Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

However, as a sharp and fast-attacking sword, the Red Thread Sword is best suited for dealing with the enemy's defensive posture.

As long as the sword moves are fast and ruthless enough, the enemy will quickly reveal their weaknesses under the fierce barrage of attacks. This allows you to exploit their vulnerabilities, break their stance, and defeat them with a killing move.

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Chapter Twenty-One: Swords Draw Blood

A breeze began to rise, stirring up the dust and creating a thin mist on the ground.

The girl's casually tied gray-black hair was stirred by the cool breeze, and the folds of her tight-fitting clothes rippled slightly.

In the sword-fighting arena, another man held a sword, his posture upright with his shoulders leaning forward, like an ancient tree rooted in the mountains.

He held the long sword steadily and freely, and there was no flaw in any of his footwork or movements, making his stance difficult to break.

Facing this person, Xi Heng simply held his sword, his eyes darting around as he observed the other's movements, trying to guess what kind of swordsmanship the other would use to attack or defend.

A cold wind blew by, and the two faced off for a long time.

Finally, Xi Heng stepped forward first, holding his sword in one hand and bracing it with the hilt in the other, and first used his most skilled rapier move to probe the enemy's chest.

Song remained calm and easily raised his sword to deflect the incoming attack.

As the two swords clashed, his longsword curved, sparks flying, and slashed down towards Xi Heng's guard, pressing down further.

"Qiang!"

In a short moment, Xi Heng found himself on the defensive.

Without a second thought, she immediately flicked her wrist and swung her sword to dodge the attack, then spun around and used a move called "Cuckoo's Cry of Blood" to strike the enemy's throat.

With a flash of red, the Green Pine Swordsman channeled his inner energy and blood, attempting to tilt his head back to dodge.

However, the Red Thread Sword's killing range is actually farther than the tip of the sword. Although the opponent dodged the throat, a bloody mark had already appeared on his chin.

The sword fight was unpredictable; before Xi Heng could even sheath her sword, her opponent's broadsword was already pressing down on her waist.

She immediately stepped back to dodge, but the incoming sword wind sliced ​​through her clothes at the waist like a fine or coarse iron scraper, leaving a hot, stinging pain on her skin.

Xi Heng held his breath to suppress the pain, took a few steps back, and looked at the other person.

During this probing, she had come to understand the nature of the enemy's sword techniques.

This person's stance is as steady as a rock, always ready to defend and counterattack... The Green Pine Sword is a sword that uses defense as offense.

The Red Thread Sword only attacks and does not defend, while the opponent uses defense as offense; the two seem to be mutually exclusive.

However, if the moves are sharp enough to force the opponent to defend without giving them any time to counterattack, then victory may be achieved slowly.

However, if you use offensive moves while your opponent uses defensive moves, you will definitely consume more of your internal energy and blood. If your energy and blood are exhausted, the battle situation will turn around and you will lose your edge.

Although Xi Heng had used the Deadly Technique three times, he was not sure if his blood and qi were enough to support him in using offensive moves to finish off his opponent's defensive moves. He had to use offensive moves to force out an opening, break the stance, and deliver a fatal blow.

To exhaust all your health points in a single round and unleash your most powerful moves and variations to defeat the enemy is clearly a high-stakes gamble.

If you defeat them, you can win with a killing move; otherwise, you will exhaust your strength and fall into defeat, with no other way out.

However, since it's already a life-or-death battle, there's no harm in taking one more gamble.

A hint of blood appeared in Xi Heng's eyes as he took a deep breath to gather his strength and circulate his qi and blood.

He twirled his sword and then thrust forward.

The enemy immediately parried with a diagonal slash, and the two swords collided, producing several sharp cries and trembling sounds.

Xi Heng then drew his sword, unleashing a burst of blood energy, and used the "Golden Needle Sees Blood" move to condense blood energy into a red thread that pierced his opponent.

Forced to retreat by the sword, Ying Mian Song stepped back, while Xi Heng reversed his sword stance, took a step forward, and unleashed a horizontal slash. Blood dripped onto the opponent's sinking sword block, creating a piercing, resonant sound.

After two full-force sword strikes, Xi Heng felt a slight pain in his tiger's mouth.

The enemy, having anticipated the sword strike, aimed the gleaming blade at her chest.

Xi Heng ignored him completely, as if he hadn't seen anything, and swung his sword forward again. A flash of light appeared, followed by a spurt of blood. The blade hadn't even pierced the enemy's shoulder before it was about to slice down towards his neck—

Yingmian Song hurriedly sheathed his sword to block, and another round of swords clashing rang out. Seeing the opening, Xi Heng immediately thrust his sword upwards again, and Yingmian Song could only continue to parry diagonally, unable to launch a counterattack.

She swung her longsword in a circular motion, the tip drawing a thin, bloody ring in the air, leaving numerous wounds on her enemy's upper arm.

The two swords clashed, creating a series of clanging sounds as silver sword shadows flashed and the sword techniques collided fiercely.

Xi Heng's internal energy and blood surged, and after more than a dozen moves, he completely suppressed his opponent.

Although she gained the upper hand and the advantage, and was even able to inflict many bloody wounds on her enemy, she still had not yet seen a true victory.

Xi Heng frowned slightly and deliberately paused before using his next move.

Seeing this opportunity, Song immediately counterattacked after blocking the sword – this was his instinctive reaction from years of sword practice.

At that moment, Xi Heng suddenly flipped over, channeling his energy to leap into the air. His body sprang up like an arrow, dodging the enemy's downward slash. Then, in mid-air, he swung his blade, aiming a slash at the enemy's neck.

"Treading the blade and drinking blood—" she uttered softly, and the cold light of the sword blade, carrying the aura of blood, flashed in the air.

Ying Mian Song's gaze sharpened, and he widened his eyes, trying to raise his sword to block again. But before he knew it, Xi Heng's right foot had kicked his sword directly.

This person's wrist was bound to slip, and that simple slip could cost him his life.

The red line of the sword tip sliced ​​across the neck, and the next instant, dark red blood oozed out.

After breaking through the enemy's defenses, Xi Heng concentrated his strength and kicked the enemy in the chest, then flew half a meter into the air before spinning and landing.

The force of his foot still lingered on the ground, crushing the stone bricks to pieces.

The martial artist from the Green Pine Sword Pavilion was sent flying several meters away, crashing to the ground with blood gushing from his mouth, nose, and neck. He opened his mouth but could no longer speak.

Xi Heng landed on the ground, glanced at his mortal enemy who had flown backward, then looked at his own sword, and felt a sense of absurdity.

"That's it?"

She was only grazed in the waist by the sword wind, while the enemy was covered in blood and died on the spot.

She had intended to use that sword strike just now as a test, and if it failed, she could follow up with other moves.

But in a life-or-death sword fight, the opponent couldn't defend against the sword strike, and his neck was slashed, turning him into a corpse instantly...

"The Ming Jin masters from other martial arts schools are nothing special after all. I thought they were so powerful."

The girl shook her head; it was over before she even had a chance to use her full strength, and she was even a little disappointed.

She flicked her sword to brush away the bloodstains, and after the battle, she slowly sheathed the gleaming silver sword.

He then turned around and looked at the onlookers beside the fencing arena.

The three people from Qingsong Sword Academy below were still stunned. Among the witnesses, some had complicated expressions, with disbelief in their eyes, while others seemed to have foreseen it all along and were quite nonchalant.

Zhang Luoyi clapped her hands lightly, as if she had already accepted the result.

However, she accepted it, but the people around her refused to.

"How dare you kill my Green Pine Sword disciple!" The deputy master of the Green Pine Sword stepped forward, his astonishment followed by a nameless rage.

"Kill me if you will. Didn't you say that we should decide who is superior and who is inferior, and who will live or die?" Xi Heng scoffed.

"Is he allowed to kill me, but I'm not allowed to kill him?"

"You!" The other party gripped the hilt of his sword, a chilling killing intent surging forth.

"Are you going to break your promise in front of everyone?" Xi Heng asked.

Meanwhile, Hong Miao, who had a gratified expression on her face, saw that the other party seemed about to draw his sword, so she also stepped onto the field to protect Xi Heng, and drew her sword, waiting for the other party to start the fight.

The master of Qingsong Sword Hall gritted his teeth and gripped the sword hilt tightly, staring at the two people on the stage for a few seconds before turning his head to look at the group of witnesses who had come to witness the event.

After Yingmian Song's death, the high-ranking members of various martial arts schools who came to witness the event all distanced themselves from Qingsong Sword Academy.

This scene caused the deputy curator's eyes to widen, his right hand gripping the sword to stiffen, as if he had suddenly realized something.

His expression shifted, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "You... are also targeting our Green Pine Sword Sect. If you win the challenge, you'll suppress the smaller sects together. If you lose, you'll take the opportunity to squeeze our Green Pine Sword Sect out of Jinshi City?"

“The deputy master is overthinking it. Most of us martial artists are straightforward and outspoken. How could we do such underhanded things?” The person from the Golden Sand Palm Martial Arts School shook his head in denial, looking at the other party with a helpless expression, as if he had really misunderstood.

The deputy master's face flushed red and then turned pale. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he still did not draw his sword. He let out a muffled groan and ordered the two uneasy and flustered martial artists following him to drag away their senior brother's body.

The people from the Green Pine Sword Hall left the Sword Academy first, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.

After this person left, the witnesses suddenly became very friendly, praising Xi Heng's extraordinary swordsmanship or admiring Hong Miao's dashing and heroic young spirit.

Not long after, the group left the Sword Academy together.

"Who are these people..." Xi Heng couldn't understand what was going on.

“They’re all people who have lost their martial spirit, petty scrambles for power and profit,” Hong Miao said.

"Oh……"

“However, since these people have already set their sights on us, we can’t just let it go like this.” The eldest sister changed the subject.

"What are you going to do? Go knock on their door?" Xi Heng asked with interest.

"Don't think about fighting and killing in everything." Hong Miao shook her head: "I just ask the government to pay more attention to the behavior of these people."

"Speaking of which, is it really as these people say, that our Sword Academy has some connections with the government?"

“The elder does indeed know the Lord of Jinshi City, but I don’t know the specifics.” Hong Miao waved her hand again: “The matter is over, go back and rest.”

Xi Heng agreed and glanced back at the pool of dark red blood on the stone slab in the sword-fighting arena.

As I started walking towards my residence, I heard Sister Hongmiao's voice coming from behind me.

"Also, thank you for today's matter."

Xi Heng turned around and saw her senior sister clasp her hands in a fist salute to her.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a gentle, even tender, smile on her senior sister's face. She paused for a few seconds before replying:

"You're the senior sister, and I'm the junior sister. That's only natural."

“Indeed.” Hong Miao chuckled a few times, shook her head, and put down the etiquette in her hands.

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Chapter Twenty-Two: External Affairs

After exchanging swordplay with other martial arts practitioners in the city, Xi Heng returned to his daily training.

Day after day, sunrise and sunset.

After that sword duel, Xi Heng gradually realized that the Red Thread Sword Technique was far superior to many other sword techniques.

At least compared to the Green Pine Sword Technique, the Red Thread Sword has a greater advantage in one-on-one duels.

My victory last time was not only because I seized the opportunity, but also because the Red Thread Sword was much stronger than my opponent's swordsmanship.

That's why she was able to kill an enemy whose martial arts level was no weaker than hers within a dozen or so moves.

Since then, Xi Heng has been convinced that the Red Thread Sword Technique, even if it is not among the most outstanding martial arts, is at least of a remarkable category.

Therefore, her enthusiasm for practicing swordsmanship increased slightly.

Daily practice of swordsmanship, meditation, and circulation of qi and blood passed by in this way.

The courtyard remained peaceful and quiet for the past two or three months, with no other martial arts schools coming to cause trouble.

However, despite the uneventful situation, there were some changes—the number of female apprentices coming to the Red Thread Sword Academy to practice martial arts had doubled, making the once quiet academy a bit more lively.

News of Xi Heng's defeat of the Qingsong Sword Hall disciple spread, and many of the new female disciples at the Sword Academy admired her.

The familiar calls of "Senior Sister" often surrounded me like the clear chirping of a nightingale at dawn, truly bringing me joy.

Xi Heng wasn't some aloof and cold beauty, so this feeling of being admired was quite new to her.

These new junior sisters often came to her for advice and questions. Because of her previous experience teaching Yan Hongji how to enter the internal energy realm, she was quite adept at teaching these new junior sisters.

In the past few months, Xi Heng seems to have truly integrated into the atmosphere of the Sword Academy. She often drinks tea and chats with other senior sisters, or plays around with many new junior sisters. She is leisurely and content every day, as if she is living in a paradise.

Senior Sister Hong Miao often comes over to offer guidance or chat. Ever since that incident where she challenged the dojo, their relationship has subtly improved.

So well, that one day while having tea together, Xi Heng was able to naturally ask a question that touched on his very soul:

"What is Senior Sister's greatest wish in this world?"

She had never been able to figure out her senior sister's personality, and was quite curious about it.

"Me?" Hong Miao chuckled, took a sip of tea, looked around at the unprecedentedly grand Sword Academy, and said naturally, "I have no wishes."

"No wishes?"

"Ever since the elder saved my life several years ago, my only wish in this life has been to spend the rest of my days with him," Hong Miao said casually.