Without the use of extraordinary power, the decadent sword intent was still under Zhou An's control, but it also lost a large part of its power, and lost its form with the spirit.

Zhou An also felt that only the part under his control really belonged to him.

His kendo is unparalleled in sharpness, but at the same time there are many flaws, as if there are loopholes everywhere, which is in stark contrast to Huang Qiming.

Huang Qiming's sword intent was thick and perfect, without any blemishes, just like the full moon in the sky.

Zhou An couldn't find any flaws in it. When the two hit 300 moves, they were still evenly matched, and it was impossible to tell the outcome.

Time passed quietly in this process, Zhou An originally thought that the contest would be decided soon and he would easily win the opponent, but he did not expect Huang Qiming to be so powerful.

Huang Qiming's sword intent is not only the thick soil, but also the gushing spring. It seems that two completely different sword intents are fused into one. Compared with You Wen, it is more brilliant.

Incomparably thick and continuous at the same time.

After more than 7,000 moves, the two still hadn't decided the time for the victory. It was already night, the sky was full of stars, and the moon was shining brightly.

The surrounding environment was also destroyed by them, the stream diverted to the east, the original mountain forest became bare, and even a layer of soil on the ground was cut off.

At the same time, more and more monks gathered to watch the competition between the two. This kind of competition was still difficult, and many of them gained more or less insights from it.

Generally speaking, the challenge will not only be compared to swordsmanship, the small gap will become huge under the blessing of spiritual power, and the battle will often end quickly.

Zhou An's method of competition is also considered new.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, Senior Huang's swordsmanship has reached such a level." A monk carrying a gourd sighed.

Another monk standing next to him said: "Who is that person next to him? I have never seen him before, but he is even comparable to Senior Huang. He looks very young, so he is a formidable young man."

The monk with the gourd on his back shook his head: "Don't you even know about him? It seems that you have been in confinement for a while. He is Zhou An, who made a lot of noise in Wu'an City. Defeated and beheaded You Wen."

"You Wen? Are you talking about the You Wen of the Seven Sons of Hezhou?"

"Of course, it's a pity that I didn't go there at that time. The battle was very dynamic, and you should have felt it."

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The pale moonlight fell on Zhou An's side face, and Zhou An drew dozens of sword shadows with his right hand to attack Huang Qiming, the more he hit, the more frightened he became.

He didn't expect that Huang Qiming's swordsmanship had reached such a level. If he had to say it, he was inferior to Huang Qiming, because the decadent sword intent itself was extremely special, able to continuously corrode the enemy's sword intent, which allowed him to fight until now.

Huang Qiming was far less calm than he appeared on the surface, and his palms were sweating. Zhou An was more difficult than he expected, especially the strange sword intent was very resilient, as if it had vitality. It is fighting with two people at the same time.

Under such ebb and flow, he is afraid that he will definitely lose.

Thinking of this, Huang Qiming suddenly stopped, and said calmly: "I admit defeat, Zhou Daoyou, you won, I think both of you and I could have foreseen the result, and I am convinced that I lost."

The fighting came to an abrupt end.

Zhou An was also taken aback, and then stopped, thinking that this fight would last until tomorrow morning. Indeed, as Huang Qiming said, his swordsmanship has been polished to the extreme, but the loser also loses in this place. The swordsmanship he comprehended itself is Not extreme enough.

If not, Zhou An might not be his opponent today.

He laughed loudly: "It's good enough, you are much more open-minded than that guy You Wen, he will never admit defeat."

Huang Qiming smiled wryly, shook his head, seemed to disagree with Zhou An's statement, and said, "Maybe I went on the wrong path. After too many years, I have already lost the spirit that a sword repairer should have."

"Maybe he is the real swordsman, abandoning life and death, and going forward bravely."

Panting heavily, Zhou Ansheng sat down on the rock, and said, "I think he is not as good as you. No one said that a sword cultivator should be the same. Speaking of which, you are more like a fairy, do what you want, do what you want And for, without encountering and doing nothing."

This is telling the truth, what he said in his heart, without any flattery.

Huang Qiming laughed out loud after hearing this, the words were indeed very pleasant, and there was a bit of understanding in his heart: "What you said is not wrong."

In the following time, Zhou An took a fishing rod and sat next to Huang Qiming to fish together, exchanging knowledge of kendo and practicing comprehension.

"This is a wine that I have treasured for a long time. Today we two hit it off, so we must have a good drink." Huang Qiming took out a huge wine jar half a person's height from the cave and placed it by the river. He just opened the wine jar, and the wine was fragrant It overflowed and filled half of the mountain, and also attracted several long-time monks to lean over.

"Okay, Huang Qiming, you don't even call us for drinking." A monk-like monk came out of the forest and cursed.

While talking, he walked to the wine jar to drink a bowl of wine, and drank it without looking at all.

Seeing this, Huang Qiming scolded angrily: "You old drunkard, you came here just by smelling it. I asked Fellow Daoist Zhou to drink this. Don't drink too much."

Then, Huang Qiming introduced to Zhou An: "This is Lu Da, a drunkard, who practiced the Golden Bell of Buddha's Light. He didn't pay much attention to the matter of cultivation, and he knew how to drink in a day, but the annoying thing is that he still made him become a god."

Lu Da smiled at Zhou An, waved his hands and said, "We are no match for you young people. This life is almost at the end of its life, and I will be satisfied after drinking bad wine."

Seeing this, Zhou An also had to lament the huge gap between people. How many monks tried their best all their lives but could not achieve the transformation of gods, but these monks who turned into artifacts felt that they were rotten.

He shook his head and said, "The cultivators in the transformation stage are already the best among all the cultivators, so there is no need for senior Luda to underestimate himself."

When Lu Da heard Zhou An's words, he showed a strange look, and said, "You kid seems to be very old, but you are only in your 30s and 40s. It only took decades to reach this point."

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Supreme avenue?

Zhou An felt strange when he heard this. After all, even a cultivator in the Transcendence Tribulation Stage was only equivalent to a third-order Extraordinary.

The cultivators in the Transcending Tribulation Stage are quite rare, and one may not be born in a thousand or even ten thousand years. Generally speaking, sword immortals are only monks in the fusion stage, but their swordsmanship has reached a certain level, so they are called sword immortals.

In addition to Lu Da, two other monks who knew Huang Qiming also came over to drink, namely Shanyue and Huang Su.

Shanyue is a woman wearing a cloak, also a cultivator in the stage of transformation, and her personality is quite bold. Halfway through drinking, she insisted on comparing herself with Zhou An, but of course Zhou An refused. meaningless.

Huang Su is a slightly younger monk, a junior in Huang Qiming's family. When drinking, he is respectful and a bit reserved, and he calls Zhou An one senior at a time.

"Since the ultimate goal of an immortal cultivator is to ascend to become an immortal, where will he go after ascending?" Zhou An said with a blushing face. This is something he has always been curious about.

Everyone else looked over, Huang Qiming shook his head and said: "No one knows, I'm afraid only real immortals know, but there are only a few people who have ascended to immortality throughout the ages."

"The one who has the chance to become an immortal recently is probably the Changchun Sword Immortal, but it is a pity that the Changchun Sword Immortal fell unexpectedly."

"Changchun Sword Immortal?" Zhou An raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect to hear this name again, and said, "Changchun Sword Immortal has a chance to become a fairy?"

Huang Qiming nodded and said: "Of course, he is a monk who has crossed the catastrophe, and it is said that he is only one step away from ascension."

Zhou An said dumbly: "Such a powerful monk should be invincible in the world logically, why did he fall unexpectedly?"