novelweb Chapter 1169: Inheriting this power
Chapter 1169: Inheriting this power
The middle-aged man sneered, swung his long sword, and a sword beam pierced the air and rushed towards Zhao Aimin. Zhao Aimin dodged, turning sideways to avoid the blow. At the same time, the long sword in his hand also jumped and collided fiercely with his opponent.
The two figures intertwined in the forest, their swords flashed, and their moves changed rapidly. Zhao Aimin showed his superb swordsmanship. Every move and every move was a combination of strength and softness, like a giant dragon tumbling. The middle-aged man is extremely ferocious, and his swordsmanship is like a violent storm, making him unpredictable.
Their battle created a storm in the forest, shaking the trees and causing birds and animals to fly away. Zhao Aimin's heart was as calm as a mountain. Although his opponent's swordsmanship was fierce, he could always dodge in time and counterattack appropriately.
The battle intensified, the air in the mountain forest seemed to solidify, and the sword energy entangled together, forming a whirlpool-like scene. The duel between the two goes beyond a physical battle, it is a battle of mind and will.
Time seemed to have stagnated in this battle, but it passed by with swords flying. Deep in the forest, a mysterious story is unfolding, and the intersection of Zhao Aimin and the middle-aged man's sword will gradually reveal the mystery.
The middle-aged man's sword skills became more and more violent, as if there was an infinite resentment hidden in him. Zhao Aimin's heart was moved, and he tried to find out the opponent's flaws, but found that the opponent's sword moves became more vicious and vicious, making it difficult for him to seize any chance.
"Why are you after my family?" Zhao Aimin tried to distract the other party's attention through dialogue, while looking for opportunities to counterattack.
The middle-aged man sneered, a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes. "Your family's past is related to me. You may not know it, but I have long been destined to find you."
Zhao Aimin frowned, and the doubts in his heart became more intense. He couldn't help but think about his family's past, trying to find out the gripping answer from the depths of his memory.
The conversation between the two escalated with fierce moves. There was an indescribable sense of oppression in the middle-aged man's swordsmanship, as if the entire forest was trembling with his anger.
Zhao Aimin felt a sharp chill coming over him, and ripples surged deep in his soul. "No matter what the past was, it shouldn't have led to such a blood feud." He said in a deep voice, trying to break the mystery.
The middle-aged man still sneered, and his sword moves became more fierce, as if he wanted to cut off all hatred. The conversation between the two sublimates in the light of the sword, forming a spiritual duel. Every swing of the sword is an inquiry into the past.
The atmosphere in the mountains and forests became increasingly tense, as if the entire earth was shaking for this showdown. Zhao Aimin felt that he was gradually gaining insight into the other party's psychology, but the other party's fanaticism and anger made him feel helpless.
"You can't understand, and you can't escape." A flash of fanaticism flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and his sword skills became even more fierce.
Zhao Aimin gritted his teeth and persisted, but a firm determination emerged in his heart. He didn't know what secret was hidden behind this duel, but he was determined to solve the mystery, no matter what the cost.
In the intersection of sword moves, Zhao Aimin suddenly felt an ancient aura pouring out of his body, and a deep light appeared in his eyes. This was a feeling he had never felt before. A strong sword energy surged in his heart, as if awakening the sword soul that had been sleeping for a long time.
"Sword Soul..." Zhao Aimin marveled in his heart, and his sword moves instantly became agile and sharp. It is no longer just a skill, but a realm beyond the physical body, a sublimation of understanding.
A trace of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he felt the change in the sword energy on Zhao Aimin's body. He thought he had forced the opponent into a desperate situation, but he did not expect that the opponent would undergo such a wonderful change at the critical moment of life and death.
"So you also have a sword soul..." The middle-aged man whispered, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.
The battle between the two became more intense, and the rise of the sword spirit made the entire forest seem to be enveloped by the sword's will. Every move and style of Zhao Aimin is full of a kind of wonderful power, and the sword light shuttles through the air, like the twinkling of stars.
"Do you want to know the truth?" the middle-aged man suddenly spoke, with a deep distress in his voice.
Zhao Aimin stared at the other person, and the sword energy rolled up a whirlpool around him. "Tell me, I want to know the truth."
The middle-aged man let out a long sigh. His sword moves looked a little tired, as if they had been tempered for thousands of times. "Our family was once one, but because of an accident, everything changed. I have been looking for the lost key, and you are a part of that key."
Zhao Aimin's heart was shaken. He couldn't help but recall his childhood memories. Although they were still vague fragments, he felt a wonderful connection. "The lost key?"
The middle-aged man nodded, and his sword movement slowed down a bit. "Yes, our sword souls were originally one, but in that accident, they were separated into two parts. Your sword soul and mine were originally supposed to be complete. Only when the two become one, Only then can the truth of the accident be revealed."
Zhao Aimin's heart was shaken. He felt a call of destiny, and the sword soul surged in his body like a tide. "We should come together as one to find the truth and solve this mystery."
At the climax of the sword-soul battle, the middle-aged man suddenly changed his moves, and a long black whip flew out of his hand as fast as lightning. There was a strange power in the long whip, which was intertwined with Zhao Aimin's sword intention.
A flash of vigilance flashed in Zhao Aimin's eyes, and he felt the unusual energy contained in the long whip. This is not just a martial skill, it seems to contain some mysterious element.
"It seems that you are not only good at swordsmanship." Zhao Aimin whispered to himself, and at the same time raised the long sword in his hand to meet the opponent's long whip.
A sneer appeared at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and the long whip formed a black shadow as it danced, filling the space in the forest. "The power of the sword soul is not only in the sword, but also in the control of various forms of life." He explained calmly, the whip dancing in his hand more and more skillfully.
The battle between the two became more complicated, with swords and whips intertwining, and the mysterious power of sword energy and whips intersecting in the mountains and forests. The entire battlefield fell into chaos, like a battle of elements.
Although Zhao Aimin felt that the other party was extraordinary, he did not flinch. On the contrary, his sword soul became more and more condensed in this battle, as if he wanted to transcend all troubles and find his own destiny.
"Your sword soul needs a deeper awakening." The middle-aged man's voice echoed in the mountains, and the whip suddenly became more violent.
Zhao Aimin's heart was shocked. He felt a huge force burst out from the sword soul, and his sword moves became more powerful, as if they could tear apart all bonds.
"Awaken, Zhao Aimin!" The middle-aged man's eyes were blazing, and the power of the whip seemed to be increasing.
Deep in the mountain forest, suddenly, the long whip in the middle-aged man's hand turned into a dark whirlpool, roaring towards Zhao Aimin. However, Zhao Aimin's sword spirit transformed into a long black stick and stood in front of him.
"The stick is also a kind of swordsmanship." Zhao Aimin's voice was calm, but he revealed a deeper understanding of the sword spirit.
A hint of fanaticism flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. His long whip and Zhao Aimin's long stick intertwined in the air, and each blow caused an explosion in the air. This seemingly simple battle is full of layers of profound meaning.
"Your sword soul has begun to awaken, but this is just the beginning." The middle-aged man said hoarsely, the long whip dancing in his hand, turning into a dark phantom.
Zhao Aimin remained silent. He felt that the power in the sword soul was being detonated little by little. An unprecedented insight made him understand the sword soul deeper and deeper.
"If you want to know the truth, then continue to awaken." There was a mysterious expectation in the middle-aged man's eyes.
The battle between the two became more intense. In the collision between the long whip and the long stick, an invisible wave spread in the mountain forest. Zhao Aimin's state of mind is gradually sublimating, and his sword soul seems to have traveled through time, echoing with the ancient swordsman.
"Our sword souls were once one, but were separated by an accident. Now, the battle between you and me is not only to solve the mystery, but also to awaken each other." The middle-aged man said with a deep voice.
Zhao Aimin felt a power awakening deep in his soul. He seemed to have seen an ancient picture scroll. The swordsman and the whipman were engaged in a thousand-year battle to find the lost sword soul.
"Who are we and why do we have to fight with each other?" Zhao Aimin asked, the fog in his heart gradually dissipating.
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and waved his whip even more wildly. "This is a fateful battle that transcends time, and you and I are destined to unravel this dusty past together."
In the symphony of sword souls and long whips, floating wood suddenly appeared around the middle-aged man. These pieces of wood are not ordinary things, but wooden carvings that exude a faint ancient atmosphere.
Zhao Aimin looked at these pieces of wood in surprise, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart. There was a trace of amusement in the middle-aged man's eyes, and the long whip in his hand seemed to become softer.
"Wood is my weapon and my memory." The middle-aged man said lightly, and the whip in his hand gradually turned into a wooden stick.
Zhao Aimin's heart moved. He felt that these woods contained an ancient power, as if they could travel through time and be passed down for thousands of years.
"Have you ever had a memory of wood?" the middle-aged man asked suddenly, his eyes as deep as if he could see through the soul.
Zhao Aimin pondered for a moment, recalling the scenes of playing in his family as a child. Those wood carvings seemed to be witnesses of his growth.
"Yes, wood is my childhood companion and a part of my family." Zhao Aimin's tone was full of warmth, and he felt the connection between these woods and himself.
The middle-aged man nodded, and the wooden stick in his hand turned into a delicate wooden staff, exuding a faint fragrance. "Wood carries memories and also passes on power. Our battles also pass on this power."