The First Sword of the Universe

Is Chapter 471 about "Su Xinghe's Eight Friends" or "Hangu's Eight Friends"?
After falling halfway down the pine tree and regaining his footing on the grass, Su Xinghe was so angry when he heard Xu Xingchen's comment that his martial arts skills were "mediocre" that the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"You junior, you've really infuriated me! Wait till I unleash my true power and teach you a lesson!"

The proud and arrogant Su Xinghe had been forced to remain silent by his junior brother Ding Chunqiu for many years, and had long harbored a bellyful of anger. Today, when he met a young man who called himself "Xiaoyao Manor", he finally couldn't help but break his vow of silence. Now, he was even forced to open his mouth and curse.

Su Xinghe glared angrily at Xu Xingchen, his powerful aura surging around him, causing his clothes to billow and flutter.

next moment.

A wisp of pure energy burst forth from his body, landing on the grass beside him, transforming into a second Su Xinghe, holding an ancient zither in his arms, with a cold and aloof expression, lifelike.

Xu Xingchen asked in surprise, "A clone? Or a shadow clone?"

"It's both an avatar and a shadow clone!" Su Xinghe sneered, pointed his arm, and shouted, "Attack!"

Holding the guqin, Su Xinghe immediately leaped high into the air, raised the guqin with both hands, and viciously smashed it down on Xu Xingchen's forehead.

Xu Xingchen raised an eyebrow slightly, without using any special techniques. He simply raised his arm and punched out like a cannonball, knocking away the guqin that was about to smash into his head.

The guqin tumbled and soared into the sky, while "Su Xinghe," who was tightly gripping the guqin with both hands, also somersaulted and flew away.

For a moment, it was unclear whether the guqin was carrying the person through the air or the person was carrying the guqin through the air. After spinning around several times, it landed on a high branch of a pine tree a few feet away.

"Hmm, not very strong, but quite resilient!" Xu Xingchen slowly withdrew his fist and turned to look at Su Xinghe: "Mr. Congbian, your clone formed from internal energy is quite realistic, but it doesn't seem to be very effective when fighting against others."

"Hmph! That was merely my harp clone! Now, behold my chess clone!"

Su Xinghe shouted, and another stream of pure energy shot out from his body, landing on the nearby ground and transforming into a third Su Xinghe.

In Su Xinghe's arms, what he was holding was no longer a guqin, but a chessboard, a Go board; two chess boxes were also hanging from his waist, which seemed to contain black and white chess pieces that looked like scattered stars.

Even though Xu Xingchen had witnessed Zhou Botong's amazing ability to split himself into four in the previous world, it didn't stop him from applauding Su Xinghe's clone technique.

As soon as Su Xinghe, the chess clone, appeared, he took out two black and white pieces from the chess box at his waist and threw them at Xu Xingchen.

Two streaks of light, one black and one white, moved with lightning speed, closing in on Xu Xingchen in an instant.

Xu Xingchen tapped his right finger twice, blasting the two black and white pieces into palm-sized dust that slowly dissipated into the air.

"The power is still not strong, but it is concentrated enough, and its penetrating power is amazing, much more powerful than the strong bows and crossbows in the army."

Xu Xingchen silently made a judgment in his heart. Facing the chess clone Su Xinghe's rapid hand movements, which produced a rain of black and white meteors, Xu Xingchen's arms flickered and turned into more than a dozen afterimages, destroying the black and white pieces that were approaching him one by one.

*Clap clap clap clap clap clap*
The crisp crackling sounds continued incessantly, like a string of small firecrackers being lit.

"Unfortunately, such power seems a bit weak when it comes to dealing with a master like me."

Just as Xu Xingchen was feeling a bit bored, a zither melody suddenly came to her ears. The sound was tinkling and powerful, like a thousand troops fighting on the battlefield, with an extremely vigorous melody.

The music seemed to stir people's emotions, agitate their blood and qi, and make them lose their rationality.

If one were to continue listening, an ordinary martial artist would likely collapse from exhaustion, their blood surging wildly, screaming and dancing erratically until they die.
However, Xu Xingchen's Yin-Yang internal energy is extremely advanced, isolating the inner and outer worlds and forming a self-contained system, which is only one of its mysteries.

Back then, even when facing Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, at close range with his Lion's Roar, he still managed to withstand it. Now, his Yin-Yang Internal Energy has advanced even further, and the depth of his internal strength has reached an unbelievable level.

With just a gentle shift of his internal energy, he suppressed all the discomfort in his body.

The frenzied piano music fell on his ears like a gentle breeze, having no effect whatsoever.

Looking up at Su Xinghe, the avatar of the zither, who was sitting cross-legged on a pine branch a few feet away, diligently plucking the strings, he nodded: "Not bad. Even if it's just an avatar manifested from internal energy, it can still produce bewitching zither music, which is quite mysterious; however, its attack power is still a bit weak."

Although Xu Xingchen didn't say what was on his mind, Su Xinghe had clearly seen his facial expression and angrily released a third burst of pure energy.

The pure energy landed and transformed into a fourth Su Xinghe, dressed as a scholar with a turban on his head, looking at a book in his hands.

He was reciting the classic Analects of ancient sages and worthies.

Each sentence was an exhortation to do good; each sound was a rebuke to the unruly.

Su Xinghe, the alter ego of a book, and Su Xinghe, the alter ego of a zither, one recites the classics of ancient sages and worthies, and the other plays the demonic sounds of chaotic qi and blood.

The two played their instruments together, their power amplified, yet they still couldn't defeat Xu Xingchen.

Even Duan Yu, who was watching the battle from a short distance away, only found it a bit noisy and was not affected by it much.

As for the deaf and mute disciples further away, they cannot hear or speak, so they are also unaffected.

This way.
Su Xinghe, the avatar of the zither, played the zither in vain.

The book's alter ego, Su Xinghe, speaks the words of ancient sages, but to whom can he tell them?

While casually dealing with the attacks from Su Xinghe's chess clones who kept throwing black and white pieces, Xu Xingchen nodded to Su Xinghe's main body and said with a smile, "Mr. Congbian's clones are quite interesting. If there are any more, please release them so that I can broaden my horizons."

Seeing that even his three clones working together couldn't do anything to the arrogant and conceited owner of Xiaoyao Manor, Xu Xingchen, and now hearing such contemptuous and amusing words from the other party, Su Xinghe's face darkened as if dark clouds were obscuring his vision, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light like lightning and thunder.

The anger in my chest had reached its peak!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
With five soft sounds, five streams of pure energy shot out from Su Xinghe's body and landed around him.

Su Xinghe, formed from a wisp of pure energy, held a scroll in one hand and a brush in the other, painting and calligraphy.

Su Xinghe, formed from a wisp of pure energy, held herbs in one hand and acupuncture needles in the other, exuding the air of a divine healer.

Su Xinghe, formed from a wisp of pure energy, held an ink line in one hand and an axe in the other, a skilled craftsman.

Su Xinghe, formed from a wisp of pure energy, held flowers in one hand and sprinkled pollen with the other, a master of seasonal flowers.

Su Xinghe, formed from a wisp of pure energy, held silk threads in one hand and a puppet in the other, his face contorted with madness.

At this point, all eight of Su Xinghe's clones had gathered, each emanating a powerful and distinct aura, surrounding Xu Xingchen in the center.

Xu Xingchen counted the various Su Xinghe clones and exclaimed in surprise, "Eh, eight people? Aren't they the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass?"

(End of this chapter)