Wushuang Wushuang Swordsman

Chapter 71 Spirit Sword
Stimulated by such saber techniques, Li Xuange poured his internal energy into the soft sword almost instantly, making the soft sword as hard as a rock.

He almost instinctively used his absolute sword: the sword-drawing style - chopping the wind!
As long as he used that kind of sword, Li Xuange was absolutely sure to cut his opponent before being cut.

Unfortunately, he can't use it.

Because he is doing something illegal now, not Li Xuange.

The chopping wind sword has become his trademark, as long as he uses it, it is tantamount to revealing his identity!

His body retreated like a falling leaf, and he drew out the soft sword in his hand, using the stick sword in Guanzhong swordsmanship!
With a loud clang, the Jue Dao was bounced aside, causing the stone slabs on the pier to crack and fly.

Zuo Ling laughed loudly, "It's useless to hide, no matter how fast a person escapes, it can't be as fast as Lord Yama's orders!"

The second knife continued to be swung, it was a simple sweep, if it was swept, it would be cut in half!
He said that he doesn't know how to use a knife, but only kills. This is indeed the purest and most direct method of killing!
You only need to kill, you don't need to defend. Once you kill the opponent, you don't have to worry about the opponent's counterattack.

Relying on the soft sword technique, Li Xuange swam to the side again, frowning slightly.

Faced with this kind of tactics, he felt that his Absolute Sword, which is strong against strong, was more effective, and he always thought of fighting back with a sword of chopping wind from time to time.

"Don't hide, don't hide, come again!"

The third knife, the fourth knife, the fifth knife...

Every cut is straightforward and joyful, but it can force Li Xuange to use all the sword skills of the Guanzhong Sword School to avoid being cut.

This move was recorded by one person in secret. While watching Li Xuange's swordsmanship movements, he made gestures behind his back with his fingers to forcefully memorize his swordsmanship.

He is the steward of Xie Zhen, the leader of the Guanzhong martial arts alliance. He came here by the master's order to test Li Xuange's sword skills, and then returned to Xie Zhen to create a way to break it.

Of course, if Li Xuange was beheaded by Zuo Ling here, it would save more effort.

During the battle, Li Xuange unknowingly retreated to the end of the pier, beside the Wei River.

Zuo Ling sneered and said, "If you retreat further, you will be ready to go down the river. Of course, you can jump down. I won't beat the dog in the water."

Although Li Xuange was at a disadvantage, he never gave up thinking about how to deal with such an offensive.

After fighting with dozens of knives just now, he clearly understood that a huge shortcoming of the Guanzhong Sword School is that it is good for fighting instead of fighting.

The soft sword itself is not conducive to defense, but only to attack. The advantage is that it is unpredictable.

But once the opponent ignores all the changes in the sword's momentum, only cuts the body, and can guarantee that one hit will wipe out all the offensive attacks of one's own side, then there is no restraint.

However, such a disadvantage is not without a solution, otherwise why would the ancestor of the Guanzhong Sword Sect create the realm of the Spirit Sword.

Only by comprehending the spirit sword can one hope to win.

Otherwise, he must be led to a dark alley, and beheaded quietly with a chopping wind sword, but for Li Xuange, who is obsessed with swordsmanship, such a victory is somewhat unwarranted.

You have to force yourself to find that sliver of inspiration between life and death!
Zuo Ling grinned and walked towards Li Xuange, Wei Maozhen shouted: "Don't care about the rules of the world, everyone will kill you with knives and chop them into mud!"

A group of Weishui Gang came to kill with their knives, Zuo Ling's eyes burst into fierce light, he held the end of the handle of the knife with one hand, turned his head and swept across, the belly of the five gang members was torn open, and the intestines flowed all over the ground.

Such a bloody scene immediately frightened everyone, and no one dared to bully him for a while.

Stimulated by the strong smell of blood, Zuo Ling's body spun around with the saber, and in an instant he directed the saber to cut obliquely towards Li Xuange who was standing at the end of the port!
The chill radiating from the blade, the murderous intent in Zuo Ling's smile, and the dead air pervading in the air all gathered together into one ball, stimulating Li Xuange's pores to open and his hairs to stand on end.

A feeling of electric shock rose from the tailbone to Baihui, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

From last night to this morning, all kinds of comprehensions about the final spirit sword realm of Guanzhong swordsmanship poured into Li Xuange's mind.

Those thoughts are all wrong, but they are not absolutely wrong. The entanglement of different thoughts seems to be connected into a thread, which penetrates into Li Xuange's mind.

But all of this is chaotic, still can't figure it out, just in the instinct of a swordsman, he grabbed that line!

The sword in his hand was raised, and the concept of a hard sword and a soft sword had dissipated from his mind. This sword was originally intended to allow the sword to connect with himself, generate a flexible consciousness, and entrust the decision of life and death to the sword!
If a swordsman dare not entrust his life and death to the sword, he is definitely not a pure swordsman.

At this moment, Li Xuange had a clear understanding in his heart, so his sword and heart merged into one!

He let his sword block the knife, and the sword less than two catties really stopped the knife that was enough to open a mountain!

He let his sword generate soft strength, swinging the knife, the nine-ring sword immediately seemed to be cutting in the waves, and the straight downward blade suddenly twisted and oscillated, thus deviating from the original trajectory.

He let his sword bend along the opponent's knife like a whip, and cut through Zuo Ling's throat.

The sword did not disappoint him, it twisted and bent in an incredible way, and swept out!

In an instant, the time passed like light, but the sword's posture had three changes: rigidity, softness, and toughness.

Li Xuange seemed to suddenly appear behind Zuo Ling, while Zuo Ling stared at Weishui in front of him, the blood gushing from his throat made him a little confused.

He didn't know why the Nine Rings Saber, which was supposed to cut Li Xuange diagonally in two, suddenly stagnated as if cutting on fine steel, twisted as if entering water, and finally lost control completely.

With only a glimpse of a silver light passing by the throat, the winner was determined.

He felt that this kind of swordsmanship was not at the same level as the swordsmanship that Li Xuange showed before, and it was far superior to his own killing skills.

Since there is such a sword technique, why not use it in the first place?
Zuo Ling was very at a loss about this point, he wanted to turn around and ask Li Xuange, but the massive blood loss, and the tearing of the vocal cords in his throat made him unable to make a sound, and he couldn't even raise his strength.

In the end, his body softened, and he fell into the turbulent Weishui, and was rushed out an unknown distance.

The housekeeper hiding in the dark saw the sharpness and sharpness of that move, his eyes were full of surprise.

He remembered the brilliance of that sword, but couldn't remember the agility of that sword, and finally shook his head, thoughtfully, and left in a hurry.

At least he memorized the essence of the dozen or so sword techniques that Li Xuange had used before, and with these essences, it was enough for the lord to create many cracking methods.

This mission is also considered complete.

As for Zuo Ling's death, the housekeeper didn't care at all. No one would like such an ambitious guy who wanted to become famous by killing people, and the leader didn't like it either, so he just used it.

Li Xuange shook off the blood on the sword, then leaned into the crook of his arm, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and returned the sword into the sheath with a bit of dignity.

Standing on the pier in that posture, with his back against the setting sun, he seemed to be lonely and lonely like snow in the world, and also seemed ethereal like a fairy, which made Wei Maozhen and others stunned for a while, and did not approach.

Li Xuange glanced at the system, it was just a fair duel without any doubts, and he rewarded six Xuangong points.

This is enough for him to perfect the third stage of the Five Poisons Red Flame Kungfu, the Lung Gold Stage.

Coupled with the spirit sword that he just comprehended, Li Xuange will have a breakthrough in both internal strength and swordsmanship, which gives him some confidence to test the strength of the leader Xie Zhen.

Of course, he will never let go of the opportunity of the Four Schools Grand Competition to obtain Xuangong points, and it is not far from the beginning.

(End of this chapter)