Blind Ghostwriter: Starts with the full level of Nine Yang Magic Skill

Chapter 167: Killing Lu Canyang with Yi Swordsmanship

Lu Canyang was furious, his eyes instantly bloodshot, like a mad beast. With a roar, he moved like lightning, the Gou Chen Demon Blade in his hand whirring with the wind as he struck Zhuo Qingfeng with the force of thunder.

This knife condensed all his anger, and its force was so fierce and sharp that it seemed to cut the surrounding air in two as the knife flashed.

But before his knife fell, Gu Mo stabbed him with a sword. Lu Canyang was angry and drew his knife to chop at Gu Mo.

There was a loud clang, like the ringing of a huge bell, which made the eardrums of everyone around hurt.

When the sword and the knife intersected, it was like a meteor hitting the moon, flames burst out, sparks flew everywhere, and the tiny sparks were like fireflies on a summer night, dancing freely around the two men.

The powerful impact was like a tidal wave. The ground beneath their feet could not bear the weight. It rustled and sank slightly. Tiny cracks spread out in all directions like a spider web.

Lu Canyang's eyes widened in anger, and with a roar, he punched Gu Mo in the face with his right fist, accompanied by a whirring sound and unstoppable momentum. The whistling sound of his fist even had the power to tear the air apart.

At the same moment, Gu Mo suddenly inhaled and thrust his left fist forward. Instantly, a powerful, fiery aura erupted from his body—the very essence of Yan Yang Qi. Flames billowed from Gu Mo's fist, the blazing heat distorting the surrounding air as if a miniature sun had appeared out of thin air.

With a loud "bang", the two fists collided heavily, just like two cannonballs hitting each other.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the surrounding rock pillars were shaken to and fro by the powerful air wave.

The powerful impact caused Lu Canyang's body to tremble violently. His feet left two deep grooves on the ground. He took two steps back to steady himself.

Looking at the Qiu Shui sword in Gu Mo's hand, a shocking gap was cut on the sharp blade by Lu Canyang's powerful blow.

Although the violent aura of the Gou Chen Demon Sword has been suppressed, its sharpness will not disappear.

The Qiushui Sword was a famous sword of the time, not just an ordinary item. However, compared to the Gouchen Demon Sword, it was completely on a different level.

Lu Canyang's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Gu Mo and shouted angrily, "I told you that you are destined to die young. You will die in my hands today!"

Zhuo Qingfeng shouted, "Brother Gu, don't be afraid of him. Lu Canyang's Qilin Holy Blood was suppressed by the relic, so he has no power left. He is extremely afraid of Master Dingchan. Forty years ago, it was because he sensed that Master Dingchan was about to surpass him that he was anxious to forge the Gouchen Demon Blade and finally became possessed by the devil..."

"you shut up!"

Lu Canyang let out a hysterical roar.

Zhuo Qingfeng continued to taunt him, "He's been lingering on for forty years now. Before the Qilin Holy Blood was cultivated, he didn't even dare to fart and could only plot behind the scenes. Master Dingchan died yesterday, so he dared to jump out today. As a result, he never expected that even after his death, Master Dingchan could still suppress him. Hahahaha..."

"I am going to kill you!"

Lu Canyang let out a heart-wrenching roar that made the air around him buzz. The endless hatred contained in that voice made people shudder.

Before he finished speaking, he stomped his foot hard, and the ground cracked instantly. He was like a black lightning, wrapped in the cold and sharp long sword in his hand, and rushed towards Zhuo Qingfeng with the force of thunder.

The knife flashed, and wherever it passed, the air was cut by the sharp blade, making a hissing sound.

Gu Mo did not hesitate at all. He tapped the ground with his toes and flew up as lightly as willow catkins. The Autumn Water Sword in his hand swung out a few sword flowers. The sword moves agilely and gracefully, just like a dragon emerging from the water, blocking Lu Canyang.

He knew that Zhuo Qingfeng had just taunted Lu Canyang crazily in order to destroy Lu Canyang's mood and create the best opportunity for him to escape.

Immediately, at the moment of blocking Lu Canyang, Gu Mo quickly changed the fingering of his right hand, and in an instant, three sharp sword energies of the Six Meridians Divine Sword whistled out from his fingertips. This sword energy was condensed and did not disperse, as if it were substantial, with the force of breaking bamboo, it instantly hit Lu Canyang.

Three sword energies instantly cut Lu Canyang's body.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened.

Lu Canyang's body suddenly vanished like a wisp of smoke, transforming into a thick shadow. The shadow originally projected on the ground was strangely twisted and raised, and in the blink of an eye it became a living person. It was Lu Canyang. He moved directly in front of Gu Mo.

Taking advantage of the moment when Gu Mo's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been regenerated, the long sword in his hand was wrapped in endless killing intent and slashed towards Gu Mo's head with lightning speed. The sword came too suddenly and Gu Mo could not dodge. With a crisp "crack", the Autumn Water Sword was cut off by the sword!

Lu Canyang succeeded in his attack, but his offensive did not slow down at all. He was like a madman, holding the long sword tightly in both hands, slashing at Gu Mo frantically.

Every time the knife fell, it was accompanied by a powerful airflow, stirring up terrifying tornadoes in the air. Wherever the tornadoes passed, sand and rocks flew, trees were uprooted, and the ground was plowed into deep gullies.

"I told you, even without the Qilin's divine power, I'm still number one in the world. Gu Hua Tong is nothing!"

Lu Canyang roared hysterically and slashed at Gu Mo frantically with the knife in his hand.

He danced wildly with his long sword, its flashes gleaming like a surging black wave, slashing at Gu Mo with furious force. The wind whistled, sending sand and gravel flying wherever it passed, carving shocking furrows across the ground and pulverizing the vegetation. Seeing the Autumn Water Sword broken, Gu Mo, without hesitation, discarded the remaining half.

In an instant, his aura suddenly changed, and the Yanyang Miraculous Art was fully activated. A layer of blazing red light appeared on his body, and he seemed to be wrapped in a blazing flame. Then, he flipped his palms and unleashed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, which shocked the martial arts world.

His body was as fast as lightning, his palms made a whistling sound, and he suddenly struck out without any warning. The palm wind was sharp and fierce, like a mountain pressing down on one's head, and instantly hit Lu Canyang.

However, a strange scene happened again.

Lu Canyang's body suddenly vanished like smoke, transforming into a shadow once again. At the same time, several shadows on the ground began to stir, seemingly gradually solidifying.

Gu Mo's face was solemn, and he stepped back quickly. At the same time, he slapped out with both palms quickly, and several strong palm winds whizzed out, but each time he hit only the illusory shadow.

The attack failed, and Gu Mo took advantage of the momentum of retreat to quickly adjust his body shape.

He took a deep breath, and the internal energy in his body circulated rapidly. Then he put his fingers together to make a sword gesture, and the aura around him instantly became ethereal and vague.

In this moment of lightning and flint,
For a moment, the atmosphere between heaven and earth seemed to change.

The air around Gu Mo seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, forming a strange aura. Within this aura, the world seemed to have transformed into a chessboard, and all things were imbued with a unique rhythm, as if they had become chess pieces.

At that moment, Gu Mo seemed to be standing outside the heaven and earth, with the heaven and earth as a chessboard and all things as chess pieces. His whole body merged with the surrounding environment, reaching a wonderful state of harmony between man and nature.

His eyes revealed a kind of indifference and composure that was otherworldly, and the sword in his hand waved gently, seemingly casually, but containing endless profound meaning.

Every swing of the sword is like placing a key chess piece on the chessboard. It seems to be understated, but in fact it contains hidden secrets, taking the initiative and controlling the direction of the entire situation.

Lu Canyang only felt that the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he was pulled into a strange world by a mysterious force.

The place was filled with a strong sword aura. The surrounding scenery was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, as if it was constantly changing with Gu Mo's sword finger.

He looked around in horror and found himself on a huge chessboard, with Gu Mo standing on the other end of the chessboard, staring down at him in a condescending manner.

Lu Canyang was horrified. He was being forced into this situation, as if playing chess with Gu Mo. He unleashed his full energy, once again gathering that mysterious shadow, transforming it into five or six shadows that ran in all directions.

In an instant, he seemed to have placed a white piece on the chessboard.

Gu Mo placed a large number of black pieces, surrounding his one white piece.

At that moment,

The scene before his eyes changed, the chessboard disappeared,
The chess pieces also disappeared.

The ruins are still the same ruins, and the people are still the same people.

just,

Gu Mo pointed out with his sword finger.
That was the Shangyang Sword among the Six Meridians Divine Swords. A sharp sword energy whizzed out from his fingertips, like a bright meteor, and instantly hit Lu Canyang's forehead.

When the sword energy entered his body, Lu Canyang's body shook violently, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. Then, a bloody hole exploded on the back of his head, and blood and brain matter flowed out.

"what!"

Lu Canyang's body swayed, teetering on the brink of collapse, but he didn't die instantly as Gu Mo had expected. Suddenly, he raised his head and roared, a sound that seemed to come from the Netherworld, filled with resentment and madness, like a wounded and dying beast still fighting tenaciously. His cries of blood and tears startled the surrounding birds and rustled the fallen leaves.

Gu Mo frowned, but without hesitation, the true energy in his body surged and circulated to his arms, performing the "Double Dragons Fetching Water" technique from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

He quickly raised his palms, and his left and right palms were packed with overwhelming force. There was a faint dragon-shaped true energy in the palms, and he slapped Lu Canyang's head with a force of thunder.

"Boom!" A loud noise, like thunder in the clear sky, exploded in this small space. Lu Canyang's head was like a ripe watermelon that burst, and red and white objects splattered everywhere.

At the moment his head exploded, the blood on the wound suddenly started to burn, and then began to burn into his body. The flame was a strange blood red, jumping and surging, making a "crackling" sound.

In just a moment, only a pile of ashes remained.

(End of this chapter)