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Chapter 173 The heart that had been hanging in suspense finally died completely at this moment.
Upon seeing this scene, everyone, including Abbess Miejue, Song Yuanqiao, Yang Yan, and Zhou Zhiruo, seemed to be frozen in place, staring blankly at the empty space in front of Gu Shaoan.

It was after this sword strike annihilated the massive rock that the profound sense of clarity in Gu Shaoan's mind suddenly vanished.

But recalling that sword strike just now, Gu Shaoan felt a strong sense of excitement coursing through his body with each rapid heartbeat.

"It's done!"

Using the "Martial Arts Enlightenment Card" for the first time, Gu Shaoan was unsure whether it would truly allow him to create a supreme martial art capable of drawing upon the power and momentum of heaven and earth.

That's why Gu Shaoan has been trying his best to learn about the power and momentum of heaven and earth from Zhang Sanfeng these past few days.

At this moment, with the successful creation of this martial art, even Gu Shaoan couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

In the distance, after a brief moment of surprise, Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward and appeared directly in front of Gu Shaoan.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's figure, Abbess Miejue and the others seemed to wake from a dream, and they all used their lightness skills to move towards Gu Shaoan's position.

Noticing Zhang Sanfeng beside him, Gu Shaoan smiled and bowed, saying, "Senior."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand in acknowledgment and then said, "Give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan immediately understood Zhang Sanfeng's meaning.

It turned out that she wanted to help him test the martial art he had just created.

Gu Shaoan didn't waste any words on this.

With a light touch of the toes on the snow, the body leaps up like a wild goose and slides backward for two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

The group of Abbess Miejue who had just approached quickly stopped and quietly watched the two who had separated, their faces also showing curiosity.

After slightly adjusting his breathing and state of mind, Gu Shaoan slowly spoke.

"I apologize for the offense."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Shaoan leaned forward and rushed towards Zhang Sanfeng.

At the same time, he thrust out the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand.

"laugh!"

A cold, starlight suddenly bloomed three feet in front of Zhang Sanfeng's chest.

The sword light, like the setting sun losing its last radiance, struck with a sense of profound stillness and restraint, a feeling of approaching twilight.

Even before the sword arrived, the air in front of its tip visibly dented and distorted slightly.

It wasn't a violent shockwave, but rather the space itself being oppressed by this heavy "closing" force.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flashed, but his movements were still simpler than expected. He simply raised his right arm slightly, and the cuffs of his wide, gray-brown robe sank down.

There was no surging energy, no howling wind; it was as if a sleeve was simply brushing against a dew-covered spiderweb.

But with that casual flick, Gu Shaoan's sword, which contained the momentum of sinking and was as fast as lightning, was instantly dissolved by an invisible and intangible viscous force, like a mud ox entering the sea or spring snow meeting boiling water.

Seeing this, Gu Shaoan was not surprised at all. Taking advantage of the situation, he moved like a willow catkin blown by the wind and retreated without warning.

But in retreat, the sword moves with the body, the wrist flicks rapidly, and the sword shadows fly, no longer heavy and sluggish, but agile and unpredictable.

In an instant, the sky was filled with pale golden sword arcs, like willow branches swaying in the wind. The sword light intertwined and shuttled, its trajectory unpredictable, as if thousands of tender willows in early spring were swaying and whipping wildly in the wind.

Each sword arc carried a subtle hissing sound as it tore through the air, striking Zhang Sanfeng's major acupoints and joints from different directions at tricky and unpredictable angles.

Zhang Sanfeng stood motionless like a mountain, but his sleeves moved like dragons reaching out their claws, seemingly slow but actually extremely fast, drawing perfect circles in front of him.

With a flick of his sleeves, his restrained inner energy stirred the wind and snow.

The countless cunning, pale gold sword arcs that attacked were always deflected by a swirling, viscous force just before they were about to touch Zhang Sanfeng's robes. The sharpness of the sword arcs was not shattered, but rather as if they were trapped in an invisible vortex.

The force was drawn, dispersed, and deflected, finally grazing past his body outline, cutting the snow-covered ground within several feet into pieces, but it could never get close.

Despite his sword move being broken, Gu Shaoan's aura remained undiminished. His retreating figure suddenly stopped, and his sword path changed once more! A magnificent, awe-inspiring, and radiant aura suddenly erupted from his body.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword seemed to be ignited in his hands. The sword light was no longer a point or a thread, but transformed into a golden tidal wave composed of countless straight piercings. The sword speed increased dramatically, with one sword following another, each faster than the last.

There are no complicated changes, only the purest and most direct, with an unparalleled determination, as if it wants to pierce the sky and burn everything away.

Since it was a test of his sword skills, Zhang Sanfeng would naturally not handle it the way he had three days ago.

Therefore, facing this oncoming tide of swords, Zhang Sanfeng raised his right hand, his fingers forming a sword shape, his fingertips emitting condensed, white light.

It was simply with his fingertips that he made a precise and swift gesture in the air, within a small space.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

A series of crisp, rapid sounds, like a sudden downpour pattering on banana leaves, suddenly rang out! Zhang Sanfeng's fingertips, imbued with pure internal energy, touched the spine or surface of the Yitian Sword with unparalleled precision each time.

The timing and force were exquisite, without any direct confrontation; instead, they were all used to deflect, guide, strike from the side, and flick at the slant.

Each finger strike seemed to carry a celestial rhythm that understood cause and effect and manipulated force. The surging, violent sword momentum was slightly deflected and its continuous rhythm was disrupted with each crisp sound, and most of the layered momentum was dissipated.

Just as the fierce and relentless exchange of blows subsided slightly, a cold glint flashed in Gu Shaoan's eyes, and his swordplay shifted once more.

The continuous, piercing golden tide suddenly dissipated, and the sword shadows instantly spread out, like the arrival of a harsh winter, with crimson clouds covering the sky for thousands of miles.

The sword was swung out, but it brought not sword energy, but the force of endless wind and snow.

Every move was imbued with chilling killing intent, like a blizzard crashing down from the sky, each snowflake a deadly, frosty blade.

Faced with the sword shadows that came like flying snowflakes, Zhang Sanfeng's fingers flew across the screen, and with an agility completely different from his fat body, he easily parried all of Gu Shaoan's sword moves.

After a hundred moves, Zhang Sanfeng remained on the defensive and did not attack.

But the look of amazement in his eyes grew even stronger.

With Zhang Sanfeng's discerning eye, how could he not see that Gu Shaoan was currently using the eight sword techniques he had just created?

If it were ordinary martial arts, using all eight sword moves would be exhausting, and the moves would be worn out.

However, Gu Shaoan's eight sword moves, though seemingly basic, can be broken down and rearranged, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, to contain countless subtle variations that are unpredictable.

After blocking Gu Shaoan's sword strike once again, Zhang Sanfeng said, "Boy, that's enough. Aren't you going to use that last sword strike?"

During his practice session with Zhang Sanfeng, Gu Shaoan gained a deeper understanding of the newly created eight sword techniques.

Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Gu Shaoan immediately replied, "Senior, please be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Shaoan's body suddenly swung back three zhang.

The dark blade finally hovered steadily and precisely above the empty scabbard, its legs slightly bent.

In the instant his true essence surged, a point of golden light began to condense on the tip of the Yitian Sword, which was hovering at the top of its scabbard in Gu Shaoan's hand.

The surrounding power of heaven and earth, as well as the force of the falling snow, all converged on Gu Shaoan at this moment.

As Zhang Sanfeng felt the power of heaven and earth being drawn into the Yitian Sword in Gu Shaoan's hand, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died completely at this moment.

"It's no coincidence. This kid really can draw upon the power and momentum of heaven and earth when he condenses his Qi into Yuan." He couldn't help but glance at Abbess Miejue in the distance.

Even with Zhang Sanfeng's composure, a question couldn't help but pop into his mind at this moment.

"Why?"

The next moment, Gu Shaoan rushed to Zhang Sanfeng like a ghostly streak of light. However, he did not swing the Yitian Sword in his hand casually as before, but gently pushed it forward.

Furthermore, the sword energy, as refined as golden threads, did not burst forth from his body as before, but instead condensed on the tip of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, poised to strike.

In response, Zhang Sanfeng, just as he had three days prior, pointed his two fingers together at Gu Shaoan and thrust them out with his sword.

At the same time, Gu Shaoan once again felt as if he had plunged a sword into a muddy swamp.

A viscous force seemed to envelop me from all directions.

However, this time, as the glint of light on the tip of Gu Shaoan's sword flickered, the Yitian Sword in Gu Shaoan's hand did not stop abruptly under the viscous force.

The extremely sharp energy condensed at the tip of the sword, along with the power and momentum of heaven and earth contained within this sword strike, erupted simultaneously. After tearing apart the viscous force enveloping it from all directions, it continued to advance two inches forward with unstoppable momentum before its speed finally slowed down.

A moment later, the remaining strength stubbornly tore through the surrounding viscous force, and once again moved forward little by little with difficulty.

When all the force on the sword blade was exhausted, the tip of the sword touched Zhang Sanfeng's finger.

At this point, Gu Shaoan's eyes lit up, and a smile involuntarily bloomed on his face.

Three days ago, for Gu Shaoan, the three inches in front of Zhang Sanfeng's fingertips was already the limit that Gu Shaoan could reach.

Three days later, when they made their move again, they were once again facing the number one martial artist in the Great Wei Kingdom.

But Gu Shaoan's sword had already shortened that seemingly insurmountable three-inch distance to nothing.

Feeling the sharp, cold touch of the Heaven-Slaying Sword on his fingertips, Zhang Sanfeng slowly withdrew his hand.

"Boy, what's the name of your newly created sword technique?"

Gu Shaoan took a deep breath, sheathed his sword, and replied, "The sword moves were created hastily, and I haven't named them yet. The first eight moves will be called 'Sword One' to 'Sword Eight' for now."

Zhang Sanfeng thought for a moment and said, "Using numbers as names is simple, but it makes sense. What about the move just now?"

Without hesitation, Gu Shaoan replied, "Sword Nine, a sword that separates worlds."

"A sword that transcends worlds, its strike seems to transport you to another world. With the power and influence of heaven and earth, it truly lives up to its name."

After saying that, Zhang Sanfeng looked deeply at Gu Shaoan in front of him: "The first eight moves of your swordsmanship are exquisite and are no less than those of the brat from the Angry Dragon Gang, but your swordsmanship level is too low."

"If you can achieve the unity of man and sword in the future, and combine it with your sword technique, among first-class masters, except for the very best, you will be able to fight against the rest."

"Two years later, if you can reach the level of Condensing Yuan into Gang in your internal strength, as long as Pang Ban has not perfected the Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique, your Sword Nine move will be enough to make him suffer a crushing defeat."

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan smiled and said, "This junior will certainly work hard to strive to reach the level of condensing qi into qi as soon as possible."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, then turned to look at Abbess Miejue.

After a pause, Zhang Sanfeng said irritably, "Once you're done with your business, go back to your Emei Sect as soon as possible, and don't get in my way."

Upon hearing this, Abbess Miejue laughed and said, "Very well! Tomorrow I will set off back to Emei and take this opportunity to see if the mountains of Emei have really been struck by lightning."

Zhang Sanfeng: "."

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng felt that sometimes being of a high seniority or having too good a relationship with other sects was not necessarily a good thing.

"If you don't leave, I'll beat you up with a masked club tonight."

After giving a cold snort in his heart, Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Gu Shaoan again, sighed, and closed his eyes.

It has a kind of "out of sight, out of mind" feel to it.

He immediately turned around and took a step out. In the blink of an eye, he was back in the distant courtyard, and the gate closed with a "bang".

It was especially noticeable even when the mountain wind was howling.

Abbess Miejue smiled smugly, gestured to Song Yuanqiao, and then beckoned Gu Shaoan and the other two to turn and leave.

After watching Abbess Miejue and the others leave the back mountain, Song Yuanqiao thought for a moment, then walked to Zhang Sanfeng's door.

"knock knock"

After Song Yuanqiao knocked on the door three times, Zhang Sanfeng's voice came from inside.

"If you're in a bad mood, don't bother me."

Song Yuanqiao: "."

After hesitating for a moment, Song Yuanqiao sighed and said, "This disciple takes his leave."

After saying that, Song Yuanqiao used the "Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap" technique to pass through the wind and snow and leave into the distance.

After a while, a faint voice suddenly rang out from the small courtyard behind the mountain.

"What right does he have to exterminate them?"

After leaving the back mountain, Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo immediately went to Gu Shaoan's side.

"Senior brother, didn't Master Zhang say that one cannot invoke the power and momentum of heaven and earth before reaching the Celestial Realm? How did you manage that with your swordsmanship?"

When asked by Yang Yan, Gu Shaoan replied truthfully, "I can't say for sure either."

Yang Yan asked in astonishment, "Didn't you create this sword technique? How come you can't explain it?"

Gu Shaoan shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. At that time, I was just in a state of sudden enlightenment. Some things seemed to come naturally to me as if I understood them intuitively. As for the principle behind it, I can't explain it."

Gu Shaoan ultimately created this sword technique by relying on the special state he was in when he used the "Martial Arts Enlightenment Card".

Strictly speaking, it was a clever trick.

Otherwise, Gu Shaoan wouldn't have relied on the final "sword separating worlds" to invoke the power and momentum of heaven and earth, but would have been able to invoke the power of heaven and earth on his own.

At this moment, Abbess Miejue, who was walking in front, spoke up: "Many martial arts in the world are understood by martial artists when they accidentally fall into a state of enlightenment. Among them are profound martial arts with unparalleled power, like Shao'an's. However, even the person who created this martial art may not be able to fully understand many of its specific principles."

After saying that, Abbess Miejue did not bring up the issue of the sword technique created by Gu Shaoan again, but asked, "My current strength and martial arts attainments are far inferior to yours. Since you can make Master Zhang praise it so much, your sword technique must be extraordinary."

"But since this martial art is still in its early stages, there may be many areas that are not yet perfect. You will need to work on it carefully and strive to master this newly created martial art as soon as possible."

Gu Shaoan replied, "This disciple understands."

After a pause, Gu Shaoan suddenly said, "Master, after the follow-up examination for Hero Yu tomorrow, I may not return to Emei with you for the time being."

"Ok?"

Abbess Miejue paused, looking at Gu Shaoan with some surprise.

　The next chapter will probably be past 1 AM! If you have any good names for sword techniques, please leave them in the comments section! I, the author, haven't even decided on a name for the new sword technique yet! Headache!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)