This place was really close to the carriage, the small hill beside it was just three hundred feet high. Xuanyuan Yiren jumped up and reached the top of the small hill. Then, the situation below entered her eyes.
Her almond-shaped eyes instantly constricted. She was startled and stood rooted to the spot. All of a sudden, she forgot how she should react.
At this moment, what entered her field of vision was only the eye-catching sword in mid-air. That calm and confident person who was as elegant as a celestial!
The sword shadow was only three feet, the sword energy was only seven feet. However, when the sword slashed down, it seemed to fill up heaven and earth. It was ethereal and nimble, its trajectory indiscernible.
A few words flashed across Xuanyuan Yiren's mind. At this moment, only these two words could describe what she was feeling!
— — This sword strike was marvelous beyond compare! It was really stunning!
"This is Zong Shou? How is that possible, isn't he a dual meridian body and doesn't have internal energy? How could he use such a sword … "
Such a sword technique, even in the Pill Fountain Sect, those top talented senior brothers, she had never seen them use it!
Even the seniors of the sect didn't have such a level of spirituality!
Her eyes were filled with shock as she muttered to herself in disbelief. Li Yunniang followed closely behind and jumped onto the small hill. He glanced down with a complicated expression on his face.
"Little Miss, that day the prince said that he killed Deceitful Sword Ren Qianchou and Hundred Thousand Blood Killer Li Yaling. Those words are actually true. Li Yaling really died in his hands. He killed Deceitful Sword Ren Qianchou in less than three breaths … "
Xuanyuan Yiren's body shook once more. All of a sudden, her mind was in chaos, totally blank. Only a broken memory surged out from the depths of her mind.
"… I, Zong Shou, am an indomitable spirit, why would I need a girl to protect me? Yesterday in the back courtyard, you should have sensed it. In Miss Xuanyuan's opinion, how many people below the Martial Ancestor Realm are my opponents? "
"Who else can it be? Apart from me, who else here can kill them — "
"Miss, if one day you discover that Crown Prince Zong Shou isn't a cripple like everyone thinks, but a young genius who is even stronger than the Hundred Thousand Blood Killer Li Yaling, you'll know that he's a genius. To him, those people who wanted to kill him were like ants and weeds, jumping clowns. They were not worth mentioning. Miss, what will you do? "
Short sentences kept appearing in his mind. Xuanyuan Yiren couldn't help but bite down on her lower lip.
It was true, those words were actually true. Her nails dug into her flesh. It was very painful! His lower lip was also hurting and bleeding. She was really in reality.
Li Yaling was really killed by Zong Shou, and the person in front of her, who had used a sword that looked like a flying immortal, was really Zong Shou.
That unreal feeling of being in a trance immediately disappeared. In her impression, the youth who couldn't cultivate but was determined, kind, and a little wasteful. In an instant, he merged with the figure in front of her who could make all the geniuses in Donglin Cloud Continent feel ashamed. There was no difference at all.
In Xuanyuan Yiren's chest, an indescribable feeling rose up.
Was it joy? Was it happiness? Was it sadness? Was it excitement? Was it embarrassment? Was it shame?
Xuanyuan Yiren was unable to differentiate, only feeling all sorts of emotions, complicated.
Hu Qianqiu squinted, raising his head and looking into the sky. His gaze was also lost, but he was captivated by that sword image, filled with surprise and praise. His eyes were also filled with seriousness for the first time.
"What a good attacking person, able to move the nine heavens! This sword is truly untraceable! Amazing … "
With his Xuanwu ancestor realm, he didn't dare to take it head-on, instantly retreating a hundred feet. Only when Zong Shou's sword attack weakened did he move forwards, waving his knife and slashing down!
The knife and sword intersected, but they didn't collide, brushing past one another.
The tens of strikes were like that, continuously and dangerously intersecting. It was like under the moonlight, two people dancing with their own knives and swords, totally unrelated to one another. However, looking at the knife and sword attacks, there was only a slight deviation, and his head would be sliced in half.
Zong Shou's eyes didn't even blink. Hu Qianqiu was even more excited, his face flushed red, like he was enjoying it and enjoying it.
In the eyes of the people around, it was a different feeling. Hu Qianqiu's knife was wide open, simple and clean, extremely overbearing. Zong Shou's sword seemed to be even more exquisite. The sword light was illusionary, stabbing over from the most unbelievable angles, making one unable to grasp it. However, it didn't have the weird aura of that deceitful sword. It was extremely nimble, floating and changing with ease.
It was like each sword contained the essence of the sword path, sword rhythm, sword strength, sword intent, all of it was complete.
Just as he was engrossed in it, he suddenly felt that not far away from him, there was a similar aura that suddenly charged up. Everyone looked over in shock, only to see that Chu Xue was looking at Zong Shou's sword in delight, her brows dancing. The aura on her body was also appearing and disappearing, it was also extremely nimble, like it was about to fly.
These people were all really smart people, and with just a thought, they understood the meaning of Zong Shou's words.
Those who were good at attacking would be able to move the nine heavens. The sword intent of that sword was most probably suitable for this girl, and it had the meaning of giving her pointers.
Zong Yuan couldn't help but feel jealous in his heart. Not breaking through to Xiantian and being able to comprehend the aura of the martial path, who knows what level this girl would reach in the future? Anyways, she would be stronger than him …
He didn't dare to be distracted for too long, muttering to himself as he focused on the intense battle.
That place was filled with wind, knife energy shooting all around, sword energy sweeping all around, extinguishing the bonfire.
However, at this moment, the sky was slowly turning bright. Rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone down from the east, causing the knife light to become more and more eye-catching.
Just as the aura of the knife and sword swelled to the extreme, becoming more and more exciting, Hu Qianqiu sighed regretfully once more.
"The prince's true energy is in a mess, how about we use this move to decide the victor?"
"Okay!"
The vital energy in Zong Shou's chest and abdomen surged. He was unable to speak, so he simply agreed. Then, that sword light suddenly exploded out, lightning flashing, thousands of blade shadows sweeping over. This time, it was a different style, totally unafraid of clashing with Hu Qianqiu's seven foot tiger king knife. All of the power was concentrated and condensed again and again, then condensed again and again. Then, when the knife and sword clashed, it suddenly exploded out.
As for the saber shadows and sword lights, they became several times faster in an instant. It was so fast that it exceeded the limits of everyone's vision, making it hard for them to see.
However, Zong Shou's sword was like a flower, when it bloomed to its brightest, it started to fade.
"Ding!"
A deafening ring as Zong Shou's body flew backwards. He seemed to have lost all his strength, unable to support himself. He shook and swayed, only using his sword to support himself from falling. Fresh blood seeped out from the corner of his lips.
However, there was no pain in his eyes. Instead, it was filled with satisfaction after going all out.
As for Hu Qianqiu, he stood solemnly with his knife. He seemed to be stunned as he stared at the sleeve of his right hand.
Just as everyone didn't know what was going on, they saw a piece of cloth slowly fall off and land on the ground.
All of a sudden, the area around the two carriages was dead silent. Everyone was silent at that moment, like they had lost the ability to speak.
Only after tens of breaths did Hu Qianqiu laugh out maniacally, filled with joy and excitement, "Lost, what a good loss! Today's battle was so satisfying, so satisfying! So I, Hu Qianqiu, underestimated the prince. Is this your sword? Unparalleled! Ten years later, no, in just seven years, your sword will be invincible! "
When he said that, Hu Qianqiu swept out with his knife. That knife was really sudden. Everyone was just able to blink their eyes when that thousand foot long vast knife energy was already beside Zongling.
It pretty much brushed past Zongling's body and swept behind him, smashing Feng Xiao who was retreating as well as those few xiantian experts.
Blood and meat splattered, numerous blood droplets splattering everywhere. Instantly, half of Zongling's body was dyed red. He didn't move at all. However, he did not move at all. His eyes had lost focus as he stared blankly into the distance. He did not even dare to wipe his eyes.
"You are really quick to react! However, in front of me, you still want to escape? Who asked you to be arrogant in front of me? If you have the ability, then be arrogant for me to see! "
Hu Zhongyuan's eyelids twitched, but he didn't say anything to persuade him. Since three months ago, his old man had been suppressing his anger for a long time. He had also suppressed it numerous times in Gantian Mountain. At this moment, he knew that he didn't need to suppress it anymore, exploding out. Naturally, it couldn't be stopped, and he could use all sorts of methods.
Their iron tiger race needed to use the heads of these few people to show their stance in front of the prince.
If he wanted to blame someone, he could only blame that Zongling was unlucky. At this moment, Hu Qianqiu was like a human shaped typhoon, and even he didn't dare to offend him.
Speaking of which, this Zongling really made one hate him. He didn't have any real ability, so why did he act like a big shot?
Like their prince, his sword skills were high, unparalleled in the world, but he knew how to be low profile. However, wasn't he a little too low profile …
Just as he was thinking about that, Hu Zhongyuan saw a cold gaze sweep over. It was Hu Qianqiu. His heart couldn't help but jump, and his mood instantly sunk to the bottom. He knew his father's methods the best. He was extremely violent, and he wouldn't be able to avoid a painful beating.
Zong Yuan laid on the ground, revealing a teasing expression. He knew that the situation would be like this.
That Zongling was most probably crying in his heart. Who was the dumb one out of all these people?
However, in his heart, he didn't have any intention of gloating. He didn't have the heart to think about the martial path that he comprehended just now.
When that Zong Shou had the time, he would probably be dead, right?
Xuanyuan Yiren stood on the mountain peak in a daze, her jade-like hands tightly clenched.
… He won, he was actually able to beat Hu Qianqiu by half a move. Even if the latter had restricted most of his true qi, and didn't have the strength of a martial ancestor to fight with Zong Shou, his martial path attainments couldn't be faked … If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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