With a tap of his toes, a phantom shot out like an arrow released from the bowstring, avoiding Ye Ling’s strike.
Yet Ye Ling closely followed, his demon blade constantly unleashing attacks.
The phantom’s figure kept shifting positions to dodge Ye Ling’s fearsome blow.
However, in the end, he was still struck on the shoulder by the demon blade’s draw cut, and strands of fresh blood spurted out, sprinkling onto the ground.
"Good lad! You actually managed to injure me!" the phantom said, looking at the bloody wound on his shoulder with a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.
He couldn’t believe that this youngster had managed to wound him; it was simply incredible!
A smile slowly emerged on Ye Ling’s lips; with the addition of the blade’s will, he had managed to injure the phantom.
But it wasn’t enough! With his current power alone, it was still insufficient to kill the phantom!
"Kill!" Ye Ling roared, the demon blade in his hand suddenly making a spin, cleaving down!
A powerful intent of the blade surged wildly through the demon blade’s draw cut.
The terrifying pressure caused the surrounding vortex to instantly shatter.
The phantom’s face subtly changed; he hadn’t expected this guy to be so crazy.
He hurriedly mobilized all his power, his long spear meeting that terrifying slash head-on, as formidable forces burst forth incessantly.
The two figures fiercely battled in the air, while the horrific power exploded continuously, filling the void with dense smoky fumes.
And the fight between Ye Ling and the phantom grew increasingly intense.
"Haha! Not bad! Your swordsmanship is quite exquisite, it’s a pity though, you’re still one step short!" the phantom sneered, looking at Ye Ling.
"Oh? Short of what exactly?"
Ye Ling raised his eyebrows, a look of astonishment appearing on his face as he asked the phantom.
"Short of a bit of artistic conception!"
The phantom said coldly.
After hearing this, Ye Ling’s expression suddenly froze, and he fell into deep thought.
Seeing Ye Ling in such a state, the phantom didn’t speak further, just stood aside, silently watching Ye Ling.
Artistic conception! What the phantom referred to must be his own blade intent!
His blade intent had already reached the second level, which, if on the level of Imperial Paths, would certainly be a terrifying weapon.
But when Ye Ling broke through to the realm of Heaven and Man, this second-level blade intent seemed somewhat redundant!
Blade intent! Why blade intent?
That’s because the power of blade intent is not merely wielded with a weapon, but evolved from blade intent!
And the highest realm of blade intent is that derived from martial arts and blade intent!
Blade intent is evolved from the cultivator’s own will, which is why it possesses such fearsome lethality!
Therein lies a fundamental difference.
Blade intent is not just a sword; it is also a blade.
And the will of a swordsman could never be that of a sword, hence, a swordsman’s slaughter and the will of blade intent are fundamentally different.
The so-called will to slaughter is the most sincere emotion that flows from a cultivator’s heart.
In that instant, Ye Ling felt as though he was holding a blade in his own hands.
Invisibly, he even sensed that the blade in his hand could annihilate all things, even destroy the heavens!
A swordsman doesn’t only have one style, but many; there are numerous blade intents, and a swordsman is a blade, an ever-dominant blade of slaughter!
But what exactly is the will behind this blade?
Ye Ling furrowed his brows, lost in deep thought.
For some reason, he felt as if he had grasped something, yet he couldn’t articulate what it was. This contradictory state of mind was very strange!
Wait a minute! When did he start to comprehend the intent of the blade?
Was it not when he was trying to save Ye Jiu from dire straits?
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So, what was the original intention behind his comprehension of the blade’s intent?
Was it not to protect his brothers and loved ones from harm?
At that thought, Ye Ling suddenly opened his eyes, he had a realization. He had been struggling with this issue all along.
What was the original intention of his understanding the blade’s intent? It was not to become stronger, but to better protect those he cared about!
"So that’s why my blade intent hasn’t made a breakthrough for so long, because I missed the key issue here!"
"I had comprehended the intent of the blade but ignored the most fundamental existence of the blade’s intent! The power I seek is not one type, it’s a type belonging to me, a freely usable blade intent! This is my blade intent!" Your journey continues at Freewebnovel
Ye Ling muttered under his breath, his eyes sparkling brilliantly.
"Boom!"
Something inside him seemed to shatter, and a frigid momentum burst forth from Ye Ling’s body, causing the void around him to tremble violently.
Although Ye Ling had not reached a higher realm, his third-layer blade intent meant his strength had increased exponentially compared to before.
To put it bluntly, he could now effortlessly defeat his former self within no more than ten moves!
Feeling the tumultuous power inside him, Ye Ling’s lips curved into a beautiful arc, his gaze fixed upon the phantom, his pupils flickering with a subtle glow.
"Come, now witness my strength again!"
Whoosh! Ye Ling’s figure vanished mysteriously from the spot, the next moment, a cold light suddenly streaked across the sky, furiously assaulting the phantom.
"Child’s play!" The phantom snorted disdainfully as he swept his long spear out.
A terrifying spear light mixed with a piercing gale swept ferociously towards Ye Ling’s attack.
Colliding harshly with the cold light.
Clang!
A loud noise echoed as both the spear light and the cold light disintegrated instantaneously, and Ye Ling’s figure mysteriously disappeared from its spot, while the cold light fiercely smashed into the ground.
"Eh?" The phantom’s eyes suddenly narrowed, never expecting Ye Ling’s speed to be so swift that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Swish! Another figure silently appeared in front of the phantom, the demonic blade in his hand fiercely slashing towards the phantom’s head.
The phantom’s eyes sharply narrowed, his arm flicking slightly as the long spear ferociously blocked the demonic blade.
And just as the two weapons were about to collide.
The phantom’s pupils suddenly dilated, a look of horror crossing his face.
Bang bang!
Two terrible forces collided fiercely.
A dreadful power surged through the spear, wildly rushing into the phantom’s body, and that terrifying force made the phantom feel suffocated!
Spurt!
The phantom could no longer contain it, spewing blood from his mouth, staggering back several steps, his face filled with disbelief. How could this be possible?
After comprehending the third layer of blade intent, Ye Ling’s strength had skyrocketed in a stair-step fashion!