C1614 Your Way Is Wrong(part Ii)

This strike could no longer be accurately described with sword intent, but more accurately, it was a Dao mark!

He did not defend at all, nor did he hold anything back. All he did was a simple slash from the sword in his hand! This slash contained all the righteous energy in Lin Bai's body, as well as all of his confidence. No matter how tough and difficult it was, he had to sweep the air with his sword to create a path that belonged solely to him!

Under such a terrifying sword intent, Ling Yun only felt that his so-called sword intent was so laughable. If someone dared to call a technique like his a 'Dao', then this sword in front of him was a 'mountain of fire' formed from Daos!

He even realized that the sword intent radiating from the flying sword in his hand started to dissipate under Lin Bai's sword. Even the confidence in his heart began to crumble and crumble, unable to condense itself.

This was the way of the sword, this was the way of the sword! Looking at the sword, Ling Yun's eyes revealed a hint of understanding, a trace of gratitude, and a trace of anger! He was grateful that he was finally able to witness the true Dao of swordsmanship in his lifetime. Angry that he did not know that the so-called Dao that was passed down in the Sword Pavilion was actually so ridiculous.

However, this ridiculous and ridiculous Dao had poisoned every generation for a long time. Even he didn't know whether or not there would be a day that would change.

Boom!" Right at this moment, the biting cold sword in Lin Bai's hand had already arrived in front of Ling Yun! Under the dense sword dao, the flying sword in Ling Yun's hand stopped glowing, and the monstrous sword intent also disappeared! That wave of sword dao did not encounter any resistance, and directly collided with Ling Yun's body. The sword force penetrated his body, and although there was no blood splattering, it had already caused his heart to die.

Puff! After flying a few meters back, he stabilized himself and spat out a mouthful of blood from Ling Yun's mouth. However, at this moment, it was as if he had lost his soul, and was completely indifferent to the situation. His eyes were filled with confusion as he stared at Lin Bai who was not far away from him, muttering to himself: "Wrong, it's actually wrong, how could it be wrong?"

How could it be wrong?! Lingyun suddenly thought back to everything that happened in the past. It was as if from the moment he started counting, there was someone telling him what a sword cultivator should be like, how proud a sword cultivator was, and how lacking everything in the world was.

To Ling Yun, everything that those people had told him about swordsmanship was his pride, and was his soul!

But today, Lin Bai's sword strike had directly destroyed his soul with crushing force, and had also cleanly cut apart the pride in his heart! A person who boasted of being a sword cultivator was actually defeated by someone who was not a sword cultivator. Moreover, the reason for being defeated was not because of anything else, but because the sword dao was wrong. What kind of irony was this!

But in the midst of his wry smile, Ling Yun helplessly discovered that the pride he had previously thought he had as a sword cultivator was actually nothing more than bullsh * t! If he had even walked the wrong path of the sword, then how could he be proud? That was merely the vanity of deceiving himself!

Looking at the changing expression on Ling Yun's face, Lin Bai's thoughts were a little complicated. The reason why he had endured so much was because he was waiting for this moment, for the pride in Ling Yun's heart to reach its peak. He would attack with all of his strength, and cut off all of the pride in his heart, causing him to fall from the clouds into the dust.

But looking at Ling Yun's current appearance, he felt that the young man in front of him was somewhat pitiful. In reality, the wrong person was not Ling Yun, but the people who passed down the cultivation of the Lingyun Sword. It was those people's fault that led to Ling Yun's failure!

And most importantly, these sword cultivators had truly disappointed him. All the beautiful legends about sword immortals that existed in Lin Bai's heart had been completely shattered into nothingness! He was even unwilling to admit that the few remaining sword cultivators in the world were actually such people.

I admit defeat. I admit defeat. It was as you said. After a long period of silence, Ling Yun slowly lifted his hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth.

Every word that came out seemed to take away all of Ling Yun's strength. After saying a few words, he actually felt like he could not breathe. As proud as he was, he realized with a start that everything he had insisted on before was all wrong. It was all nonsense. This kind of destruction of pride was even worse than killing him!

Not only was his face dejected, even the crystal clear flying sword that he had nurtured for many years had its brilliance completely retracted. Its color had also become a bit dim. Even cracks had appeared on its body. It was as if with Ling Yun's defeat, the essence and spirit contained within this flying sword had been completely shattered. With just a slight touch, it would completely shatter.

"I am no longer qualified to use a sword!" After a long period of silence, without even waiting for Lin Bai to speak, Ling Yun forced himself to walk right in front of him, and handed the flying sword in his hand over to Lin Bai without saying a word. He looked at Lin Bai with shining eyes, and his gaze revealed a hint of relief as he slowly said: "People of the Sword Pavilion, in the name of the sword, are named Ling Yun, and this sword is left behind by a grandmaster of my Sword Pavilion thousands of years ago. In my hands, this sword is also a bright pearl that has fallen into the dust, never to see true Sword Truth. I hope that you can treat this sword well in the future! "

As he spoke, his eyes were filled with tears, and his expression was as sad as a lonely old man.

To be able to see a sword with such importance in the name of the sword, to the point where the sword was almost as precious as one's own flesh and blood. This was probably something that only a sword cultivator would do. If he had not taken the wrong path, this young man might have truly touched the great path of the sword and embarked on a carefree and uninhibited path that was similar to that of the sword immortals of the past.

"I will treat this sword well." After a moment of silence, Lin Bai slowly extended his hand and gripped the flying sword named 'Ling Yun'. He then looked at Ling Yun and slowly said, "However, I'm not a sword cultivator in the end, so it shouldn't be very difficult to use this sword. But I promise you, I will definitely find a good master for him in the future. A master who can comprehend the Great Way of the Sword! "

"I believe you." His fingertip was even gently stroking the sword's body without end, and his appearance was indescribably infatuated, just like how he had been for the past dozens of years, every day. However, his gaze became more and more unfocused, and his aura became weaker and weaker, as though a gust of wind would be able to carry him away.

Although Lin Bai's sword attack hadn't caused any damage to his body, it had completely destroyed his heart. If his heart died, he would not live for long! He was only able to hold on till now because his wish had been fulfilled!

"I want to ask you a few questions. Is my Shixiong Yan really captured by your Sword Pavilion? How is he?" And where is the Forbidden Snake now? " After a moment of silence, Lin Bai slowly asked Ling Yun.

He knew that at this moment, after everything in his heart had been relieved, Ling Yun would definitely not lie to him.

"He was indeed taken away by the Sword Pavilion. Although he suffered a bit, he is still fine. My Great Master invited him away. He is a tough nut to crack. Although many disciples did not say it, their hearts were filled with admiration for him. " As Lin Bai thought, Ling Yun did not hide anything. After he told him about Lu Yanzhao's recent situation, he coughed lightly, and said:

"As for the matter regarding the Forbidden Snake, I am not too clear about it. I only know that the Forbidden Snake is in the Sword Pavilion and is in the hands of my master, the Second Elder of the Sword Pavilion! The reason I was able to discover you earlier was because he bestowed me a drop of the forbidden snake's blood before coming out. But I also don't know where the Forbidden Snake is. I'm afraid only my master knows. But according to what I know, Master is probably planning to use the Forbidden Snake and the Sword Abyss to do an incredible thing. "

Hearing Ling Yun's words, Lin Bai could not help but heave a sigh of relief in his heart. As long as Lu Yanzhao was safe and sound, it was enough for him. However, he was still confused by Ling Yun's words, and asked anxiously: "What is the Sword Abyss?"

"The Sword Abyss is a place where the sword is kept after the passing of the Sword Pavilion's ancestors. That place is a sea of swords, and perhaps in the Sword Pavilion, only that place can possibly contain the true way of the sword …" Hearing Lin Bai's words, a hazy and intoxicated expression gradually appeared in Ling Yun's eyes.

At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood, being led by his master to stand in front of the Sword Abyss, picking up the flying sword! It was there that he obtained the flying sword 'Ling Yun', and obtained his own name! It was there that he swore an oath in his heart that he would spend all of his life searching for the Great Dao of the Sword and revitalizing the power of sword cultivators!

However, once it reached this point, it would all come to naught! As if his memories were on paper, page after page passed before Ling Yun's eyes, his eyes suddenly revealed a hint of panic. He tightly held onto Lin Bai's hand and said urgently: "Promise me, you must promise me, tell my companions in the Sword Pavilion, tell them that our path is wrong, and we can't continue on any further …"

"I promise you, I will do my best." Lin Bai slowly nodded his head. This was not a perfunctory response to a dying person, but came from the depths of his heart.

Because no matter if he wanted to find Lu Yanzhao or seek the Forbidden Snake, he would inevitably have conflict with the Sword Pavilion. At that time, he would not be able to hide from these matters.

"Go find uncle master, he will help you do these things." "Thank you …" Just as Lin Bai's words left his mouth, Ling Yun's life finally came to an end. Using the last sliver of his love left in this world, he glanced towards the flying sword that had the same name as him, and slowly closed his eyes.

The forest suddenly became silent, leaving only the whistling of the wind and the clanging of the swords. One after another, like the wail of a horned dragon, quietly spread through the forest, causing people to feel incomparably cold!