usatvline Chapter 397 Year
Chapter 397 Year
Ding--
A white light flashed, swords and spears collided, and a war was about to break out.
And this battle lasted for a hundred years.
...
A hundred years later, Jiang Weiqiu looked at the long sword piercing his chest, his eyes revealed a look of relief, and his mouth curled up slightly.
"It seems that you have surpassed me in the way of fighting."
Blood was oozing from the corner of Lin Fuping's mouth. The spear pierced through her shoulder blade and blood was dripping. The green light was constantly healing and stopping the bleeding, but because of the presence of the spear, the wound remained that way.
"If it weren't for Master's teaching, Fu Ping wouldn't have won."
Lin Fuping didn't think he could beat the former number one in Shengrong at the age of less than two hundred, even if the battle between them was just a duel of swordsmanship and spearmanship, and even if neither of them used spiritual power.
On the contrary, Jiang Wei Qiu had been teaching Lin Fuping during the battle.
Tell her the weaknesses of each of her moves and how to improve them, when to change moves and how to change them, how to disconnect and connect these moves, and how to protect herself in various situations...
Under his guidance, swordsmanship was no longer rigid, but became extremely flexible.
The Falling Star Sword Technique was greatly changed, Tai Chi was also drastically changed, and a new body movement technique called Wandering Dragon was modified, a body movement technique that can be practiced to the point of transcending tribulation.
It can be said that Jiang Weiqiu considered everything he could think of and poured it into Lin Fuping. These were all his experiences of more than 30,000 years. These experiences were like a vast and boundless ocean, flowing endlessly into Lin Fuping's dry mind.
While Jiang Weiqiu was teaching Lin Fuping, the two of them were also looking for Jiang Weiqiu's weaknesses together. In the first ten years, Lin Fuping could not see any weaknesses, and it was all thanks to Jiang Weiqiu's post-battle review. In the sixteenth year, Lin Fuping found the first weakness on her own, and injured Jiang Weiqiu's gluteus maximus. In response, Lin Fuping received a blow of shame and anger from Jiang Weiqiu. Even though she had Si Wuxie and Wangyouqu, this blow still made her lie down for three hours.
In the following decades, Lin Fuping has been growing at a speed visible to the naked eye until today.
So, rather than saying that Lin Fuping defeated Jiang Weiqiu, it would be more accurate to say that they today have defeated the emperor of the past.
"Actually... when you hurt me for the first time, that... weakness was not something I expected."
puff--
Jiang Wei Qiu drew out his spear, stepped back a few steps, and sat on the throne. The spear made a sad sound, as if it also knew its master's choice.
A blood-colored vortex gradually formed on Jiang Weiqiu's chest, right where the Fanxing Sword had wounded him.
Jiang Wei Qiu lost, so he wanted to open the seal in his body and let Lin Fuping in to deal with the foul air that had been suppressed for tens of millions of years.
The spear left his body and Lin Fuping's wounds healed rapidly, but his face looked a little pale due to blood loss.
Lin Fuping smiled slightly
"I can guess it, because Master, you didn't mention that part in your review of that game."
"Hahaha!"
Jiang Weiqiu laughed
"Because in my life, I have never seen anyone like you, my disciple, who doesn't care about appearance and only wants to win."
Jiang Wei Qiu was born as a prince of the Tianqi Kingdom. All those who taught him, interacted with him, and competed with him were from noble families and aristocratic families.
The fight between them may not be magnificent or stunningly beautiful, but at least they don't stare at people's butts.
"That's because you don't have to do this, Master. Since you are capable of defeating all the heroes, why do you have to do this... such a bad thing like your disciple?"
Lin Fuping said that being able to keep fighting beautifully is also a kind of ability.
If it weren't for my master constantly teaching me moves, I would have been reincarnated countless times.
"Cough cough..."
Jiang Wei Qiu coughed twice, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, his hair turned white from the roots, and wrinkles appeared on his smooth jade-like skin.
And all this happened in just a moment.
Opening the seal meant that Jiang Weiqiu had given up suppressing the foul air. The foul air inside his body was no longer suppressed and was pouring out of the wound. If it was not stopped, the continent would face another catastrophe.
"That's good of you!"
Jiang Wei Qiu lowered his eyes. The decline of his body functions caused a dim light to appear in his eyes and his voice became hoarse.
"Now, all we want is to win and survive. We don't need to consider the means. We must win. We must win."
Lin Fuping bowed his head and knelt down
"We will win. We...will definitely win!"
Jiang Wei Qiu lowered his head, and now all he could see was the dark shadow in front of him.
"I, Jiang Weiqiu, will not let down Tianqi and Kunling in this life."
The head drooped limply, the spear broke into pieces and fell to the side of the throne. The blood-red vortex on the chest had already fully formed, and looking inside, one could only feel endless darkness.
"Disciple, I bid farewell to Master!"
Tears fell from Lin Fuping's eyes and then disappeared.
At this moment, Jueming also knelt in front of Jiang Weiqiu and kowtowed.
After three bows and nine kowtows, Lin Fuping and Jueming stood up.
"Abbot, let's go!"
The master is gone, but I have not finished what I need to do, and I cannot let him down.
Jueming's golden light was the same as when he first came in. After all, when Lin Fuping and Jiang Weiqiu were fighting, he was only responsible for standing behind Lin Fuping and watching the fight, observing Lin Fuping's shortcomings from a bystander's perspective.
Jueming nodded, took a step ahead of Lin Fuping, raised his hand and pressed towards the whirlpool, and was then sucked into Jiang Weiqiu's body.
Seeing this, Lin Fuping did the same.
...
Inside Jiang Weiqiu's body, there was darkness, and only behind Lin Fuping and the other person was a blood-red light gate, from where the foul air would go out. What Lin Fuping had to do was to destroy the foul air before it went out.
It was as dark as ink, as if tangible foul air was gathering here. Jueming chanted in a low voice, and golden light enveloped the two of them, blocking the bloody hole behind them.
bang bang bang --
It was the sound of armor colliding.
Lin Fuping looked up and saw the foul air dissipating to both sides. A giant nearly three meters tall walked out with a spear in his hand.
That face...is Jiang Weiqiu!
Master…
Lin Fuping looked at the face with which he had lived for more than a hundred years, and his eyes began to warm up again.
"Mr. Lin, he is not the Emperor."
Jueming gently reminded
Lin Fuping raised her head, trying not to let the tears fall.
"Abbot, I know. It... is just a monster that harmed my master."
Jueming said nothing. Lin Fuping moved forward with the sword in his hand, releasing the Forget-Sorrow Song, and the foul air within the range of the Forget-Sorrow Song dissipated.
"Abbot, I'll trouble you to guard the exit."
Sword to Giant
Master, everything you teach is for “it”!
With Jiang Weiqiu's continuous teaching for a hundred years and his weakness of self-destruction, Lin Fuping was only at a disadvantage in strength when facing the giant condensed by foul air. However, his own Forget-Me-Not Song was the nemesis of foul air, and with Si Wuxie's treatment, Lin Fuping and this giant monster began a sixty-year-long entanglement.
Sixty years later, the remaining foul air could no longer condense into a "Jiang Wei Qiu", and Jueming had also exhausted all his willpower in the past sixty years.
"Mr. Lin, I'll leave everything to you from now on."
Jueming disappeared with a smile, and from then on, only Lin Fuping was left in this space.