Martial Cultivator

As Gan Yong opened his mouth, a flying sword burst out of the sword box. The sword's body was as red as the morning glow!

Gan Yong had indeed been depressed for some time when Jian was defeated in seclusion. However, as he became blind and unable to see, all the past events in his mind emerged before his eyes. The dissolute and frivolous past decades were wiped out by his own eyes. I fully understand that I am entirely to blame for today's defeat, and I deserve it.

But since he had already lost, he continued to give up on himself and spend the rest of his life like this, but he still failed and continued to climb to the pinnacle of the sword. This flying sword, Zhaoxia, gave him the answer.

This sword was forged by his own hands. The cold iron used was not originally blood red. He dyed it with his own blood. He soaked the cold iron in the blood for ninety-nine and eighty-one days. After taking out the cold iron stone, he made it with his own hands. By that time, there was already some warmth, and the whole body became extremely bright and red.

After casting this sword, although Gan Yong had never seen the true appearance of this flying sword, he already knew it in his heart, so he named it Zhaoxia, in memory of his youth, and also to say that although he was blind, he would not be able to fly in the future. For countless years, my heart has never grown old. During the journey of swordsmanship, I still think of myself as a young man and am still sincere.

In fact, after Gan Yong figured this out, it didn't matter whether he was defeated by the sword or blinded that day.

Gan Yong, who exhaled a big mouthful of turbid air, seemed to have exhaled all the pent-up energy in this half-hearted man, raised his head and said with great sincerity, "I originally thought that when I came out of the mountain again, I would definitely compete with the opponent of the day. Let him I know that I am not wasting my time, but if I actually think like this, then I am really wasting my time. ♦♦🆂🅷🆄🆇.🅲♦🅼

Emperor Liang said calmly, "If you can't let go of the past, then the so-called resolution is empty talk."

"What your Majesty said is absolutely true, so later someone invited me to come and fight with Your Majesty, and I happily accepted. Your Majesty, a great figure in the world, although he doesn't practice swordsmanship, is still good enough. I can draw a sword after half a dozen years, naturally." It’s better to choose someone like His Majesty.”

Gan Yong murmured softly, "When I draw the sword this time, I don't want the world to know that Gan Yong is still alive and has made further progress. I just want to tell the world that whether he is blind or defeated by the sword, in my heart, It’s all nothing!” 🄲

Emperor Daliang looked at Gan Yong at this moment and said, "Gan Jianxian is already in the state of mind. It won't be too far to reach the state of Dajianxian."

Gan Yong said even more seriously, "To be honest with your Majesty, I feel that after a battle with your Majesty, I will definitely be able to take another step forward and step into that mysterious realm."

Emperor Liang shook his head and said, "What a pity."

Gan Yong was startled and then asked, "What's the pity?"

Emperor Liang said calmly, "How can I be killed easily?"

You, Gan Yong, want to step into that mysterious realm through this battle, which is certainly good, but through this battle, you want me to die to be a stepping stone for you, but how can I die under your control while I am in the world? Down?

In other words, if Gan Yong defeats Emperor Daliang in front of him, he may enter the realm of Great Sword Immortal, but Emperor Daliang will not let him win.

"Your Majesty has been seriously injured. Without that oil-paper umbrella, how can you maintain your Majesty's will?"

Gan Yong didn't believe that the current Emperor of Liang could still leave alive, especially at this moment, he was already full of confidence in himself.

The Emperor of Daliang said calmly, "I am in the territory of Daliang, how could I die in your hands?"

Gan Yong sighed, "Everyone will die."

Emperor Liang held the umbrella handle and looked at it expressionlessly.

Walking slowly down the street, "Everyone will die, and I will naturally die, but now that I don't want to die, who can take me out of this world?"

Gan Yong didn't speak, he just stretched out his hand to hold the flying sword Zhaoxia. At this moment, his aura continued to rise, and in an instant he had returned to the peak level before half a century, but it did not stop. After a while, his aura became even stronger. It keeps improving, and then becomes stronger and stronger, until it reaches a critical point.

At that critical point, one step forward is the realm of the Great Sword Immortal.

He was already standing at the threshold.

Emperor Liang shook his head and said, "You can't."

Gan Yong did not speak, he just raised the morning glow and drew his sword lightly. A cold sword light bloomed from the tip of the sword. A wave of sword energy cut through the wind and snow and fell towards the long street.

At the same time, Gan Yong jumped up and hit Emperor Daliang.

It is not common for swordsmen to raise their swords to face the enemy, but Gan Yong, who has only been half a year old, has realized that the sword must be raised to exert its maximum power.

Seeing that the old swordsman had arrived in front of him, Emperor Liang took a look at the flying sword and exclaimed, "It's a good sword!"

Each of the four flying swords has its own merits, but when it comes to its significance to Gan Yong, I am afraid that only this flying sword is Zhaoxia. Unlike the previous three swords, this flying sword represents the meaning of the entire Gan Yong's life.

It's just that no matter how good the sword is, once the tip of the sword is pointed at you, it may not be considered a good sword.

Emperor Liang didn't care about this. Facing this swordsman who had long been famous all over the world, he used the umbrella handle in his hand to fight against the enemy. Under the opponent's sword, he hit the umbrella handle with one hand and defeated the sword energy, and then the two When people meet, Gan Yong keeps drawing out his sword. The long time of half a century has now turned into sharp sword light and bursts of strong sword energy here.

Emperor Daliang's broken imperial robes were flying, and every time the umbrella handle in his hand collided with the flying sword, it would tremble for a long time. In fact, if it weren't for the blessing of Emperor Daliang's Qi, how could this ordinary umbrella handle have spent endless time with Gan Yong? Flying swords made to fight against.

It's just that Gan Yong, a master of swordsmanship, was very meticulous in every sword move. Emperor Liang on the opposite side seemed to be very casual in dealing with it. The handle of the umbrella in his hand appeared again and again at the key point of Gan Yong's sword. After the initial parry, Emperor Liang suddenly had the intention of turning his back on guests.

He is a martial artist who has reached the end of Wangyou, a figure who can be compared with the Taoist Master and the Great Sword Immortal. No matter how strong Gan Yong is, he has never crossed that threshold.

Of course, no matter how seriously injured Emperor Liang was, he never fell beyond that threshold.

There is still a gulf between the two.

Emperor Daliang was fighting Gan Yong while looking into the distance. The Buddhist Vajra had long been seriously injured and had been adjusting his breath at the moment. He had no intention of getting involved in a short time. As for the gray-robed old Taoist who had been watching from the sidelines, he was Really difficult characters.

"Old Master, since you finally made it out of the mountains, why do you keep testing me while hiding in the dark? All you have to do is take action now. You and I will have a good fight."

Emperor Liang's voice sounded slowly, like a loud bell.

"Your Majesty, I don't dare to compare myself to Your Majesty. I would like to ask Gan Jianxian to consume Your Majesty for a while. I'm afraid that Gan Jianxian's half-a-year cultivation has not been fully displayed at this moment."

The voice of the old man in gray robe sounded not far away, but he was quite calm.

Emperor Daliang glanced at Gan Yong in front of him and didn't care. He just asked, "When will Gan Jianxian's strongest sword be used?"