The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Compared to Song Xuanyang's madness, Li Dao's cold and detached expression after killing someone was even more chilling.

Some of the martial artists in the crowd subconsciously took two steps back, swallowing their saliva.

The martial arts world was originally cruel. Many of them had come out to mingle with the martial arts world. It was only today that they finally realized how cruel the martial arts world was.

Originally, there were only seven people attacking Song Jingyang, but now, two of them had retreated.

Even though divine arts were good, he still had to be alive to practice it!

A Song Xuanyang was already very difficult to deal with and now a lunatic had appeared. A complete lunatic, who could guarantee that he wouldn't attack him? The lesson of Yin Changsheng was left there.

Song Xuanyang's expression turned extremely serious. He did not reveal such an expression when he was found by the hundreds of people earlier. He knew that these people were just a motley crowd.

But the young man in front of him was different. That ghost-like movement technique, that ruthless sword technique, and that calm and composed mind of his. All of these made Song Xuanyang feel a sense of danger.

"He's dead. Didn't you want to share the secret manual with me?"

Li Dao turned his head towards Song Xuanyang and revealed a row of neat rows of white teeth.

Li Dao's warm smile seemed so cold in Song Xuanyang's eyes.

"Sure, sure."

A steel brush instantly appeared in front of Li Dao.

But with the nine shadows of the spiral around his body and the two peerless movement techniques, how could Li Dao possibly be pierced?

"I've just used this move before. You're a fool to pick people's teeth. Have you not heard of it?"

Li Dao said as he dodged.

Song Xuanyang did not say anything as he called out to Li Dao with all his might.

Dots of cold stars appeared on the surface of the paper. The brush turned into multiple shadows as they struck at the vital points on Li Dao's body.

This Song Xuanyang was truly not simple. In such a short period of time, he had incorporated some of the sword techniques left behind by Li Taibai into his judge.

Unfortunately, he was just giving up on the basics. If he didn't practice the peerless sword art left behind by Li Taibai properly, he would definitely incorporate it into his second-rate judge work.

In fact, Li Dao had more or less guessed Song Xuanyang's situation. After all, he had been practicing this technique for ten to twenty years. If he were to suddenly switch to another sword technique, it would naturally be impossible for him to learn it in a short period of time.

Therefore, Song Xuanyang took the chance to incorporate some simple sword moves into the judge's pen. This way, his combat strength would greatly increase in a short period of time.

With his limited knowledge, Song Xuanyang did not understand that while moves were dead, people were alive. Even if he incorporated the sword technique left behind by Li Taibai into the judge's pen, it would only be a death trick.

The true essence of martial arts did not lie in how intricate and complicated the moves were, but rather in the conception of the moves.

This was also the reason why Wang Zhong Yang was able to suppress the Four Absolutes and take first place in the world. On the other hand, in their hands, the same sword technique was just a rigid pattern and they had not comprehended any of the sword concept at all.

The clashing sound of the long sword and the iron brush did not create any sparks because the long sword was too sharp.

If not for the huge gap between Li Dao and Song Xuanyang's inner force, the steel brush in Song Xuanyang's hands would have been cut apart long ago.

In the world of fierce battles, Li Dao was invincible with his sword, but in the world of wuxia, he could not do it. With the support of inner force, unless he was on par with his opponent's inner force, he would not be able to easily cut other people's weapons.

The two of them fought at a fast pace as they moved and jumped. Soon, Song Xuanyang realized that he was being suppressed. The opponent seemed to have fully understood his martial arts skills and every move he made was sealed.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Song Xuanyang did not have the time to pay attention to him as the other party's sword seemed to be alive and unstoppable. If it wasn't for the fact that his inner force was much higher than his, he would have been defeated a long time ago.

But how could he only defend? Sooner or later, he would not be able to defend against it. Judging from the other party's condition, the internal energy consumption was not that serious, so another two hours wouldn't be a problem. But could he withstand the sword for two hours?

The five martial artists who were originally hesitating also saw the situation between the two of them and someone immediately shouted, "Young hero, let us lend you a hand."