Chapter 4327
4327 Sword point nine provinces!
Ling Chuxi played with the hair by her ear, at a loss.
At this moment, a figure quietly appeared beside Ling Chuxi. He stood with his back facing Ling Chuxi and looked down at the mountains and rivers.
Ling Chuxi was very familiar with this figure. It was the man in the painting.
“Senior!” Even though she had stared at this vest countless times and carefully pondered over it, the feeling at this moment was so real, and even a little inexplicable familiarity. Her heart throbbed slightly, and Ling Chuxi could not help but blurt out.
The man didn’t turn around, nor did he speak. He was still looking forward.
The wind blew past the corners of his clothes, making fluttering sounds.
Ling Chuxi walked forward, but the cliff under her feet and the beautiful mountains and rivers in front of her moved forward at the same time. Ling Chuxi quickened her pace, and everything around her also accelerated and moved forward.
Although she was only a few steps away from that person, it was so close yet so far. No matter how fast Ling Chuxi’s steps were, she always maintained the same distance as that person.
Ling Chuxi stopped and suddenly realized that this figure was perhaps just a remnant soul left in the nine provinces mountain and river diagram, or it was just an incomplete image. However, his sudden appearance was definitely not without reason.
When Ling Chuxi stopped, everything around her also stopped. Everything was so real, but it also gave people a wonderful feeling like a fairy’s illusion.
Under Ling Chuxi’s gaze, the man’s hand held onto the hilt of his sword. He slowly unsheathed his long sword and pointed it forward.
In an instant, the wind stopped, the water stopped, and the entire space fell into a state of stillness. Ling Chuxi felt as if she was in a completely still painting.
An invisible pressure came from the depths of her heart, almost making her unable to breathe.
The man didn’t make any other movements. He stood quietly on the peak and pointed his sword at the distance. The figure seemed to have become extremely old, but also extremely majestic. Even the endless rivers and mountains seemed so small in front of him. With just a light finger of Buddha’s sword, he could make all things in the world submit to him.
Ling Chuxi’s heart skipped a beat. She reached for her waist and Luo Chen sword slowly came out of its sheath. Then, she pointed it forward.
This movement was so simple that even a three-year-old child could do it effortlessly. However, Ling Chuxi felt that it was so awkward and heavy. Looking at the long sword in the man’s hand, she always felt that the artistic conception of his sword was so deep that it could contain and shock all things, while her sword was so clumsy.
After keeping her sword, Ling Chuxi took a deep breath and calmed her emotions. Once again, she imitated him and slowly pulled out her sword and pointed it forward.
Again and again, Ling Chuxi repeated the same action. Her heart also gradually integrated into the long sword.
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Thousands of times, tens of thousands of times. Ling Chuxi did not even know how many times she had repeated it. Every sword strike was so slow and so heavy. It was as if every year contained thousands of years of vicissitudes and thousands of reincarnations.
In her heart, she suddenly had a trace of enlightenment. Ling Chuxi once again drew her sword and pointed it forward. In an instant, her entire person seemed to have integrated into the sword. The sword was the person, and the person was the sword. There was no longer any distinction between them.
A familiar yet strange aura suddenly flowed into her meridians from all directions. It was the power of the heavenly Dao.
The long sword flashed with a beautiful and fantasizing light, and an endless pressure spread to the earth. In an instant, the wind moved, the water came to life, and everything in front of him was full of life again.
“Nine provinces sword!” The man’s voice was full of magnetism. His figure flickered and turned into wisps of multicolored light, disappearing.
