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Without the use of extraordinary power, the Decaying Sword Intention is still under Zhou An's control, but it has also lost a large part of its power, possessing a god but losing its form.

Zhou An also feels that only the part he controls truly belongs to him.

His swordsmanship is unparalleled, but at the same time it has many flaws, as if there are loopholes everywhere, which is in sharp contrast to Huang Qiming.

Huang Qiming's sword intent is thick and perfect, without any flaws, just like the full moon in the sky.

Zhou An couldn't find any flaws in it. When the two of them hit 300 moves, they were still evenly matched, with no clear winner.

Time passed quietly during this process. Zhou An originally thought that the winner of this competition would be determined soon, and that he would easily defeat the opponent, but he did not expect that Huang Qiming was so powerful.

Huang Qiming's sword intention is not only thick soil, but also gushing spring. It seems to be the fusion of two completely different sword intentions. In comparison, it is more brilliant than You Wen.

Extremely thick and long-lasting at the same time.

After more than 7,000 moves, the two still had not determined the winning time. It was already night, the sky was full of stars and the moon was shining brightly.

The surrounding environment was also destroyed by them. The stream was diverted to the east, and the original mountain forest became bare, and even a layer of soil was removed from the ground.

At the same time, more and more monks gathered to watch the competition between the two. Such a competition was quite difficult, and many of them gained some insights from it.

Generally speaking, the challenge is not just about swordsmanship, the small gap will become huge with the blessing of spiritual power, and the battle will often end quickly.

Zhou An's method of competition is also new.

"I didn't expect that after so many years of seeing each other, Senior Huang's swordsmanship has reached such an extent." A monk carrying a gourd on his back sighed.

Another monk standing next to him said: "Who is that person next to him? I have never seen him before, but he is on par with Senior Huang. He looks very young, and his future is formidable."

The monk carrying the gourd shook his head: "Don't you even know about him? It seems that you have really been shutting up during this period. He is Zhou An, who caused a lot of trouble in Wu'an City. He is extremely talented in swordsmanship. He was the one who made a lot of noise yesterday.

Defeat and kill You Wen."

"You Wen? Are you talking about the You Wen of Hezhou Qizi?"

"Of course, it's a pity that I didn't go there at that time. There was a lot of noise in that battle, and you should have felt it too."

…

The pale moonlight fell on the side of Zhou An's face. Zhou An drew dozens of sword shadows with his right hand and attacked Huang Qiming. The more he struck, the more frightened he became.

He did not expect that Huang Qiming's swordsmanship had reached such an extent. If he really wanted to say that, he was not as good as Huang Qiming, because the corrupted sword intention itself was extremely special and could continuously corrode the enemy's sword intention, which allowed him to resist until now.

Huang Qiming was far from as calm as he seemed on the surface, and his palms were sweating. Zhou An was more difficult to deal with than he expected, especially because the strange sword intention was extremely resilient, as if it had vitality. He was like

He was fighting two people at the same time.

Under such a situation of ebb and flow, he is probably bound to lose.

Thinking of this, Huang Qiming suddenly stopped and said calmly: "I admit defeat. You have won, Fellow Daoist Zhou. I think both of you and I can predict the outcome. I am convinced that I lost."

The battle came to an abrupt end.

Zhou An was stunned and stopped, thinking that the fight would last until tomorrow morning. Indeed, as Huang Qiming said, his kendo has been polished to the extreme, but he will lose here. The kendo he has learned is itself

Not extreme enough.

If not, Zhou An might not be his opponent today.

He laughed loudly and said, "That's cool. You are much more open-minded than that guy You Wen. He won't admit defeat even to the death."

Huang Qiming smiled bitterly, shook his head, and seemed to disagree with Zhou An's statement, saying: "Maybe I took the wrong path. After so many years, I have already lost the spirit that a swordsman should have."

"Maybe he is a true swordsman who abandons life and death and moves forward indomitably."

Zhou Ansheng gasped, sat down on the stone, and said: "I think he is not as good as you. No one said that sword cultivators should be like this. Speaking of which, you are more like an immortal, doing whatever you want and being casual.

To do nothing but to do nothing."

This was the truth, what he said from his heart, and there was no flattery in it.

Huang Qiming laughed after hearing this. These words were indeed very pleasing to the ear, and he actually had a clear understanding in his heart: "What you said is not wrong."

In the following time, Zhou An took a fishing rod and sat next to Huang Qiming to fish together, exchanging kendo experiences and practicing insights.

"This is a wine that I have treasured for a long time. The two of us hit it off like old friends today, so we must have a good drink." Huang Qiming took out a huge wine jar half a person's height from the cave and placed it by the river. He just opened the wine jar, and the wine was fragrant.

Overflowing, filling half of the mountain, and also attracted several monks who had been waiting for a long time to come closer.

"Well, Huang Qiming, you didn't even call us when you were drinking." A shirtless monk, who looked like a monk, came out of the forest and cursed.

As he spoke, he walked to the wine jar, took a bowl of wine, and drank without showing any sign of others.

When Huang Qiming saw this, he also cursed angrily: "You old drunkard, you came here just because you smelled it. I invited Fellow Daoist Zhou to drink this. Don't drink too much."

Then, Huang Qiming introduced to Zhou An: "This is Luda, an alcoholic. He practices the Buddha's Light Golden Bell Path. He doesn't care about cultivation. He only knows how to drink in one day. But what's annoying is that he still achieved the transformation of the spirit."

Luda smiled at Zhou An, waved his hand and said: "We are no match for young people like you. This life is almost over, and we can be satisfied with just drinking bad wine."

Seeing this, Zhou An couldn't help but sigh at the huge gap between people. How many monks couldn't achieve the goal of transforming themselves into gods despite all their hard work, but these monks who used the magic weapon felt like they were failing.

He shook his head and said: "The monks in the transformation stage are already the best among all monks. Senior Luda does not need to belittle himself."

When Luda heard Zhou An's words, he showed a strange look and said, "You look like a young man, but you are only thirty or forty years old. It only took a few decades to reach this point."

"I think you have the opportunity to pursue the supreme path, but don't follow our example of doing nothing."

The supreme road?

Zhou An felt strange when he heard this. After all, even a monk in the tribulation stage is only equivalent to a third-level extraordinary person.

Monks in the Tribulation Stage are quite rare, and one may not emerge in a thousand or even ten thousand years. Sword Immortals, for example, are generally only monks in the Integration Stage. However, their sword skills have reached a certain level, so they are called Sword Immortals.

In addition to Lu Da, two other monks who knew Huang Qiming also came over to drink, namely Shan Yue and Huang Su.

Shanyue is a woman wearing a cloak, she is also a monk in the transformation stage, and her personality is quite forthright. Halfway through her drink, she insisted on competing with Zhou An. Of course, Zhou An refused. Such a competition was of no use to him.

Meaningless.

Huang Su is a slightly younger monk, a junior in the Huang Qiming family. When drinking, he was respectful and a bit reserved. He also called Zhou An one after another.

"Since the ultimate goal of an immortal cultivator is to ascend and become an immortal, then where will he go after his ascension?" Zhou An said with a blush, this is something he has always been curious about.

Everyone else looked over, Huang Qiming shook his head and said: "No one knows, I'm afraid only the real immortals know, but there are only a few people who have ascended to immortality throughout the ages."

"The one who has the chance to become an immortal recently is probably the Changchun Sword Immortal. Unfortunately, the Changchun Sword Immortal died unexpectedly."

"Changchun Sword Immortal?" Zhou An raised his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, he heard this name again and said, "Changchun Sword Immortal has a chance to become an immortal?"

Huang Qiming nodded and said: "Of course, he is a tribulation monk. It is said that he is only one step away from ascending."

Zhou An said dumbly: "Such a powerful monk should be invincible in the world. Why did he fall unexpectedly?"