The number one rebel of the Great Wu

rub!

Xiao Yun slowly stood up.

The sword placed next to the prayer mat trembled slightly and flew into his hand on its own.

The blade trembled slightly, and a sword intent spread out.

This was his signal to blow snow down the mountain.

Then, the two people inside the room vanished in a flash.

Inside the palace.

On a huge marble plaza.

The palace guards surrounded them, with Zheng Jing standing to the south and Shen Tianying to the north.

Xiao Yun, holding his sword and squinting, stood in the square waiting.

Outside the palace, a figure raced swiftly across the rooftops like a black lightning bolt, arriving in the blink of an eye.

"Whoosh!"

Snowflakes fluttered down the mountain, and figures leaped through the air.

The wind made his wide robes flutter loudly.

With two crisp sounds of wooden clogs, he landed three meters in front of Xiao Yun.

"Having traveled a long way, we don't need to rest; we'll get right to work."

"If word gets out, people will think that I, as the host, haven't taken good care of them."

Xiao Yun did not open his eyes, remained motionless, and seemed not to have even moved his lips.

The sound, however, resounded all around.

I dream of fighting you.

"My knife has waited far too long."

"This little bit of energy expenditure is nothing to worry about."

"Old man, if I were to rest, I fear the world would say I'm taking advantage of my age!"

Even when blowing snow on the mountain, he wouldn't allow it.

From the moment they met, the two exuded a strong fighting spirit.

The two sword intents collided in mid-air; though invisible, they produced a sword-like sound, like a billiard ball.

"Pfft."

Xiao Yun smiled faintly.

"Fine, I'd like to see who's stronger between you and your master."

Xiao Yun beckoned with his finger.

The longsword flew out with a whoosh and hovered vertically in front of Xiao Yun, as if an invisible hand was holding it firmly.

Then, with a flash of sword light, the longsword mysteriously split into nine, forming a circle that protected it within.

Yamashiro Fubuki immediately took a step forward, placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, and leaned forward.

The momentum to draw the sword is brewing.

The battle between the two seemed imminent.

Meanwhile, the imperial guards standing at least a hundred meters away were already sweating profusely and their hearts were racing.

A duel between masters—they had never seen anything like it before!

"Whoosh!"

A soft sound.

The figure blowing snow on the mountain vanished from the spot.

A flash of cold light appeared before Xiao Yun, and a blade was already slashing down.

Strangely, while the blade of light was visible to almost everyone, the figure of the person blowing snow on the mountain was nowhere to be seen.

"Buzz!"

The longsword in front of Xiao Yun trembled, shifting by only an inch.

He easily blocked the blade's flash.

Behind him, three swords seemed to be summoned, rising into the air and piercing straight towards the sun.

In the blinding sunlight, a dark shadow plummeted straight down like a missile.

Snowflakes on the mountain were hidden in the light, and a vertical slash came down from the sky.

Clang!

Three crisp sounds.

Xiao Yun's sword was deflected, and by the time the blade came down, its sword intent had weakened considerably.

Xiao Yunren remained motionless in the same spot.

He didn't even open his eyes.

He simply raised his hand and pointed a finger upwards.

Snowflakes on the mountain were sent flying, sword and all.

"this one?"

Xiao Yun asked calmly.

Last time he made a move, he didn't even bring his sword, yet he unleashed the Limitless Sword Intent.

At his level, he no longer needs a sword; every part of his body has become one with the sword.

Palms, fingers, hair, clothes.

Even a glance, a breath.

He himself is the sword.

"Before taking action, you naturally need to warm up first."

"If we don't use you as a warm-up, are we supposed to use those pigs and dogs?"

Snowflakes fell from the mountain, and he held a knife in both hands, the blade trembling slightly.

His tone, however, was extremely disrespectful.

Not only Xiao Yun, but also Shan Shang Chui Xue, Shen Tianying, and Zheng Jing, would probably disdain to lay a hand on these imperial city soldiers.

After all, these people are no different from a piece of paper in their hands.

"Warm-up, good."

"Then I'll warm up with you."

Xiao Yun finally opened his eyes and waved his hand.

The nine longswords around him immediately turned around, pointing their blades at the snow-covered mountain.

"Whoosh!"

The next second, one after another, like laser guns, they were fired.

Snowflakes on the mountain retreated quickly, sparks flying from the long sword in his hand.

One was cleaved away, and another followed.

The flying sword will circle in the air once before falling back down.

Endless!

All of this happened in an instant.

To the average person, their movements were so fast that they left afterimages.

The nine longswords were connected in a line, continuously blowing snow back up the mountain.

"Clang! Clang!"

The sounds of battle raging from all sides grew increasingly intense.

The snowstorm on the mountain was forced to retreat repeatedly by this frenzied attack.

Not embarrassed, but frustrated.

"That's enough!"

Suddenly, Yamashiro Fubuki let out a loud shout, unleashing a powerful sword intent that sent the nine longswords flying.

He then leaped into the air, slashing his knife through the air.

In that instant, the area where the blade touched seemed to collapse.

Immediately afterwards, the blade of light vanished into thin air!

"Whoosh!"

Xiao Yun suddenly took a step to the side.

The blade flashed eerily just three inches in front of him, almost grazing his nose.

Looking at the three stray hairs that drifted down in front of me.

Xiao Yun frowned, then immediately scoffed.

"Instantaneous Slash..."

"He's even a bit worse than your master."

"At least your master can reach me."

"Baka!"

Having been suppressed by the Nine Swords, Yamashiro Fubuki felt somewhat aggrieved.

This comment ignited his anger even more.

"That old man was defeated by you before you had even mastered the Limitless Sword Intent."

"He's a complete waste of space!"

"Comparing me to him is an insult!"

"Today, I will take your head!"

The snow blowing on the mountain shouted angrily.

He immediately unleashed an eighteen-hit combo in mid-air.

Eighteen sword lights rapidly condensed in the air, each as large as a pillar in the imperial palace, gleaming with an unusual light under the sunlight.

Eighteen arcs of light from the blades intertwined and formed a net, raining down from all directions.

The imperial guards standing on the path turned pale instantly!

"Hmph."

Xiao Yun gave a cold laugh.

He raised his right hand and made a sweeping motion in the air.

The moment the blade net made contact with Xiao Yun, it cracked open.

It was neither too wide nor too narrow, just enough for Xiao Yun to squeeze through.

"what!"

Seeing that Xiao Yun's control over sword intent far surpassed his own, Chui Xue on the mountain became even angrier.

With a tactile touch of his left hand, another short knife appeared in his grasp!

"Does this guy... actually have some skill?"

Zheng Jing watched from the side with a suspicious look on his face, and then couldn't help but ask Shen Tianying a question through telepathy.

"Those moves just now... weren't up to par at all."

"It doesn't seem too difficult for the two of us to take over."

"Our ancestors haven't moved an inch yet, nor have they launched an attack."

"Maybe... there's something fishy going on."

Shen Tianying was much more cautious.

If this guy were really that weak, Xiao Yun would have sent him to his grave with a single unleashed sword intent.

Why has it been delayed for so long?