Chapter 54 Broken Heart

Two streams of air, two beams of light, collided in an instant. Daybreak and Midnight flew from my palms towards the horizon.

I, however, advanced towards Zhi Nan's sword energy.

Although most of the opponent's sword energy had been offset by my dual blades, the remaining force was still enough to pierce metal and shatter stone.

I advanced less than two meters, and my body was already cut open by more than a dozen wounds, my clothes stained with blood.

"Blade broken, clothes torn, heart cold." I roared, striking again. This time, I didn't use my blades, because my hands had become my blades.

The hand-blade was the second realm of a swordsman. Using hands as blades was the limit for mortal swordsmen. It was said that those who broke through this limit could slay immortals with their blades. While I had reached Transformation, my hand-blade wasn't even considered minor success. Being able to use one move was probably my limit, and perhaps that move would cost me broken tendons and fractured bones to defeat the enemy.

If it wasn't absolutely necessary, I really didn't want to use this move, but now it was my only chance to get close to Zhi Nan.

As I rushed towards my opponent with my hands like blades, Zhi Nan softly exclaimed, "Intent!"

"Broken Heart Intent!"

Zhi Nan said two sentences in a row, and my heart sank.

Zhi Nan wasn't afraid of the intent on my blade!

Every move in this set of blade techniques I used contained the intent of a martial artist. Especially the transition between these two moves, from a heart burning with passion to a heart as cold as ashes, happened in just a second.

It was like rapidly cooling steel that had been burned through, even covering it with a layer of frost, in just one second. The sudden change from hot to cold would make even the most refined steel extremely fragile, collapsing at a single touch.

If it were an ordinary person, their mind would have collapsed under the intent, but Zhi Nan had no reaction, which could only mean that he had experienced ups and downs that ordinary people couldn't imagine, even great joy and great sorrow.

Blade intent was the essence of this set of blade techniques. If the blade intent was useless, how could I slay demons and slaughter gods?

In the next moment, I was sent flying into the air by the oncoming sword energy, flying several meters before crashing to the ground.

Zhi Nan didn't kill me?

It wasn't that Zhi Nan didn't want to kill me, but Ye Yang appeared between me and Zhi Nan in time, blocking most of the sword energy for me.

When I looked up, half of Ye Yang's body was already stained red with blood, but he stood motionless opposite Zhi Nan.

I saw Ye Yang make a gesture behind his back. Zhi Nan on the opposite side raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to compete with me in mind-sword? Interesting!"

"No..." Before I could shout, Ye Yang and Zhi Nan lowered their hands at the same time.

They were clashing with mind-swords?

A swordsman's mind-sword duel was more dangerous than drawing swords and fighting each other.

That kind of collision of minds could easily turn someone into a living corpse if they weren't careful, so swordsmen would rather draw their swords and see blood than fight with mind-swords.

Ye Yang was dragging Zhi Nan into a mind-sword duel to create an opportunity for me to escape!

"You bastard! Hold on!" I cursed Ye Yang hoarsely, desperately crawling towards my backpack. There were my magical artifacts in there. As long as I touched the backpack, I could use white wax to set up a formation, forcibly extract my soul, and rush into Ye Yang's consciousness to help him fight the ghosts and gods.

That backpack was only a dozen meters away from me, but I was seriously injured, and it was too far away from me. Even if I broke my fingernails on the broken walls, I couldn't make myself faster:

"Ye Yang, you have to hold on. If you become a fool, I'll throw you on the street and let you beg for food."

"You bastard, are you stupid! Why are you fighting with mind-swords!"

As I crawled towards the backpack while cursing, Ye Yang's figure suddenly flew towards me.

"Ye Yang!" I struggled to turn around with the last bit of strength, holding my hands out flat and pushing them towards Ye Yang's back.

At that time, the internal force in my body had long been exhausted. If I didn't want Ye Yang to fall to his death, I could only use my hands to support him.

At that time, I didn't think too much. At worst, I would exchange my two hands for Ye Yang's life.

I didn't expect that Ye Yang brushed past my hand and fell to the ground, barely using his sword to support his body to stand up after rolling twice. "Again!"

"Are you crazy? If anyone's going, it's me. Get out of the way!" Just as I was crawling to grab the backpack, Zhi Nan said coldly, "Your mind-sword is not as good as mine, and his intent is not well-trained either. Even if you two join forces, you are no match for me."

"If possible, I really don't want to kill you. If you don't die, you will definitely be a rising star in swordsmanship. Ten years later, there will be another sword king in the martial world."

"If he doesn't die, after he has experienced the storms of the martial world and truly understands the intent in the blade, there will inevitably be another blade king among blade kings."

"Unfortunately, your fates end here."

Ye Yang unhurriedly took out a small sword only the length of a finger from his close-fitting pocket. "What about now?"

Zhi Nan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he stood there without saying anything.

Ye Yang said coldly, "If you want to see Gu Bei, you can leave! If you want to fight to the death, I can accompany you."

Before I could shout at Ye Yang, he suddenly turned around and sealed my acupoints from a distance. He held his long sword again and confronted the ghosts and gods.

Ye Yang, that beast, was risking his life for me!