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"Bi Lu … It's you!" Shentu Wudi frowned as he looked at the two swordsmen who had just walked in.
"Brother Shentu, long time no see." A swordsman about 30 years old on the left said with a chuckle, "I just came from White Water Commandery. I heard that Brother Shentu is the host of this year's Sword Technique Conference in Jinsha Commandery. We can exchange swordsmanship and discuss. Brother Shentu didn't even send me an invitation. That's really rude."
How rude of you. "Bi Lu's words were clear and logical. Shentu Wudi frowned as he had some conflicts with Bi Lu. As for the swordsman beside him, half of his face was covered by his long hair. The other half of his face was cold and indifferent. His eyes were deep and cold as if they contained a hundred years of ice. There was a kind of emptiness and coldness in his eyes.
"Even if I didn't invite you, you still came here." Shentu Wudi said indifferently. He then looked at the indifferent young man and said, "How should I address you?"
"My friend doesn't like to talk. Let me introduce him." Bi Lu smiled and said, "It's fate. Brother Shentu's name is Wudi. My friend is also called Wudi, Yang Wudi."
"Yang Wudi …" Everyone muttered. They felt that these two people's purpose was not simple. They felt like they were here to cause trouble.
"I came here to have a sword duel with someone." Yang Wudi said. His voice was extremely cold. It was like the northern cold wind. People couldn't help but shrink back.
Yang Wudi walked step by step towards the center of the square. Chu Mu noticed that Yang Wudi's every step was very consistent. It was as if he had deliberately calculated the distance. This kind of person's control of his own strength had reached a higher level.
"If you want to have a sword duel, then come." Long Qianshan waved his sword. The wind whistled as he shouted.
"You're not my opponent." Yang Wudi glanced at Long Qianshan. He had seen every detail of Long Qianshan's movements. His voice was cold and indifferent. There was not the slightest trace of humanity in it.
"Arrogant." Long Qianshan took a step forward like a ferocious tiger descending from the mountain. He raised his sword and slashed down, leaving behind a sword shadow. The air exploded and the wind whistled. It was like a ferocious tiger was roaring.
Yang Wudi's long hair was blown to the side, revealing the other half of his face. He was as cold as ever, and his eyes shone with a sharp light.
In the next breath, Yang Wudi would be split in half by Long Qianshan's sword.
Yang Wudi moved and unsheathed his sword. It was so fast that people couldn't even see how he unsheathed his sword. On the other hand, Long Qianshan's sword suddenly stopped as if he had been immobilized.
Long Qianshan did not know when a sword had been pressed against his throat. The tip of the sword was so sharp that no one dared to look at it directly. A chill invaded Long Qianshan's throat. The stabbing pain caused Long Qianshan to break out in cold sweat.
"You're too weak." Yang Wudi put his sword back into its scabbard. He was still unbelievably fast.
Long Qianshan's face turned from white to red. He was indignant. He had just defeated three people in a row and was in high spirits. Who would have thought that a stranger would come and defeat him with a single sword strike? Moreover, his words made his face burn with anger.
"Who can take one of my sword strikes?" Yang Wudi stood in the middle of the field and glanced at the crowd. His voice was as cold as the wind.
"This friend of mine only likes to practice the sword. In the Whitewater Commandery, no one dares to claim to be number one when it comes to swordsmanship. I heard that there is a Sword Technique Conference held once every ten years in the Jinsha Commandery. Dozens of genius swordsmen will gather, so I specially came here from the Whitewater Commandery to make friends with the sword. I hope that I can find a worthy opponent and even lose. Fellow genius swordsmen of the Jinsha Commandery, don't disappoint me."
"If that's the case, let me exchange some pointers with you." said a young man in a purple robe. He stood up and walked towards Yang Wudi. "Take this."
His sword was as fast as lightning. The friction between the sword and the air created sparks. Yang Wudi used a special technique to attack Yang Wudi.
Each of the sparks contained a trace of power. It wouldn't hurt to be hit, but it wouldn't look good either.
Yang Wudi's body was as straight as a sword. He didn't move at all. It was as if the sparks and lightning-fast sword didn't exist.
When the sparks and the sword were only three inches away from his face, Yang Wudi's right hand moved. He unsheathed his sword and the sparks immediately flew towards the young man in purple robe. The young man in purple robe stopped. His sword was only one inch away from Yang Wudi's forehead. He didn't dare to move any further.
Yang Wudi's sword was pressed against the young man's throat.
The young man in purple robe's face turned ugly. His eyes twitched. He put down his sword and retreated. He didn't say a word.
Long Qianshan's eyes twitched. The way Yang Wudi was defeated was exactly the same as his.
"What a fast sword."
"I couldn't see it clearly. I could only see a blurry Sword Light."
The swordsmen present whispered among themselves, but no one went up to challenge Yang Wudi.
Yang Wudi's sword was too fast. It was so fast that people didn't even have time to react before they were defeated. This kind of sword speed didn't require any swordsmanship or technique. No matter how many changes you made, you would still be defeated in one strike. He was at a higher level than everyone present.
This was Jin Sha Region's Sword Technique Conference. Although the participants weren't all from Jin Sha Region, they could be counted as having lived in Jin Sha Region for a long or short period of time, such as Chu Mu.
Yang Wudi was purely a swordsman from Whitewater County. His goal was very direct. He was here to challenge.
If it was a competition between members of the Sword Technique Conference, winning or losing didn't matter. However, it was different for someone like Yang Wudi who came with a strong goal. If he lost, it would affect his own reputation and the reputation of Jinsha County.
Knowing that he was no match for Yang Wudi and that there were other things involved, he decided not to fight to avoid embarrassing himself.
"Can't you find anyone in the vast Jinsha County who can compete with my friend in swordsmanship?" Bi Lu said as if she was fanning the flames.
Shentu Wudi frowned. He knew that Bi Lu's appearance wouldn't be a good thing. However, if Bi Lu had come alone, it wouldn't be a big deal. After all, he knew that Bi Lu couldn't cause any trouble here.
The biggest problem was that this swordsman called Yang Wudi was terrifyingly fast in the name of a competition. It was very difficult to deal with.
"Looks like I have to make a move." Shentu Wudi glanced around, taking in everyone's expressions. He sighed inwardly. Perhaps only he could save himself from today's predicament. However, he wasn't confident that he could defeat Yang Wudi.
Getting up, Shentu Wudi immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"I myself also like to make friends with swords." Shentu Wudi held his sword and slowly drew it. He walked step by step towards the empty space in the center. As he spoke, his aura condensed as he walked and drew his sword.
Yang Wudi's eyes seemed to light up, like a hunter who had found his prey. Intense light burst out from his eyes and shot towards Shentu Wudi.
"Alright, my friend is called Yang Wudi. Brother Shentu's name is also Wudi. Wudi is Wudi. Then who is the real Wudi?" Bi Lu chuckled, as if she wanted to see the world in chaos.
It was originally just a competition of swords, but Bi Lu had made it into a gimmick of who was the real Wudi. As a result, if Shentu Wudi was defeated, he would lose a lot of face.
Walking towards Yang Wudi, Shentu Wudi's aura condensed to its peak. He slashed out with his sword like lightning.
Yang Wudi drew his sword. His sword was still unbelievably fast, instantly blocking Shentu Wudi's slash. Shentu Wudi changed his move midway, changing from a slash to a stab. Just as Yang Wudi was about to change his move, he changed from a stab to a slash. Three moves in an instant, impossible to guard against.
Yang Wudi's reaction was extremely fast. He quickly changed his move, breaking Shentu Wudi's three moves and counterattacking with his sword.
His sword was like a stream of light, faster than lightning. Without the sound of wind, it pierced towards Shentu Wudi's throat.
Shentu Wudi's expression changed. He quickly retreated a step and stabbed out with his sword. His wrist trembled rapidly as his sword twisted.
Everyone's attention was attracted. They stared with their eyes wide open, watching the exciting battle between the two Invincible Realm experts.
Chu Mu watched as he lifted the cup in front of him. Inside was an amber-colored liquid that emitted a faint fruit and wine fragrance. It was a kind of fruit wine. Taking a sip, the fruit fragrance overflowed in his mouth, mixed with the faint wine fragrance, leaving a rich aftertaste in his mouth.
Of all the people present, Chu Mu was the most relaxed. Even Bi Lu would occasionally show a trace of nervousness. He had brought Yang Wudi with him. His goal was to make Shentu Wudi lose face. As for the others, they weren't within his scope of consideration.
But if Yang Wudi lost, then the one who would lose face would be him, not Shentu Wudi. He couldn't help but be nervous.
Yang Wudi and Shentu Wudi were constantly moving and attacking with their swords. The moves of the two swords were rapidly changing. Stabs, slashes, slashes, sweeps, and other basic sword techniques were displayed to the fullest. When the two swords collided, sparks flew everywhere, densely packed like fireworks, extremely bright.
Both sides continued to attack. Even their defense was to use offense as a substitute for defense. Combined with their footwork, they dodged. In the empty space of a hundred meters in the center, two figures constantly shifted and intersected. Because their speed was too fast, they left behind very blurry afterimages.
"So powerful."
"Both Wudi are very powerful."
"This level of sword technique really makes me feel ashamed of my inferiority."
"I feel that watching their battle is very rewarding. After this Sword Technique Conference is over, I will go back and cultivate in seclusion for a period of time to digest what I have seen today. I think my sword technique will improve by then."
"Me too."
"I wonder who will win?"
"I hope it's Brother Shentu. Otherwise, this Sword Technique Conference will end in failure and leave a stain."
Everyone was discussing in low voices, sighing with emotion. At that moment, Yang Wudi quickly pulled away from Shentu Wudi after the clash of their swords. He seemed to be a little excited, and Bi Lu also smiled. He knew that Yang Wudi was about to win. (To be continued.) 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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