Flying Dust Chapter 70.2:
“You promised me that you would not use your sword on me ——-” Jun Wushuang’s expression could be described as gnashing of teeth / fumes to rage.”’
Mo Feichen placed his inner energy between his wrists and flicked his fingers away, “I promised you that I would not use my sword on you next time, and in the banquet hall I already wanted to use my sword on you, but I held back, does that count as ‘not using my sword on you next time’? Is this considered ‘not to use my sword on you next time’?”
Jun Wushuang raised his own chin and took a breath, “Why is it that He Yunfeng can, Lu Qingmo can, but only I can’t catch your eye (attention)?”
“I can’t believe you’ve made progress, knowing that you can’t catch my attention.” Mo Feichen shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the door, “Sect Master Jun, please.”
Jun Wushuang stopped where he was and did not move, Mo Feichen also maintained that please leave gesture. Suddenly, he leapt up, and his sword energy swung the room, sweeping down the papers in the books, straight towards Mo Feichen’s face.
Lu Qingmo pulled him away and attacked with his Dang Xiao sword.
Only a loud crash was heard and half of the wall collapsed.
Lu Qingmo and Jun Wushuang had already arrived in the courtyard, and in a flash, their swords flew horizontally, and the disciples who heard the sound ran to them.
When the Bound Heart (Shu Xin) Sword swept through, it would have killed them in a matter of moments, but fortunately, the Hustle Sword (Dang Xiao) blocked the Bound Heart Sword’s destructive power.
“What are you guys doing here—— leave!”
Those disciples heard Mo Feichen’s roar and retreated one after another.
Jun Wushuang and Lu Qingmo were fighting, unwilling to separate.
Mo Feichen was secretly surprised that Jun Wushuang’s strength was no longer below Liu Feiying’s, and he was only two years older than himself.
Two more walls have collapsed, if they keep fighting like this, the Xiu Shui Palace will be demolished. So Mo Feichen also responded to Lu Qingmo with his sword, he had practiced the first level of the Xiu Shui Xin Jing, his inner strength had grown, although the Xiu Shui Xin Jing was different from He Yun Feng’s martial arts, Mo Feichen was able to adapt according to the situation, and his sword energy had also changed from the original loose and impure to a more atmospheric one (magnanimous).
“Jun Wushuang! Here is Xiu Shui Palace!” Mo Feichen yelled at him.
Perhaps it was because Mo Feichen’s battle enraged Jun Wushuang even more, his sword aura was unbridled (run riot), and it did not take long for the surrounding buildings to be razed to the ground, except for Mo Feichen’s bedroom.
“Go away.” Lu Qingmo pushed him away from the battle, which made Mo Feichen a little surprised. Lu Qingmo is not a good fighter, but this time, he saw in his eyes that he will not stop until he wins.
With the stalemate (deadlock) between the two, Mo Feichen found that Jun Wushuang’s eyes suddenly turned deep purple, and his sword energy was as cold as the ice blade that suddenly emerged from the bottom of the sea, breaking through the surface of water and rushing into the air.
Lu Qingmo also tried his best to send out a sword that had the tendency to wipe out mountains and rivers.
The two swords collided, the oppressive sense of full air flowed to the face, Mo Feichen had to reach out and block his eyes, behind the ears came the crash sound —— it’s done (it’s finished), he has no place to sleep tonight.
Everything gradually calmed down, Lu Qingmo blandly looked at his opponent, poised to strike (wait for action after having accumulated power, energy etc),
Jun Wushuang’s eyes were still the same dark purple color that gave people the impression of bewitching magic, his hands were trembling and stiffened from the force he had exerted.
At this moment, Cheng Yuran and Chen Guanghan also rushed over when they heard the sound, “What the hell is going on here?!”
Mo Feichen stared at the two of them, he had no time to answer that question at the moment.
Jun Wushuang’s teeth began to gurgle, his hands violently clasped his own head and he began to roar or shout.
That loud shout was so deep that the rubble was shaken into mid-air and Cheng Yuran and the others had to cover their ears with their hands.
Mo Feichen stared blankly at what was happening in front of him, Jun Wu shuang’s demeanor was extremely painful, as if something was about to tamper out of his head. He scratched his hair and his fingers were about to crush his own head when he tried too hard.
“Jun Wushuang!” Mo Feichen withstood the roar and came to his side.
“Feichen —— don’t go over there!” Lu Qingmo wanted to stop him, but he had already placed his hands on both sides of Jun Wushuang’s head.
Mo Feichen’s true qi entered his meridians, only to realize that there were countless strands of powerful internal energy in his body that were scattered and in disarray, uncontrollable. Mo Feichen could only use his internal energy to wrap these chaotic flows and help them return to the sea of qi.
“Amitabha Buddha.” The Great Master Wu Liang came out of the uproar, “All living creatures is complex (no duplicate), physiognomy, expressions or behavior of many people (sentient beings), or lifetimes (funeral) ; they do not have the appearance of dharmalaksana (aspects of a thing) , nor do they have the appearance of non-dharma. Why is that? If all sentient beings take on the appearance of the Dharma, they are attached to me (follow the images of Buddha), either human beings, sentient beings, and lifetimes. If they take the Dharma phase, they are attached to the life of us. What is the reason for this? If you take the non-lawful aspect, you are the one who adheres to the life of my people. Therefore, you should not take the law, and you should not take illegal or unlawful ones…”
The sound of the Buddha’s sutra penetrated Jun Wushuang’s roar into his ears, and the scattered true qi gradually calmed down.
Jun Wushuang fell into Mo Feichen’s arms as if he had lost his strength (exhausted).
