Excessive ferocity due to caution

"Fan Qingxue!"

"I'm not exaggerating!"

"Ren Wudi has emerged from seclusion!"

"If you leave your mark here, he will surely follow the trail to find you!"

"Do you want to perish together with a filthy insect like me who lives in a dark corner?!"

When it came to a life-or-death moment, Master Qin disregarded his own dignity and kept belittling himself in an attempt to make Fan Qingxue have some reservations!

"You're using death to threaten someone who wants to die... Don't you find that ridiculous?"

A faint voice came from behind him, making Master Qin tremble.

He slowly turned his head around.

A middle-aged man with black hair flying in the wind stood not far behind him on a treetop that was about to break.

His eyes shone with confidence, and his whole being exuded an aura of invincibility!

Although the hair on her face was thick due to being secluded for too long, it was abundant but not messy.

When the wind blew, it even exuded a touch of elegance!

"Ren Wudi..."

Qin Ye's eyes were filled with extreme fear, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Outside the ancient cold cave of Yinxia Mountain, there are at least three to five thousand soldiers!

They were all elites of the Qi state, veterans of battle, skilled in combat, and exuding a fierce spirit. Their martial arts skills were extraordinary even in the martial arts world.

But these people couldn't even hold out against Ren Wudi for half a quarter of an hour?

Even if thousands of people were kneeling and beheading him, it would still take an hour, right?

Just what kind of devil is this invincible person?

The cold wind carried the strong smell of blood throughout the entire mountain forest.

It was mixed with a rustling sound.

The stubborn, withered leaves that remained in autumn eventually fell.

The nearly melted snowflakes were no longer in regular shape.

The moment his killing intent was unleashed, Master Qin finally turned around.

Thirteen snowflakes fell in front of the two of them.

It happens to be a straight line!

At that very moment, Fan Qingxue and Ren Wudi moved simultaneously!

The sword's edge reflects the sunlight.

The sword was stained with light snow.

It didn't have time to melt.

Those thirteen falling snowflakes were instantly killed by a sword in an invisible moment!

This sword strike, after the snow has cleared!

"What a fine sword!"

Ren Wudi gave it a big thumbs up.

Raise your hand,

He flicked Fan Qingxue's sword away with his fingertips.

A terrifying sword cry echoed out!

At the same time, Ren Wudi pointed another finger at Qin Ye's forehead, who was standing there dumbfounded!

He would never allow anyone else to kill the person he wanted to kill!

Just before Ren Wudi's fingertips touched Qin Ye's brow, they suddenly stopped.

He frowned.

The cold wind had not yet subsided.

Master Qin's eyes had already gone empty.

He...still died.

He died from that sword's cry.

and so……

Was it Fan Qingxue's sword that killed Master Qin, or was it Ren Wudi's flick of his sword that killed Master Qin?

"Young man, which school of thought do you follow?"

After a long while, Ren Wudi asked this question.

Fan Qingxue did not sheathe her sword, and the two looked at each other across the snow.

"Without a sect or faction."

Ren Wudi laughed:

No wonder.

"Thirty years ago, I slaughtered all the masters in the world, defeated all the philosophers of the Hundred Schools of Thought, and witnessed all the martial arts techniques of the Six Kingdoms, but I have never seen the sword you wield..."

"Not bad... your sword is very good."

Fan Qingxue did not respond; the long sword she gripped tightly seemed to tremble with excitement.

He looked at Ren Wudi with a cold and calm expression.

The area between his thumb and forefinger, where he gripped the sword, was already a bloody mess.

Just now, Ren Wudi's finger strike was so powerful that, across the entire six kingdoms, only a handful of people could withstand it!

Only by seeing it with your own eyes and feeling it firsthand can you understand why Ren Wudi is invincible!

Ren Wudi... how could he be invincible!

"Unfortunately... such a sword could only barely kill me thirty years ago."

Ren Wudi sighed with regret.

Not at all pretentious.

It's clear he's eager to lose.

Fan Qingxue took a step forward, her swordplay reaching its peak!

"So it seems you weren't much better thirty years ago."

Ren Wudi smiled slightly.

"I rarely have this much patience with someone."

"Stop."

"I'm willing to give you some time, and I hope that when you stand before me next time... you won't disappoint me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Qingxue drew her sword.

Sword Twelve.

Westward!

This sword was created seven years ago when he was exiled and ill at Xuanyan Temple.

The old monk rang the bell for him for twenty-four days.

The tolling of the bell on the 24th day later became Fan Qingxue's twelfth sword strike.

Sword drawn!

It is colorless and formless, without shadow or shape.

When the wind rises, the leaves fall; when the clouds press down, a sudden downpour begins.

At sunrise, a sharp glint cuts through three thousand miles of purple clouds; after the moon rises over the western mountains, only a chill remains.

Unparalleled in its mystery!

In this martial world, no one should be able to withstand this sword strike.

Unfortunately... the person opposite him was Ren Wudi.

The invincible Ren Wudi!

He waved his hand, seizing a sliver of possibility from the impossible, and also seizing the sword that Fan Qingxue could not withstand!

The sword's edge was only a hair's breadth away from his brow!

But in the end, the sword's power had been exhausted.

Ren Wudi exerted force in his palm.

Fan Qingxue's sword let out a mournful cry, and along with the scarlet blood from Ren Wudi's palm, it shattered into countless fragments!

The broken sword plunged into the snow, and Ren Wudi's figure vanished like the wind, leaving only a faint echo in the air.

"A small error can lead to a huge difference."

"Next time we meet, I hope you can bridge this tiny gap... and deliver a crushing defeat to me!"

P.S.: I'll take a break and continue writing.