Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 210 Endless Darkness (Happy New Year!)

Guo Jing had previously taken away Wanyan Kang's sword, so naturally he returned it to him now.

However, the sword Guo Jing used was no longer an ordinary sword, but the Qinggang sword he had brought as a betrothal gift.

This was what Huang Rong took out and handed to Guo Jing.

Huang Rong knew how powerful Qiu Chuji was. Although her brother Jing also had the support of Dugu Qiubai, having an extra powerful sword would better guarantee his chances of winning.

The battle started again, and just as Qiu Chuji had just guessed, Guo Jing took a defensive stance from the very beginning.

The green steel sword could not be splashed by the water he danced with, demonstrating his solid foundation in swordsmanship.

Pure defense will actually lead to failure if it lasts too long, but Guo Jing has demonstrated his domineering and ferocious sword attack ability before, so when facing him again, he has to be on guard. Guo Jing suddenly switches from offense to defense and strikes hard.

This also means that the attacking side can only launch tentative attacks and cannot completely let go.

Wanyan Kang tried to take the initiative to attack several times, but naturally he failed to break through. Guo Jing was like a turtle, entangled with him. Even though Wanyan Kang risked exposing his flaws several times, Guo Jing did not take any risks and just continued to fight steadily.

From a visual point of view, this kind of competition is far less beautiful than the one just now.

Even a little boring.

Wanyan Kang's approach also began to be filled with "imagination". He gradually stopped attacking and instead kept circling around Guo Jing.

You don't attack?
Well then! I won't attack either!
Let's just waste time like this.

As a result, the scene looks even more dull and boring. Guo Jing stands in the middle of the field with a sword in his hand, only occasionally turning his body or changing his standing posture, while Wanyan Kang walks around Guo Jing in irregular circles, as if looking for a flaw, but he is too reluctant to even use any probing moves.

"Are you guys going to fight or not? If you keep wasting time like this, it will be dawn soon!" Ouyang Ke said angrily as he was watching the battle from the side.

To be honest, if there weren't so many masters present, his uncle would definitely not be able to withstand the pressure. Ouyang Ke had already secretly fired a poisonous snake dart at each of the two people on the field a stick of incense before the event.

Guo Jing and Wanyan Kang ignored Ouyang Ke's temper.

Dugu Qiubai took the initiative to move closer to Qiu Chuji and whispered, "Little Taoist priest, you have great skills. You actually predicted that I would let Jing'er take a defensive position. As far as sword fighting is concerned, Jing'er has no flaws, but outside of sword fighting, your disciple has the advantage. If we delay for another two hours, I'm afraid Jing'er will become impatient."

In the sword fighting arena, Guo Jing followed Dugu Qiubai's advice, defending instead of attacking and waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out.

But outside the sword fighting arena, Guo Jing is concerned about Huang Rong and will subconsciously be more anxious to settle everything, while Wanyan Kang doesn't care at all. His original intention is not to marry Huang Rong, but to use this opportunity to threaten Guo Jing to hand over the priceless treasure.

This, to a certain extent, determines the reversal of offense and defense in the game of mind.

"But if I am willing to take a step back and convince Island Master Huang to directly acknowledge Jing'er's identity, what do you think?"

Dugu Qiubai is good at swordsmanship, but the essence of swordsmanship is still gaming.

So he is also unrestrained in terms of fighting psychology.

The rules are reserved for those who abide by them. If you never think about being bound by them from the beginning, then there will be too many tricks you can use.

"You are actually more worried that I will use this trick!" Qiu Chuji said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in breaking up a loving couple. I stand up to support Kang Er only because he is my disciple."

"Kang'er can win this battle on his own. There's no need for me to use any tricks."

Upon hearing Qiu Chuji's promise, Dugu Qiubai bowed and clasped his fists.

The general meaning is, if you don't use it, then I won't use it either, and we all have to follow the rules.

In the field, Wanyan Kang's whole posture suddenly changed.

He began to swing his sword hastily, as if something was pushing him, causing him to not only attack again, but also to attack more aggressively.

The sword was moving around his body. The sword, which was supposed to be out of his hand most of the time, was now held by the hilt and then chopped violently. This was against the principles of the Small and Large Zhoutian Sword Techniques, so that the entire sword technique structure began to deform rapidly.

Ouyang Feng stood beside Wanyan Honglie and said as if to explain: "The young prince is impetuous, but unfortunately... he is going to lose!"

"If the young prince can stay with Guo Jing for a while longer, we can go talk to Island Master Huang. It won't take long before Guo Jing reveals his weakness."

Wanyan Honglie only heard one meaning from these words, that is, Wanyan Kang intended to let him win.

So he shouted, "Kang'er! Stay calm... don't let your father down."

Wanyan Kang swung the sword in his hand more rapidly, and his violent attack seemed to emphasize force rather than form. It seemed that each sword strike was more ferocious than the last, forcing Guo Jing, who had been defending, to retreat again and again. But even Huang Rong could see that Guo Jing's breathing was even and his steps were steady, while Wanyan Kang's breathing was turbid and his steps were disorderly. It would not take long to decide the winner.

Dugu Qiubai smiled.

Generally speaking, the result is clear. The fight has already turned out like this. Whether Wanyan Kang deliberately let Guo Jing win or set a trap, as long as he continues to slide down like this and Guo Jing can hold on, then Wanyan Kang will definitely lose. "Why don't you warn me?" Dugu Qiubai asked Qiu Chuji.

"No need! The wind direction will change soon!" Qiu Chuji looked up at the sky.

At this moment, a dark cloud was floating across the sky, blocking the originally bright moonlight. The light, which was not very bright to begin with, became a little dimmer.

The light emitted by the torches and braziers lit by the mute servants around seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness in an instant. Their existence seemed to make the darkness even darker.

For no apparent reason, every person watching the match felt a sense of inexplicable despair and darkness, weighing heavily on their chest, making it seem as if they could hardly breathe.

Just like the sea line in the darkness, it is flooding the island, swallowing and destroying everything.

clang!
clang!
clang!
Every time Wanyan Kang's sword hit Guo Jing's sword, there was a sharp collision sound.

And in this sound of collision, it was as if something was being ruthlessly buried in the soil.

Qiu Chuji and Dugu Qiubai both frowned at the same time.

Dugu Qiubai keenly felt that, accompanied by the stirring of certain emotions, Wanyan Kang's sword technique, which seemed to be full of flaws and deformed as a whole, suddenly had a wonderful coherence that could not be directly expressed in words.

The sword techniques that were not in line with the principles of swordsmanship now seemed to be perfectly correct.

Those wanton and ostentatious slashes did not seem like a sword fight with others, but more like swinging the sword to tear apart the darkness before their eyes.

As the one who was directly faced with it, Guo Jing felt even more uncomfortable.

He seemed to be locked in a coffin and being buried alive.

The pitch-black darkness around him made it difficult for him to breathe. He wanted to break free, but he couldn't break the darkness at all.

The defensive sword stand that had been firmly in place certainly protected him temporarily, but it was also like a coffin buried in the ground. Although it isolated him from the momentary burial of the soil, it only sealed off a period of despair, allowing him to feel the despair approaching step by step and bit by bit.

The feeling of having the last glimmer of hope in life slowly taken away is more unbearable than dying in an instant.

At this moment, Guo Jing was vaguely thinking of the wolves on the grassland on the snowy night.

He was like holding a torch that was about to burn out, staring into the wolves' eyes, feeling their greed and ferocity, and imagining the impending end of being torn apart and devoured.

"Wrong!" Qiu Chuji shouted, interrupting the spread of darkness.

The invisible and formless spiritual power was released, instantly enveloping Wanyan Kang.

Wanyan Kang paused for a moment as he swung his sword. The darkness that was surging like a tide slowly receded at this moment, and he froze in place for a moment. Although the long sword he raised high was full of gaps, the jagged edge of the sword still flashed with a chill that made people feel terrified.

Guo Jing held the sword, breathing heavily, his hair and clothes soaked with sweat.

His fingers and wrists were shaking constantly, and the cold was still lingering on his body and had not completely gone away.

For the first time in a long time, he felt the fear he had in his youth.

Before the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan found him and his mother, before he met Master Zhebie and joined the Khan's tribe, how did he and his mother survive on the grassland?
Those memories that he should have forgotten, those memories from his childhood, were unexpectedly awakened layer by layer.

The feeling of being cold, hungry, and shivering even while hiding in his mother's arms almost made him cry like a baby.

Guo Jing took a deep breath, trying hard to adjust his emotions and pull himself out of the feeling of despair. Then his eyes gradually became moist and he looked deeply at Wanyan Kang.

"Kangdi... have you been enduring this kind of pain and despair?" Guo Jing thought to himself, tightening his grip on the sword.

The despair, darkness and dead silence in Wanyan Kang's eyes gradually faded away. He took two steps back, distanced himself from Guo Jing, and turned to look at Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji gritted his teeth and thought to himself that the 'demon fetus' was difficult to deal with.

He intended to let Wanyan Kang put his emotions into the sword and condense the sword intent with emotion.

Although this kind of sword intent is also profound, it can also shatter the darkness.

However, although Wanyan Kang used the sword intent as he wished, it was not an affectionate sword intent, but a darker, deadly, and desperate sword intent.

Its essence is ruthless, and the darkness between man and the world is almost merging into one, symbolizing the destructive and tyrannical side of darkness.

The fragility in human emotions is just a pawn it uses.

Just like darkness, snow and tides in the dark night, they are just one of the countless components of nature, but when humans are placed in such an environment, emotions such as fear and terror will naturally arise.

At this moment, the sword intent condensed by Wanyan Kang turned into a chisel for the demon fetus, trying to tear the seal apart.

(End of this chapter)