Bai standing in the middle of the field.

The lake breeze blew gently, blowing up the dust between the stone slabs, and the real light sleeves and his clothes were lost.

He walked to the court and came to Guan Bai.

This was the first time many people saw him up close.

People discovered that the legendary Chen Changsheng was not very handsome, but his eyebrows were very clean, with a hint of youthfulness.

He stood there like a fresh spring breeze, freeing himself from the dust.

There were sighs of emotion and praise from the crowd.

Guan Bai was very calm and said nothing more. He took off the long sword from his waist, held it in his hand, and raised it into the air in front of him.

How can he draw the sword now that he only has one hand left?

His hand slowly moved up to the hilt of the sword, and he tightened his grip with slight force on his knuckles.

Accompanied by a pleasant friction sound, the scabbard slowly slid off, revealing the bright sword body.

This picture is very beautiful.

It's like dozens of acres of moss on the lake surface, slowly picked up by a strong wind and then taken away.

More like a general fighting a bloody battle in the yellow sand, slowly but firmly taking off his armor, revealing his body full of strength.

This is disarming.

Removing armor does not always mean returning to the field, it may also be the beginning of a grand battle.

In other words, this will be a battle that returns to the essence, even with a childish meaning.

This battle is not affected by any external factors, there is no entanglement of camp interests, there are no chips or bets, it is just a simple battle.

The competition is about strength and weakness, the battle is about victory and defeat, and what you want is happiness.

It was just a simple scene of the sword being unsheathed, and Guan Bai fully showed his heart and fighting spirit.

Many people's eyes lit up.

Especially ascetics like Guan Feibai.

Who doesn't like a fight like this?

Even Tang Sanliu felt a little hot in his body, and subconsciously walked towards the field and came to the Lishan Sword Sect, wanting to get closer to the battle.

Only Zhe Xiu showed no reaction, still looked indifferent and showed no interest - unlike what the world thought, he actually didn't like fighting. In his opinion, the purpose of fighting was to kill the enemy, and victory, defeat, and happiness were all factors. This kind of thing is really too much to eat minced meat.

The next moment, the fighting spirit that had just been aroused in the crowd of spectators quickly disappeared without a trace.

The bright light in the eyes of Guan Feibai and others disappeared instantly, turning into shock or frustration.

Because a sword intent appeared on the top of Hanshan Mountain.

This sword intent comes from the sword in Guan Bai's hand, from his eyebrows and eyes, from his tightly tied black hair, from his empty sleeve, and from every part of his body.

This sword intent was extremely powerful and sharp. The gravel and grass clippings previously chopped up by the swords of Liang Banhu and Guan Feibai were broken into finer particles.

The lake water and lake wind that had been cut off and then returned to their original state were cut off again, with countless cracks appearing, and they could not be restored for a while. The picture looked a bit magical.

Such a powerful sword intention, even aloof and confident people like Guan Feibai and Tang Sanliu had to admit that they were no match for this sword intention.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, which quickly grew quieter.

All eyes fell on Guan Bai, full of shock and awe.

As worthy of being a strong man on the Xiaoyao Ranking, the famous name of Tiandaoyuan, Guan Bai broke his arm and his strength was seriously damaged. However, not only did his level not decline, he even improved his understanding of the way of the sword!

Just like what Xu Yourong said to Chen Changsheng before, opportunities often come from setbacks, and breakthroughs often come from the test of life and death.

Last year in Kyoto, because of the tragic encounter with the wild dog in the alley, Guan Bai refused to let the old Taoist nun leave. Then he suffered the greatest humiliation and blow in his life.

He left Kyoto and lived in seclusion in a remote mountain village. He spent half a year recovering from the injury of his broken arm, and then began to quietly enlighten himself.

By the creek under the cliff and by the pond behind the farmhouse, he thought calmly and seriously for a long time.

He confirmed that he had done nothing wrong that night. Not to mention that he was already a strong man on the Xiaoyao List at that time. Even the child who did not know how to practice at the age of five or six would still stand up.

Because this thing is right and should be done, so why bother and why care about who the old Taoist nun is? Why regret it?

No, no regrets.

Guan Bai didn't know that the problem he had thought about by the stream and pond was something that a man named Wang Po had thought about in the wilderness of Tianliang County many years ago.

After Wang Po figured out this problem, he finally had his own way of swordsmanship.

Although this kind of sword art is far from as powerful and terrifying as Zhou Dufu's sword art, in terms of realm, it is already qualified enough to be compared.

This kind of sword path is called straightness.

Guan Bai figured out this problem, and from then on he had his own way of swordsmanship, also called Zhi.

That day, the mountains were covered with maple leaves by the stream, and the cicadas were silent by the pond. He had mastered the art of swordsmanship.

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Chen Changsheng felt Guan Bai's sword intent and admired it.

He regarded Wang Po as his idol, so how could he not like this kind of sword intent.

And he vaguely knew what happened to Guan Bai in Kyoto.

He admired the opponent for being able to recover from a serious injury like a severed arm in just one year, and even became more advanced in kendo than before. He also admired the reason for the opponent's injury.

How can one repay such a person with such sword intent? Of course it can only be straight.

With a bang, the snowfield in his body began to burn violently, turning into countless true energy, which was transported everywhere through those narrow meridians.

His body dragged out an afterimage on the stone flat and turned into a straight line. He came to Guan Bai and stabbed out with his sword.

This sword is extremely straight.