I have a role in the heavens

"Amazing!" Ximen Chuixue said with great admiration. He was shocked by Guo Baokun's talent in creating martial arts of the same nature just by hearing about the concept of martial arts.

As a swordsman at the level of a Grand Master, Ximen Chuixue naturally knows how difficult it is to create a skill of his own. What's more, seeing it with his own eyes, he can create a skill with just a few words, which is simply embarrassing.

Although he had great admiration in his heart, Ximen Chuixue was not here to compliment Guo Baokun. He understood that his purpose was to catalyze his swordsmanship by fighting against top swordsmen from all walks of life, so that he could quickly go through the transformation period.

Ximen Chuixue rushed towards Guo Baokun again. The sword in his hand abandoned all complicated changes and was just a simple straight thrust, as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Guo Baokun.

During his fight with Guo Baokun just now, he had discovered that the art of air swords was much faster than a normal swordsman's reaction, because he only needed to move his fingers to change the direction and style of the attack, which was far more flexible than an ordinary sword. It is changeable, and the sword energy is extremely sharp, and its power is definitely not inferior to the weapons in the world.

Guo Baokun's expression did not change at all. This time, there was no sword energy coming out of his hand. Instead, he directly raised his right hand, with his index and middle fingers together, and stabbed forward, using his flesh and blood body to clash head-on with the fine iron sword.

"Ding!" A crisp sound of metal intersecting sounded. Ximen Chuixue thought about many countermeasures for his opponent, and simulated various corresponding countermeasures and transformation methods in his mind, but all of this failed when Guo Baokun's fingers intersected with the sword. The moment turned into useless effort.

Ximen Chuixue never thought that someone could actually use his fingers to clash with his own sword. Even the Shaolin monks who practiced the golden bell and the indestructible body of the Vajra would never dare to do so. How sharp is the swordsman's edge? People in the martial arts world No one knows it, no one knows it.

But today's Guo Baokun has broken Ximen Chuixue's previous understanding of how the human body can really be comparable to steel.

Ximen Chuixue's sword and two fingers were locked in a stalemate. Guo Baokun did not waste the opportunity. He pulled back his fingers slightly and flicked his fingers.

"Dong" the sword immediately deflected to the right side of Guo Baokun. Ximen Chuixue turned his wrist forcefully in his hand, and the tip of the sword drew a beautiful arc and stabbed Guo Baokun's head again.

The sword energy in Guo Baokun's hand shot out again and went straight to Ximen Chuixue's chest, attacking the enemy and saving him.

Ximen Chuixue sighed secretly and had to withdraw the sword in his hand and scatter the sword energy. This time the enemy is more difficult to deal with than the last one. The sword in his hand is fast and sharp, his defense is impeccable, and he has an indestructible body. So far, Ximen Chuixue still failed to force Guo Baokun to take a step back.

In desperation, Ximen Chuixue could only speed up his pace and sword moves, constantly surrounding Guo Baokun and attacking him.

Looking from a distance, Guo Baokun was surrounded by Ximen Chuixue's figure. Countless afterimages had changed their position and reappeared behind Guo Baokun before he even made a move.

Ximen Chuixue, who was attacking crazily, kept accelerating his speed. The sound of his gradually getting thicker breathing seemed to indicate that Ximen Chuixue's physical strength and energy were about to reach the limit. After all, maintaining such a high frequency and rapid attack consumes a lot of energy. And physical strength, even if Ximen Chuixue is a great master, he cannot bear such a huge exertion.

However, the current situation of constant stalemate forced Ximen Chuixue to deal with it this way again. We can only hold on.

The sweat on Ximen Chuixue's forehead kept dripping, and the sound of breathing kept sounding. Black shadows began to appear in front of his eyes, but at this time, Ximen Chuixue no longer dared to stop. The sword energy in Guo Baokun's hand kept firing. This mountain top It was already a mess, no longer the same as before, as if a layer had been peeled off, dust was flying, and rock powder was flying everywhere. Ximen Chuixue found that it was not that he wanted to speed up the attack, but that he was attacked by Guo Baokun's sword. He was constantly squeezing his potential and physical energy.

Guo Baokun looked at Ximen Chuixue who kept flashing and disappearing in front of him and couldn't help but smile. The opponent had reached the limit, the victory or defeat was decided, and the opponent was just struggling to death.

Thinking of this, Guo Baokun couldn't help but speed up his sword moves, and the sword energy sped up by three points again. Ximen Chuixue was no longer actively attacking at this time, and could only evade Guo Baokun's ubiquitous sword energy in embarrassment.

Ximen Chuixue jumped into the air again, turned over to avoid a sword energy, and landed awkwardly. The sword in his hand was already stuck on the ground. His weak arms and body put him on the verge of mental collapse.

Ximen Chuixue reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Guo Baokun with frustration in his heart. He looked around the mountain top and saw that only the land under Guo Baokun's feet was intact. The surrounding land was like a hornet's nest, covered with dense holes, all filled with sword energy. Shot through.

From the fight to the present, Guo Baokun's breathing is still steady and strong, never hurried, and his expression is still calm and calm. Even his eyes have not changed at all, and he has never moved his steps once. It is like the Huashan Mountain at his feet, standing tall and unwavering in the world. Not moving makes people despair.

Guo Baokun assessed Ximen Chuixue's condition and did not take action here. He walked to the edge of the mountain with his hands behind his back, his back to Ximen Chuixue, "You will be at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains at a glance. You have already lost!"

Ximen Chuixue looked at Guo Baokun standing in the wind and couldn't help but nodded. He had indeed lost. From the beginning to the end, he could not make the opponent move. In the end, he was even unable to fight back. The opponent's swordsmanship and The previous Hyuga Neji was completely different. If Hyuga Neji's swordsmanship was a combination of strange and positive, a fusion of swordsmanship and military art, it was a human sword. But at this time, Guo Baokun was like the unreachable sky. Although it seemed It does not have any special characteristics, but it can encompass everything, be vast and lonely, and tower over all living beings. It is the sword of heaven.

"I lost again." Ximen Chuixue didn't look at all depressed or discouraged at this time. Although these two sword fights gave Ximen Chuixue a taste of failure that he had never experienced before, it did greatly promote his swordsmanship. , every failure is a new experience, allowing Ximen Chuixue to experience the joys, anger, sorrows and joys of mortals, which can catalyze the perfection of Ximen Chuixue's sentient swordsmanship.

After Ximen Chuixue said that he had lost, the space in front of him began to shatter like broken glass, bit by bit. Ximen Chuixue felt dizzy for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, the world had changed.

Ximen Chuixue stood up, but he staggered. The mental exertion had made him very tired.

Zhu Xiao stretched out his hand to support Ximen Chuixue's arm and warned carefully, "Be careful, although you will not die in the mental space, the mental burden is still heavy and it will still affect your state!"