The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 451 Defeat!
Xu Xingchen constantly changed his posture, and a sword beam ten feet long collided with the fiery red broadsword falling from above, creating a series of dazzling sparks.

Meanwhile, the Yuan Magnetic Ring, whether large or small, rotating or colliding, frequently deflected and shifted Murong Fu's attacks.

Then he said loudly, "We've had our fill of fighting today, why don't we call it a day?"

Kumārajīva wielded the fiery red broadsword with exquisite skill, his moves a dazzling display of artistry.

Wherever it went, large swathes of reeds burst into flames, turning to ashes moments later and scattering in all directions.

Occasionally.

A fiery red broadsword swept across the lake.

A snort.

Large plumes of white steam rose up.

The temperature of that white steam is so high that it can instantly burn the skin of an ordinary person.

However, in this fierce battle, this level of lethality was negligible.

After several unsuccessful strikes, Kumārajīva frowned and exclaimed, "Even with Young Master Murong joining forces, we cannot defeat Master Xu; this demonstrates the unfathomable and unparalleled skill of Master Xu!"

"I humbly request that Benefactor Xu employ his methods once more, so that this humble monk and Young Master Murong may broaden their horizons, before we cease our actions. What do you say?"

Xu Xingchen understood the meaning behind Kumārajīva's words.

The two of them fought against him, yet they could only manage a draw. For the proud and arrogant Kumārajīva, this was a humiliation and made him feel resentful.

He wanted Xu Xingchen to display even greater power so that he could suppress the resentment in his heart.

Otherwise, his Buddhist heart would not be at peace!

Murong Fu understood the meaning behind Kumārajīva's words. In fact, he was even more unwilling and helpless than Kumārajīva.

Of the three fighting, he was the weakest in martial arts, and now he was the first to feel that he could not continue.
After fighting for so long, he had come to realize that he was no match for the master of Xiaoyao Manor in front of him.

I felt a mix of reluctance, helplessness, heartache, and pain as I tried to agree to his suggestion to give up.

It was a mixed bag of emotions, too complex to describe in a few words.

However, since Kumārajīva, who had helped him, had said those words, he had no choice but to go along with it and loudly replied, "Master is right. I would like to ask Master Xu to teach me a couple more moves so that I can broaden my horizons."

Xu Xingchen possesses an incredibly rich reserve of martial arts knowledge and a profound understanding of the essence of martial arts.

Even if others fought Kumārajīva and Murong Fu for three days and three nights, they would probably still find it difficult to glimpse too many of the mysteries within their martial arts techniques.

Having fought with them to this point, Xu Xingchen had thoroughly understood everything that needed to be understood; the remaining core mysteries could not be deduced simply through combat, unless one could see the martial arts manuals the two had practiced.

Therefore, they lost the will to continue fighting.

However, Murong Fu and Kumārajīva clearly did not understand this, and were still struggling with resentment and helplessness.

After a moment's thought, Xu Xingchen understood the two people's mindset.

Originally wanting to save face for the two of them, Xu Xingchen had no choice but to comply since they insisted.

"In that case, please have a taste!"

Xu Xingchen spoke loudly, his mind multitasking.

Another surge of internal energy erupted from his body, transforming into a three-zhang-tall phantom of a green mountain, which pressed down upon Murong Fu's head.

Murong Fu felt a strong wind howling above his head, and his rapidly moving figure suddenly sank, and he was pressed down to the lake below.

Murong Fu's expression changed, and he hurriedly tried his best to activate the Star Shifting Formation, but he still could not resist the unparalleled and enormous power suppressing him from above.

Just as he was inwardly alarmed, he suddenly felt the terrifying pressure on his head dissipate, and his body seemed to emerge from the quagmire, regaining its lightness and freedom.

Even so, he was forced to leave the battlefield, and his body continued to fall into the lake below.

Murong Fu looked up and saw a hazy, indistinct image of a green mountain transform into a stream of light, which was absorbed into Xu Xingchen's body.

He was secretly shocked: "He actually knows a third martial arts technique? And its power is in no way inferior to the Yuan Magnetic Ring and the sword light. Just how much power does he still have that he hasn't revealed?"

As Kumārajīva flew through the air, he saw the fleeting, illusory image of the green mountains, and his brow twitched violently, his expression immediately turning solemn.

Suddenly, I felt a pang of regret for what I had said earlier.

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret it now.

Just as he was preparing to face Xu Xingchen's three strange attacks alone.

Xu Xingchen not only put away the illusory image of the green mountain, but also withdrew the Yuan Magnetic Law Ring that was flying and swirling around him, as well as the ten-foot-long sword light he was holding tightly in his hand.

Then, with a flick of his hand, he sent out a red ribbon several feet long, which swirled and danced in the air, winding and turning until it instantly wrapped around the fiery red broadsword that was slashing down.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Several feet of red silk, like a ring, wrapped around and instantly enveloped the domineering, fiery red broadsword.

"Another strange technique?" Kumārajīva's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly wielded his fiery red greatsword, trying to break free.

However, the red ribbon, using its softness to overcome hardness, trembled continuously, completely dissipating the fierce power of the fiery red broadsword.

Its incredibly violent burning power had no effect on Hong Ling, who possessed the same attribute.

Kumārajīva's hands moved rapidly, but he still couldn't break free. Finally, he clenched his fist, and the fiery red greatsword exploded into a massive ball of flame, attempting to break free of the red silk's binding.

As a result, the red silk loosened and expanded, but it always maintained a complete "cocoon" state, preventing the flames inside from leaking out.

After a while.

The red ribbon swirled and danced wildly, and with a final pull, it dispersed all the flames encased within.
Then, the long red ribbon returned to Xu Xingchen, who was standing atop the reeds, swirling and dancing in a defensive posture, making Xu Xingchen appear majestic and handsome.

at this time.

Whether it was Murong Fu, whose feet were on the lake, or Kumārajīva, whose body was suspended in mid-air, their expressions were equally grim, filled with regret and shock.

Who exactly is this guy in front of me?

Is the reclusive sect, the Xiaoyao Sect, really that powerful and terrifying?
Murong Fu practiced martial arts for over twenty years and only mastered two extraordinary techniques, yet these were enough to make him invincible throughout the world.

Kumārajīva mastered many extraordinary techniques, such as the Doro-leaf Finger and the Flower-Picking Finger from the Seventy-Two Extraordinary Techniques of Shaolin.
However, he did not delve deeply into those martial arts techniques, so their power was only average.

He mastered the Flame Blade to its peak, even innovating and transforming it into a fiery red greatsword.

Therefore, only the Flaming Blade was Kumārajīva's reliance for dominating the world.

However, this guy in front of me has actually mastered four different magical arts, and has pushed the power of each one to its limit.

Even a martial arts genius, one in ten thousand, would need to spend a great deal of time to accomplish these things.

The owner of Xiaoyao Manor in front of them looked to be at most twenty or thirty years old. How could he have cultivated to such a level?

Could it be that this person's martial arts talent far surpasses that of the two of them?
Kumārajīva and Murong Fu were extremely unwilling to admit this.
For them, who are exceptionally talented, it is extremely difficult to admit that others are stronger than them, and by a great deal.

For a moment, the two were in turmoil and remained silent.

Standing on the reeds, surrounded by several feet of red silk, Xu Xingchen looked at the two people who were standing up and down with complicated expressions, and guessed what they were thinking.
In fact.

The green mountain phantom and the several-foot-long red ribbon he just unleashed, in terms of sheer power, were no match for the Yuan Magnetic Ring and the ten-foot-long sword beam.

However, those two extraordinary techniques were precisely the counter to their martial arts.

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The illusory image of the green mountains was transformed from the first martial arts divine form that Xu Xingchen cultivated, "The First Sword of Mount Hua".

Its effect is the purest form of suppression and confinement.

It uses the power of Yin and Yang to unify the power of its entire body into one, making it unmoved by external objects and difficult to be destroyed by them.

Murong Fu's Star Shifting Technique had not yet reached its pinnacle, and it was utterly unable to shake the suppressive power of the Green Mountain Phantom.

That's why it was overcome by it!
Then there's Kumārajīva's fiery red broadsword.

It is formed from six flaming blades in the shape of a blazing longsword, possessing both overwhelming power and terrifyingly high temperatures capable of incinerating everything.

Xu Xingchen's sword light could only fight it to a standstill, but it could not destroy it.

However, the several-foot-long red ribbon created by combining the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms with the power of fire perfectly countered the fierce, domineering, and terrifyingly high temperature of the fiery red broadsword.

Even when Kumārajīva ultimately detonated his fiery red sword, it was too late to turn the tide.

If they continued fighting, their defeat was inevitable.
Murong Fu and Kumārajīva remained silent, and Xu Xingchen gave them time to recover.

The reed marshland, which had been left in a mess by the three men's fierce battle, fell silent for a moment.

A gentle breeze blows, and the reeds sway erratically, rustling softly against each other.

The wide waterway in the middle, sparkling and flowing merrily.

Until the faint sound of "Young Master" calling out came from afar.

Kumārajīva and Murong Fu finally came to their senses.

Kumārajīva slowly descended and landed on the reeds on the other side of the waterway.

Murong Fu also put away the seven azure stars around him, leaped up, and landed on the reeds on the other side.

Xu Xingchen smiled, and the several-foot-long red ribbons surrounding her instantly burrowed into her body.

At this point, the three people each stood on one side, forming a triangle.

Xu Xingchen said with a smile, "Have you two come to your senses yet?"

Murong Fu frowned and remained silent.

Kumārajīva barely suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, put his hands together, and chanted Amitabha. He wanted to say something more, but he opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

Given their pride, the sudden defeat, which was tantamount to an undefeated victory, left them speechless.

Xu Xingchen noticed the subtle tension between the two, nodded slightly, and said, "That's enough for today. You are both welcome to visit my Xiaoyao Manor in the future."

Having said that, without waiting for their reply, he turned and stepped across the reeds, drifting away.

Kumārajīva and Murong Fu looked at each other in bewilderment.

Today's defeat will likely take a long time to process.
(End of this chapter)