Ronaldinho's Pokémon Journey

"You can point a sword at me for three hours and still stand up. I have to say that you are quite capable in the way of the sword. You are a bit higher than I said before."

The old man carrying the sword smiled contemptuously, "But, is this just it?"

hum!

As the old man carrying the sword spat out his words, Fang Heng, who was holding the sword against the old man carrying the sword, suddenly trembled.

You don't know if you don't point the sword at the old man. Once you point the sword at the old man, Fang Heng realizes how terrifying this old man is.

The sword seemed to be the subject of this old man.

The old man is like the emperor in the sword.

How could the subjects launch an attack on their own emperor?

Even if they look at him head-on, the subjects are frightened, let alone launching an attack.

This is how Fang Heng feels at this moment.

His sword looks flat.

But in Fang Heng's opinion, his sword was curved.

His sword intention has been gathering. Three hours have allowed him to accumulate it to the limit, and it can explode at any time. However, in his feeling, his sword intention has no fighting spirit.

As long as he doesn't attack the old man.

As long as I don't point my sword at this old man, I can cut through anything.

This was the message his sword intended to convey to him.

It seemed that at this moment, he had been separated from his own sword intention and became two independent individuals.

"How could this be?"

A thought crossed Fang Heng's mind, and Fang Heng was filled with doubts at this moment.

How could the sword intention, which belonged to him, turn into another thoughtful being and negotiate terms with him?

"who are you?"

Looking at the Zhenwu Sword in his hand, Fang Heng murmured in his heart.

"I am your sword, I am your strength."

An inexplicable answer came out in Fang Heng's heart, making Fang Heng's eyes shrink.

"Since you are my power, why should you resist my will?"

"It's not resistance, it's advice. I don't want to attack him, and I can't attack him."

"why?"

"Because I am a sword and he is the emperor of swords. How could I attack my emperor?"

"Did you make a mistake? I am your emperor."

Fang Heng's eyes turned cold and he thought to himself.

"You are my master, but not my emperor. I can kill everything for you, but I cannot kill my emperor for you."

"Then there's no need for you to exist."

Fang Heng said coldly.

"Are you willing to abandon me? If you abandon me, what else do you have?"

"I still have me." Fang Heng said calmly.

"Are you still you without me?"

"On the contrary, I am the real me without you." Fang Heng said coldly.

"why?"

"Because no one can stop what I want to do, including myself."

The cold words rang in Fang Heng's heart, and the voice that came from nowhere in Fang Heng's heart also stopped talking for an instant, as if it was speechless.

"If you don't want to follow me, just leave. If you want to follow me, then come. But whether you are willing to follow me or not, I will do what I want to do, and there is nothing else. "

Fang Heng said again in his heart. The next moment, his eyes were solemn, and the palm holding the sword suddenly relaxed!

Dang!

There was a crisp sound, and the Zhenwu sword originally held in Fang Heng's hand fell down.

"Oh?"

Seeing this scene, the contemptuous smile on the old man's face disappeared instantly and was replaced by surprise.

A smile appeared on the face of the old man Ling Xing in an instant.

"It looks like I'm going to win."

"That's unlikely."

The old man carrying the sword said calmly, "How can one talk about practicing swordsmanship if he can't even hold the sword steady?"

"Haha, are you lying to yourself?"

The old man Ling Xing laughed loudly, "In the eyes of outsiders, he can't hold the sword steadily, but in the eyes of you and me, he has lost the sword."

"How can we talk about sword cultivation when we have lost our swords?"

The old man with the sword on his back said lightly.

"All he lost was a shell."

The old man Ling Xing smiled and said, "In other words, what he lost was his own fear."

"A sword without a shell is still a sword?" The old man carrying the sword raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "He has lost his fear, but at the same time, he has also lost his sword. He has no sword, only the will of the sword. , can't hurt me a hair."

"Then wait and see."

The old man Ling Xing smiled again. The old man carrying the sword did not speak, but just looked at Fang Heng.

Similarly, Fang Heng was not aware of the conversation between the two old men at this moment.

In his eyes, this old man is still the emperor in the sword.

However, he is no longer a subject of this emperor.

From the moment he threw away his sword, he felt like a rebel with nothing and wounds all over his body, surrounded by countless armies led by the emperor.

He seemed to be in a state of death.

But at this time, there was a smile on his face.

He was the emperor's subject before, and he was unwilling to accept it.

Now he was a miserable rebel, but he felt an incomparable freedom.

This is freedom from unwillingness.

"Emperor or emperor, this has nothing to do with me."

"What I want to do, even I can't stop, let alone you?"

"Even if you have thousands of troops, even if you have supreme majesty."

"As long as you block my way, I will still make you splash with blood for five steps!"

boom!

As Fang Heng's thoughts flashed, the sword intent that had been suppressed in him suddenly burst out!

Like a dragon soaring to the sky, and like a strong wind rising from the ground!

In just an instant, the waterfall behind the two old men stopped falling and started to flow backwards!

It seemed that at this moment, Fang Heng had transformed into the Creator in the ancient chaos.

Even if what he wants to do is unreasonable, it will become reasonable.

Finally, when the old man with the sword saw this scene, his expression finally changed and became serious.

The old man Ling Xing kept smiling and nodding, seemingly very happy.

Fang Heng still didn't care about the expressions of the two old men.

There are only those who stand in his way, and he has only one purpose, to kill all those who stand in his way.

Then how could he care about the old man's expression?

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded!

There was no hesitation, and no time for anyone to react.

It was just a moment, or less than a moment.

Fang Heng's figure arrived in front of the old man and stabbed the old man's head with one finger.

It’s not a dot, it’s a thorn!

At this moment, Fang Heng didn't have a sword in his hand, but he turned it into a sword with his fingers!

He just wanted to use his sword to chop off the old man's hair.

He only wanted a hair from the old man and nothing else.

"Humph!"

Facing Fang Heng's violent blow, the old man sitting cross-legged still did not move, and just snorted suddenly.

Boom!

Like thunder coming to the world, everything is shaken!

In just a moment, Fang Heng's protruding body came to a halt in the void.

In Fang Heng's eyes, the emperor seemed to have stood up.

The imperial guards around him had also raised their spears and pointed at him.

As long as his fingers touch the emperor's hair, he will be stabbed to death by the spear of the emperor's guard.

He knew very well that the old man did not stand up. The old man was still the old man carrying the sword. He was still sitting cross-legged.

The Royal Forest Army is only a spiritual product, essentially just the sword energy of the old man.

But this extremely real feeling put Fang Heng into a helpless situation.

This is not hesitation. If he was hesitant, he would not attack. This is just the correct answer in his mind after weighing the situation.

He wanted to kill the emperor, but the reality was that he only used his fingers, while the other party used a spear.

How can a finger be worth a spear?

"If only I had my sword in hand."

A thought crossed Fang Heng's mind. At this moment, Fang Heng felt very regretful.

He was regretting his sword.

He is not regretting that he abandoned the sword, he is simply regretting that no sword is willing to fight with him at this moment.

hum!

A shaking sound suddenly sounded.

This did not come from Fang Heng's body, let alone the old man carrying the sword.

This came from the Zhenwu sword he had discarded before!

Whoosh!

Almost as soon as the vibration stopped, the Zhenwu Sword instantly reached Fang Heng's hand at an unimaginable speed.

"I am always in your hands, even if you have abandoned me, I am still in your hands."

"But isn't he your emperor?"

Fang Heng said calmly in his heart.

"You are my master."

"Didn't you say that even if I were your master, you would not kill your emperor?"

"I didn't say it. I said it before. I was just admonishing, but you still attacked my emperor."

"Just because I attacked doesn't mean you have to attack too."

"You are wrong. If you attack, I must attack."

"why?"

"Because I am your strength, I am your sword, and wherever your heart desires, that's where I will kill you."

Hearing this, Fang Heng finally showed a smile on his face.

"You are still loyal to me."

"I have always been loyal to you."

"Then stop talking nonsense, I want his hair!"

"Then I'll take his scalp."

Swish!

The sword light flashed across, and everything turned white!

The sky and the earth are white, the mountains, forests, water and trees are white.

It seemed that with the strike of Fang Heng's sword, everything in this world turned white.

But in this white world, a little red suddenly appeared.

There is very little red, but in a monotonous world completely filled with white, it is extremely conspicuous.

Like a glimmer of light in the dark night, like a flaw in a dream.

boom!

An explosion suddenly came!

The pale picture suddenly disappeared!

The waterfall was cut into two pieces by Fang Heng!

The lush forest is completely cut off from it!

The range is hundreds of miles in radius!

The old man Lingxing didn't move.

The old man with the sword on his back did not move.

Fang Heng moved.

With a movement of his hand, he inserted the Zhenwu Sword into the scabbard on his waist.

The next moment, he clasped his fists with both hands and bowed respectfully to the old man carrying the sword in front of him.

"I wanted to chop off senior's hair, but I didn't expect that senior would be injured. It's my fault that I was rude."

After speaking out, the old man Ling Xing was stunned and looked at the old man carrying the sword.

But he saw a small crack on the forehead of the old man carrying the sword.

A trace of bright red blood flowed out from the crack, and soon spread to the old man's cheek, which was extremely horrifying against the old man's cheek.

As for the hair, it was already flying all over the place in front of the old man carrying the sword.

"Haha, hahaha..."

After a long time, the old man Lingxing burst into laughter.

"I told you that this kid could win, but you still didn't believe it. It's better now. Not only was a lot of hair cut off, but also the scalp was broken. Hahaha, Jianyi, you lost."

The words came out, causing the heaven and earth to buzz. The body of the old man carrying the sword also shook slightly at this moment, as if he had reacted.

He raised his hand and wiped the scar on his forehead. The next moment, he looked at his hand. A bright red was flowing on the palm of his hand.

"I lost."

Without any more words, the old man spit out three words. The next moment he waved his palm and took out a green gourd and threw it directly to the old man Ling Xing.

"Hehe, then I'm welcome."

The old man Ling Xing took the gourd and put it away the next moment, showing a satisfied smile.

"Boy, you are very good."

Finally, the old man carrying the sword raised his head and looked at Fang Heng.

"It's just good."

Fang Heng said with a smile.