All the heavens, starting with Little Li Flying Dagger

Chapter 169 Seventy is the age to strive and work hard

Lu Xiaofeng stared wide-eyed, looking completely innocent, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Who in the martial world doesn't know that I, Lu Xiaofeng, and Young Master Tianji are the best of brothers!"

"I have always said that Young Master Tianji is a man of noble character and unparalleled righteousness, a first-rate hero, comparable to Meng Chang of ancient times and a sage of today!"

"This"

Wang Gan was still somewhat hesitant.

"Brother! Please, brother! Give it to me! Just this once!"

"Otherwise, I'll never sleep well for the rest of my life! If you don't let me watch the duel, it feels like ants are crawling all over my body! I'm so itchy!"

Lu Xiaofeng immediately grabbed Wang Gan's leg, wiping away tears and snot, acting like a shameless rogue who wouldn't leave until he got what he wanted.

Indeed, given his meddlesome and nosy nature, if he weren't allowed to witness this duel, he would be driven mad with worry!

Moreover, this guy was indeed shameless enough, so Wang Gan decided not to bother with him.

"Oh well, what can I do? I'm so kind and generous, my forehead is wide enough to run a horse, and my belly is big enough to hold a boat!"

Wang Gan waved his hand and tossed a golden ribbon ticket to Lu Xiaofeng.

"Um?!"

Lu Xiaofeng had some doubts.
"Why is there only one?"

Wang Gan spread his hands.

"How many more do you want? Even if the leaders of Wudang and Shaolin came, they would only have one ribbon."

Lu Xiaofeng was displeased.
"But I heard that a gold main ribbon can be paired with a smaller secondary ribbon, allowing one family member to enter!"

"I still have Xue Bing!"

"Oh"

You mean Xue Bing, my sister?

Wang Gan looked knowing and pointed to Gongsun Lan beside him.

“She is Gongsun Lan’s eighth sister, and also my family member, so naturally I plan to personally take her to watch the duel.”

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her."

Wang Gan patted Lu Xiaofeng on the shoulder, his face serious.

It's precisely because it's you that I'm worried!

Lu Xiaofeng felt a pang of grievance upon hearing this; this bastard really holds a grudge!
There's no other way but to use the ultimate trick.

"What do you want to do?"

Wang Gan looked at Lu Xiaofeng with a wary expression, noticing that his expression was becoming increasingly tragic.

This kid isn't planning to take me down with him, is he?!

After a while,

With the smile of a victor, Lu Xiaofeng, having lost his last two eyebrows, received the second golden ribbon.

On the other side were Wang Gan and Gongsun Lan, who had been laughing for quite some time.
"It's a real pity that Hua Manlou isn't here, otherwise he would have wanted to regain his sight even if he were reincarnated on the spot."

Wang Gan felt a little regretful.

Lu Xiaofeng has truly become Lu Xiaobald now. Not only has his hair on top not grown back properly, but he has also shaved his lower body bald, making him look like a comical monkey.

"Eyebrows are a temporary thing; they'll grow back eventually. If you can't get through this gossip, then no matter how many eyebrows you have, it won't matter."

Lu Xiaofeng gripped the ribbon tightly, trying to console himself.

"On another note,"

"Wang Gan, who do you think will win this duel, Dugu Yihe or Ximen Chuixue?"

Lu Xiaofeng naturally saw Sun Xiuqing and Ma Xiuzhen following behind Wang Gan.
It seems that Dugu Yihe has truly gotten close to Wang Gan and learned something real!

"Comparing Dugu Yihe and Ximen Chuixue..."

"I'm more optimistic about Lu Xiaotu, who has no eyebrows!"

Wang Gan's lips curled into a smile.

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng's gloomy expression, everyone couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

September 15th will arrive in the blink of an eye.

The Forbidden City was bustling like never before, but also more solemn than ever before.

Tens of thousands of imperial guards were mobilized, separating the Forbidden City layer by layer. Below, a sea of ​​people surged, yet an eerie silence prevailed. Everyone eagerly awaited this duel between top-tier swordsmen.

Although Ximen Chuixue had been defeated before, that previous defeat actually added more suspense to this battle.

Logically speaking, Ximen Chuixue was younger, more talented, and ranked higher than Dugu Yihe on the weapon ranking list, yet he still lost to Dugu Yihe.

So now the question is...

Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship has undoubtedly improved further; can Dugu Yihe maintain his seasoned skill?!

At the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony,
Ximen Chuixue waited early, while Dugu Yihe arrived late.

"You are late."

Ximen Chuixue stood with his sword in hand, his tone calm.

“It’s never too late to have a good meal.”

Dugu Yihe's face was old, but his hair and beard were all black, and his expression was calm, which made him seem more spirited and confident.

"I'm just afraid some people don't know how to cook."

Ximen Chuixue remained unmoved by Dugu Yihe's psychological warfare.
"Of course I can't cook, all I can do is kill."

As soon as Ximen Chuixue finished speaking, a chilling atmosphere instantly spread.

"But last time, it seems you couldn't kill me."

Dugu Yihe responded with a cold laugh.
"Last time you only won by one move, which is why you injured my left arm."

"But you know, I only need to beat you by half a move to pierce your heart meridian."

Ximen Chuixue wasn't exaggerating.

His sword is a killing sword; in terms of killing efficiency, it surpasses any other sword technique!
Even before they've exchanged blows, the two are already so fiercely opposed, causing Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, sitting in the audience, to feel equally tense.

"What's that smell?"

Hua Manlou sniffed and suddenly smelled an odd odor.

It seems to be the intense heat of charcoal fire!

"It's Dugu Yihe..."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed deeply, his left eyelid twitching incessantly.

"He actually changed his weapon, and even got a newly forged one!"

That's why it smells like charcoal.

Ximen Chuixue also noticed something amiss.

Where are your swords?

Dugu Yihe did not seem to have brought with him the sword and saber that once made him famous throughout the martial arts world.

"I melted them all down and forged this weapon."

Dugu Yihe sighed softly.
"Just as Young Master Tianji said in the Weapon Manual, I am lacking in true qi, and I happen to be skilled with swords and sabers, so I am invincible within thirty moves."

Ximen Chuixue remained silent.

He was defeated on the twenty-eighth move.

“From the moment we fought again, I knew that you were a formidable swordsman who would not make the same mistake twice. If I had fought you the same way before, I would have been defeated even faster.”

Dugu Yihe suddenly spoke with a triumphant tone.
"But I do not want to lose, I do not want to admit defeat or grow old, and I do not want to become your stepping stone!"

"I'm only in my early seventies, the prime of my life!"

"So I sought help from Young Master Tianji and joined his top-ranked martial arts class. Under his guidance, I successfully combined the sword and saber and created this brand-new weapon."

Dugu Yihe drew the long sword, or rather, the long saber, from his waist.

This weapon is neither a knife nor a sword; it is a combination of both.

There is a curve in the middle of the blade, and at the end of the blade, there are two sharp protrusions, one straight and one curved, forming a strange aesthetic.

Does this weapon have a name?

Even Ximen Chuixue was moved by it.
What courage and determination it takes for a swordsman, a top master, to abandon his original weapon!

"The so-called Dugu Nine Swords, nine represents the ultimate, but I hope I can surpass the ultimate."

Dugu Yihe pointed at the enemy from afar, his expression stern.

"Therefore, this weapon is named -- Wuji!"

(End of this chapter)