Chapter 120 Chapter 120, Immortal Karma for Thousands of Years, All in Killing The moonlight is like frost, spreading all over the forest. A stream meanders through the forest, gurgling and sparkling. This is a rather elegant view of the stream under the moon. Unfortunately, the scenery is ruined by the fallen trees on one side of the stream bank. There is even more than one big tree lying across the stream. The thick trunks of the trees act like dams, blocking the flow of the stream. All the broken trees were cut by sharp weapons, and no matter how thick they were, they were cut in one blow. The cross-sections of the tree stumps, whether slanted or flat, were all as smooth as mirrors. Ouyang Feng strolled along the stream, occasionally touching the cross-section of the tree stumps with his fingertips, feeling the lingering sword intent. There is the familiar Shan Wanjing's sword intent, as well as an unfamiliar, sharp sword intent that gives people a sense of cruelty and determination. Just by relying on the sword intent that was about to dissipate, the sword marks on the ground and the tree stumps, and the traces left by the two people when they moved at high speed, Ouyang Feng could almost recreate the scene of the duel between Shan Wanjing and Ba Fenghan. Each of those sword moves, some graceful, some fierce, some strange, and some gorgeous, are vivid in my mind, as if I had seen them with my own eyes. "My skills are still far behind Ba Fenghan. But my swordsmanship and lightness skills are better than Ba Fenghan. With the cultivation of the 'spiritual mirror hanging high' state of mind, I can still chase Ba Fenghan. The Changsheng Jue also recovers quickly, so as long as I keep a good rhythm, I don't have to worry about running out of energy. But with Ba Fenghan's experience in life-and-death battles, he has little chance of replicating the sword that killed Bian Bufu."
Ouyang Feng appreciated it for a while, then suddenly sped up. Soon, he could hear the sound of swords breaking through the wind, trees falling, and the occasional sound of metal clashing. Shan Wanjing's martial arts skills are not as good as Ba Fenghan's, so of course she will try her best to avoid a clash of weapons, so as not to be exhausted by him relying on his martial arts skills. Ba Fenghan should have noticed this as well, and tried every means to engage in a head-on fight with Shan Wanjing, but it seemed to be ineffective. After all, Shan Wanjing's lightness skills and swordsmanship are better than Ba Fenghan's. Following the constantly erupting sword energy and sword intent, he soon saw two figures moving swiftly in the woods. Ba Fenghan was fighting and walking at the same time, and now only a long sword was left of his original sword and saber. His sword skills are sometimes simple and fierce, with big openings and closings, like a strong wind sweeping; sometimes sinister and treacherous, with many changes, like a scorpion's tail and poisonous sting. The blazing sword light is as fast as lightning, and the sharp sword energy is invincible. Wherever his figure passes, branches and leaves fall, trees are broken, and the earth collapses and rocks crack, with an astonishing momentum. Shan Wanjing was like a purple shadow, chasing after Ba Fenghan with the light and graceful movements of a goddess. Her swordsmanship is also gorgeous and varied. Sometimes the sword light blooms like a fire tree and silver flowers, sometimes the lightning stabs like a rainstorm of meteors, sometimes the sword body rotates like a peacock spreading its tail, and sometimes the sword light is condensed and dense like silk. The dense sword lights surrounded Ba Fenghan's body, like a spider spinning silk or a silkworm weaving a cocoon, trying to wrap him up and strangle him to death. However, Ba Fenghan's ability in life-and-death battles is truly amazing, and he has a survival instinct as sharp as that of a wild wolf. Whenever he seems to be on the verge of despair, he can always fight for a glimmer of hope, either by forcing Shan Wanjing to give up her life with a self-sacrificing tactic, or by risking a sword and using injuries to buy space. As he chased all the way, Ba Fenghan's clothes gradually became tattered and torn, and he was occasionally hit by sword lights, splashing drops of blood. clang! Amid the deafening sound of metal clashing, Ba Fenghan finally found another chance. He collided with Shan Wanjing's swords, and with his profound skills, he knocked her back. He leaned against a big tree, panting twice, staring at Shan Wanjing who was walking slowly with the sword in hand, and said in a deep voice: "Who is this girl? What grudge do you have against me? Why are you forcing me so hard?" Shan Wanjing has dimples on her cheeks and a sweet smile: "Since you came to the Central Plains, you have often challenged masters from all over the place, and your attacks were heavy, leaving your opponents either dead or disabled. I think they also asked you the same question before they were injured or even died. So, when you face such questions, how do you answer them?" Ba Fenghan was suddenly speechless. What a bullshit answer! He came to the Central Plains and kept challenging masters from all over the place, including tonight's provocation at Wang Tong's birthday banquet, just to accumulate resources for future challenges and even killing of Bi Xuan. How could he reason with others? They all practiced martial arts, so of course they answered with swords! "Can't answer that?"
Shan Wanjing smiled sweetly and said leisurely: "Then I can't answer that either." Don’t think that Shan Wanjing is a good girl in front of Ouyang Feng. In fact, she was beaten into being good by him. In essence, Shan Wanjing, who grew up in the Yingui Sect until she was eight or nine years old and was exposed to all kinds of demonic behavior since childhood, is half a Yingui demon girl. Although she does not practice magic and her character is not as ruthless as the authentic demon girls, she has a side that is more ruthless than ordinary people. After fighting all this way, she had already realized that Ba Fenghan was not an easy opponent and it was almost impossible to kill him quickly, so she decided to use the "bleeding" tactic, taking advantage of her swordsmanship, lightness skills, and fast recovery of energy, to drain his blood bit by bit and slowly grind him to death. This might take a long time and would be a great test of her physical strength, skills, and will, but it would also be an excellent opportunity to hone her skills. After all, it is not easy to find a sword-grinding stone as high-quality as Ba Fenghan's. Sa—— The sword wind rose again, Shan Wanjing's body was like a startled wild goose, and her sword was like a stream of light, and she launched an attack again. Ba Fenghan also adjusted his breathing, took a few breaths of true energy, roared, held the sword in both hands, and slashed with the sword, trying to confront her head-on. Shan Wanjing's sword light trembled slightly, avoiding Ba Fenghan's sword path, and her body followed the sword, circling in a semi-arc, and stabbed at Ba Fenghan's ribs. Ba Fenghan used a desperate fighting style and slashed Shan Wanjing with his sword regardless of the consequences. Shan Wanjing spun gracefully, dodging his attack with a dance-like graceful posture. At the same time, she changed her sword's stabbing move into a slashing one, and the tip of the sword swept past Ba Fenghan's ribs, leaving a shallow blood mark on his ribs. This minor injury was of no concern to Ba Fenghan. He swung his sword and stabbed continuously, using a seemingly chaotic but actually ruthless and tricky life-and-death sword technique. However, Shan Wanjing did not fight him head-on, but retreated gracefully with the help of light Kung Fu. The spiritual mirror in her heart reflected the rise and fall of his Qi. When his Qi was about to end and his Qi was sliding from its peak, she rushed forward again, unleashing sword beams like raindrops. She was not as good as the others in lightness skill and swordsmanship, and she was also inferior in Qi sensing. Ba Fenghan had no way to defeat her. However, even though he was in a desperate situation, this lone wolf of the grassland never gave up. No matter how fierce and crazy his sword skills were, his mind remained absolutely calm and focused, patiently searching for a glimmer of hope, or even an opportunity to turn the tide of the battle and launch a Jedi counterattack. When he was fighting a life-and-death battle with Martial Master Bi Xuan's eldest disciple on the grassland, it was with this kind of never-give-up and unyielding tenacity that he found a way to survive in desperation and reversed life and death in the face of the impossible. Just as the fight between the two became more fierce. A faint and soft flute sound suddenly rang out. The wonderful flute sound is like the sound of nature, like a soft moonlight, or like a gurgling spring water, lingering straight into people's hearts, unnoticedly evoking the most beautiful memories deep in their hearts, making people spontaneously develop a love for life and a yearning for all beautiful things. This is not sound work. It does not contain any internal energy. Purity is the most direct technique, touching people's hearts with the most sincere emotions. Therefore, even though Shan Wanjing had a strong spiritual mirror in her heart, her murderous intent gradually disappeared. Even Ba Fenghan, who had a strong mind, gradually lost his hostility. The momentum of the two swords gradually slowed down, and they even began to distance themselves from each other. After all, there is no real life-and-death feud between the two, nor is there any conflict of interest that is difficult to resolve. As long as one does not have such a deep-rooted obsession, one will inevitably be affected by the heavenly sound of the flute. However, it seemed that the sound of the flute was about to calm down the fight between Shan Wanjing and Ba Fenghan, just as it had calmed down the fight between Ba Fenghan and Ouyang Xiyi at Wang Tong's mansion.
Suddenly, a passionate, murderous and fierce zither sound rang out. Someone actually ignored Shi Qingxuan's flute music and played the iron zither, inciting killing. Without a doubt, the person who was so unromantic was Ouyang Feng. He had had such an idea when he was at Wang Tong's house, but he was a guest at the mansion and congratulated him on his birthday. The old man had been looking forward to this birthday performance for many years, so Ouyang Feng would not do anything so excessive. But things are different now. He took out an iron zither from the storage talisman, sat cross-legged on a large tree stump with a smooth cut surface, placed the iron zither firmly on his knees, and played "Sunrise over Emei Mountain". As early as when he had the idea of studying sonic power, Ouyang Feng had been taking time out to learn the iron zither. Perhaps he had a natural talent for playing the iron zither, and he made rapid progress in learning. Although he only took time to learn it occasionally and did not practice particularly attentively, more than a year later, Lin Chaoying, Lianxing, and even Yang Yuhuan, who was extremely accomplished in music, would hold their cheeks with their hands while he played, listen quietly, and enjoy his music. Even Huang Yaoshi, who had initially mocked his unpleasant zither playing, later admitted that his zither playing was barely acceptable. now. Ouyang Feng played the song "Sunrise at Emei Mountain" which was very familiar to him in his previous life. Although he did not infuse inner force into it, he poured into the sound of the zither all his insights into the state of mind of killing since the first time he ambushed and killed the five-member group of revenge in the back mountain of Baituo. Eighteen riders charged back at hundreds of bandits on horseback, their swords flashed and limbs flew everywhere. Flying spears nailed Master Xiao to death, so what if he was a noble from a great country? Within a short distance, a common man could defeat a country. He rode his horse to the capital of Gaochang, massacred the Shaojian Mansion with blood, hung his head on the city gate, and announced to all directions that anyone who dared to offend Baituo would be killed. The Eighteen Wolf Riders swept across three thousand miles, slaughtering gangs and destroying villages, leaving no one alive, and all tribes, big and small, surrendered. Thus, the White-robed Shura, Blood-handed Yaksha, and the Western Dragon King began to be famous in the Western Regions, and they could stop children from crying at night... As I grow older, I kill less and less, but my understanding of killing becomes more and more profound. Lawless, I control life and death. Your life and death are all in my hands. Hundreds of people surrounded him, and with long swords in hand, he killed people like cutting grass, chopping off heads with every sword. No matter you are a hero in the martial arts world, an elder of a major sect, a high-ranking official in the court, a noble family, or even an emperor of an empire with absolute power and prestige, if I want to kill you, who can be spared? Kill, kill, kill! The immortal deeds for thousands of years are all in killing! The strings of the iron zither move, the music sounds passionate, and the killing of weapons goes straight to people's hearts. Shi Qingxuan's flute music, which expressed the beauty of life and aroused kindness in people's hearts, was shattered by Ouyang Feng's murderous zither music. Shan Wanjing and Ba Fenghan, whose murderous intent had gradually subsided, were stimulated by this song and could not help but feel murderous intent again, and their hearts were filled with the desire to fight. In fact, the murderous intent was stronger than before. However, Shan Wanjing had a state of mind of "a spiritual mirror hanging high". No matter how murderous intent was aroused, the spiritual mirror in her heart could still control herself meticulously from an absolutely rational bird's-eye view, while calmly observing the enemy. Therefore, although she had a strong murderous intent, her sword skills and body movements were still in perfect order, and her tactics still maintained the same blood-letting tactics of advancing and retreating from time to time. Ba Fenghan was an expert who had fought his way out of the grasslands. Although he had an indomitable mind, he was filled with murderous intent. Stimulated by the sound of the zither, he seemed to have gone into a frenzy with murderous intent rushing into his head. His eyes were bloodshot, his blood was boiling, the muscles in his arms bulged, his swordsmanship became increasingly swift and sharp, his momentum became increasingly fierce and brutal, but his flaws also gradually increased.
But in front of Shan Wanjing's swordsmanship, you can't easily reveal any flaws. Every additional flaw means another wound. Soon, Ba Fenghan was stabbed by several swords again. Although they were only minor wounds, he bled more and more. Due to the sound quality of the instrument itself, it is impossible for the dongxiao to compete with the iron zheng, so it would be almost the same to use a suona instead. Ouyang Feng's murderous intent is no less than Shi Qingxuan's sincere emotions, and even surpasses them. Moreover, destruction is easier than construction. Under certain circumstances, it is easier to encourage people to kill than to persuade them to be good. Therefore, Shi Qingxuan could no longer use the sound of the flute to suppress Ouyang Feng's iron zither and resolve the fight. However, Shi Qingxuan was worthy of being praised as the world's number one music master whose flute skills were better than her master's, even better than Bi Xiuxin's. She quickly changed her playing style and began to follow the rhythm of the iron zheng to accompany Ouyang Feng. With the ensemble of zheng and flute, "Sunrise over Emei Mountain" becomes more passionate, but it cleverly neutralizes the bloody killing in it, turning it into a chivalrous mood that inspires people to fight for their country, kill enemies for their country, and protect the country and the people. This artistic conception of course also includes warfare and killing, and also emphasizes killing enemies and gaining merit. But this is to urge people to a public war, not a private fight. then…… Shan Wanjing, a princess of the Ryukyu Island Kingdom, hesitated because Ba Fenghan was not an enemy of Ryukyu and the Dongming Sect. The master wanted her to fight Ba Fenghan, and his original intention was just to hone her swordsmanship. Sir, however, did not necessarily want to kill Ba Fenghan. Now in this mood, it seems... there is no reason to continue fighting. Ba Fenghan also hesitated, because although he was a grassland man, he grew up among horse thieves and didn't know what ethnicity he was from. The Golden Wolf Army of the Turkic Khan had killed his good friend, and he had killed the eldest disciple of the Turkic protection god, Wu Zun Bi Xuan... He is also a rootless drifter without a country or a home. Although Ba Fenghan was determined to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts and was not afraid of challenges or even life and death, he could no longer find a reason to continue fighting in this zither and flute ensemble that urged people to fight in public rather than private battles. Then the swordsmanship of the two men gradually slowed down and the distance between them gradually widened. Later, Ba Fenghan smiled at Shan Wanjing and said, "You are the most powerful swordsman I have ever seen since I came to the Central Plains. In terms of swordsmanship alone, Ouyang Xiyi is not as good as you. But next time we meet, I will never lose to you again." Shan Wanjing said calmly: "See you next time. I hope you are still qualified to be my sword whetstone." Ba Fenghan smiled proudly, "I will only become stronger." After saying that, he glanced at the figure in white sitting on a tree stump playing the zither in the moonlight in the distance, his eyes filled with deep fear, and then without saying a word, he disappeared into the woods. Shan Wanjing did not pursue him anymore. Ouyang Feng also smiled indifferently, gently stroked the zither strings with both hands, stopped the zither music, and said: "Master Qingxuan is worthy of his reputation. But you ruined my business today. I wonder how you plan to compensate me?" Shi Qingxuan's soft and sweet voice came: "I wonder what kind of compensation you would like?"
Ouyang Feng said calmly: "Qingxuan, you should know the sound technique, right? I am quite interested in this technique, and would like to ask Qingxuan for some advice." [Two more chapters, please give me a monthly ticket! ] (End of this chapter)