IS Chapter 32
by VolareBecause sparring was useful, and because his aptitude had increased.
–Perhaps also because when this person fought with him, he used twelve times the strength compared to fighting with others.
But it was still that same swordplay with no return, the merciless sword intent had turned into a fierce and resolute sharpness on his sword, as if anything and everything in front of him would be split in two by such a sword.
Facing such a sword’s edge, any living being’s heart would instinctively beat faster.
Having traveled through myriad realms, Li Yuan had never seen anyone with such a sword.
Those predecessors who had experienced ancient times each had immense terrifying pressure in their swords, those famous swordsmen who had mastered the way of the sword each contained the true meaning of the sword in their swords. But Ye Zhuo’s sword was different from theirs.
Every one of his swords seemed to control life and death, soul-stirring.
That was the ultimate in revealing one’s sharpness.
At the same time, he completely disregarded his own survival and death.
Like a flower blooming at its peak, a fire burning at its fiercest. Every time the sword edges met, it was like being smashed to pieces, heaven and earth ceasing to exist.
Precisely because of this, receiving each of his swords felt extraordinarily exhilarating.
Ordinary sparring would never have such a feeling, but at this moment it was as if they were in a desperate situation, burning jade and stone together.
How could thousands of moves be counted, in the midst of the entanglement they had already exchanged tens of thousands of moves.
Between the exchanges, blood-red remnants fell, seemingly transforming into thousands of phantom sword wielders, more refined than the last time he used it.
Li Yuan slashed out a sword, colliding head-on with Ye Zhuo’s real sword.
The sound was like metal striking stone.
Ye Zhuo narrowed his eyes.
The exchange continued without pause, only when they passed each other did he ask.
His eyes, focused to the extreme, looked at Li Yuan.
“How did you see through it?”
Li Yuan: “My heart is without falsehood, so I naturally only see your true form.”
The sky was already filled with wind and thunder, a dim and heavy expanse, with a vast pressure gathering within.
Lightning strikes fell like the calamity of heaven and earth crashing down.
There was an ancient saying: clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger, the sage arises, and all things are beheld.
Above the sky, dense clouds covered everything, Li Yuan stood in mid-air, as if born to be here.
Behind him was endless chaos and thunder.
Li Yuan: “How is it?”
The sudden wind fiercely stirred his bright red robes, Ye Zhuo looked at the turbulent sky, half-smiling.
“Interesting.”
Brilliant seals did not need to be drawn, they were born in his hand in an instant, and suddenly collided with the thunder!
With sounds that shook the mountains, the Qi of heaven and earth turned into violent ripples, sweeping out in all directions, and in repeated collisions and offsets, they were all annihilated into nothingness.
At the same time, layers upon layers of bright red Buddhist mantras eerily floated around Li Yuan, imprisoning him within like an all-encompassing cage.
The characters were strange and beautiful, containing endless emptiness and silence, as if something extremely terrifying would happen if one reached out to touch them.
And below was like a sea of blood and a hell of fire, anything that fell into it would never be able to escape.
Across the monstrous sea of blood, Li Yuan saw that person standing in the air, holding a sword, his silent face like a flower in a mirror, a thousand-petaled red lotus silently blooming and withering in the three thousand worlds.
Such heaven-shattering Dharma, such a solemn and beautiful Dharma form, was truly an invitation he could not refuse, how could he not accompany him in his original form?
The wind and clouds in the world changed in an instant.
A dragon’s roar resounded, and within the churning sea of clouds, the majestic and awe-inspiring true form of the black dragon appeared.
–Since it was a dragon race’s bloodline Dharma, using it in human form always felt insufficient.
Chaotic spiritual energy was like a tsunami, the black dragon instantly broke through the Mantra Prison, Buddhist characters scattered like blood-colored rain all over the sky.
In this situation, even Ye Zhuo had to admit that its momentum was domineering and powerful, comparable to the sun, moon, and primordial chaos.
Heavenly beings should be like this.
The red lotus flames around him instantly intensified, as if reflecting the owner’s heart being stimulated by the abyssal true dragon, stirring up a resolute fighting spirit ten times greater than before!
The solemnity of the Buddhist Dharma was instantly diluted by that sharp baleful aura, a line of blood-like crimson appeared in Ye Zhuo’s eyes, and the Reverse Scale Sword also emitted a clear and resounding cry like a dragon’s roar.
The Do Not Long For sword was also not put away, but rather, following the swimming dragon’s body, it transformed into countless sword shadows, like a sudden storm, bombarding Ye Zhuo!
Ye Zhuo raised his sword.
He would take on these ten thousand swords with one sword.
–He had fought true dragons in their original forms before.
Sword cultivators had always become stronger when facing the strong.
This battle did not end after a day and a night.
Even the sky seemed to have been torn open, revealing the endless chaotic backdrop of lightning and thunder.
The mountains and earth, needless to say.
Even if immortals fought, causing mountains to collapse and seas to boil, and heaven and earth to be destroyed, it might not be like this.
Only here in the Green Mountains, a thousand miles away, a place of cultivation with no ordinary people, could they enjoy themselves so much.
Three days and two nights later, the earth-shattering movements finally stopped.
Ye Zhuo’s red-clothed figure landed on an uninhabited mountain peak, half of which had already slid down, leaving a mess below.
Ye Zhuo held his sword, leaning against a fortunately upright tree trunk. His face was slightly pale, his body covered in bloodstains, and even his cheek had a bloody wound, constantly seeping blood droplets, which he carelessly wiped away.
Even so, the aura around him increased rather than decreased, like a blood-drinking blade, completely sharpened.
Soon, Li Yuan landed opposite him.
This dragon also had wounds on its body, and also had blood. There was also a lingering baleful aura between his brows, which was not bad. Like the finishing touch, highlighting the majesty of the heavens.
Ye Zhuo quietly looked at him.
Li Yuan returned the gaze.
The two looked at each other, both silent in their gaze.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to speak, it was just that there was really nothing to say.
Because the swordplay, no matter how much it was used, was still that much.
Every move had been received, every combination had been exhausted, and even every change had been figured out.
–Still no winner had been decided.
The Dharma methods had also been used up.
Whether it was wind, thunder, water, electricity, Buddhist Dharma, Daoist Dharma, or various other supernatural methods, in short, the moves were exhausted, and the spiritual power was also exhausted, even the spiritual energy of the Green Mountains’ newly born aura meridians, which was so abundant, could no longer replenish them.
With the spiritual power exhausted, the foundation of cultivation naturally followed, being depleted.
There was actually such an absurd thing in the world, Ye Zhuo thought.
How to fight next?
Like mortals, pulling hair, grabbing clothes, punching and kicking?
That was not necessary. Judging by the dragon’s character, he wouldn’t do such a thing.
Could it be that it would just end like this? It seemed to just repeat the result of the last time.
–Although fighting with this person was indeed good. But without anyone dying, could it be considered over?
Ye Zhuo looked expressionlessly at Li Yuan opposite him.
Li Yuan was also examining this person, his gaze going from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, as if he had never thought that there would be such a stalemate today.
He felt inexplicably annoyed.
He took out a bottle of pills and threw it in Ye Zhuo’s direction.
Ye Zhuo caught it, and didn’t ask anything, anyway it wasn’t poisoned, and he swallowed it indifferently.
His spiritual power wasn’t replenished, but his external injuries healed on their own.
Looking at Li Yuan, who was also covered in blood, Ye Zhuo asked, “Why aren’t you eating?”
“Not eating.” Li Yuan crossed his arms and said lightly, “It’s fresh, I’ll experience it.”
The matter of being injured was unheard of, unseen before.
Frankly speaking, having traveled through myriad realms, he had almost never seen blood on himself.
Ten years ago, he had his scales plucked, and ten years later, he was here again, and came to a mutual loss with this person.
How could anyone be able to withstand a true dragon in human form?
But that was the way it was. Always like this.
It was truly fresh.
After Ye Zhuo finished eating the medicine, he was even too lazy to care about him: “Whatever.”
He closed his eyes to recuperate, his rapid breathing finally gradually calmed down, as if he had recovered some strength, but after opening his eyes, the line of blood in his eyes had not receded.
Li Yuan silently pressed his sword.
Ye Zhuo: “What are you doing?”
If this dragon wanted to continue fighting, he would accompany him, in the end, who could outlast who.
“Listening to your teachings, one must not be without the intention of guarding against others.” Li Yuan said, “Taking advantage of my relaxation to launch a sudden attack, you are not incapable of doing such a thing, I’m making plans early.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” Ye Zhuo raised his eyes as if to scrutinize him, “Your dragon body is far superior to mine, I only have a 50% chance of success if I attack at this time.”
Having said this, he became vigilant in his heart and also pressed his sword to defend.
If this dragon suddenly attacked, he would have to be prepared.
“Don’t worry, I won’t attack.” Li Yuan chuckled, “You are too strange, if I attack now you will be doomed, I’m afraid you will break through at the last moment.”
Ye Zhuo scoffed: “Dragon Li Yuan, you really have a lot of nerve.”
It was obviously sarcasm, and it didn’t even enter Li Yuan’s left ear.
“I’m not fighting today.” Li Yuan walked up to him.
“Ye Zhuo, swordplay is one thing. How much Buddhist Dharma have you actually learned?”
The Buddhist Dharma was profound, how could it be understood in a short period of time? This person was only twenty-five years old this year, and according to rumors, he had only stayed on Spirit Mountain for two years at most.
When they first met in the East Sea, this person did not use Buddhist Dharma when he plucked his scales, presumably because he was not yet confident at that time.
Only ten years had passed since then, why had he already entered such a state of perfection?
“Then how did you practice the four Dharma methods of wind, thunder, water, and electricity so superbly in ten years?” Ye Zhuo raised his eyes indifferently, “I didn’t see you have the Supernatural powers of summoning wind and rain in the East Sea.”
This person!