(Thank you to "The Essence of Temptation" for your generous gift of 10000 Qidian coins. For the past few days, the Dominator of Six Realms had been looking for a house to move into, but it was not satisfactory. Either it was too expensive to rent, or it was a nice house with a reasonable price. However, when he arrived at the door, he was told that it had been rented out.
Bi Lu, who was familiar with Yang Wudi, knew that this was a sign that Yang Wudi was about to bring out his true strength.
Shentu Wudi did not stop. He took a step forward, and his speed was extremely fast. His figure left behind a series of afterimages. His sword was as fast as lightning, as if it could break through the stars. He slashed towards Yang Wudi with an overbearing and peerless invincible word.
The wind howled as it formed a terrifying sword pressure under the sword, blowing Yang Wudi's long hair backwards as if it was about to be pulled out by the roots, revealing his entire face. His eyes shot out an incomparably sharp light as he bent his right arm and swung his sword.
With a whoosh, this sword seemed to shatter the sun and moon. Its radiance was extremely resplendent, and like a white steed flashing through a crack, it instantly shattered Shentu Wudi's powerful sword pressure.
The two swords closed in, but strangely, they did not collide. Both sides changed their moves in an instant. It looked like it was just a flash. Shentu Wudi's sword slashed towards Yang Wudi's forehead, but it stopped when it was an inch away. That was because Yang Wudi's sword was already at Shentu Wudi's throat.
"You have lost." Yang Wudi said as he sheathed his sword.
Shentu Wudi's expression kept changing. After three breaths of time, he regained his composure. As for whether his heart was calm or not, only he knew.
"You are very powerful." Shentu Wudi said. He turned around and returned to his seat. His heart was filled with shock and dismay. In his opinion, the Sword Technique Conference that he was the organizer of would probably end in failure, leaving behind an indelible stain. It filled his heart with guilt.
"It seems that no one here is a match for this friend of mine. He is truly invincible." Bi Lu laughed, looking very proud. "Brother Yang, now even the most powerful person has been defeated by you. I think the genius swordsmen of the Jinsha County are just so-so. The so-called Sword Technique Conference is just a joke. I am really sorry for making you look forward to it in vain."
Yang Wudi didn't say anything, but a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes. It was the loneliness of not being able to find an opponent.
Whether it was Yang Wudi's expression or Bi Lu's words, it was like a slap to everyone's face. The burning pain filled their hearts with anger, but they didn't dare to go up and compete with Yang Wudi.
Yang Wudi's swordsmanship was really strong. Of course, if he used his full strength, including Sword Origin and Sword Intent Profound, they wouldn't be afraid. However, they couldn't use Sword Origin, Sword Intent Profound, or Sword Intent Profound. They could only rely on their swordsmanship.
Shentu Wudi slowly swept his gaze across everyone's faces. His heart sank as if it was about to fall into an endless abyss.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up and fell on Chu Mu's face. In Shentu Wudi's eyes, Chu Mu's indifferent expression was completely different from the other people's resentment, feigned disregard, or looked left and right as if they wanted someone to stand up for them.
"Brother Chu, if you're confident, please make a move. I, Shentu Wudi, will owe you a favor." Shentu Wudi transmitted his voice through sword Qi.
Chu Mu turned his head to look at Shentu Wudi. Shentu Wudi's face was also serious, his eyes filled with hope.
Chu Mu had a good impression of Shentu Wudi. After thinking about the benefits involved, Chu Mu decided to make a move.
Everyone's gaze fell on Chu Mu. They were all stunned. Only Shentu Wudi's eyes lit up, feeling as if he had seen hope.
Chu Mu's pace wasn't fast. He walked to the center of the open space, facing Yang Wudi from five meters away.
Yang Wudi stared at Chu Mu. He keenly sensed a terrifying aura coming from Chu Mu's body. Just as he was filled with vigilance, he suddenly felt that terrifying feeling disappear, as if it was an illusion.
"Please," Chu Mu said indifferently.
"This person is so young. He's most likely not Yang Wudi's match."
"He's only reached the Origin Realm less than a year ago. How can he be Yang Wudi's match?"
"It's hard to say. After all, this is a competition of sword arts, not cultivation."
"Although that's the case, Yang Wudi's sword arts are indeed terrifying. I don't think this person can beat Yang Wudi."
"Go up and embarrass yourself." Long Qianshan grinned. He was defeated by Chu Mu in one strike. He also felt that Chu Mu would be defeated by Yang Wudi in one strike. Only then did he feel satisfied.
Third Young Master Long was his third brother. Although he didn't immediately cause trouble for Chu Mu due to some family reasons, it wasn't too late now. This time, Long Qianshan had already decided that after the Sword Technique Conference, it would be Chu Mu's death.
"I've seen your sword arts just now. If you don't use your full strength right from the start, you'll regret it," Chu Mu said indifferently.
Someone nearby immediately sneered, while Bi Lu was first stunned. Then, she revealed a smile that was not a smile. She swept her eyes over Chu Mu and looked at Shentu Wudi, "Brother Shentu, where did you find this weirdo? You should be more careful when you judge people in the future. Don't make friends with people who are too arrogant. Otherwise, you'll be harming yourself. "
"I, Shentu Wudi, am free to make friends with whoever I want. You don't have to worry." Shentu Wudi snorted. Although he felt that Chu Mu's words were a little arrogant, he didn't know why, but he was a little confident. Moreover, he couldn't back down now. He could only place all his hopes on Chu Mu, this young swordsman whose background he couldn't see through.
Yang Wudi solemnly pulled out his sword. His aura was rising steadily, becoming more and more powerful.
This attitude of his was rather confusing.
Yang Wudi's sword was pointing upwards. It was very strange. Chu Mu suddenly felt like every part of his body was being attacked.
"Take this!" Yang Wudi shouted and slashed out. This sword seemed very slow, but in fact, it was in front of Chu Mu in an instant. Before Chu Mu could react, the Sword Light suddenly twisted and changed, reflecting a dazzling light that blinded Chu Mu's eyes. The Sword Light split into dozens of rays and slashed at many parts of Chu Mu's body.
There was no way to dodge. It was as if the entire third floor of the Golden Sand Mansion was enveloped by these dozens of Sword Light. This feeling was very strange.
"Brother Yang is actually going all out …" Bi Lu's mouth was wide open, looking very puzzled.
Chu Mu didn't move, as if he was scared silly. He was completely enveloped by Yang Wudi's dozens of Sword Light. It was as if he was going to be dismembered.
Shentu Wudi frowned. His eyes focused, and he was very nervous.
"He's going to lose." Long Qianshan clenched his fist, secretly feeling excited.
At that moment, Chu Mu moved. No one saw how he pulled out his sword, but there was a faint Sword Light blooming. It was like a white steed flashing through a crack, like a meteor streaking across the sky.
A slight buzzing sound rang out, but it instantly quieted down. Yang Wudi's dozens of Sword Light dissipated like bubbles. Chu Mu was still standing there, his sword still in the scabbard as if he had never pulled it out. Yang Wudi's sword was pointed at Chu Mu's throat.
"Hahahaha, Brother Shentu, did you see that? Brother Yang is the real invincible." Bi Lu laughed, looking very happy and carefree.
"I knew it, I knew it. He's definitely not a match for Yang Wudi's sword." Long Qianshan's clenched fists were trembling, looking very excited.
Shentu Wudi was stunned at first, feeling very puzzled. Then, his face and eyes quickly darkened, as if he had lost all hope.
"Fine, fine. This year's Sword Technique Conference will have a stain because of me." Shentu Wudi sighed dejectedly.
The other swordsmen participating in the Sword Technique Conference all turned pale, their hopes dashed.
"You won." Yang Wudi suddenly retracted his sword and said something that shocked everyone.
"Brother Yang, you clearly won. Why are you saying that he won?" Bi Lu's eyes widened as she hurriedly asked. She was anxious.
Yang Wudi didn't answer. Instead, he used his finger to touch his throat and looked at it. Indeed, there was a scarlet red spot.
Following Yang Wudi's movement, everyone's eyes fell on his throat. Their pupils shrank. Sure enough, they saw a little red spot on his throat. It seemed to have been there for a long time.
Combined with Yang Wudi's actions and words, everyone immediately understood that the red spot on his throat had been left by Chu Mu. But how had Chu Mu left that red spot on Yang Wudi's throat? It was obviously a bit of blood seeping out from the skin of his throat.
In other words, in that instant, Chu Mu had pulled out his sword and stabbed out faster than Yang Wudi's. Moreover, he had used unparalleled control to leave a mark on Yang Wudi's throat. After that, he had sheathed his sword.
It sounded very simple. Unsheathing, thrusting, and sheathing the sword were merely three consecutive actions. However, it contained a shocking truth. Chu Mu's sword speed far surpassed Yang Wudi's and anyone else's. It was already inconceivably fast, so fast that they couldn't even react to it.
It was also because of this that everyone felt that Chu Mu was inferior to Yang Wudi. If Yang Wudi hadn't admitted it himself in the end, everyone would have thought that Chu Mu was just so-so.
Shentu Wudi's eyes shone like light bulbs as they fell on Chu Mu. The dispirited feeling in his heart was swept away, and he was extremely excited. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Hahahaha … Brother Chu, you're really amazing."
"I'm Yang Wudi. I want to follow you and learn swordsmanship," Yang Wudi said directly. His tone wasn't pleading, but rather one that didn't allow rejection. It meant that he was determined to follow Chu Mu, regardless of whether Chu Mu agreed or not.
Everyone was stunned. Bi Lu's expression became more and more unsightly. Yang Wudi had been brought here by him to cause a scene. Now, not only had he failed, he even wanted to stay and follow someone else.
"As you wish." Chu Mu knew that unless he killed this kind of person, rejecting him was equivalent to not rejecting him at all. It was a waste of breath.
"Brother Yang, please sit." Shentu Wudi laughed, fully displaying the demeanor of a host. He then looked at Bi Lu. "Brother Bi, we still have to continue the Sword Technique Conference. You can watch from the side or leave."
"Hmph." Bi Lu fiercely glanced at Chu Mu and, with a bit of anger, turned around and left. (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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