From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

Lin Pingzhi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Then, instead of retreating, he advanced, his long sword turning into a cold light as it pierced straight at Mu Gaofeng's wrist!

This sword strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

It is the first move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords – "Serpent Probing the Cave"!

Mu Gaofeng never expected that this seemingly naive boy would have such a cunning and fierce swordsmanship, and that he would completely disregard his own safety and directly attack his vital points.

If he didn't withdraw his attack, his wrist would be pierced. In a great shock, he had no choice but to forcibly withdraw his attack and take a step back in a sorry state.

However, Lin Pingzhi pressed his advantage relentlessly, his sword strikes following closely behind. The tip of his sword trembled and instantly transformed into three cold stars, targeting Mu Gaofeng's throat, heart, and dantian—three vital points, like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone, extremely ruthless!

The second move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords – "Three Star Soul Stealing"!

Upon seeing this, Mu Gaofeng's hair stood on end. He had roamed the northern frontier for many years, but had never seen such a bizarre and ruthless sword technique before? This was no ordinary martial arts move; it was clearly a martial art meant to kill each other!

At that moment, he no longer cared about his seniority. He wielded his iron crutch like a windmill, desperately blocking the attacks. However, this novice swordsman, with just two sword moves, forced him into a state of chaos and danger!

"Good lad!"

Mu Gaofeng was both shocked and furious, only then realizing just how terrifying the swordsmanship taught by the calm and collected young man beside him was.

Lin Pingzhi himself was increasingly surprised as the battle progressed, which then turned into ecstasy and confidence. He never expected that the Thirteen Deadly Swords passed down by Brother Meng would be so powerful!

Facing a master like Mu Gaofeng, he had already gained the upper hand with just two sword moves. He let out a long roar and his sword momentum became even faster. The third move, "Rainbow Piercing the Sun," was already poised to be unleashed.

However, Mu Gaofeng is a formidable figure who has been famous in the northern frontier for many years, and his reputation is well-deserved.

After the initial shock subsided, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes. Seeing Lin Pingzhi's third sword move about to be unleashed and at the height of his power, he hardened his heart and disregarded the cost, pouring all his inner strength into the iron staff in his hand!

"Break it for me!"

With a loud shout, the iron staff, accompanied by a muffled whooshing sound, clashed head-on with Lin Pingzhi's prepared sword with the force of a thunderbolt.

"clang--!"

A deafeningly loud bang!

Lin Pingzhi felt an irresistible, immense force surging along the sword.

In an instant, his tiger's mouth split open, and he could no longer hold onto the long sword, which flew out of his hand.

Mu Gaofeng grinned maliciously, and with the iron staff still in motion, he turned and aimed straight for Mu Gaofeng's vital chest.

At this critical moment, a green shadow, like a ghost, darted between the two!

A flash of cold light appeared, and a sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor, arriving first despite being behind, carrying a chilling killing intent, and aimed straight at Mu Gaofeng's throat.

That sword strike was too fast! Too dangerous! Too ruthless!

If Mu Gaofeng doesn't defend, even if he can kill Lin Pingzhi with one palm strike, he himself will have his throat pierced by this sword.

Terrified, he twisted his body and forcefully swung back the iron staff that was striking Lin Pingzhi, barely managing to deflect the deadly cold light.

"Clang!"

Metal clashed, sparks flew!

Taking advantage of the moment, Meng Fei pulled Lin Pingzhi, who was staggering backward and had a pale face, behind him.

"Brother Meng... Brother Meng, I..."

Lin Pingzhi was panting heavily, his face still showing the fear and lingering dread of surviving a disaster. His eyes were filled with gratitude and dependence as he looked at Meng Fei's back.

"Pingzhi, don't worry about it," Meng Fei said without turning his head, his voice remaining calm as ever.

"Senior Mu is a master who has been famous for many years and has profound skills. You are a beginner and you have been able to force him to this point, which is enough to show your talent and hard work. You did very well in the first two moves, but the third move was stagnant. You will need to study it more in the future."

Then, his gaze settled on Mu Gaofeng, who was looking bewildered and adjusting his inner energy.

"Now, look carefully."

Having said that, Meng Fei held his long sword and slowly walked forward. His steps were not fast, but they had a rhythm. With each step, his aura became more and more concentrated. When he was about ten feet away from Mu Gaofeng, he was like a peerless and ferocious sword about to be drawn from its sheath, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"Senior Mu, please—"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Fei's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, a sword light that was even more dazzling, faster, and more terrifying than before suddenly appeared in front of Mu Gaofeng's chest!

It was the first move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, "Spirit Serpent Probing the Cave," but when Meng Fei used it, its speed, angle, and ruthlessness surpassed Lin Pingzhi's by more than ten times.

Mu Gaofeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he roared wildly, wildly waving his iron staff to protect himself completely.

"Ding!"

The sword tip struck the staff with a crisp sound. Before he could change his move, the sword light, like a leech, suddenly split into three, covering his upper, middle, and lower vital points—"Three Stars Soul Stealing"!

The three swords arrived almost simultaneously, their trajectories unpredictable and erratic, as if they had already calculated all his escape routes.

"Ding! Ding!"

Mu Gaofeng exerted all his strength, his iron staff turning into a gray shadow, barely managing to deflect two sword lights. However, the third sword had already torn through his clothes under his ribs, leaving a trail of blood beads.

Startled and breaking out in a cold sweat, Mu Gaofeng immediately retreated.

However, Meng Fei's swordplay was like the Yangtze River, continuous and unending, and the third move, "Rainbow Piercing the Sun," was already upon him.

This sword strike was devoid of any fancy moves; it simply concentrated all his energy, spirit, and killing intent into a single point at the tip of the sword, transforming it into a long rainbow that pierced straight into Mu Gaofeng's throat.

"Ding ding ding—!"

Mu Gaofeng wielded his iron staff flawlessly, desperately trying to block this seemingly simple yet terrifying sword strike.

The sound of metal clashing was like rain pattering on banana leaves, rising in rapid succession. Meng Fei's sword flashed like a bolt of lightning, and the three sword techniques had become a seamless whole in his hands.

It may seem like only three moves, but in an instant, it evolves into endless killing intent. Each sword strike is aimed at the slightest flaw and opening in Mu Gaofeng's moves.

"Screech!" "Screech!" "Screech!"

In the blink of an eye, several blood flowers bloomed on Mu Gaofeng's chest, shoulders, and arms. His famous iron staff could not keep up with the ghostly sword light at all, and he could only awkwardly parry and retreat repeatedly.

At this moment, Mu Gaofeng was utterly terrified!

The young man's swordsmanship was so precise, efficient, and ruthless that he knew he would lose his life sooner or later if he continued like this.

At the critical moment of life and death, a wild and resolute madness flashed in Mu Gaofeng's eyes. He let out a fierce roar and did not dodge or avoid the sword that Meng Fei was thrusting at his left shoulder. Instead, he poured all his internal energy into his right arm, swung his iron staff in a wide arc, and smashed it hard at Meng Fei's head with the intention of causing mutual damage.

Meng Fei frowned slightly, but his sword stance remained unchanged; he merely shifted his body slightly.

"Pfft!"

The longsword pierced Mu Gaofeng's left shoulder with precision.

Almost simultaneously, with a muffled "bang," the iron staff grazed Meng Fei's forehead, the strong wind from the staff severing several strands of his hair and leaving a bloody scratch on his cheek.

Mu Gaofeng grunted, taking advantage of the momentum of the sword and the moment when Meng Fei's body was slightly sluggish while dodging, he kicked off the ground with his right foot and flew backward rapidly. At the same time, he threw three bone-piercing nails with his left hand, aiming them at Meng Fei's face.

Meng Fei swung his sword to knock away the poisoned nails. When he looked up again, Mu Gaofeng's figure was already several dozen feet away. In a few leaps, he disappeared into the forest, leaving only an extremely venomous roar echoing in the wind: "Boy! Mountains may not move, but water will. I will remember this grudge!"