Chapter 67 The Flying Immortal from Beyond the World
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. The sun set and the afterglow of the setting sun spread over the earth, covering the hall with a layer of gorgeous golden coat.
In a corner of the garden, Shangguan Jiannan was standing quietly in a purple robe. His figure looked particularly tall and lonely under the setting sun.
But he knew that loneliness was only temporary and he would soon have his own glorious moment.
The setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the sky red. A long sword flickered in the afterglow, like a silver dragon, reflecting Shangguan Jiannan's tall figure.
He stood quietly, facing the gradually sinking sun, his heart was in turmoil, and his thoughts seemed to be swallowed up by the boundless sunset.
"Oh..." A soft sigh escaped from his lips, carrying with it a hint of helplessness and melancholy.
Half a month's time passed in a flash like quicksand through your fingertips.
Ever since he entered the ranks of inner disciples, the hard training day and night did not seem to make him feel that time was long. Instead, half of the time had passed quietly before he noticed.
"In half a month, I have only mastered the essence of the fourth form of Tianxuan Sword Technique. It will take some time to master the fifth form."
Shangguan Jiannan pondered secretly in his heart, frowning slightly.
And the Yeyou Wuying Mentality Method is like a faint orchid in the mist, and its true meaning is hard to grasp.
Although he worked day and night, he was still lingering at the peak of the second level, and the threshold of the third level seemed out of reach.
“Although the Xuanyin spiritual energy absorbed is becoming increasingly pure, it still pales in comparison to the spiritual energy contained in the Lengyue Frost Crystal.”
He shook his head helplessly, feeling bitter in his heart.
The path of cultivation is already extremely costly, and the demand for Xuanyin spiritual energy makes him feel even more stressed.
It seems that it is time to embark on the journey to Lengyuehantan again.
Thinking back to the Lengyue Cold Crystals that I brought back from the cold pond last time, there are only a few left now, with only nine pieces lying alone in the storage bag.
The corners of Shangguan Jiannan's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly. The consumption of each piece of cold crystal was like cutting out the flesh of his heart, which made him feel extremely distressed.
But then, he felt the spiritual energy in his body was even purer than half a month ago, and the pain in his body was slightly relieved, replaced by a sense of relief and satisfaction.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. There was a hint of warmth in his nostrils and his breathing was steady and powerful.
At this moment, he seemed to have thrown away all distracting thoughts, and his mind was clear.
When the wind blew, his body moved slightly, the sword light weaved, and the human figure and sword shadow intertwined together, like a flowing painting.
The sword's power was sharp yet elegant, like the autumn wind sweeping through the fallen leaves, with a bit of bleakness and sadness; it was also as surging as the waves, endless, showing his profound swordsmanship.
Suddenly, Shangguan Jiannan closed his eyes, and his whole body seemed to merge with the world. All his movements became so natural, smooth and flawless.
In the setting sun, his shadow was stretched out, and together with the long sword in his hand, it formed a breathtaking picture.
At this moment, he seemed to no longer be the young man who was troubled by cultivation, but had become the true king of swords, sharing the same breath and destiny with the heaven and earth.
The breeze blew gently, and Shangguan Jiannan's purple robe fluttered in the wind like a fluttering battle flag. The long sword in his hand made a series of "woooo" sounds as he danced, and his steps were light, as if he was walking in the clouds.
Surrounding his body were gusts of extremely strong wind, which swept across him wantonly but failed to shake him in the slightest.
Shangguan Jiannan seemed to be dancing with the wind. Every breath and every movement was accompanied by the surge of breath. He was completely immersed in the world of sword intent.
"Mysterious wind sweeps the leaves, scattering with the wind, unrestrained. The essence of swordsmanship lies in that freedom of will, self-defense and survival in the invisible."
He recited silently in his mind, his body moved according to his mind, and his sword moves were released as he wished. The third and fourth moves were completed in one go without any delay.
There was a sudden rumbling sound, and Shangguan Jiannan's figure flashed and he stepped lightly. The air around him seemed to be drawn by his movements, making bursts of buzzing sounds.
The fourth move of Tianxuan Sword Technique was performed, sword energy overflowed, and the strong wind was like a knife, but he seemed to be standing by and only focused on the state of sword intent.
The fine steel sword cut through the void at lightning speed, and each swing was extremely precise, as if every one of his movements had been tempered a thousand times.
However, all this happened so naturally and smoothly, as if he was just dancing according to his own will, rather than doing it deliberately.
After swinging the sword dozens of times, Shangguan Jiannan suddenly put away the sword and stood up. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, giving him a layer of golden glow.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and in that smile there was both satisfaction with self-breakthrough and anticipation for future challenges.
At this moment, the space seemed to fluctuate slightly, and several bright ripples quietly emerged.
Shangguan Jiannan's eyes fixed, and he suddenly pointed his sword into the void, shouting softly: "Break! Fairy from the sky!" This sword condensed all his will and strength, pointing directly to the end of nothingness.