allendalepharm Chapter 53 Everyone depends on their ability
Chapter 53 Everyone depends on their ability
Ling Yuan looked at [Void] quietly, without any intention of chasing. [Void] also looked at Ling Yuan quietly. The two of them just stared at each other, without even the slightest wave of thought in their minds.
"Let's chat!" Ling Yuan spoke first. He hated the idea of staring at each other without communicating at all. "Don't just stare at each other like that. It feels weird."
"Do you think that if you become a running dog for the Holy Land, they will take you seriously?" [Void] did not reject Ling Yuan's proposal, but asked a question that puzzled Ling Yuan.
Ling Yuan shook his head and stared into [Void]'s eyes. He really wanted to know what [Void]'s purpose was in asking this.
“I don’t know what the sanctuary is, and I won’t work for anyone. Everything I do now is just to protect the beauty in my heart.
"In fact, I don't have the ability, nor the awareness to claim to be righteous. I just want to protect everything around me and their lives.
"As for the fact that you will really lose, and die if you lose, who cares? As long as the guardian exists, there will always be people who stand up to you. Sometimes, you keep your life just to wait for the day when you will give it up. Isn't it?"
[Void] listened to Ling Yuan's words quietly, frowning slightly, then slowly relaxing. When Ling Yuan said that he would not work for anyone, [Void] knew that he could not win him over, and they would only be enemies because their goals conflicted.
Ling Yuan looked at [Void] quietly. For the first time, he deeply felt like a villain. He talked to the other party for a long time but could not change the result of killing the other party.
"Let's start the fight! Since we each have different goals, let's just fight with our own abilities!"
After pondering for a long time, [Void] stared into Ling Yuan's eyes and invited him to a duel again. This time, he looked at Ling Yuan with a hint of respect in his eyes. At any time, the enemy who was full of protection in his heart was the most respectable.
Because, those who protect everything around them are pure and powerful and cannot be defiled.
At least, that's what [Void] thinks.
Ling Yuan nodded. He could see the changes in [Void]. A respectable opponent would not use despicable means to fight. He would use all means but never use sneak attacks or the like to fight, as if it was just a competition.
Ling Yuan put away the Black Abyss White Flower, and the space around him fluctuated slightly, and a golden hilt popped out. Ling Yuan stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt, and pulled out a golden sword from the space. It was a sword that was completely different from the previous Heavenly Fire Holy Judge.
Pseudo-Nirvana Sword, Surtur!
Looking at this big sword, a touch of reminiscence emerged in Ling Yuan's eyes. After Ji Zi died in the imaginary space, the broken Divine Meteorite Sword was buried by Ling Yuan.
Ji Zi's will turned into the Fire Sword, accompanying the stupid Kiana, but she didn't leave anything for Ling Yuan. Maybe she left something, but Ling Yuan's memory of the collapsed world has not been recovered, and even if he recalls it, he can't find it.
[Void] quietly watched Ling Yuan stroke the sword without making a sound to interrupt him. The look of reminiscence in Ling Yuan's eyes as he looked at the sword made [Void] understand that the original owner of the sword must have been someone Ling Yuan wanted to protect, but it must have become a regret in the end.
Ling Yuan's eyes gradually became resolute, and with a loud shout, he appeared in front of [Void] in a flash, and chopped down with the Nirvana Flame Sword. [Void] frowned slightly, and the Nirvana Flame Sword and Ling Yuan's indomitable aura made him a little nervous.
[Void] subconsciously slapped the Nirvana Flame Sword with his palm, intending to knock it away. Ling Yuan also knew [Void]'s plan. Once the Nirvana Flame Sword was knocked away, [Void]'s counterattack would definitely be very fast.
But Ling Yuan was not panicked at all. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, but the degree of the rise was almost imperceptible.
In a place that [Void] didn't notice, the feather dust on Ling Yuan's waist disappeared at some point and turned into a red feather.
At the moment when [Void]'s palm touched the Nirvana Flame Sword, the Nirvana Flame Sword in front of him shook and turned into a point of light and dissipated. The next moment, the real Nirvana Flame Sword was less than two fingers away from [Void]'s head.
[Void] narrowed his eyes and subconsciously tilted his head. The Nirvana Sword slashed fiercely on his shoulder, leaving a long wound from his shoulder to his abdomen. [Void] looked at the wound in disbelief, blood and black air continued to flow out of the wound.
Twice, Ling Yuan's two inexplicable attacks made [Void]'s brain spin wildly. Although he didn't understand how Ling Yuan did it, he wanted to find a way to break the impasse as quickly as possible.
When he was in the Heaven Realm before, the spatial law of [Void] could not be said to be invincible, but almost no one with the same cultivation level could be his opponent. And at this moment, Ling Yuan, whose cultivation level was far inferior to his, injured him twice in unimaginable ways.
"Its full name, the key to consciousness - Yu Duchen!"
[Void] remembered what Ling Yuan had said before, and after repeating it twice in his mind, his eyes suddenly widened. He knew people who mastered the laws of consciousness, but it was the first time he had seen a divine weapon that could control consciousness and even affect his divine weapon.
Even the Guzheng of the Lord God of the Holy Land can only do mental control. Controlling the consciousness of living beings makes Him feel numb.
"Have you finally reacted?" Ling Yuan narrowed his eyes and watched [Void]'s eyes change from confusion to doubt, then to sudden enlightenment, and finally to shock. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, "You are not too stupid. Although you have reacted, what solutions do you have?"
[Void] looked at Ling Yuan's smile, his face looked a little ugly, and he finally realized that he had underestimated the enemy. Now thinking back, his understanding of Ling Yuan was limited to the battle with Fraser ten thousand years ago. In that battle, Ling Yuan didn't even use much power of the artifact called Yu Duchen.
Thinking about it now, Ling Yuan at that time was fully capable of killing him, and Yu Duchen alone was enough to make him run around in circles.
However, Ling Yuan was determined to die, so he sealed Him at the cost of his own life.
Ling Yuan didn't want to waste time with [Void] any more. The golden flames on the Nirvana Sword ignited, and he slashed at [Void] through the air. Seeing the familiar situation, [Void] flashed, disappeared from the spot, and quickly retreated.
However, he guessed wrong again. Ling Yuan swung his sword and a golden sword energy as tall as a person appeared. This golden flame seemed to be able to burn space. The sword energy was in front of him almost instantly. He wanted to wave his hand to shatter the space where the sword energy was, but he suddenly found that the sword energy and the surrounding space were so hot that his hand was burned before it even touched the sword energy.
Even the blood flowing from the wound on his chest evaporated rapidly under the scorching heat. [Void] frowned, and retreated violently again. At the same time, he waved his other hand to block the space in front of him, preventing the sword energy from advancing any further.
[Void] had just stabilized his body when a burning breath attacked him from behind. Ling Yuan had appeared behind him at some point. If he took another half step back, he would most likely be stabbed by the Pseudo-Nirvana Sword in Ling Yuan's hand.
[Void] was about to wave his hand again, letting the space behind him eject him away from Ling Yuan, when he suddenly realized that his hand had not waved. [Void] was startled, and looked down at his left hand, only to find that his left hand and left arm had disappeared without a drop of blood left.
Turning to look at Ling Yuan, a piece of two-dimensional foil was floating in Ling Yuan's hand, and on the two-dimensional foil was a "portrait" that looked like a dismembered arm.