Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 867: Chapter 690: Dancing Wild Dragons Above Qingqiu, Savoring Blossoms Beneath the Orange Tree

”Ding Peng... has still been defeated.”

Jiang Dali sighed, his out-of-body spiritual essence returning as he murmured, ”I was also defeated!”

As soon as these words were spoken.

Everyone beside him was stunned.

They thought they had heard it wrong.

What did the Black Wind Village Chief say?

Ding Peng was defeated?

He was also defeated?

A group of Black Wind Village players were completely baffled, looking at their village chief in disbelief, not understanding how he could lose without even taking action, and to whom he had lost.

Moreover, on the Sword Peak just now, Ding Peng and Xie Xiaofeng had only waved a saber and a sword from a distance without their weapons even touching each other; how could anyone say who won or lost?

Among those present, only a very few people understood.

There were only two people who truly understood, aside from Jiang Dali.

One was the Fist Tao God beside Jiang Dali.

The other was Feng Qingyang, who had just entered the mountain villa.

Although the Fist Tao God was neither a swordsman nor a swordsman, the three thousand paths of the Dao ultimately lead to the same destination.

Having practiced the Fist Skill to the extreme, and being a strong expert at the Heavenly Human 8th Realm, he could naturally see the intricacies in the duel between Ding Peng and Xie Xiaofeng.

As for Feng Qingyang, although his power realm was slightly inferior, being a disciple of the Dugu Nine Swords, his understanding of swordsmanship and reaching the realm of forgetting the move after learning the move allowed him to see the result of Ding Peng and Xie Xiaofeng’s battle at a glance.

But whether it was the Fist Tao God or Feng Qingyang, both could only sigh with the same self-deprecation as Jiang Dali upon seeing the result.

However, neither of them underestimated themselves. In fact, regarding Jiang Dali’s lament, the Fist Tao God was not particularly concerned, saying, ”Why must you belittle yourself? Although this Third Young Master Xie is indeed approaching the Dao in swordsmanship, and has nearly touched the edge of returning to one, in a real fight, it’s difficult for him to be your opponent.”

He said this, but could not help adding in frustration in his heart.

”Even I am not your opponent. This Xie Xiaofeng is similar in realm to me. Although his swordsmanship is near the realm of the Dao, what use is the strongest skill against absolute power? In a real fight, even if I just hold my ground, I may not necessarily lose to him.”

The people around were even more confused by the words of the Fist Tao God.

No one could understand what the edge of returning to one meant.

However, they did derive the literal meaning of the Fist Tao God’s words.

That is to say, Xie Xiaofeng’s swordsmanship is highly superior, but once faced with the Black Wind Village Chief in life and death combat, he would not be the opponent.

So why did the Black Wind Village Chief say he was defeated just now?

The vast majority of the indigenous Martial World elders present could not understand, and some players were even more unable to comprehend the reason behind it.

Jiang Dali said flatly to the Fist Tao God, ”A poet must not speak of poetry, when encountering a swordsman, one must present one’s sword.

Since I came here today, it was to observe the battle as a swordsman and to discuss victory and defeat based on saber and sword.

And when discussing with saber and sword, compared to them, I am indeed a realm behind, so I was defeated.”

Jiang Dali slowly turned his head, looking at the Fist Tao God.

”Defeat is not scary. What is scary is lacking the courage to face defeat head-on and being unable to let go of past glory and choose to be realistically honest.

If a strong person wants to keep progressing, courage and honesty are indispensable.

Courage towards others, honesty towards oneself.”

Once when meeting Ding Peng at Sword Pass, Jiang Dali thought he could still contend with him in the saber dao.

Later, after understanding the Heavenly Reversing Divine Intent Saber, and comprehending compassion and ruthlessness, he believed he should have already surpassed Ding Peng, who was confined by the saber.

But seeing Ding Peng today, he had already entered the stage of using the saber, mastering it with a divine nature that controlled the demon nature, surpassing him by another level.

And Xie Xiaofeng, who had reached the Heavenly Sword level, faintly touching the level of One Sword Returns to One, was slightly stronger. This was undoubted, and Jiang Dali admitted it frankly.

The Fist Tao God snorted coldly with displeasure, ”So what? In my view, you are being pedantic. Even if they possess high swordsmanship and saber skills, so what? They are unable to do anything to you.”

Jiang Dali calmly smiled, ”You are not wrong, but if I were to face someone who matches me in all aspects and has such saber or sword skills, I would definitely be unable to withstand them, and so would you.

Therefore, this is the area where we need to improve.”

He said this while the Fist Tao God snorted disdainfully, evident in his disbelief that such a person exists.

But Jiang Dali was well aware that there really were such people in the Mixed Martial Arts World, and quite a few of them.

For instance, the Martial Arts Legend in Divine Martial Country, Wu Ming, the Sword Saint in Unrivaled City, the First Evil Emperor, the Second Saber Emperor, and the Third Pig Emperor, these top experts.

Or perhaps the Sword Master from Sword Casting City in Yuan Country, a mysterious figure who once created One Sword Separates Life...

These people surely also have an understanding of saber and sword that rivals or even surpasses Xie Xiaofeng and Ding Peng.

In the future, if confronted with these people, relying solely on the Golden Bell Unbreakable Body would at most be a defense; reaching a certain level of martial arts realm is necessary to constitute a powerful threat and deterrent to them.

After Jiang Dali finished speaking, he did not continue to converse with the Fist Tao God but addressed Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing beside him.

”I’ll go up and take a look. You two wait here!”

After speaking, Jiang Dali let out a long whistle that drowned out Wang Yuyan’s reminder to be careful, his voice like a dragon’s roar. He gathered his energy and leapt up, like a swimming dragon in the sky, darting upward along the cliff, continuously leaping with borrowed force.

Many Martial World people saw the Black Wind Village Chief display such perfect Qinggong, and not a few players and indigenous people with inferior Qinggong felt ashamed.

Who said the Black Wind Village Chief’s Qinggong wasn’t good?

Even Qinggong that wasn’t supposedly good was enough to leave a big gap ahead of many Qinggong experts in the Martial World, leaving them far behind.

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A dozen breaths later.

Jiang Dali easily leapt to the top of a sword peak.

Standing across the empty space were Ding Peng and Xie Xiaofeng.

Now, on the sword peak, it has become a tripartite standoff.

However, both Ding Peng and Xie Xiaofeng were recuperating, restoring their energy and Heavenly Person Power exhausted from the previous battle.

Seeing Jiang Dali coming up, Ding Peng, dressed in a black robe on the sword peak dozens of feet away, calmly said, ”You are late!”

”No, I came at just the right time.”

Jiang Dali chuckled, looking towards Xie Xiaofeng.

There he saw the legendary swordsman who had been famous in the Martial World thirty years ago, now appearing like a hermit who had retreated from the world.

He looked like the endless sunset behind him, full of fatigue and tranquility, as if he was about to fall into a peaceful slumber.

This exhaustion and calmness weren’t from the battle, but from within—a wanderer’s heart, empty and hollow.

He was the Divine Sword of Divine Sword Manor, Xie Xiaofeng.

He was also the carefree and useless A Ji.

He seemed to have transformed into his former opponent, the cold and merciless legendary swordsman Yan Shisan.

In the moment Jiang Dali looked into Xie Xiaofeng’s eyes, he seemed to see glimpses of three stages of a person’s life.

Finally regaining his senses, he saw only an old, fatigued man under the sunset.

But if observed closely, Xie Xiaofeng wasn’t really old.

His hair only had a few strands of white, matching his long beard, and his face had no wrinkles or age spots; his skin was still smooth and delicate.

His facial features were indeed handsome, reminiscent of the beautiful man Song Que whom Jiang Dali had once seen.

One was the Heavenly Sword!

One was the Heavenly Blade!

Both were such perfect individuals.

And the aged Xie Xiaofeng seemed, in mind and comprehension of the Heavenly Sword, to surpass the Heavenly Blade Song Que.

”What did you see?”

At this moment, Xie Xiaofeng suddenly spoke, his voice old and weary, but not desolate, as if he had gained something from the battle with Ding Peng.

Jiang Dali’s gaze flickered, looking at Xie Xiaofeng, ”Initially I saw three swords, but now I only see one; those three swords have become one. How did you achieve this?”

Xie Xiaofeng smiled at the corners of his eyes, ”Experience!”

”Experience?” Jiang Dali pondered, recalling the domineering sword of the past.

In Qingqiu, he danced wildly with the dragon.

Under the orange tree, he sniffed the fragrance of flowers.

He also recalled Wan Wan, whom he once nurtured from a blank slate.

That elfin girl, passionate and bold in love and hate, eventually became a sacrifice when he entered the Annihilation Dao and severed the seed of emotion with a blade.

Then came the new stage after a battle with Heavenly Dao Song Que, where the Dao was filled with emotion yet emotionless, emotionless yet filled with emotion.

Xie Xiaofeng spoke slowly, ”Swordsmanship is like life. What you have experienced, your path will lead you there. The more real and unforgettable the experience, the greater the emotion and power it gives you.

When these emotions and powers converge to form a final path, it becomes your final Dao. But when you walk this path, you might find yourself as I am, weary, harvesting not more joy, but regret...”

Jiang Dali stared at Xie Xiaofeng, ”If you feel regret, perhaps your Dao is on the wrong path. Otherwise, why would there be regret?”

Xie Xiaofeng laughed, ”No person is without fault, just like no swordsmanship is without weakness, and no person is without weakness. Life is the same, of course, there will be regrets.”

Jiang Dali furrowed his brow, nodding slightly, ”After the battle with Ding Peng, is there still regret?”

Xie Xiaofeng shook his head with a faint smile, ”Regret always exists; it won’t disappear because of new joy, only fade slightly, but it still remains. If it doesn’t exist, then life wouldn’t be complete, nor would swordsmanship.”

Jiang Dali was silent for a while, then nodded again, ”Xie Xiaofeng truly lives up to the name.”

Ding Peng’s voice came from the sword peak beside him, ”Were you so easily persuaded by him?”

Jiang Dali burst into laughter, his eyes gradually becoming pure and pitch black, entering an Extreme State, and said calmly, ”I came to inquire about the saber, and of course, I won’t rely solely on words.”

Xie Xiaofeng shook his head, ”Your saber is full of defiance and not yet mature enough. I cannot give you the answer because the price for that answer is too high.”

Jiang Dali’s eyelids drooped slightly, ”A hard-forced melon is not sweet, but as the village chief, I refuse to believe it. Since you know what answer I seek, you must give it to me today.”

”Once, I’ve encountered two calamities. It seems Ding Peng is not my third calamity, but you are.”

Xie Xiaofeng sighed softly, looking at the sunset sky, his momentum slowly rising, transitioning from the Heavenly Human 8th Realm to the 9th Realm.

Just now, after the fight with Ding Peng, his long-stalled Power Realm broke through from the Heavenly Human 8th Realm to the 9th Realm.

However, the improvement of a minor realm for a swordsman like him doesn’t significantly affect strength but rather stirs feng shui Qi fortune, bringing disaster.

He clearly knew what Jiang Dali came to inquire about the saber for.

It was the Fifteenth Life-taking Sword, which, like a venomous dragon, could turn on its master.

Only such a rebellious and desperate sword could lead the other to find a blade equally rebellious and full of the unknown.

But that sword was something Yan Shisan had taught him at the cost of his life...

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(Asking for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets! I wrote this Chapter from night to dawn with some insights that are hard to write. Asking for monthly tickets, I’m going to sleep and will add more in the afternoon)