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Chapter 659

Whoosh!

A strong wind suddenly arose, rolling up dark clouds. Everyone was fighting fiercely, but they also unknowingly caused strange changes in the sky.

The long sword in the hand of the bearded swordsman is sharp. Although he looks rough, the sword skills in his hand are extremely exquisite. He does not take a bold and open approach, but instead is like a flourishing flower, just like the most beautiful scenery in the world. However, there is a murderous intention hidden under the flowers. If you really indulge in it, you will die immediately.

However, the man in black clothes and purple hair he faced had a cold look in his eyes, like a machine. He was not affected by the exquisite beauty of the swordsmanship at all. Every move he made was ruthless and vicious, and every move was deadly.

On the other side, the one fighting with the Red Leaf Scholar was a dwarf. The dwarf was short in stature, but his moves were powerful and majestic, and he focused on using his strength to overwhelm his opponent.

There was a mystery hidden in every punch and kick, and the momentum accumulated like soil piling up into a mountain. Hongye Scholar didn't notice it at first, but the more they fought, the more restrained he became. He only felt that this man's moves were so precise that not only did he not have any flaws, but it even made him feel unprecedented pressure. At this moment, he could hardly even hold the sword in his hand steadily.

He had unknowingly retreated to another battlefield. The Fourteenth Prince was brought here by the royal attendant. Seeing that the Red Leaf Scholar was in danger, he gave a light scolding.

The sound was like thunder, and a flash of sword light suddenly appeared. It looked like an illusion to everyone. The flash of sword light was fleeting, icy and crystal clear, and ethereal like an autumn wild goose...

Ice Soul Divine Sword!

The masked man murmured something, as if he was reminiscing.

As expected of a son of the Great Xia royal family, although he was young, his moves were so sophisticated that he managed to neutralize the dwarf's attack with just one strike.

Not only that, this knife even turned defense into offense. In the flashing cold light, the ethereal and fairy-like meaning of the knife technique was fully revealed, but the knife light was flying and erratic, becoming more and more inconspicuous.

A trace of confusion suddenly appeared on the dwarf's face. Although it was only for a brief moment, this moment seemed so crucial in the duel between masters.

Even the Red Leaf Scholar, who was being oppressed to the point of being unable to breathe, seized the opportunity to attack with a sword. However, his sword was so powerful that it was like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Streams of sword energy gushed out and flowed towards the dwarf like a long river.

However, the Fourteenth Prince sighed secretly in his heart. This sword of his was called "Ice Soul Divine Sword", which complemented the "Taiyin Forgetfulness Mysterious Art" he practiced and was one of the most profound and mysterious skills he had learned.

If one cultivates to the highest level, the sword will not kill people, but kill thoughts!
Cutting off all kinds of thoughts in the enemy's mind, although there is no ice, it is like turning the person into an ice sculpture. Just now, he used all his strength to cut off every thought in the dwarf's mind, which left him empty and defenseless.

If it was just this one blow from him, there might be some hope of killing the dwarf. However, if the Red Leaf Scholar took action, the essence of the swordsmanship would be immediately destroyed, and the artistic conception would disappear. Naturally, there would be no question of being able to cut off the thoughts in other people's minds and turn them into ice sculptures.

as predicted.

The moment Red Leaf Scholar attacked, a fierce glint flashed in the dwarf's eyes, and a bright yellow aura shone around him. He stomped heavily, and a wall of earth rose up. The long river of sword energy, arriving first, struck the wall, but it couldn't damage it at all, forcibly splitting it into two branches before the wall. Then, the Fourteenth Prince slashed through the sky with a single blow, bringing the wall down.

The dwarf squinted his eyes at the light of the combined sword and knife. When he opened his eyes, he had retreated several feet. He gently wiped the blood off his face and said with a smile: "As expected of the famous Red Leaf Scholar, this 33 Falling Leaf Style has some skills. But you have to be from the Great Xia Royal Family. This sword technique is amazing!"

When the word "not good enough" was mentioned, a hint of fear appeared in the dwarf's eyes.

Only then did he take out a small khaki shovel from his waist. It looked like something a child might use for games, but it fit perfectly in his hand, neither too big nor too small.

"Be careful, Your Highness!" Red Leaf Scholar said cautiously as he stood beside the Fourteenth Prince. "I'm afraid he's going to use his true strength!"

Before he finished speaking, the dwarf had already picked up the small khaki shovel and smashed it forward. This small shovel was also a strange weapon, and it was extremely powerful in the hands of the dwarf.

This set of shoveling techniques is very different from the martial arts on the market, and combined with his own physique, it is even more difficult to defend against. The Red Leaf Scholar and the Fourteenth Prince worked together and used all their skills to barely hold on. However, although this dwarf is not tall, his aura is frighteningly strong.

Every time the three men's weapons clashed and their internal energies collided, it was like being hit by a mountain. Both of them were shaken all over, their lungs numb, and they were soon killed, with only the ability to defend themselves and no power to fight back.

The Fourteenth Prince couldn't help but groan inwardly, secretly thinking: "This group of people is really powerful, and they came prepared. This won't be good if it continues. Is the plan going to be launched ahead of time?"

The fighting here was brutal, but everyone knew that the real decisive factor lay with the four grand masters!

At this moment, four people were fighting in a group. Among them, the man in the bamboo hat and Qiao Tianbao were both bare-handed, and each used his own methods. Qiao Tianbao had exquisite martial arts and endless methods, including fists, palms, fingers, claws and legs. In just a quarter of an hour, he had performed dozens of martial arts, and each of them was practiced by him to the pinnacle. The changes between the moves were also exquisite and extraordinary, and were by no means just for show.

However, his opponent, the man in the bamboo hat, was just the opposite. From beginning to end, he only used one set of palm techniques and one set of fist techniques. The palm techniques were extremely exquisite, and the fist techniques were ancient and majestic. It was clear that these were the same moves he used over and over again, but in his hands, they gave rise to thousands of changes. He truly was able to respond to all changes with the same technique.

Even though Qiao Tianbao was a walking arsenal of martial arts who was familiar with all the martial arts in the world, he had no good solution for a while when facing such an opponent. Even the martial arts that should have restrained him were useless, simply because this person had already practiced his martial arts to another level.

If ordinary people practice martial arts, and go from unfamiliar to familiar, from having moves to having no moves, and then to being able to use them effortlessly, to mastery and reaching the pinnacle of skill, they need to learn from many schools of thought and apply what they have learned to other similar situations.

But this person did the exact opposite. He resolutely chose to practice this martial art day after day, and finally reached a level that even the person who created this martial art had not reached!

Use one move to counter ten thousand moves!

The more Qiao Tianbao fought, the more frightened he became. He even began to reflect on whether his way of practicing martial arts was correct.

(End of this chapter)