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Chapter 496: Battle in the Heart of the River (Added for book friend 160322003002867 5/5
Xiao Yu carefully sensed the vast aura on the other person, raised his eyebrows, and said: "You came from Shache Country more than 3,000 miles away, you must have used some means to squeeze your potential.

His aura was a little unstable at this moment, probably because his magic power had not yet recovered.

You are a gentleman. You drew your sword and struck me as soon as you saw me, and I didn't waste so much time talking.

I won't take advantage of you.

You sit aside and meditate for half an hour to recover. When your breath is stable, we will compete in swordsmanship fairly and impartially."

"No need, it only takes one sword to kill you." Zeng Wendao said lightly.

"Well, if you don't mind, I don't mind either."

Xiao Yu picked up his sword and pointed at the surging river ahead. "It's not easy for the common people to set up stalls in the middle of the night. Let's go to the river and fight so as not to affect their livelihoods."

After saying this, she shook her right arm, and a ten-liang silver ingot rolled out from her sleeve and fell between the plates.

"Swoosh!" She jumped up lightly, landed on the water, stepped lightly, and her figure shot towards the center of the river like a sharp arrow.

"Fairy Yu's lightness skills are so amazing that she has reached the level of stepping on the waves without leaving any trace." A guard on the boat exclaimed with emotion.

"Treading on the waves without leaving any trace is nothing, look at Master Zeng."

The great immortal Feng Xu rode the wind, with his hands behind his back. Without taking a step, his body was like a feather in the wind, floating across the river with an elegant posture as if a banished immortal had descended. Well, he was a real immortal, not a banished immortal, and certainly not one that "looked like" a banished immortal.

"Master Zeng is a true immortal, so it's normal for him to be able to fly. I'm only talking about his lightness skills now." The previous guard insisted.

"Should we go over there? The battle between sword immortals only happens once in a thousand years. It would be a pity to miss it."

"The battle between sword immortals is so terrifying. If you get too close, you will be injured by the sword energy, cut in two by one sword, and die. What should you do?"

The two ordinary guards were still struggling and worried, but the "True Yuan Realm boss" could communicate with the heaven and earth, and even if he couldn't "walk on the waves", he could still "cross the river on a reed."

They had quietly taken a few pieces of wood and chased after them from a distance.

Ghosts and gods can fly, and they floated high in the sky without hesitation to overlook the battle.

After arriving at the center of the river, the sword shadow in Zeng Daxian's pupils became more ethereal and uncertain, and the sword energy almost burst out.

He was about to make a move the next moment.

But Yu Fengxian, who was standing on the crest of the wave, rising and falling with the waves, suddenly raised the Qiao Shi sword in her right hand and said, "This sword is called 'Qiao Shi', it is two feet and eight inches long and weighs twelve pounds and three ounces. It was originally made of earthly black iron, and later it was nurtured by the warm energy of the Pure Yang Sword Qi, and with the help of the souls of the two righteous men Qiao and Shi, it helped me a lot in slaying demons and gods along the way."

If Zeng Daxian has read Gu Long's novels, he would probably know how to answer.

But he is not a time traveler.

There have been many wars in the past hundred years, and no one has ever done this.

He was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Yu Fengxian, stop talking nonsense. If you don't make a move, you won't have a chance."

Xiao Yu laughed loudly and said, "Master Zeng, you are not a reckless man who only practices martial arts and does not study.

I heard that before Guan Chenghuang helped you to "open your mind", you were a Confucian scholar in Heyang County. How could you not understand the etiquette of a superior swordsman?"

"I have been in Shangbang for decades and have seen more sword immortals than human immortals you have met, but I have never heard of the etiquette of swordsmen." Zeng Wendao said indifferently.

Xiao Yu asked, "Don't swordsmen introduce themselves to each other before a duel?"

She has not been to Daqin yet, but she knows that Daqin at this time must have the "Swordsman Ceremony".

Because she read "The Records of Xiang Yu" in high school in her previous life, and there was a plot that left a deep impression on her: Xiang Yu was not good at anything, not even sword.

But Xiang Yu was obviously extremely powerful, how could he not be good at swordsmanship?

At that time, the Chinese teacher told them that Xiang Yu learned not only the art of hacking and killing, but also the aristocratic etiquette in swordsmanship.

"Do you and I need to introduce each other?" Zeng asked.

Xiao Yu said: "You and I do know each other, but the introduction is incomplete!

For swordsmen like us, the sword in our hands is our best friend and a part of ourselves.

You only introduce yourself, not the sword you wear.

It's like a distinguished guest coming to your door, and when you come out to meet him, you hide half of your body behind the door.

What kind of words are these? "

Zeng Wendao was stunned and couldn't refute for a moment.

"Don't talk nonsense about etiquette! You just can't figure out my ways. You see that my sword energy is sharp, but no flying sword is revealed, so you want me to help you solve the problem." He sneered.

He admitted that what she said made some sense, but he was not stupid, so how could he not understand her true meaning?

Xiao Yu asked, "Are you familiar with my ways?"

“Before coming to see you, I not only asked the ghosts and gods for details, but also went to Jixiang Street to observe the sword marks you left, and carefully savored the remaining sword intent.

If you don't have any other strange tricks or magical powers, I will be able to kill you with my sword within three moves." Zeng Wendao said calmly.

Xiaoyu looked gloomy.

He is obviously a native, and a True Immortal with stronger strength and higher realm. How can he be more cautious than her?

Being too cautious can seem a bit vulgar.

"Is this the demeanor of a true immortal?" she said sarcastically.

Zeng Wendao sighed and said, "Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be in danger in a hundred battles. This also applies to us sword immortals.

Try to understand your enemy and hide yourself.

Before the enemy uses his ultimate move, use your own ultimate move to kill the opponent. This is a battle strategy that everyone knows."

"Clang~~" Qiao Shi's sword was unsheathed, and from a distance of seven or eight feet, the "Quicksand Sword Qi" raised a ten-foot-high wave of water and rushed towards Zeng Wendao.

"Puff——" A ray of silver light penetrated the waves and shot directly into Xiaoyu's eyebrows.

The distance was seven or eight feet, and he reached her almost instantly.

Even if she was prepared, she could only raise the Qiao Shi sword and hold it in front of her face.

"Ding~~" The silver light actually left a small hole on the Qiao Shi sword and continued to shoot towards her forehead.

After passing through the Qiao Shi sword, its speed slowed down and Xiao Yu finally saw its appearance clearly.

It's just a needle, thinner than an embroidery needle.

“Qiang Qiang Qiang~~~”

The sword bone magical power was activated, and each sword bone made a sound like a sword being unsheathed. At this time, each bone was a sword.

She herself is a "human-shaped giant sword" made up of hundreds of spiritual swords.

Hundreds of sword intents were added to the sword bone, and the pure yang sword energy chopped towards the "embroidery needle".

Although the embroidery needle is tiny, Xiaoyu is a sword, and has extremely fine control over the sword energy, and can even create a three-foot-long sword energy as thin as an embroidery needle. "Dang~~" A loud sound of swords colliding came from the middle of the river, and people on both sides could hear it clearly.

And this was just Xiaoyu using all his strength to chop away the first "needle sword" that was shot at him.

Silently, the second "needle sword" came to her.

She swung the Qiao Shi sword and chopped in the right direction, but the speed was too slow.

The needle sword had passed the attack range of the sword blade and came to her forehead again.

"Dang~~" Another loud noise, the "human sword" and the needle sword collided with each other.

This time it was more than just a collision of sword energy.

The needle sword looks small, but it is quite heavy, weighing dozens of kilograms, and the sword energy it carries is extremely terrifying.

After offsetting the sword energy released by Xiaoyu's "human sword", the needle sword still retained 70% of its power.

Seventy percent of the sword energy plus the needle sword itself directly pierced Xiaoyu's cheek - she tilted her head slightly and avoided the vital point between her eyebrows.

The collision occurred between the cheek bone and the needle sword.

The cheek bone at this point is more than just a xiphoid bone.

It is also part of the "human-shaped giant sword", and most of the force of the collision is borne by the "human-shaped giant sword".

Therefore, the cheek bone only had cracks, but was not broken.

Xiaoyu's face is so hard!
"Puchi~~" The tip of the needle sword created a series of "sparks" on the surface of her cheek bone, leaving a thin and deep mark, penetrating the flesh and flying out from the back of her head.

There was a deep scratch on his face and blood was splattered.

But before Xiaoyu could catch her breath, the needle sword that had been knocked away earlier came back.

Its force was unstoppable and stronger than the first sword, and the sword energy changed from a straight stab to a spiral energy.

If the spiral energy were to explode in Xiaoyu's body—"Bang!"

This time, the Qiao Shi sword finally hit the needle sword.

There is no doubt that the spiral energy is more lethal, but it brings up more airflow and a more obvious trajectory, which is captured by Xiaoyu's spiritual eye.

"Boom!" Xiaoyu was blown away seven or eight feet by the huge force of the collision and fell heavily into the river.

Her wrist ached and the sword was wailing.

There was a crack the size of a soybean on the blade.

Zeng Wendao really didn't brag.

If Xiaoyu didn't have any secret techniques or magical powers, she would be killed in just three moves.

现在
Zeng Wendao was suspended in the air four or five feet above the river surface. His eyes flashed silver light as he glanced around at the river below. He did not send out the fourth sword for a long time.

He couldn't find Yu Fengxian.

Her figure and her breath seemed to melt directly into the river water.

If you can't find someone, no matter how powerful your flying sword is, it will -

Suddenly, he saw Yu Fengxian again. She was swimming quickly in the water twenty feet away.

"Swoosh~~~~" The little swordfish swimming in his right eye shot out again.

This time the needle sword was no longer a silver line, but a streak of sword energy that was ten feet long and as wide as a palm.

"Boom!" The surface of the river was cut open a hundred feet long and more than thirty feet deep, almost touching the river bottom.

"Ah~~~" The people on the shore finally saw the sword energy like a rainbow and the raging waves.

Zeng asked with a frown on his face.

The extremely sharp sword struck empty air.

His flying sword was not slow, but the sword energy would inevitably be slightly blocked when it entered the water, and would not be as fast as in the air.

But Yu Fengxian was even faster.

His flying sword was slow, and she swam faster, so they missed each other.

"Boom!" The surface of the river beneath Zeng Wendao exploded, and Yu Fengxian rushed out on the waves, like a sharp sword. The sharp sword energy made the hem of his Taoist robe fly "whoosh".

Zeng Wendao sneered as he flew sideways quickly. The "Little Fish Sword" in his pupil flew out again, turning into a silver line and piercing Yu Fengxian's brow.

The needle sword was faster and arrived first, successfully piercing Yu Fengxian's forehead.

"Pop~~" the feather phoenix fairy burst like bubbles.

Zeng Wendao just raised his eyebrows, feeling suspicious but not too shocked.

He had inquired before and knew that Yu Fengxian was good at using lamps to create phantoms of light.

Now we have only encountered an illusion of light. Next time, we just need to carefully observe the breath of "Yu Fengxian".

There was no way he could be deceived a second time.

Just as I thought this, a bunch of fireworks shot out from the water several feet away, rushed up ten feet into the sky, and suddenly exploded, "Bang~~"

The fireworks were brilliant, lighting up nearly half of the river surface.

At this time, when the "Yu Fengxian" emerged from the water, it brought up a lot of water splashes and just flew to the highest point, ready to fall.

It was as if time had stopped. Crystal clear water droplets were suspended in the air, surrounding Zeng Wendao. Each droplet shone brightly, like a 100-watt light bulb. The bright lights connected into one, like a dream, dazzling the eyes.

Such a beautiful scene made Zeng Wendao feel the crisis of death for the first time tonight.

The next moment, a "Feather Phoenix Fairy" flew out of each "water drop light bulb".

He was surrounded by "Yu Fengxian".

“Puff, puff, puff~~~”

The needle sword was as fast as a ray of light, piercing the Feather Phoenix Fairies one by one.

The flying sword in his pupil gathers yang during the day and yin at night. During the day, he looks directly at the sun to collect the sun's essence, and at night he looks up at the moon to collect the moon's essence. With the combination of yin and yang, he refines the two rays of light from the moon and the sun into a flying sword.

Therefore, the light that could dazzle other people's eyes could not affect Zeng Wendao's vision at all.

However, all the pierced Yu Fengxian turned into tiny sparks of fire, and he was always shrouded in the illusion of light.

Zeng Wendao's face was solemn. He finally brought his hands, which had been behind his back, to his chest, ready to make sword gestures and release his ultimate move.

But a wisp of sword energy had already reached his head, so close that it made his scalp numb and his hair stand on end.

(End of this chapter)