The sun set to the west, and the tall cliffs covered the light scattered on the ground. Although the shadows left were large, they were still brighter than the sky covered by dark clouds.

Fu Cailin drew out the sword. The sword was extremely exquisite and beautiful, and it did not match his face at all. It was just that any sword in his hands was just a supporting role.

Shen Yuanjing also drew out the sword. This was the first time he carefully looked at the Sekong Sword. This sword was flawless, but it was not used by a woman at all. It looked three inches longer than the sword opposite.

The valley is quiet, not to mention the sound of human voices or birds, even the fish in the stream beside it dare not bubble.

"Please!" Fu Cailin said softly, but took the lead in taking action.

It was obvious that there was no light shining down, but the tip of the sword suddenly became bright, passing a firefly-like trajectory and flew towards the opposite side. At this moment, the quiet forest became brilliant because of his wonderful sword.

Shen Yuanjing stabbed straight with a sword, then arrived first, stopped somewhere, waiting for the other party's wrist to hit him.

Fu Cailin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but say, "The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary; the name can be called, it is extraordinary. The wonder of namelessness is indeed mysterious and mysterious."

It was already mysterious to him that he had started this sword. He asked any other great master to come, even if he could block it, he would take it in a head-on manner, but he could not crack it so lightly and exquisitely.

Fu Cailin shook his hand gently, and the sword swept around, around the Sekong Sword, and headed in another direction, but still did not leave the other party's vital points.

Shen Yuanjing just shook his arm gently, and the direction of the Sekong Sword quietly changed, always pointing at the other party's wrist.

Every move of Fu Cailin is like a quiet summer night. Even though there is the bright moon and the clear stars in the sky, it is not as good as the little firefly that can capture people's minds. However, under the cover of this beautiful scene, there is a murderous intent that exists all the time.

Every move of Shen Yuanjing is mediocre, so stable that it makes people irritate and then becomes fearful. There should never be such a sword technique in the world that is so accurate that there is no deviation.

In the blink of an eye, more than thirty moves passed, and the two of them had not touched their swords. From a distance, they looked like a fairy descending to the earth, swinging her graceful figure towards her lover, but the unfaithful person was unmoved.

"Shariputra, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color. Color is emptiness, emptiness is color." Fu Cailin sighed. His sword could not disturb the other party's mind, but he believed that the other party was not a pure swordsman.

Fu Cailin suddenly stopped and asked, "Do you know what the essence of the sword is?"

"Sincere!"

"Sincere?"

Shen Yuanjing said: "Only by sincerity and righteousness can we reach the peak of swords. People who are dishonest will learn sword techniques."

A strange change occurred on Fu Cailin's face: "Do you think I'm not sincere with my sword?"

Shen Yuanjing whispered: "You are not sincere. Your sword has come to an end."

Fu Cailin was silent for a while, stretched out his hand to touch the long sword in his hand, as if he was touching the face of a lover, and said softly: "If you learn swords, you should know that those who learn swords only need to be sincere to the sword, not to be sincere to others."

The mountain wind blew, and the clothes were floating. The two of them stopped talking, but they had already said it.

The end of the road is the end of the world, and the end of the words is the sword.

The sun seemed to appear between the two of them again, and it was the light on the tip of Fu Cailin's sword. The cliffs, trees, streams, grasslands, everything disappeared the moment he set his sword.

Shen Yuanjing was like a chess piece that was thrown into the chessboard, and his spirit was controlled by the Yi Jian. He could not look at his eyes or listen to his ears. But he still had a heart, and his heart could still hold hands.

Fu Cailin's sword at this moment was like an antelope hanging on its horns, stabbing it straight into the abdomen. It suddenly came out of no sense, but it was extremely killing.

When the opponent's sword came, Shen Yuanjing seemed to react, lifted the sword and leaned back. This wonderful hand made the opponent's situation shatter and smashed the opponent's situation to pieces.

You go back and forth, one move after another.

Fu Cailin pulled Shen Yuanjing into the game, but found that he could not win. He bypassed the opponent's sword tip with each move, but found that the sword tip was still waiting in front.

Yi Jianzhi pays attention to the enemy's initiative, and requires a mastery of the enemy's martial arts trends with clever eyesight, so as to start first. He believes that among the masters who use swords in this world, there will definitely be no one who knows the true meaning of swords better than him.

But Shen Yuanjing is too quiet.

Shen Yuanjing is famous for his various methods. He is like a novice who is a beginner in martial arts. Every sword is stern and will never deviate from it or give more strength.

Just like a national Go player, no matter how you seduce him in the middle, he will not be moved and devote himself to winning the game at the official stage.

Fu Cailin knew that he could not drag him over. Even though the other party was older than him, his vigorous vitality was like the rising sun. Instead, he was in a desperate situation.

His skill is not as good as the other party, and his realm cannot beat the other party. All he relies on is a sword.

All the changes in supernatural powers are fully possessed.

He integrated his entire mind and sword into one, and the sword seemed to have come alive, emitting immortal starlight. Each sword was almost at its peak, and it was subtle to the point where it could not be easier.

Shen Yuanjing felt that his sword had slowed down and could no longer break the opponent's tricks by swinging his wrist like before.

He had no choice but to move. The first time he took the initiative to attack since the duel was also the first time he used sword techniques. The long sword was like willow branches hanging on the shore, blew up the flying fireflies under the breeze.

Fu Cailin smiled on his face, and when the other party moved, the calm lake surface would roar. For the thin firefly, the willow branches were of great power, and it was very difficult to deal with with the breeze, but they were not free.

Heart-driven hands, hand-driven sword, Shen Yuanjing's sword is bound by this, and is not as free as Fu Cailin transforms into a sword, making the other party extremely flexible.

Fu Cailin's heart became vivid, and his sword also moved, flying up and down around Shen Yuanjing.

"Ding ding dong dong", the sound of the two swords intersecting each other like a sudden dense raindrop hitting the lake, causing ripples in Shen Yuanjing's heart lake, getting bigger and bigger, and he could no longer maintain his state of calmness.

This is the terrifying thing about Yi's swordsmanship. Not only can you see the enemy's moves clearly, but you can also see the opponent's inner flaws. Fu Cailin further sublimates it, enters the board from outside the board, and leads the opponent to follow his own rhythm.

In the battle between masters, a slight difference can distinguish between high and low. Shen Yuanjing only fell into a disadvantage for a moment, and immediately became calm again. Yin and Yang rotated, and it became quiet like the stars in the sky that were not easy forever, but when it moved, it was like clouds, and every moment was changing.

He used all the sword techniques, but each move was different.

Fu Cailin responded to one move, and another one followed one after another, which made him unable to tell the truth and think about how to counterattack.

Ten moves, fifty moves, one hundred moves, five hundred moves.

Fu Cailin changed from amazement to suspicion, suspicion to depression, and from depression to appreciation, until finally, a bright smile appeared on his face, but his heart was as calm as a deep well.

He attacked with a straight sword, but he did not dodge, but stabbed with the same sword. The sword condensed all his love for his disciples, loyalty to the country, sincerity to the sword, and attachment to beautiful things.

The sword in the palm is fast and slow, but the heart sword does not. It comes in an instant and cannot dodge.

Shen Yuanjing did not dodge or avoid this fighting style, and the long sword was so stable that there was no change in the slightest change.

"Swish", with only a sound, Fu Cailin inserted a long sword into his chest, three inches into it, and blood poured out along the sword, wetting his white clothes.

"Why?" Fu Cailin said. His sword was tightly close to Shen Yuanjing's chest, but was tightly clamped by two fingers, and he could no longer move forward.

"You are still playing chess. I already understand that the inside of the board is always limited, but the outside of the board is infinite." Shen Yuanjing said lightly: "The way of swordsmanship is sincere to others, not to be sincere to the sword."

A sigh floated under the cliff, and it lasted for a long time.
Chapter completed!