The Dragon's Gate sect was arrogant and overbearing, but in everyone's eyes, Li Qingshan was ten times more arrogant and overbearing than the Dragon's Gate sect. With a single sentence, he had decided the fates of the two great organisations of the jianghu that had occupied Qingyang for a very long time.
However, Yang Anzhi's face no longer showed any anger. He recovered the calmness and rationality that a swordsman should possess. Based on his instincts, he had determined that Li Qingshan was one of the few powerful opponents he would face in his life.
However, he had absolute confidence. His agile and graceful movement technique countered Li Qingshan's external martial arts the most, just like how Li Qingshan countered Liu Hong's iron fists. No matter how great his strength was, it was useless if he could not land a hit. Li Qingshan could block the swords of regular Dragon's Gate disciples, but he could not block the sword of a mighty second-rate master like him.
Li Qingshan understood this extremely well, and he could clearly sense that the sword Yang Anzhi carried was different from the fine steel swords regular disciples carried. However, against an opponent like that, fleeing was impossible. All he could do was face him head-on.
The two of them faced off, and the restaurant suddenly fell silent. The killing intent was suffocating.
Clang!
Yang Anzhi drew his sword from its sheath, and a cold glow swept towards Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan's eyes narrowed. The blade actually shone with a faint layer of light, just like the knife he had obtained today.
The person had a name, and so did the sword. This was a famed sword that everyone in Qingyang city knew about.
The Soaring Dragon sword was a treasured sword that had been passed down through the Dragon's Gate sect for several generations. Only the sect master had the right to wield it. The person was powerful with a name, and the sword was sharp with a name! Even in the hands of regular people, the sword could slice through metal like mud. In the hands of a true swordsman, it would be a true murder weapon.
"This is a spiritual artifact!" Returning to before the banquet, Oxen said as he looked at the knife in Li Qingshan's hand.
"What's a spiritual artifact?" Li Qingshan fiddled around with the knife in his hand. "Have I really picked up a treasure?" In his previous life, he had often read about such things in novels. They would randomly stroll around a grocery store and pick up a peerless divine artifact. From then on, they would be able to kill anything that stood in their way.
Oxen smiled disdainfully, shattering his fantasy, "This item barely has a layer of Spiritual Qi attached to it, so it can't even be considered a low-tier Spiritual Tool. It's most likely used by apprentices who have just started learning Tool Forging. However, at your level, it can be considered a treasure!" However, the ridicule in the ox's eyes became more and more intense.
This thing could only be used as a flying knife. Whether it was a cultivator or an ordinary martial artist, it was a useless piece of trash.
Li Qingshan carefully put away the knife. This was the first spiritual tool that he had obtained. It had a great commemorative value. After all, it was considered a rare item.
However, he did not expect to see another one in the blink of an eye, and it was in the hands of the enemy.
The shopkeeper of the Arsenal of Arms was also among the aristocrats. While the other aristocrats were fleeing in panic, he stared at the Flying Dragon Sword with infatuation.
If this sword was in the Arsenal of Arms, even if Li Qingshan took out all of his silver and knelt on the ground to beg him, he would not sell it.
Just when everyone thought that Li Qingshan would charge forward like Just Now, he rolled to the side to avoid the sharp edge of the sword and arrived at a corner of the restaurant.
Yang Anzhi changed his moves even faster. With a flick of his wrist, the light of the sword moved like a shadow, pressing towards Li Qingshan. Separated by a few feet, the cold air pierced Li Qingshan's skin, making him feel cold.
Wherever the two went, the aristocrats all screamed and ran, thinking that they were going to be used as meat shields.
Li Qingshan was not that shameless. He reached out and grabbed a square table, using it as a weapon.
The large square table was as light as a feather in his hands. A strong wind blew and the candles flickered.
Yang Anzhi did not put this power in his eyes at all. Wherever the light of the sword passed, the square table was cut into pieces like tofu. In the blink of an eye, only one leg of the table was left in Li Qingshan's hands.
Li Qingshan seemed to be at his wit's end and threw the table leg out. Perhaps it was because he was panicking, but he missed and it flew past Yang Anzhi's head.
Yang Anzhi's sword was like a rainbow. Li Qingshan's back was pressed against the wall, unable to retreat or dodge.
The restaurant suddenly became pitch black. The table leg that flew out from Li Qingshan's hands struck down the last light.
"Trying to escape! It's too late! " Yang Anzhi shouted. However, he did not see that when the darkness descended, Li Qingshan's face did not show panic, but a smile.
"Bang!" Li Qingshan clapped his palms together and caught the Flying Dragon Sword in a hair's breadth.
Yang Anzhi sneered. It was wishful thinking for him to catch the sword with brute force while he was flying forward! The sword's edge suddenly pierced forward. As the sword and palm rubbed against each other, an ear-piercing sound of metal clashing could be heard.
The tip of the sword was only three inches away from Li Qingshan's throat. Yang Anzhi's expression suddenly changed. A cold wind came from the back of his head, making him feel a life and death crisis that he had not felt for many years.
"This is impossible!" This was the first thought that came to his mind.
Although he could not see, his other senses were still there. Someone was so close behind him. How could he not sense it? How strong was the Qing Gong? Could it be a hidden weapon?
If the lights in the restaurant were still on, everyone would be able to see a small knife flying towards the back of Yang Anzhi's head. It really did look like a hidden weapon. However, if someone could open their Spirit Eye like Li Qingshan, they would see that the small knife fitted perfectly in Little Ann's clean, white hand.
Little Ann cultivated the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty and bathed himself in fresh blood every day, so he was no longer afraid of blood and qi at this level. He could truly get close to experts, but he still lacked a suitable weapon.
If he used a regular hunting knife, with Yang Anzhi's strength, even if he did not train in external martial arts, his protective inner energy would still be able to knock the knife away. It would be difficult for him to deal any fatal damage.
However, things were different now. In Little Ann's hands, the spiritual knife was not just a piece of trash. Instead, it was a divine weapon for assassination.
Li Qingshan had used himself as bait to lure Yang Anzhi here. He and Little Ann had not made any prior preparations, nor had they communicated with each other. They had absolute trust in each other, and as expected, Little Ann did not disappoint him. Their cooperation was perfect.
Yang Anzhi was also impressive. He lowered his head and dodged the knife in the nick of time. The blade practically scraped his scalp. He was shocked, but he did not panic. As long as he continued to exert force and killed Li Qingshan, he would be able to deal with the hidden weapon expert behind him with ease.
The small knife suddenly turned and stabbed downwards.
It was not a hidden weapon!
Yang Anzhi's mind was immediately thrown into disarray. This was because he still had not sensed the presence of a living person behind him. A chill rose up in his heart. He ignored everything else and tried to pull back his sword to defend himself.
Li Qingshan bit down on the tip of the sword with both hands and snickered coldly. It was easy to stab, but the first thing to be pierced would definitely be your head. Want to pull back? Then don't even think about it!
As long as the sword existed, the person existed. This was probably a lesson that every swordsman had learned, not to mention that this was a treasured sword passed down from their ancestors.
The sword was left in Li Qingshan's hand, but he was sent flying with extremely graceful movements. He could no longer be graceful. His hair was disheveled and he looked extremely pathetic.
And all of this happened in the blink of an eye. From the moment Yang Anzhi swung his sword, forced Li Qingshan to the wall, and then retreated after being assassinated, only a few breaths of time had passed.
The aristocrats were all panicking and could not react in time. Only Liu Hong sniffed and smelled blood. His heart was filled with shock. Yang Anzhi was injured? How did this brat injure him?
At the last moment, Yang Anzhi had decisively abandoned his sword, but he had also paid a heavy price. Little Ann still used the spiritual knife to pull out a foot-long wound on his back. Fresh blood was flowing out.
Li Qingshan had some admiration for his decisiveness. For the first time, he experienced the emotions described in the books. Even if they were mortal enemies and wanted to kill each other at all costs, they would still be shocked by the skills displayed by the opponent during the confrontation.
However, in a battle, he would not be entangled in such emotions, nor would he be entangled in all the right and wrong. Since they had become mortal enemies, killing the other party at all costs was the right thing to do.
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