Chapter 2320: Life is Fading

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For this battle today, Wu Xun deliberately amplified the momentum of the Great Wei Dynasty, coordinating with martial soldiers and soldier fiends to completely seal the training ground. He also brought out the Hu Fu, causing it to hang high in the sky, alongside the rising sun.

Only then could this training ground, which was originally large enough for thousands of troops and tens of thousands of horses to drill, barely allow them to move freely.

This battle today, for Jiang Wang, is likely the final leg of his journey to prove the Dao to the ultimate truth. It is also the last victory he seeks after challenging all twenty-six martial Dao powerhouses in the present world.

This battle for Wu Xun is solely for the purpose of proving martial might. He is already an existence that can define the martial name; he simply wants to see if the current extreme of martial might can equal the extreme of cave truth.

The Great Wei General holds in his right hand an ancient long spear vaguely covered in patches of bronze rust.

It is truly ancient, dating back to the Era of Saints. It is said to have been the famous weapon wielded by the Horizontal and Vertical True Saint, Pang Min.

Over the long years, it has changed countless owners and has been destroyed and reforged many times. Now, its shaft is distinctly divided into three sections—all made of cold martial bronze, but from completely different eras. This is evident in its outward appearance, clearly delineated.

This variation in bronze color, instead, makes this long spear more captivating, a quality unattainable by ordinary objects.

And while its shaft has several rust marks, the spearhead is still incredibly sharp. Sunlight reflecting off the blade is split apart.

Its name is Gui Sui Shou, representing a spirit of undying heroism.

And able to be worn by Wu Xun alongside "Gui Sui Shou," the short sword named "Da Ye" is naturally also an extraordinary item.

It is the sword worn by Wei Xuan Che's grandfather, the hardworking Wei Ming Emperor, left for his "good holy grandson."

This sword is not a ceremonial sword, but a killing sword. Wei Xuan Che held it to kill jiao dragons, fought tigers with it, and used it in the court to execute powerful ministers.

When he first saw Wu Xun on Wangjiang Tower, they were like old friends at first sight, talked all night, and considered each other confidants. Wei Xuan Che took off his robes for him, unsheathed his sword for him to wear, and thus entrusted the state general with the military affairs of the world.

Now it hangs at Wu Xun's waist, indeed carrying the weight of mountains and rivers.

Wu Xun's "Martial Spear" and "Killing Sword," both with glorious histories, accompany him, acclaimed by the world.

Jiang Wang, of course, also knows their names.

He simply crosses his long sword: "Its name is Long Xiang Si, it is my worn sword. Since it came out of the furnace, it has followed me in battles until now—Wu Zongshi, please offer guidance."

Long Xiang Si has no glorious history; it is just a new sword forged a few years ago. Just as Jiang Wang has no noble bloodline, only a young man who walked out of a small town.

But until today—

Who under the heavens does not know this gentleman?

Which country's or family's famous weapons list would omit the name of Long Xiang Si?

If Long Xiang Si is not included, it cannot be a true list. To present it would be laughable.

Indeed, there is no need for too much introduction.

The two sides face each other from a distance, their gazes twisting and colliding, directly raising a blood flag in the sky above the training ground!

Wu Xun's eyelids lift open, like releasing a stable full of horses. In an instant, dust and smoke billow, and one sees ten thousands of horses galloping, thousands of troops charging.

Jiang Wang had never seen anyone use blood energy to such an extent; every wisp of blood energy is a valiant rider, a warrior leaping on horseback and raising a knife!

This contemporary famous general did not lead an army, but with his body as the country, his body as tens of thousands of troops, he actually manifested the killing force of a soldier array through pupil technique! Every time the blood flag waves, his pupil light advances further. This represents that this "battlefield" is being invaded by him in more territory.

Merely relying on eye immortal is already insufficient to resist such pupil technique. Jiang Wang then lifts his pupil light—

In an instant, glorious light fills the high sky, weaving into a pure and elegant immortal shadow, descending. The Immortal Dragon Dharma Image's left hand virtually clenches a fist, holding up the right hand with the tiger's mouth. The right hand points two fingers parallel to the sky, like the shape of an immortal sword.

From within the immortal pupils, two rays of clear light shoot out, entering the tangled gazes above the training ground.

The vision of both sides expands almost infinitely at this moment, and their lines of sight also cut nearly infinitely within this eye knowledge world.

Wu Xun's pupil technique continuously "attacks cities and seizes territories," but his target of attack, from a battlefield with boundaries, becomes a boundless world. No matter how much he invests here, he cannot reach the end; the more "land occupied," the more is consumed.

Immortal technique: One Eye Exhausts the Horizon!

Of course, this eye knowledge world is not infinite; Wu Xun can certainly try to see how much input his pupil technique requires to burst the eyes of the Immortal Dragon Dharma Image.

Wu Xun, of course, will not attempt this.

He simply lifts the spear forward, as if his own eyes do not exist.

One can see his eyes have already lost their luster, like a blind person without sight. His armored figure moves directly forward, and his pupil light peels off, like several charging iron riders, continuously lifting higher in the air, also entangling Jiang Wang's eyes.

Using inherent consumption to resist Jiang Wang's immortal eye pupil technique, letting the lines of sight of both sides hang like this above the battlefield, mutually entangled.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Wu Xun's pace of advance is not fast. His military boots strike the ground, one step, one footprint. One footprint is one flag.

Where is he walking forward?

He is attacking cities and pulling strongholds!

With every step forward he takes, Jiang Wang's "city stronghold" decreases by one, until the entire battlefield is filled with Wu Xun's flags, and he is isolated and without aid, surrounded by enemies on all sides.

This extremely pure contention for "Shi," Jiang Wang has not felt for a long time, and Wu Xun, furthermore, adds martial Dao conquest with military techniques.

Making him lift a foot instantly brings immense pressure, like mountains calling and seas roaring.

Establishing an advantage over the enemy before battle, arranging the battlefield situation at the time of battle, and strengthening the overpowering might after battle—these three types of Shi are the essence of military family's "soldier form situation."

Jiang Wang maintains the "One Eye Exhausts the Horizon" immortal technique, and his consumption is greater than Wu Xun's.

So Wu Xun chooses to maintain the mutual consumption of the eye knowledge battlefield, using this to establish an advantage for himself. Now is the time for him to arrange the situation on the battlefield. He wants to further strengthen his winning situation and compress the opponent's choices, letting the outcome of victory and defeat tend towards a certain result.

Jiang Wang stands fixed and unmoving.

Jiang someone originally does not understand military tactics.

He is simply a killer who understands himself very well.

Wu Xun's foot lifts open, and he realizes that in the contention of Shi, it is completely impossible to be his opponent. Wu Xun's control of Shi has reached its peak.

Before dueling with Wu Xun today, he never thought that Shi could have such a use.

To command soldiers on the battlefield, executed within a hundred steps. To chop thousands of troops and tens of thousands of horses into inch grass and flying dust.

Stepping out just two steps, already surrounded by enemy Shi. If he were to lead an army against Wu Xun like this, he would likely be crushed from beginning to end.

In this situation, if he were to continue entanglement in contending for Shi, he would only be stuck deep in the mud, sinking further the more he struggles.

He draws his sword.

The sword blade and sword sheath collide intensely as they separate, sparks flying and swirling around the sword body.

The Immortal Dragon Dharma Image controls his vision; his lines of sight are in the high sky mutually killing and consuming with Wu Xun's lines of sight.

So looking at his eyes at this time, they are without any divine color, completely dull, thoroughly emotionless.

But his hand pressing the sword, his hand drawing the sword, at this moment have a kind of ultimate tension—

He seems to be pulling a mountain, pulling a giant mountain that supports the sky.

Blue veins crawl on the back of his hand, like awakening angry dragons.

He no longer contends for Shi at all, letting Wu Xun attack cities and seize territories, reaching his peak. Letting the entire training ground be filled with Wu Xun's "Shi flags."

He does not contend externally, but asks internally.

Asking this body, if it has strength. Asking this long sword, if it can go forward.

At this moment, he is like in the very center of a battlefield surrounded by thousands of troops and tens of thousands of horses, holding his sword alone, relying on this one man's bravery.

I desire to win, desire to win against tens of thousands, though thousands of troops block the way, tens of thousands of horses like a tide, I go forth!

The separation of the sword blade and sword sheath ends with a final crisp sound. He chops out with one sword, exactly at the moment that named "Gui Sui Shou" long spear is delivered!

A thousand jin of hair, flowing light meets.

Hua la la, waves suddenly rise.

It manifests in the boundless void, and also in real time, the long journey of life.

People see two vast long rivers surging out of the void, intersecting in the training ground.

The long rivers of years and fate intersected again.

Jiang Wang, with a false heaven state, again chops out that sword he established in the Fallen Immortal Forest as the limit of ancient and modern cave truth—once saw blue history, years like a song.

If it is said that Wu Xun has completely occupied the spatial "Shi," the so-called "geographical advantage." Then Jiang Wang's sword deprives the temporal Shi, the so-called "heavenly timing."

If it is said that Wu Xun controls the objective, material meaning of "Shi," with his "Shi flags" filling this training ground. Then Jiang Wang's sword wins the Shi of fate.

Though Shi is strong, fate declines!

The sword edge chops the long spear.

Wu Xun holds the spear with both hands, one hand flipping down to press, yet he still cannot stop the long spear from rising, even driving his entire martial body to lean backward, his feet losing root.

Geographical advantage is also lost!

Jiang Wang follows the sword, the sword edge moving along the long pole of Gui Sui Shou, his person also pressing close to this world-renowned martial man.

First chopping years, then breaking the path of fate, finally retracting his body.

This sword had not yet finished its chop, when the tip of Jiang Wang's nose first caught a thick smell of blood. It covered the sky and the earth, as if trapped in an Asura battlefield.

Only then did he understand that the copper rust on the bronze long spear Gui Sui Shou is not rust, but the blood of powerful individuals!

Not ordinary powerful individuals, but those who have transcended the absolute peak, individuals with undying intent!

Precisely because it is stained with the blood of such powerful individuals, this pole "Gui Sui Shou" did not gradually decline with the death of Pang Min. Only after Pang Min has been dead for so long today, it still exists as a world-renowned weapon, still manifesting its sharpness!

Could it be that the Vertical and Horizontal True Saint, Pang Min, in the past still held this weapon and harmed those who transcended?

Could it be that Pang Min was not only in the true saint realm?

Besides the Confucian Ancestor, Law Ancestor, Ink Ancestor, did Pang Min, who created the Vertical and Horizontal family, also once walk to that supreme realm?

Jiang Wang's thoughts only flashed through, because past events all turn to dust!

Until today, the record he set in the Fallen Immortal Forest for the greatest killing force in ancient and modern cave truth has not been broken by anyone.

That is to say—

Below the absolute peak, this sword has no opponent.

Even if Wu Xun is already complete and can step out that step at any time, he is no exception.

So, at the moment of great Shi counter-tilting and being in danger of being overthrown, Wu Xun activated the ancient powerful blood on the bronze long spear with his martial intent, bringing the terrifying aura that exists in the long river of time to the present world.

People could see at this moment—

In the very center of the training ground, Jiang Wang and Wu Xun were almost body to body, less than a step apart.

The sword edge of Long Xiang Si advanced along the bronze long pole of Gui Sui Shou. The protruding carvings, the glorious past, the marks left by countless holders, all could not stop this sword.

Only those several traces of rust, embodying the mottled history, emitting an illusory yellow within the verdigris.

Jiang Wang's sword is still advancing.

In the void, the long river of fate intersects the long river of years, yet at this branch in time, it rolls back.

Drip!

It transformed from an illusory long river into a drop of real water, which dripped precisely onto a rust trace on the bronze long spear. In an instant, the surging mottling was extinguished!

This sword reversed the years, letting the past return to the past, stopping in the past.

What ancient powerful blood? After the washing of a long time, it is just a drop of blood!

Now it is the confrontation between Long Xiang Si and Gui Sui Shou once again. It is the duel between Jiang Wang and Wu Xun once again. Gui Sui Shou's "past" has already been cut off.

Now the sword edge still goes forward.

Wu Xun's one hand has already left the bronze long pole, gripping the short sword named Da Ye at his waist.

In the void, only a long river named fate is left.

And Jiang Wang, as if he had just come straight up from the river of fate, wet all over with the bitter sea water, yet delivered the final sword of this battle today—

Tribulation No Empty Realm!

At this moment, Wu Xun lost everything.

His prominent pupil light, like an iron rider, which was confronting the Immortal Dragon Dharma Image in the high sky and had cut the eye knowledge world into thousands of pieces of sight, collapsed in an instant.

Like a bosom friend dying, lute strings breaking.

His war spear, Gui Sui Shou, which was still struggling, flew out of his hand at once.

That Da Ye sword, nurtured in its sheath, unexpectedly could not be drawn out of its sheath!

He was so powerful, yet he was stripped of everything, his path of fate cut off.

"I lost." He said with a smile, "I finally witness what is the first cave truth of ancient and modern times."

The extreme of "martial" does not lose to "Dao." He lost this battle; it was Wu Xun, at the twenty-sixth heaven of martial Dao, who lost to Jiang Wang, in the cave truth realm.

He accepted this result.

But his smile soon shattered.

Because Jiang Wang's sword did not stop, Jiang Wang's sword was still going forward.

Victory and defeat were already decided; this battle should have ended.

But in Jiang Wang's eyes, he saw ultimate coldness, ultimate emotionlessness!

Does Jiang Wang really want to kill me?

This was the first thought that flashed through Wu Xun's heart.

The so-called duel was originally a conspiracy? Who was behind it? Jing Country? Chu Country?

Second, third, fourth... countless thoughts flooded in.

But these thoughts soon shattered.

Because in that ultimate coldness, in those extremely empty eyes, he suddenly saw a point of light. That was a wisp of jumping, red-gold undying light. And then he heard a crisp sound of "ga ba"—

Jiang Wang's right hand holding the sword directly folded over from the elbow, twisting into a strange outward convex shape. His palm gripped Long Xiang Si, naturally deviating from its original trajectory, grazing over Wu Xun's Tian Ling, cutting off the tassel on top of his helmet.

The sound of the helmet tassel being cut off came slightly later. It sent a chill down Wu Xun's spine.

In this bone-deep chill, he suddenly had a realization—he had just seen... a true heavenly person. It was the heavenly person Jiang Wang, not the Jiang Wang who was the first heavenly talent in the present world.

And then he saw Jiang Wang, holding the sword with a folded hand, stand straight and fall backward.

This fall made Wu Xun's heart, which had just eased somewhat, plummet again!

"Bro!"

"Jiang Wang!"

"Dongfu!"

"Master!"