The Name of Eternity

With many thoughts coming together, Li Hao's mind emerged with the appearance of watching Lin Qingying practice sword these days.

That graceful figure danced in his mind.

Li Hao's mind was completely calm, and his eyes became focused and solemn.

The small flaws he saw during the sword practice were now integrated into his mind, and his mind was also gathered to the tip of his pen.

He ground the ink, picked up the pen, and put the ink on the paper. The beautiful woman appeared on the white paper and danced gracefully.

Her sword posture was like a god, her eyes were like a clear lake, and her whole body contained the softest sword.

Under Li Hao's pen and ink, her sword intention was more pure and soft, like a pool of clear water, and like floating rain.

The sword intention was like cotton, the sword edge was like a line, and the posture was like a rippling wave. The offensive changes were invisible, impossible to spy on, and unpredictable!

As the first painting was finished, Li Hao took the drawing paper down and hung it in the air, followed by the second and third paintings.

It took three hours to complete the three paintings.

With the completion of the three paintings, Li Hao's painting experience increased by 70,000 experience points, and he was much closer to the one million experience point.

Coming back from the intoxicated thoughts, Li Hao looked at the woman who was still sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, and brought the three paintings in his hand to her, saying:

"These are three paintings for you, you can take a look."

After that, he stood up, put away the drawing board and ink, and returned to his own courtyard.

Lin Qingying opened her eyes and looked at the three paintings floating in front of her. Her eyes fell on the first painting. When she saw the woman dancing on the white paper, she felt a shock in her heart.

When her eyes focused on it, the woman in front of her seemed to descend from the painting to reality, waving the sword in front of her, with a round posture, and every sword and dance was light and soft.

She suddenly remembered that she had practiced like this before, but that was half a month ago.

And the posture that I practiced at that time seemed not as perfect as the one in this painting.

Lin Qingying was stunned, and her thoughts were drawn by the sword intent in the painting and immersed in it.

After practicing the sword technique in the painting, Lin Qingying suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, and she realized where her flaws were.

She was a little shocked that the other party could actually see the flaws in her sword intent and draw them!

And there are three of these paintings?

Lin Qingying's eyes moved, and she held back and did not practice immediately, but continued to watch the second one.

The posture of practicing sword in the second painting was a week ago.

Lin Qingying stared at it seriously for a long time before she understood and absorbed it. Her face became complicated. This second painting also complemented her sword intent.

Her eyes fell on the third painting. In addition to her, there was a vague figure on it. Lin Qingying recognized it at a glance. This was the scene of the previous battle with the Dragon Slayer Saint.

At this moment, the battle seemed to be repeated in front of her.

But this time, the woman in the painting drew her sword very decisively. When the opponent burst out the Dharma of heaven and earth, she only used a sword to moisten everything silently, and then destroyed his Dharma and defeated his true body!

Extremely soft!

What is extreme softness? Soft as water, like air, soft everywhere!

The sword intent is endless, scattered in all things, and condensed from all things!

Lin Qingying's eyes showed a trance, and in an instant, the blood in her body seemed to boil and burn for a while, with an uncontrollable excitement.

This is the perfect extreme soft sword intent, the great sword intent!

She quickly turned her head and wanted to see Li Hao, but saw that the place where the other party often sat was no longer there.

Lin Qingying suddenly had an indescribable feeling in her heart, just like time passing and could not be captured.

This feeling made Lin Qingying lose her mind for a while, but soon she dispersed her mind and found that in Li Hao's courtyard, the other party was sitting in the courtyard carving, as usual.

Lin Qingying's tense heartstrings quietly relaxed at this moment.

She stared at him deeply. At this moment, she had already realized that the Qingfeng she had picked up was not simple at all.

Lin Qingying withdrew her thoughts and carefully put away the three scrolls in front of her. This time, she was particularly serious and rolled up the scrolls and put them into the space of heaven and earth.

Two of the three paintings were her daily sword practice. Lin Qingying bit her lip slightly, her eyes flickered, but soon her thoughts focused on her sword.

The great sword intent emerged in her mind, and the sword in her hand danced again.

As a saint-level prodigy, she has a very high talent for swordsmanship. At this moment, she got some tips and quickly integrated them.

Moreover, the tips for painting are easier to understand than the master's teachings, which is equivalent to hand-in-hand teaching.

In the yard, the sword intent rises like the wind and stops like the wind.

The weeds are floating, the fallen leaves are rolling, and what rises with the wind may not only be the sword...

The decisive battle of the top 16 begins.

The seats outside the venue were still full. All the outer disciples arrived in advance, and the tens of thousands of inner disciples were sitting quietly in the audience. They had all finished their battles and got their final rankings. They had also gained a lot from this competition.

Now, the battle between the strongest sixteen geniuses in the Sword Ancestor Holy Land will surely bring a luxurious and extreme swordsmanship feast.

The confrontation between the saints is basically the five extreme realms, so when the extreme realms are the same, the comparison is the Dao domain and swordsmanship.

Li Hao followed Lin Shanhai and other alchemists to the floating seats. The battle between the top sixteen has not started yet, but the atmosphere on the scene is already extremely hot.

Li Hao looked at Lin Qingying standing quietly on the holy stage, and saw the other party's eyes as calm as still water, knowing that his scroll had been absorbed by the other party.

"Today was a tough battle. I hope Qingying's luck won't be too bad and he won't encounter those troublesome guys right away."

Shi Huajin looked worried.

Because of Lin Shanhai's relationship, they all preferred Lin Qingying to win.

But the first place is suppressed by Holy Son Haoyue. If you want to win the first place, you must cross this high mountain.

The rest of the rankings are more promising and more intense.

"As long as you rank among the top ten, you will get the incense of a hundred cities; if you get first place, you will get the incense of a country!"

Lin Shanhai had a look of worry in his eyes, incense was the key to becoming a saint, and this competition must be fierce.

Moreover, this incense is not a one-time reward, but will also be enshrined in the rewarded area!

On the holy platform, more than a dozen saints and saints stood quietly, all with extraordinary grace and unique temperament. They seemed to be together, but they all seemed to be independent.

The Dragon-Slaying Holy Son looked at Lin Qingying with a fighting spirit in his eyes. He had been defeated before, but today he wanted to meet the opponent again and have a good fight.

Soon, with the arrival of the Sword Master, the Law of Chaos involved everyone's tokens and arranged them in disorder.

Everyone's opponents were quickly matched.

"Um?"

When Qiu Wuhen saw that his opponent was actually Holy Son Haoyue, he frowned slightly, but soon returned to normal.

Others also noticed that Qiu Wuhen was unlucky and got the Holy Son of Haoyue.

This also made many people secretly relieved. Although they did not think that they would definitely lose to the opponent, if they met in the finals, they could fight as much as they wanted, but they did not want to meet them early.

At the same time, Saint Son of Dragon Slayer also saw that his opponent was not Lin Qingying, but another Saint Son of Purple Yang, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Lin Qingying also looked up and saw that her opponent was actually the sword master himself.

Her eyes flickered slightly and she turned around to look. At the same time, another woman in snow clothes also looked towards her. Two pairs of beautiful eyes looked at each other and then looked back.

"Disciple, Holy Son Haoyue's Sun and Moon Sword Technique is more restrained against you. Please be careful and reserve your strength to fight again later."

In Qiu Wuhen's mind, his master's voice came.

Qiu Wuhen was slightly silent and did not respond. Give in? But he wanted to try.

Perhaps in an extreme dilemma, one can gain insight into the shortcomings of the sword's will and enter the Tao more quickly.

Soon, the first battle began.

There is only one battlefield arena today, not three arenas starting at the same time, which also makes the entire audience focus on one place.

The first battle was between Holy Son Haoyue and Qiu Wuhen.

Li Hao saw that this fishing friend actually got the Holy Son of Haoyue, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

He also saw the swordsmanship of Holy Son Haoyue yesterday. It was indeed very strong. It was obviously a step better than what the other saints showed. It had already been accomplished, and it was an extremely strong sword intent!

Of course, unless others are hiding their clumsiness, judging from the current situation, based on sword intent alone, the other party should be number one.

On the field, Holy Son Haoyue and Qiu Wuhen both landed in it.

"A sword with thousands of threads is nothing but a drizzle in front of the sun, moon, heaven and earth. Your sword is restrained by me. You are no match for me. Just admit defeat."

Holy Son Haoyue stood with his hands behind his back, but his expression was calm and calm, as if he was recounting a fact without any arrogance.

Qiu Wuhen's expression was not too troubled, and he just said calmly:

"A drop of water can penetrate a stone, a drizzle can cover the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon, and a spring curtain can cover all things. How can you know which one is strong and which one is weak if you don't try?"

"Do you want to practice my sword power? I'm afraid you won't have the chance."

There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of Holy Son Haoyue. He immediately understood the other person's thoughts and wanted to use him as a sharpening stone. How could this be possible?

As the magic circle condenses, it also indicates that the battle has begun.

On the holy platform, Lin Qingying and many other saints were also watching.

On the battlefield, Qiu Wuhen did not rely solely on swordsmanship to win as before, but instead directly inspired the ultimate power.

Its whole body exudes golden light, and the extreme level of divine power greatly increases the strength of its physical body, which greatly increases its physical resistance and healing capabilities.

The veins of heaven and earth extend like a whirlpool, gathering forces from all directions and quickly pushing their state to the peak.

The soul is hidden in the body and becomes one with the body, which can help him detect subtle attacks.

This extremely difficult state of cultivation has already been reached for the Holy Son, who has endless resources and extremely talented people.

"Finally pushed him to his limit."

In the audience, Luo Cheng, who was defeated by Qiu Wuhen yesterday, smiled bitterly, but his eyes became serious, wanting to see the opponent's ultimate power.

On the other side, an old man among the six half-saints sighed secretly, knowing that his disciple was being more serious this time.

He secretly smiled bitterly, and he also knew the other party's temper. He seemed to be indifferent on weekdays, but in fact he was very stubborn in his heart.

Holy Son Haoyue felt the power of the other party's extreme state, but his eyes remained indifferent, but golden light gradually appeared all over his body, and he only displayed the extreme state of divine power.

Whoosh!

Qiu Wuhen was the first to take action. His body suddenly teleported and disappeared. It was Guixu teleportation.

When he faced Luo Cheng before, he did not use this method and only relied on his sword to capture and defeat him. But now he used Guixu and took the initiative to attack.

Holy Son Haoyue turned his eyes, and the gold-rimmed color in his pupils made him seem to be able to glimpse some traces. The sword light in his hand suddenly flicked out, and Qiu Wuhen, who had just emerged from the teleportation of Return to Ruins, seemed to take the initiative to face the opponent's face. The sword light greeted him.

Qiu Wuhen's body suddenly retreated. This attack was not a real attack, but a test.

"The divine eyes of the sun and moon can spy on Guixu!"

Qiu Wuhen's eyes were solemn. The other party was born with heterochromatic pupils. As the rumors said, he could spy on Guixu's movements!

It is said that this is a pair of divine eyes, which are formed by the ultimate concentration of the great way by the saints. It contains the truth of the holy way. It is understandable that the other party has such divine eyes and can spy on Guixu.

Since Guixu is useless, Qiu Wuhen did not intend to use it to attack again. He drew the sword at his waist. The sword was covered with rust, but at this moment, the rust fell off.

These rusts are not rust, but blood rust!

The blood on it dried up. At this moment, as the blood rust fell off, the bright sword light like autumn water emerged.

"Sword passes, no trace!"

Qiu Wuhen suddenly made a move, directly using one of his unique skills!

The sword in his hand seemed to turn into autumn wind. When he waved it, the sword energy suddenly disappeared, and the void was cut open.

"Wherever the sun and the moon shine, there are traces. Your sword is a small Dao!"

The Holy Son of Haoyue stood in the air, his eyes were cold, and he looked down at Qiu Wuhen in front of him. At the moment he swung his sword, his Dao domain extended all over his body. Forty-nine Dao domains were stacked one after another, and there seemed to be yin and yang, sun and moon rotating inside. That sword energy without any trace actually emerged in his Dao domain and was frozen!

"Forty-nine Dao domains!!"

"My God, am I seeing it wrong?"

The outer disciples under the stage were all shocked and boiling.

On the holy stage, many holy sons also stared slightly.

In the crowd, Jiang Yingyue, who had already lost and missed the top 16, moved her eyes slightly and looked towards a floating seat somewhere. Seeing the young man sitting calmly, her eyes flashed.

Not knowing the other party's age, the number of Dao domains is not comparable.

Some of the Dao realms in the holy land who have lived for thousands of years are said to have condensed dozens or even nearly a hundred Dao realms. They were all saints in the past, but they were not able to become saints later, so they could only develop horizontally and delve into the Dao domain.

The old saints who have practiced for thousands of years are extremely powerful.

Bang!

Under the suppression of the Dao domain, the silent and traceless sword energy not only appeared, but was also shattered.

The expression of the Saint of Haoyue was indifferent, and then he also drew the sword in his hand, and suddenly cut the moon with a sword!

The sword light was like a crescent moon, silvery and dazzling, which was the sword technique used to defeat another saint with a sword yesterday.

Qiu Wuhen's eyes were solemn, and he wanted to dodge, but he found that the sword light actually locked on him.

Guixu!

He quickly dodged and moved, but the sword light actually followed him and was not blocked by Guixu.

Qiu Wuhen immediately understood that the sword light was moving with the will of the Holy Son of Haoyue, and the opponent's Sun and Moon Divine Eyes could see his movements. As long as he could not escape the opponent's Divine Eyes, he could not escape the opponent's sword energy!

No wonder the opponent was able to defeat the Holy Son with one sword yesterday!

This is a sword that will definitely hit!

Since you can't avoid it, then break it! !

Qiu Wuhen's eyes showed a fighting spirit, and he suddenly waved the sword light. The sword intent was like silk, layered, and it seemed to turn into a net of heaven and earth in front of him, covering and imprisoning the entire space.

With a bang, the crescent moon turned and cut, as if it was indestructible, and his sword net was instantly cut.

But the layers of sword intent gradually slowed down the sword energy, but the next moment, the sword energy suddenly disappeared.

Qiu Wuhen's pupils shrank, and his body flashed hurriedly, but a tearing force still appeared on his chest, and with a bang, his body flew backwards.

Blood splattered, Qiu Wuhen felt that all the bones in his chest were cut off, and he quickly used his unfading power to heal quickly.

Fortunately, he was in a state of divine power, with amazing self-healing ability, otherwise this sword might have taken half of his life!

The opponent teleported Guixu and used it on the sword energy.

Qiu Wuhen looked up, his eyes were cold, he knew this method, but the opponent had the Sun and Moon Divine Eyes, which was equivalent to abolishing his Guixu Extreme Realm, and although he could capture the Guixu Extreme Realm, he could only barely see through it. If the opponent's movements were too fast, he would also be hit.

Moreover, his sword intent was all cut off, and he lost the means to capture the traces of Guixu.

At this moment, there was some silence outside the field.

Yesterday, the Holy Son of Haoyue defeated another Holy Son with one sword, and today, it was another sword that seriously injured the Holy Son of Wuhen.

Everyone could see that if the opponent took the opportunity to attack fiercely, Qiu Wuhen would be in great danger.

"A small path is a small path, how dare it compete with the sun and the moon?"

Haoyue's eyes were cold, as if he was stating the facts. When he said this, his own sword intent was also perfected.

While constantly defeating small paths, he could also build his invincible Dao heart and perfect his own Dao.

Qiu Wuhen stabbed the ground with his sword, stood up, his eyes became sharp, and the sword in his hand burst into dazzling light.

"Sword without shadow!"

Suddenly, he drew his sword again, and this sword had already been made when he raised his hand.

Whoosh!

The sword light shuttled through the void and suddenly appeared in front of the Holy Son of Haoyue, and it actually shuttled directly through his forty-nine Dao domains!

Everyone's eyes were still on the sword in Qiu Wuhen's hand, and his sword energy had already been released.

With a puff, the Holy Son of Haoyue tilted his head slightly, and a slight scratch appeared on his cheek, but the wound had healed before the blood flowed out.

His eyes became cold, and this sword actually injured him.

"Bright Moon!"

He slowly raised his hand, and the sword light in his hand condensed into a bright moon, as if he was holding a round of moonlight in his hand.

Then, suddenly thousands of sword qi shot out.

Each sword qi exuded extremely terrifying power, not inferior to the crescent moon that was cut out alone before.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of sword light flashed in the void, and Qiu Wuhen's sword became fragmented and riddled with holes.

His Dao domain extended, and thirty-seven Dao domains appeared layer by layer. The number of Dao domains shocked the disciples below the stage. The opponent's Dao domain alone was enough to suppress more than 90% of the inner disciples.

However, compared with the forty-nine Dao domains of the Holy Son of Haoyue, there was still a big difference.

The sword light penetrated and intersected along a straight line, tearing Qiu Wuhen's Dao domain apart in an instant.

Several sword lights fell on him in succession, knocking him away and cutting off his arm.

A mighty force suddenly enveloped Qiu Wuhen, resisting the remaining hundreds of sword lights.

The Holy Son of Haoyue frowned slightly and looked up at the old man among the six elders.

"You have already won this battle."

The old man said calmly, and then Qiu Wuhen's body on the battle stage disappeared, and the sword held in the broken hand also disappeared, and appeared in front of the old man.

The old man raised his hand and pressed it, and the power of the law enveloped his body, and his body healed quickly and recovered from his injuries.

The face of the Holy Son of the Moon was indifferent, and he also withdrew the Dao domain, and the golden light on his body dissipated and restrained.

If he killed the opponent in this battle, it would be detrimental to his reputation, and it would also be a great loss to the Holy Land, but he was not angry.

Qiu Wuhen stood up, his face was a little ugly, knowing that he had lost, and lost completely.

His sword pursued traceless like drizzle, but in front of the opponent's Sun and Moon Divine Eye, it was completely exposed, and the Guixu Extreme Realm was also abolished. The gap between the two was indeed too big.

"Thank you, Master."

Qiu Wuhen bowed his head and said to the old man, and then turned and retreated.

The old man sighed in his heart. If you don't try, you will never know the gap. I hope that after this battle, it will not be a blow to Qiu Wuhen, but an encouragement.

As the first battle ended, cheers broke out among the silent disciples below the stage, and countless calls for "Holy Son of the Moon" rang out.

Here, the strong are respected. The strength of the Holy Son of Haoyue has made countless outer disciples crazy. He is too strong. He is simply a gap among the Holy Sons. One sword can severely injure the Holy Son, and another sword can almost kill him. It is simply terrible.

The faces of other Holy Sons and Holy Ladies have become more solemn. Seeing the return of the Holy Son of Haoyue, they feel like a mountain is approaching.

Lin Qingying's eyes flickered slightly, and she felt a little pressure. Now her extremely soft sword intent has been perfected. It can be regarded as the top of cultivation. If she goes deeper, she will enter the Tao.

She doesn't know if she can compete with the other party with her current swordsmanship.

On the other side, Bian Ruxue is also looking at the Holy Son of Haoyue. The other party's sword intent is majestic, the sun and the moon are shining, and he is born with divine eyes. It can be said to be the best level in their generation.

The Sword Saint Master told her yesterday that the Holy Son of Haoyue has been practicing for a longer time than her, and she is not an existence that she can currently compete with. In this battle, her goal is to compete for the top five!

After all, compared to these saints, she is too young, and her foundation is still a little insufficient.

"The opponent's sword should be close to the ultimate sword that Master Wudao said, but that is not the real ultimate sword..."

Bian Ruxue glanced at the Holy Son of Haoyue, and retracted her gaze. She had seen the ultimate sword, which was the sword technique of the sword master casually swinging.

The style of that sword made her never forget it, and also made her Tao heart stable, confirming that she was not wrong in pursuing the path of swordsmanship. If she could practice that sword, everything would be worth it!

"With Brother Hao's talent, if he concentrates on practicing swordsmanship, he may be able to approach the opponent's level in a hundred years..."

Bian Ruxue's mind appeared the figure of the human world, but when she thought of the other party lying on the chessboard with a smile on his face, she felt a little regretful.

At this time, the elder's reminder came from the front, calling her name.

Bian Ruxue also came back from her thoughts and saw that she was the one who appeared in the second battle.

And her opponent was Lin Qingying.

The two women looked at each other, without saying much, and came to the battle stage.

Seeing the two saints fighting, the atmosphere in the audience became hot again. The eyes of those male disciples were shining. Putting aside the swordsmanship, the grace of the two saints alone was enough to feast people's eyes.

But those inner door geniuses were more concerned about the swordsmanship contest between the two, and didn't care about these appearances.

"It's Saint Xue'er. I heard that she is the youngest among the saints, only 27 years old?"

"Tsk tsk, a 27-year-old Dao Fa realm is simply terrifying!"

"That's nothing. Her master is a sword saint. She has top alchemists serving her and sword saints guiding her in her practice. Do you understand the teachings of saints?"

"I'm afraid Saint Qingying will be in danger in this battle."

"Are you kidding? Saint Qingying has practiced twice as long as her. She can't lose anyway."

"Saint Qingying's master made a mistake and was imprisoned in the Sword Prison. He practiced on his own. So what if he is older than Saint Xue'er? How can he resist the personal guidance of the sword saint?"

"Don't look down on her just because she is young. Saint Xue'er is born with a sword body and high aptitude. She is not much worse than other saints."

The disciples below the stage talked a lot. They all knew about the youngest saint in the holy land.

On the battle stage, the magic circle slowly condensed.

Lin Qingying looked indifferent. Her master was imprisoned for his mistakes, which was a scar in her heart, but she was fighting at the moment and would not be affected by these thoughts.

Bian Ruxue's expression also became solemn. This was her first time fighting with a Saint-level disciple, and it was also her first battle.

She had seen Lin Qingying's battle before. The soft sword intent was similar to her ice and snow, but her sword intent was more fierce.

The two were unfamiliar with each other, so they didn't talk much.

As the battle began, neither of them was careless, but released the extreme state, divine power and heaven and earth veins!

Soon, the whole body state was pushed to the peak.

Lin Qingying's eyes were as calm as a lake, while Bian Ruxue's eyes seemed to have falling snow drifting through them, gradually becoming sharper.

Whoosh!

Bian Ruxue suddenly swung her sword, and in an instant, the battlefield seemed to be frozen, and the world turned into ice.

From the sword intent, her swordsmanship restrained Lin Qingying. Lin Qingying's sword was as soft as water, but she could freeze it!

To break the ice, only the swordsmanship of the strongest and brightest can do it. For Lin Qingying's swordsmanship of the softest swordsmanship, it is very easy to be affected by her.

This battle is also a battle that she believes must be won!

As the ice covered, even across the magic circle, all the disciples outside felt a chill, and the surrounding temperature dropped.

Lin Qingying's eyes were solemn. She knew the difficulty of this battle. If it was before, she would not have been sure, but at this moment, the sword intent was perfected, which made her realize the meaning of softness.

The frosty air condensed by the opponent was also the trajectory of her sword intent!

Swoosh!

The green sword intent suddenly slashed out, tearing a gap in the ice. The soft power like water tore the ice at this moment and flew straight towards Bian Ruxue.

Bian Ruxue was startled, her pupils shrank slightly, and suddenly swung the sword, the Dao domain extended, and everything around her froze.

The galloping sword intent was also blocked by the Dao domain. Her Dao domain was layered, with twenty-two layers!

And the Dao domain was full of sword energy, which was obviously the sword domain condensed by different sword skills!

At this moment, the sword domains overlapped, and the sky was full of falling snow around it, and it suddenly whistled, shattering the galloping sword intent and covering Lin Qingying.

At this moment, Lin Qingying took a step back and appeared behind Bian Ruxue. The green light in his hand slashed out, and the mist exhaled by Bian Ruxue, like a pulling line, turned into sword energy, covering and strangling her body!