Duke Lu's Mansion, Martial Arts Practice Field.
Cheng Yaojin took a lance from the weapon rack and said to Li Zexuan:
"The two axes from before were too heavy. I was afraid they would hurt you, so I will use this lance to spar with you. Boy, what weapon are you going to use? Go and pick one. "
Li Zexuan did not bring his sword with him, but even if he did, he was too embarrassed to use it because it was too sharp. Since he could not refuse this duel, Li Zexuan had no choice but to pick a long sword.
Isn't there a saying? Life is like that. Since you can't refuse it, then you should enjoy it. It just so happens that Li Zexuan needed some real combat experience to improve his martial arts.
This sword was slightly light in his hand, not as heavy as his Chasing Wind Sword, and not as sharp as his Chasing Wind Sword. However, it was still a good sword. Li Zexuan casually swung the sword a few times to get used to the weight of the sword.
Cheng Yaojin saw Li Zexuan's standard movements and his eyes lit up. He praised: "Hey, boy, you are also a sword master."
Li Zexuan's forehead was full of black lines. He almost cursed out loud. In his heart, he cursed: You are the one who is a sword master.
When Li Zexuan saw Cheng Yaojin practicing in the Martial Arts Practice Field, he knew that Cheng Yaojin's skills were not below his. He did not waste any time and poured his internal energy into the long sword. He took the initiative to attack. The first style of Taixuan Nine Swords, Ride the Wind. Li Zexuan held his sword and rode the wind.
Cheng Yaojin's pupils shrunk as he thought to himself, 'What a fast sword. Indeed, a great teacher produces a great disciple.' He put away his contempt and held his lance as he flew up to meet the enemy head-on. No matter how fast this sword was, he, Cheng Yaojin, would not retreat.
The sword and lance collided in the air, producing a sonorous sound of metal. Then, both of them were sent flying back. Cheng Yaojin was forced back two or three steps, while Li Zexuan was forced back ten steps. It was clear that in the first round of confrontation, Li Zexuan was completely defeated in terms of strength.
Li Zexuan was not discouraged. As soon as he landed and stabilized his body, the second style of Taixuan Nine Swords came right after. The sword in Li Zexuan's hand moved even faster, its trajectory like a flying dragon soaring in the sky. Carrying the remaining power of the first sword, Riding the Wind, its trajectory was like a flying dragon soaring in the sky, erratic.
Cheng Yaojin was also unable to predict the trajectory of the sword. He could only wield the lance in his hand in a vigorous manner, not allowing even a drop of water to leak out.
At this moment, Cheng Yaojin suddenly felt a chill behind his back. He immediately knew that something was wrong, but it was too late to turn around. He could only rely on his many years of experience in life and death battles to thrust the lance in his hand behind him with all his strength. A loud and clear sword hum could be heard from behind him. Li Zexuan's sword had been blocked.
Li Zexuan also knew that this was not enough to stop Cheng Yaojin. He immediately changed his move. The third style of Taixuan Nine Swords, Snow Treading, left no trace. Li Zexuan's footsteps constantly changed. He waved his sword in all directions. For a moment, only the sound of sword and lance clashing could be heard.
After more than ten attacks, Li Zexuan changed his move again. He used the fourth style of Taixuan Nine Swords, Wave Breaker.
Wave Breaker was furious. Li Zexuan's momentum changed. He stepped on the ground and his whole body soared into the air. He raised his long sword and bent his waist. His whole body bent into a circle. Then, he and his sword were like a large wheel with sharp blades. He spun rapidly. It was as if he was riding the wind and breaking the waves. He flew towards Cheng Yaojin.
Facing this ferocious and bizarre sword, Cheng Yaojin turned pale with fright. He no longer dared to hold back. Both of his feet fiercely stomped on the ground, causing the martial arts stage to rumble. Cheng Yaojin also soared into the sky, using his horse lance as a battle axe. He used the flying axe to attack Li Zexuan.
The two collided fiercely in the air. It was like a comet hitting the earth. The rumbling sound spread throughout the Cheng mansion.
The sword and lance separated upon contact. The two were once again sent flying. The difference was that this time, Cheng Yaojin retreated five steps before stabilizing himself. Li Zexuan only retreated eight steps before stabilizing himself.
Li Zexuan used four swords in succession. The power stacked layer by layer. In terms of strength, the gap between him and Cheng Yaojin became smaller and smaller.
After stabilizing himself, Li Zexuan did not stop. Using the power of the first four swords, he continued to use the fifth sword of the Nine Taixuan Swords, Absolute Dust. After fighting for so long, he could see that Cheng Yaojin was a master. Even if he was not in his prime, he could still block his sword. Therefore, he used the fifth sword with all his strength.
The sword was bleak and cold. The cold light at the tip of the sword emitted a bright light. This sword, Absolute Dust, arrived in a flash.
Cheng Yaojin had fought for many years, but he had never seen such a fast sword. He roared. Relying on his many years of battle experience, he predicted the direction. Using all his strength, he fiercely smashed the lance in his hand towards the sword tip.
Suddenly, the stage was filled with smoke and dust.
After a while, the smoke and dust dispersed. The two people in the stage were standing facing each other. However, the lance was broken and the sword tip was damaged. Both sides were injured.
Cheng Chumo was below the stage. Since Li Zexuan used the first sword, his mouth had not closed. He had judged that Li Zexuan's martial arts were above his, but he did not expect that his martial arts would be so powerful. He could even fight his father to a standstill.
His father was a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles on the battlefield! People called him the Devil Incarnate! What kind of monster was this brother of his? He was younger than him by two years, but his martial arts were comparable to his father's.
Watching Li Zexuan's dazzling swordsmanship raining down like a torrential storm, his father was barely able to resist by relying solely on his advantage in strength and years of battle experience. No matter how stupid Cheng Chumo was, he knew that Li Zexuan's martial arts were not on the same level as his own. Li Zexuan had already begun to draw closer to the masters of the older generation.
Comparisons were odious. Cheng Chumo's little heart had received tens of thousands of blows.
"Haha, not bad, not bad. Little Xuan, you've reached the peak of Qi Transformation at such a young age. The younger generation will surpass us in time! I haven't had such a good fight in a long time, hahaha! "
Cheng Yaojin threw away the broken lance in his hand and laughed loudly. His laughter was so loud that it reached the clouds. He stepped forward and squeezed Li Zexuan's shoulder, sighing with emotion.
In this battle, Li Zexuan had used his full strength for the first time. He had also fought to his heart's content. He threw the sword in his hand into the weapon rack and wiped the sweat off his face. He modestly said to Cheng Yaojin:
"Uncle Cheng is too kind. Thank you for holding back. Otherwise, this nephew would not have been able to last until the end."
He was right. If Cheng Yaojin had used his full strength from the beginning, he would not have had the chance to use these five swords. After all, there was an absolute gap in strength.
In the end, he was able to tie with Cheng Yaojin. On one hand, Cheng Yaojin was old and definitely not as strong as he was in his prime. On the other hand, he relied entirely on the mysteries of the Nine Taixuan Swords. Every move was linked and the power was constantly superimposed.
Cheng Yaojin laughed and waved his hand: "If I say you're strong, then you're strong. What's there to be modest about? You're too hypocritical. Young people should be arrogant. Don't be like those old scholars who are sour. "
What else could Li Zexuan say? These words could be said by Cheng Yaojin, but he could not say it himself. He was also very helpless. He could only bow and accept the advice: "Uncle Cheng is right."
Cheng Yaojin sighed in admiration: "Your swordsmanship is exquisite. On the battlefield, I have always liked to use my strength to defeat ten people. No matter who the opponent is, I'll smash them to death with an axe. I didn't expect that when you fully used this sword move, the power that erupted would not lose to mine.
It's not easy for you to cultivate to the Qi Transformation Realm at such a young age. I never expected that you would be able to fight a Great Master with your Qi Transformation Realm cultivation. You really are worthy of being the disciple of an immortal. I, Cheng Yaojin, am completely convinced by Priest Spirit Void. "
Li Zexuan bowed and cupped his fists: "Uncle Cheng is too serious. How can my insignificant martial arts compare to Uncle Cheng's? My master also praised Uncle Cheng's courage and loyalty when he was alive. He often mentioned you in front of this nephew."
Cheng Yaojin's expression shook, and he asked urgently: "What? You're saying that Priest Spirit Void has passed away? "
He had heard from Cheng Chumo that Li Zexuan had taken Spiritual Master Spirit Void as his master when he was young, but he really did not know that he had passed away. Hearing this, he was extremely shocked.
Li Zexuan's expression also darkened, and he replied: "My master passed away three months ago from Mount Longhu."
Hearing this, Cheng Yaojin's expression was complicated. He pinched his beard and sighed heavily: "I didn't expect that even an immortal like Priest Spirit Void would not be able to escape death. Alas …"
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