“Huh…”
Li Mo held Yi Xiao, lightening his breathing.
Xie Xuan had just sparred with Bing Tuozi, appearing not to have much counterattack strength, but this did not mean that Xie Xuan was weak.
It was just that Bing Tuozi’s martial arts proficiency was so high that even Qin Yuzhi, who was at the seventh realm of Palm Mystic, found it difficult to compete fairly.
Of course, he had already observed Xie Xuan’s fighting style; otherwise, whether he could last ten moves would be uncertain.
“Alright, then I will…”
Xie Xuan took a deep breath.
“Hold on!”
Li Mo suddenly raised his hand.
“What’s wrong?” Xie Xuan’s momentum paused.
“We should set some rules for our sparring match.”
“If you can hold my first attack, consider it a win.”
Xie Xuan thought for a moment. The opponent was the fourth level of Qianlong Conference, God Hammer Little Overlord. Although he was holding a sword now, he couldn’t be underestimated.
“Fine!”
Li Mo nodded and sighed.
Unfortunately, this was a formal exchange; he couldn’t use the ultimate techniques from Fighting King…
Xie Xuan exhaled deeply and re-concentrated his sword intent, slightly lowering the tip of his sword to point at his opponent.
He lifted his sword…
“Hold on!”
“Cough cough…”
Xie Xuan stumbled, his face turning red, nearly losing his breath. He was truly a bit annoyed:
“What now?”
“Um, sorry, I have another question.”
Li Mo smiled apologetically. He really wasn’t trying to be difficult:
“If I can’t block your ten attacks, I can’t enter Bu Yun Lou, but what if I do block them? Am I just allowed in? Bu Yun Lou isn’t yours, is this prize a bit unfair?”
“…”
Xie Xuan was taken aback. He realized there was some logic to it.
Entering Bu Yun Lou was their due right, and he was blocking the way. Even if he blocked ten attacks, he would merely be returning something that was originally his own.
“So what do we do?”
“We decide the winner, and no more sparring with her.”
Li Mo pointed at Little Jiang.
Hearing this, Xie Xuan fell silent for a moment before nodding and saying grumpily:
“Alright, do you have any other questions?”
“No.”
“I’m also entrusted by someone else, I can’t let her stay in the Imperial Capital. Come, take the sword!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Xuan’s aura surged. Clearly, he was no longer as casual as before.
His eyes shone brightly, full of spirit.
The seemingly ordinary long sword was slowly drawn out, with no deviation in his movements, and the speed was consistent.
It seemed he had repeated this action countless times. A single sword draw was like a calm before a storm.
Li Mo narrowed his eyes, sensing a familiar presence.
Skill nearing the Dao.
A simple sword draw seemed to eliminate all gaps between different sword techniques, achieving a harmonious state.
Of course, this was only the essence. True skill nearing the Dao was still far away.
In the next instant, Xie Xuan moved.
Still using the Chess Sword Technique, the moves appeared steady and solid, yet subtly contained many changes.
It was as if you just figured out how to counter this sword move, but immediately found that the sword had changed again, forcing you to completely overturn your previous thoughts, leaving you frustrated and wanting to vomit bl**d.
“Xie Xuan truly is a sword maniac…”
Elder Zeng sighed deeply, his gaze complex.
The appearance of the Chess Sword Technique signified that the Heavenly Mountain Sword Manor would replace the Hengyun Sword City.
Throughout history, the powerful Hengyun Sword City had tried every means to break this sword technique.
Not only him, but there were many sword masters in the Imperial Capital, who were proud to carry swords. Moreover, during events like the Qianlong Conference, and with experts and strong hands from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, it was even more so.
“After being suppressed by Cold Fairy’s sword technique, Xie Xuan actually gained new insights, advancing further.”
“No wonder he has been steadfastly known as Old Master Xie for so many years.”
“If not, he wouldn’t have received the recognition of the ancestral sword of the Heavenly Mountain’s founder.”
…
At the end of the crowd, a soft sedan chair carried by eight people passed by. The chair, which was suspended in the air, was adorned with vibrant flowers that bloomed in the wind, even attracting butterflies to land.
…
Dead wood can revive in spring?
Perhaps everyone would find it natural just by seeing the graceful figure behind the curtain.
She wore brocade robes, with a slender neck and a fine waist, yet there was an evil yet expanding aura…
If Li Mo saw this, he would be startled, as her beauty surpassed even that of his beautiful master…
“Wife, there’s someone sparring with swords in front of Bu Yun Lou.”
The maid looked curiously and then laughed:
“It seems to be that poor and foolish sword fool.”
Why did the maid recognize Xie Xuan at first glance?
Because to get close to his wife, the young master of the Heavenly Mountain Sword Manor disguised himself as a servant at Wind Moon Small Residence.
He didn’t retaliate when hit or insulted, enduring for half a year.
“Fighting among martial artists is nothing special, let’s watch.”
The charming woman showed no interest.
“Oh…”
The soft sedan chair moved again, but halfway through, she heard people discussing.
“The stakes for the wife’s soul contest seem to be in jeopardy this time.”
“Hold on.”
She suddenly stopped the sedan chair.
…
Before one could blink, the unpredictable sword light pointed at Li Mo’s chest, getting closer and closer.
Li Mo lightened his breathing, circulating the general principles of Dugu Nine Swords in his heart, and enlightenment about breaking sword intent rose, making every sword trajectory appear as dark lines.
Since he couldn’t dodge, there was no need to dodge.
Force him to defend!
Whoosh!
Yi Xiao neither dodged nor avoided, but instead drew a strange trajectory from bottom to top.
The unpredictable sword light stabilized, then abruptly changed again, like breaking through a wave, with deeper currents hidden beneath.
Chess Sword Technique, one move plans ten, hundred moves.
Li Mo remained calm, Yi Xiao leaped along the dark currents in the opponent’s sword light, like a big fish riding the waves.
One side’s sword moves layered up, seemingly setting invisible traps, making it unclear whether they were flaws or pitfalls, with hidden dangers everywhere.
One side seemed casual, but actually simplified the complex, pointing directly at the opponent’s weakness.
Will the fish d*e in the net, or will it break free and return to the vast sea?
Now it seemed to be the former.
“Little Dugu Nine Swords is still not enough to break Chess Sword Technique…”
Li Mo realized that although he seemed to constantly break the opponent’s sword moves, it forced the opponent to create an endless sword encirclement, tightening it more and more.
But just then.
Ding-dong—
A sound of a zither rang out, like music from beyond the heavens, lingering in the air.
Li Mo felt as if he was listening to celestial music, while Xie Xuan was stunned.
This momentary pause broke the net.
Clang—
Yi Xiao struck the back of the plain long sword.
Sword light vanished.
“Xie Xuan defended with his sword!”
“God Hammer Little Overlord won!”
“His sword technique is so outstanding, forcing Xie Xuan to defend with his sword, how powerful must his hammer be?”
“Outstanding sword technique means his hammer technique must be divine.”
“Exactly, there’s no such thing as a wrong nickname.”
“I know a little about Brother Li’s hammer technique, if you’ve seen him strike once in the South Border…”
Xie Xuan stood frozen, suddenly realizing something.
“…”
And Li Mo fell into deep thought, slowly forming a question mark.
d*mn, I’m clearly using a sword, and he hasn’t even taken out his hammer. How did his hammer technique become divine?
What a bunch of clever little devils, they really know how to read people!
Little Li’s stubbornness shattered.
Xie Xuan was lost in thought, his mind completely off the match.
There seemed to be no winner in this match.
