The number one rebel of the Great Wu

"Boom!"

The next second, the figure was in front of him almost instantly.

Snowflakes slid down the mountain, stepping on the stone slabs beneath their feet and crushing them, leaving a deep ravine.

He held a samurai sword in his hand, holding it horizontally in front of his chest.

Having withstood Xiao Yun's attack, his katana was still humming.

"Not bad, kid. You can stay calm even when you're this close to me."

At this moment, the two were no more than half a meter apart.

Because he had been fighting all along, his body was now surging with sword energy. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have wet their pants in fear at such close range.

Chen Changgeng remained standing still.

Shan Shang Chui Xue slightly tilted her head, her sharp gaze sweeping towards Chen Chang Geng.

Indeed, Chen Changgeng sensed the sharp sword aura emanating from Yamagami Fubuki.

Now the skin on his face feels like it's being scraped with a knife.

But why aren't you afraid?

It's because even knowing the opponent is a master, even if a single strike could send you to your death.

But seeing that standard Japanese attire, an inexplicable anger welled up in Chen Changgeng's heart.

afraid?

Right now, he really wanted to fly up and kick him in the butt.

In his previous life, he had witnessed countless revolutionary martyrs wielding demon-slaying swords, facing the dark muzzles of Japanese guns, yet they were never afraid.

If Chen Changgeng felt even the slightest bit of fear at that moment, he would slap himself a few times when he got back.

But that's just how it is.

Chen Changgeng stared wide-eyed as he met the gaze of Chuishue on the mountain.

This also allowed the other party to sense the unyielding spirit and killing intent in Chen Changgeng's eyes.

"murderous look……"

"You actually dare to threaten me!"

The snow blowing on the mountain scoffed.

"We've never met before, how can you hate me so much?"

"This hatred... seems to be no less than the hatred I feel for that old man."

The snow blowing on the mountain naturally refers to Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun defeated his master, forcing his master to commit suicide by seppuku after returning to Japan.

This caused their entire sect to suffer decades of contempt and criticism.

How could he not hate?

However, this kind of thing can only happen in Japan.

If they were in each other's shoes, and Chen Changgeng were the defeated sword saint, how could he possibly commit suicide over something like this?

So what if I lost a fight? I'm the best in the world. Who are you mortals to criticize me?

The Japanese do sometimes think differently from normal people.

And the same brain circuitry also manifested at this moment.

Snowflakes on the mountain slowly rose to their feet, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in their eyes.

The knife in his hand seemed ready to strike.

"Although I don't know why you hate me so much."

"But I know that with such a huge hatred from you, you will definitely become an obstacle for me in the future."

"Today, I will kill you!"

"Sizzle!"

Seemingly influenced by the murderous intent emanating from the snowstorm on the mountain, the sword in his hand trembled slightly.

Chen Changgeng was taken aback.

Damn it! You're bullying me, have you no shame?

Just as he was about to activate his protective aura, a cold snort came from behind him.

"He was fighting me, yet he still had time to talk to others."

"Looks like I have no choice but to get serious!"

In the distance, another black dot drifted in the sky.

It was naturally Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun simply raised his hand and pointed lightly.

A sharp sword intent shot out instantly.

Sensing the murderous aura behind him, Yamashiro Fubuki immediately turned around and struck with his sword.

The two had been fighting back and forth, with neither side showing overwhelming strength.

But this time it's different.

The sword intent rushed towards them, and Shan Shang Chui Xue swung his sword to defend.

There was a crisp clang.

The samurai sword in Yamagami Fubuki's hand was instantly broken in two.

The unstoppable sword intent continued its advance, piercing through the snow-covered arrowhead on the mountain with a resounding boom.

A bloody hole the size of an egg suddenly appeared!

Shan Shang Chui Xue let out a muffled groan, rolled to the side, and turned his head to see that Chen Chang Geng had already run away to who knows where.

After a flash of annoyance in his eyes, he looked up again at Xiao Yun in the distance.

"Finally, you're going to show some real skills!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Yamashiro Fubuki raised his left hand, made a hand seal in front of his chest, then quickly flipped it over and shouted.

"Amaterasu Technique!"

The next second, a blinding white light suddenly burst forth from Yamagami Fubuki's body.

The arm, which had been limp and hanging down due to the shoulder wound, was raised again.

"Have you summoned a deity?"

Chen Changgeng, who was hiding in the distance, was shocked to see that Chuixue on the mountain was now shrouded in a phantom.

When he looked up again, Shan Shang Chui Xue had already stepped out, her feet treading on the void, approaching Xiao Yun step by step.

"Oh?"

"No wonder you had the guts to come looking for revenge."

"So you've already mastered the Amaterasu Technique to this level."

Xiao Yun's eyes still held disdain.

With a wave of his hand, an incredibly pure stream of true energy condensed directly into a sword.

With a swift movement, he charged forward like an arrow released from a bow.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of swords clashing rang out one after another in the arena, and in the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged countless blows.

No one could clearly see the two men's movements; all that could be seen was the intense sword intent surging through the arena.

The sword energy leaking from that radiance, even after flying hundreds of meters, would slice through the palace walls as easily as cutting tofu.

"Retreat again!"

Xiao Jingtian stared at the scene and quickly gave the order.

The palace guards who were originally guarding this place immediately retreated another hundred meters.

"That's strange, where's that guy?"

After glancing around, Xiao Jingtian couldn't find Chen Changgeng anywhere.

Given his status, it's highly unlikely he would go looking for it himself right now.

Despite his doubts, he could only refocus his attention on the field.

Meanwhile, Chen Changgeng had already sneaked along the wall to the other side of the battlefield between the two.

"Wow, that scared me to death."

"I almost lost my life here."

Chen Changgeng patted his chest, still shaken.

He knew that when the snow began to fall on the mountain, it was because he truly intended to kill him.

"Luckily, that old man Xiao Yun intervened in time, remembering what happened last time when you randomly stuffed true energy into my body."

"I'm magnanimous, I won't hold it against you!"

Chen Changgeng looked up at the marble steps just ten meters away.

Go up from here, and you'll find the collapsed main hall of the Great Wu Kingdom.

The spot Chen Changgeng chose had a large opening in it, making it easy for him to crawl in.

Given the current situation, there is definitely no one left in the main hall.

The timing is perfect!

Chen Changgeng took a deep breath, dove forward, and rolled into the hole with lightning speed.

We've finally entered the main hall!

They thought that the battle between the two had caused the main hall to collapse, leaving only ruins and rubble.

Fortunately, the dragon throne was located relatively far back and was blocked by the collapsed beam. Although it was damaged, it was not crushed.

That saves me some trouble!