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Chapter 426 Defeat the Sword Master

Wushuang City has never lacked martial arts masters, so I wonder how many people are secretly paying attention to the competition between Ying Xun and the Sword Saint.

Sword Saint Dugu Jian was the leader of swordsmanship in the past. His Holy Spirit Swordsmanship was unrivaled in the world. He was only defeated by the legendary Wushu Master.

Now that he has been practicing in seclusion for many years, I am afraid that his sword skills are so high that they are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

But facing such an unrivaled swordsman, Ying Xun actually said that he could defeat the opponent within three moves. Everyone thought he was too arrogant.

There may be people in the world who can defeat the Sword Master, but it is impossible for them to defeat the Sword Master within three moves.

It is not good for a martial arts legend to be nameless, let alone a young man in his twenties.

The Sword Master has already thrust out his first sword, and the first move he made is his most powerful Holy Spirit Sword Technique - Sword One!

Although the sword style was only the first style of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, the people watching the battle felt that the sword light was as sharp and terrifying as lightning. Just the sharp sword energy that escaped was enough to make them feel terrified.

The onlookers were under such pressure, so Ying Xun, who was facing the sword head-on, was under even greater pressure. However, he remained calm throughout, as if the sword was nothing more than a breeze on his face.

Just as the sword energy was about to attack him and the sword light was about to arrive, Ying Xun did not move, but pointed out with one finger. The whistling energy surged out from his fingertips, turning into an exquisite and sharp sword energy, and met the Wushuang Sword.

Ding!
The fingertips collided with the sword tip, making a crisp sound.

The ground beneath the two men's feet froze for a moment, then shattered like a spider web. After a series of crackling sounds, broken tiles flew off with the two men as the center, shooting out in all directions with strong and sharp sword energy.

The walls on both sides of the long street were hit by the flying rubble and collapsed with a loud bang, smoke and dust flew everywhere, and screams were heard. It was the people who were watching the excitement and the disciples of Wushuang City who were caught in the disaster.

Seeing that Ying Xun had blocked his sword moves with just one finger, a hint of surprise flashed across the Sword Saint's eyes.

Afterwards, his eyes lit up, like a divine sword being unsheathed, and the unparalleled sword in his hand was far brighter, sharper, and colder than his eyes.

There was another light sound, like the roar of a divine dragon, and the two sword energies seemed to tear apart the space, as if two dragons were dancing and moving. The sword light was so bright and the sword energy was so sharp that even a master like Gu Du Yi Fang felt a stinging pain in his eyes.

The second move of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique - Sword Two.

Faced with this move, Ying Xun still did not draw his sword, but simply put his fingers together to form a sword, with sharp and terrifying sword energy lingering at his fingertips, sweeping away everything.

The seemingly understated attack was actually an extremely exquisite sword move, and it was very consistent with the Sword Master's Sword Two and One Moves. As if they had the same origin, they merged into one as soon as they touched, and finally returned to nothingness.

The sword intent contained in the sword moves all come from the same source. It is obvious that this move is the second sword move improved by Ying Xun.

The Sword Master was not surprised at this. After all, with Ying Xun's talent in swordsmanship, it was not difficult to improve his sword moves.

He swung another sword with his backhand. It seemed like there was only one sword, but there were actually three sword energies running through it.

Jian San's move was treacherous and tricky. It flew towards Ying Xun from three different directions at such a fast speed that people felt caught off guard and difficult to resist.

Ying Xun's expression remained unchanged. As his sword finger turned, it drove the airflow and formed an extremely huge cyclone. The three sword energies were affected by the cyclone and were involuntarily sucked into the cyclone, and then disappeared into thin air.

I'm afraid even my old rival Wuming wouldn't be able to block my three styles of Holy Spirit Sword Technique with just sword fingers, right?

The Sword Master's expression changed slightly, and he used all of his Holy Spirit Sword Techniques.

His figure was flickering and erratic, and the power of his sword was even more unpredictable.

Sometimes it is high in the clouds, ethereal and sharp; sometimes it is like the breeze and flowing water, leaving no trace.

With the two of them as the center, sword energy surged within a radius of dozens of feet, destroying everything like a hurricane.

Some experts tried to get closer to watch the fight, but when they got within twenty or thirty feet, they felt a chill in their hearts and their whole bodies ached as if they were being cut by a knife, and they retreated quickly.

The battle was so exciting that all the masters, especially the swordsmen, were thrilled to watch it.

It is worthy of being the most powerful Holy Spirit Sword Technique in the world, worthy of being the unrivaled Sword Saint in the world. The sword techniques are extremely varied and simply beyond ordinary people's imagination. It can be said to be extremely stunning and no longer an ordinary sword technique.

If they were in Ying Xun's position, they would probably be beheaded with just one sword.

However, compared to the Sword Master, what is more surprising is Ying Xun.

Ying Xun is like a huge rock on the cliff by the sea that has weathered many storms. No matter how strong the wind and waves are, he remains unmoved.

No matter how the wave-like, lightning-like, and lightning-like sword skills changed, it could not shake his figure at all, which perfectly interpreted what it meant that no matter how strong he was, the breeze would blow across the hills.

Soon, swords one to eighteen were all used.

Jian Nineteen followed and the moment Jian Nineteen made his move, the Sword Saint's entire temperament changed drastically, his expression was so cold that he didn't look like a living person.

As everyone knows, Sword One to Sword Eighteen were jointly created by the Sword Saint and Miyamoto Xueling. They are inspired by the idea of ​​endless threes and infinite sixes. They are a kind of sword technique that can trap the enemy with a sword net.

However, Swords 19 to 22 are the ruthless sword techniques created by the Sword Saint after he returned to the Central Plains from Japan and turned from a sentimental person into a ruthless person.

Ruthless and righteous!

The sword technique was fierce and swift, and it came out with the force of thunder. Every move and every style was full of murderous aura, as if it was a revengeful evil spirit from hell, coming only to take people's lives.

Especially the last move, Sword Twenty-Two, which was performed by the Wushuang Sword. Within a radius of dozens of feet, the grass and trees quickly withered and yellowed, cutting off all life. When the sword was stabbed out, it was like hundreds of thunders falling from the sky. The strong murderous intent almost became material, turning the world into hell.

Unfortunately, Sword Twenty-Two is only Sword Twenty-Two after all, and it has not deviated from the scope of human martial arts.

With Ying Xun's current understanding of the way of the sword, it would be impossible for the Sword Saint to shake him in the slightest without using the Twenty-Third Sword.

Of course, facing such a powerful sword, Ying Xun would not be stupid enough to take it head-on. He used his sword to stir up the wind and clouds to disperse some of the energy of Sword Twenty-Two, and with one last pull, he guided Sword Twenty-Two to smash into the ground.

This move was a result of his own comprehension in his previous life based on the principles of Tai Chi, which showed how to use a small force to achieve a great effect.

Boom!

All the sword energy poured onto the ground, turning the already damaged ground into layers of powder.

Since then, all twenty-two styles of Holy Spirit Sword Technique have been displayed.

From the beginning to the end, Ying Xun only responded with sword fingers, skillfully dissolving all of the Sword Master's twenty-two moves.

Before this, the Sword Master would never have thought that the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, which he was so proud of, would be broken by Ying Xun's sword finger.

You know, more than a month ago, Ying Xun was still being beaten by him. Although the situation has not been reversed yet, they are evenly matched, and it can even be said that he is slightly inferior to him.

The Sword Master looked extremely shocked, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

"Ying boy, what is your move called?"

As the Sword Saint finished his words, the scene before their eyes instantly shattered.

In just a moment of trance, everything has changed.

The street is still the same street.

The disciples and people of Wushuang City were still watching from afar.

Apart from a few sword marks on the ground and the walls on both sides of the street, and the surprised and puzzled expressions of the crowd, it seemed exactly the same as before the war, without any trace of the bleak scene of destruction after the war.

Ying Xun stood with his hands behind his back, smiled and shook his head: "It's not one move, it's two moves."

Hearing this, everyone was confused.

Because in their eyes, the fight just now was just the Sword Saint using his sword energy to attract the Unparalleled Sword, and then the two men faced off against each other without even drawing their swords, so they naturally could not understand what the Sword Saint said, let alone the two moves that Ying Xun said.

In fact, not only them, but even the Sword Master himself was confused.

He hummed in confusion at first, then suddenly realized and laughed, "I see. But we are competing in swordsmanship, so your illusion doesn't count. What is your swordsmanship called?"

"Cage!"

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At the same time, on a tall building in Wushuang City, someone was also watching this amazing battle from afar.

"The Sword Master lost."

The voice was erratic, as if coming from the sky, filled with an incomparable domineering aura.

The person who was speaking seemed to be shrouded in black fog, which was unusual and strange. But if you could see through the fog, you would see that the person who was speaking was wearing a black gauze dress that dragged on the ground, and her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall, fluttering in the wind. She was so beautiful that she was beyond description, the most beautiful person in the world.

There was a chill emanating from his entire body, as if just a hint of chill could freeze everything in the world.

Next to her, there was also a woman covered in a black robe. She wore a mask and exuded the breath of death. There was a hint of paranoia and madness in her eyes. Only when she looked at the master beside her did she reveal a trace of tenderness and respect.

"Hei Tong doesn't understand. The two of them haven't started fighting yet. How did the master decide who would win?"

The woman calls herself Hei Tong, so there is no need to say much about her master, who is the demon lord Bai Suzhen.

"No, in fact, the two have already exchanged one move, or you can say that Ying Xun has used two moves. With the next move, the Sword Saint will undoubtedly be defeated." Bai Suzhen, who was shrouded in black fog, said lightly.

"Please enlighten me, Master."

"That Ying Xun is indeed a master, with an outstanding talent in swordsmanship, which can be said to be rare in a century. His sword intention is not inferior to that of the Sword Saint, and is even better than that of the Sword Saint. He first performed a martial art similar to the Lost Mind Ferry, which affected the Sword Saint's state of mind and dragged the Sword Saint into the illusion. Then the two of them fought in the illusion, so there was a question and answer between the two. Earlier, you only saw the two of them confronting each other, but they did not fight. Only the Sword Saint's sword energy occasionally flowed out uncontrollably. It was because of this reason."

"Affect the Sword Master's state of mind?"

Hei Tong was a little surprised and asked doubtfully, "But the Sword Saint has fought countless battles in his life and has no feelings or love. How could his state of mind be affected by this?"

"He used to be heartless and unloving, but now the Sword Saint is a man of affection. We only compete in swordsmanship and sword intent. The Sword Saint is no match for Ying Xun. In the next move, the Sword Saint will undoubtedly lose. I am really becoming more and more interested in him."

"So do you want to meet him?"

"Didn't you tell him before that I was waiting for him in Qiantang? Let's wait for him to come." Bai Suzhen shook her head, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and ordered: "Let someone do their best to investigate his background. I don't believe he is just a rich man's son."

"Yes, Master."

Bai Suzhen said no more and looked at Ying Xun on the long street from afar.

At this time, Ying Xun already had a long sword in his hand, and a sword intent that seemed to be tangible suddenly rose from his body and soared into the sky.

"Old Sword Saint, you must look carefully. My next sword, Love of the City, is similar to Sword Twenty-Three. If you can comprehend it, you may be able to understand Sword Twenty-Three. The sword is ruthless, but the world is full of love."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword moves began.

This sword was only just wielded, but it gave people the feeling that its power had reached its peak.

In an instant, time and space seemed to be frozen, and everything suddenly stopped.

Absolute stillness!
Even the flowing wind and clouds fell into silent silence.

The sword energy and sword intent emanating from the Sword Saint's body suddenly condensed at this moment.

In the sky and on the earth, in the universe, except for the sword light that shot into the sky, everything seemed to have stopped and everything was about to face death.

Even a sword master couldn't help but feel fear at this moment.

He had roamed the martial arts world throughout his life, killed countless enemies, and as long as he had a sword in his hand he could dominate the world. But now, he found that he could not even wield the sword in his hand.

The power contained in the Wushuang Sword seemed to be taken away by this sword, and the sword seemed to be dead.

"Shh!"

At this moment of absolute stillness, Ying Xun swung the sword in his hand, and the iron sword instantly burst out with a dazzling white light, filled with destruction, death, and ominous white light.

This ray of white light was obviously very slow, but it gave people a feeling that it could pierce their chest or throat at any time, as if no force in the world could stop it.

Because this sword means - death!

No one can stop death from coming.

Even someone as strong as a sword master would feel deeply powerless facing this sword filled with the aura of death, and could not even lift the sword.

Fortunately, the sword was not actually stabbed out.

When it was only millimeters away from the sword master's throat, it stopped abruptly.

Then, the world that was originally static and full of death suddenly became lively, and all things in the world came alive again in an instant.

The endless murderous aura that filled the world was swept away at this moment.

There was only a faint sense of unwillingness coming from the glowing iron sword, just like a tiger pouncing on its prey, but being forcibly pushed back at the last moment and returning in disappointment.

Ying Xun smiled slightly: "Old Sword Saint, you lose."

"Well, I lost."

The Sword Master spoke in a low voice and his face was grim, as if he had lost his energy in an instant.

He lost again.

Since his defeat to Wuming, he has lived in seclusion for many years, devoting himself to the study of swordsmanship.

Now he has made a comeback, but lost again in full view of the public.

Although his overall strength is superior to Ying Xun, if we only talk about swordsmanship and sword intent, he is indeed the loser.

What’s even more infuriating is that it only took Xun to defeat him with two moves.

This time, he felt closest to death. The tip of the sword, which was only an inch away, already made his throat feel stinging.

Unprecedented emotions of shame, anger and other emotions erupted like a volcano, and the sword master, who usually had a low quality, could not help but swear.

"mom……"

Before he could even utter the word "of", Ying Xun interrupted him, "Don't curse me. Even if you have to curse me, don't curse my mother. You haven't even comprehended the twenty-third sword yet. If I break your sword saint status like this, wouldn't all my efforts be in vain?!"

As we all know, in the world of Fengyun, swearing is like breaking one's own halo as the protagonist, and one's martial arts and mental state will plummet.

The most representative among them is Indra.

After saying "Fuck it", the all-encompassing Sacred Heart Sutra can only use one move, Emperor Heavenly Thunder.

(End of this chapter)