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Even a strong man who has experienced many battles will inevitably show embarrassment when facing this sword. Under the impact of this powerful force and the continuous remaining power, he is stretched.

Clang!

However, just before the trace of the sword, which was as graceful as a spring river, came to an end, it stopped abruptly.

Jiang Mingyi's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "How... how?"

"Benefactor, sometimes, the sword is not for killing."

Under the sword, the old monk pinched the blade with his index finger and middle finger, and said calmly.

Chapter 173 The Real Sword

"Swinging the sword is to protect all living beings from harm."

As soon as the words fell, the old monk's palm holding the sword suddenly twisted.

"Buddhas have compassion in their hearts, and they also have vajra's glaring eyes."

brush!

Like a raging qi, bursts of sharp sword qi exploded from the sword, and a burst of energy went along the body of the sword towards the hilt in Jiang Mingyi's hand.

boom!

Jiang Mingyi couldn't grasp the sword in his hand for a moment, and let it go.

"This...how is this possible?"

Jiang Mingyi's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"You have used the sword for so many years, but have you ever asked yourself why the sword in your hand follows you?"

The old monk said lightly.

Jiang Mingyi was stunned: "For what?"

"Is it for honor, for companionship, for protection, or for killing?"

Jiang Mingyi suddenly laughed loudly: "You old bald donkey, you have never used a sword at all, what do you have to make a long story here? It's ridiculous, ridiculous!"

With a move of strength in his hand, he regained his grip on the sword that had fallen to the ground.

"The sword in my hand is used to kill people! The sword is not used to kill people, why is it called a sword?"

He slowly raised the sword in his hand, lifted it above his shoulder, and made the preparation before stabbing.

"Old bald donkey, don't tell me any big reasons! You selfish guys, what qualifications do you have to point out others!"

"Die!"

At this moment, thousands of sharp lights suddenly appeared in Jiang Mingyi's hands.

Almost no one saw how Jiang Mingyi made the move, only the sword light in his hand was like stars in the sky, heading towards the old monk densely, almost no one could predict what the result of this sword would be.

No one can predict where and where this sword can stab.

Everyone only saw this bright sword light, which almost dazzled everyone, even the sword that dazzled everyone.

"Jiang learned swordsmanship at the age of three, became a master at the age of seven, and was invincible at the age of 12! You, an old bald donkey who has never touched a sword, actually taught me how to use a sword? How ridiculous!"

"Today, I will let you die under this sword, and understand what the meaning of the sword is!"

Although Jiang Mingyi's words were heard verbatim, this sword just bloomed.

This great contrast between hearing and vision made everyone even more turbulent, with a strange feeling in their hearts.

And this sword, after all, exploded completely, like a blooming flower, and the whole field was full of sword light, as if thousands of swords were used at the same time.

This is Jiang Mingyi's unique skill: Wan Jiansheng.

The strong energy brought by a master of the first grade caused cut marks to appear in the surrounding environment, and even the air seemed to be crushed!

Everyone is almost attracted by this blooming sword flower.

The hearts of everyone in Tianfo Temple are already full of anxiety.

The reason why Jiang Mingyi crosses the rivers and lakes is because of this sword.

And this move is Jiang Mingyi's lifelong mastery, coupled with the level of a first-rank master, it is already close to the pinnacle of a swordsman.

But how can the old monk resist with his bare hands?

Ding!

At this moment, a soft crisp sound came.

Thousands of sword shadows all over the sky, in an instant, returned to silence.

Everyone looked intently, only to see a gray-clothed figure with a calm expression, holding the tip of a sword between his thumb and index finger.

But that sword, under the sunlight, exuded a silver-white brilliance, but it looked extremely calm, and it didn't even hum.

"For...why?"

Jiang Mingyi's face was pale: "This sword, why doesn't it listen to me, why doesn't it struggle?"

In the end, his face was almost ferocious: "Could it be, has it betrayed me?"

A sword, when living and living with its master or even inseparable, will produce a kind of spirituality, and this spirituality will grow more and more with the master's time.

In that case, there will be a wonderful induction between the master and the sword, as if you perceive the consciousness of the sword, and the sword also perceives your thoughts, and the sword swung in this way can be regarded as a truly perfect sword.

Even people who don't use swords will have a subtle connection with an object if they use it for a long time, such as the archer's bow or the chef's knife.

Many times, before the action is done, you can feel whether it will be successful this time.

And especially the sword.

A sword is very loyal to its master, that's why there is a saying that the sword destroys people when it lives.

Even if this sword is obtained by someone else, but because of the unfamiliarity with the sword and the lack of understanding of the wear and tear of the sword, the value of the sword itself cannot be exerted. It is just slashing and not smooth.

So a real master swordsman will definitely cherish the sword in his hand.Similarly, the grasp and perception of the spirituality of the sword is also very keen.

And now Jiang Mingyi discovered that the sword in his hand did not resist the old monk in front of him.

To be precise, he was able to grasp it, so he grasped it.