"Hey! It's so boring to just drink like this … "
Qin Lei suddenly stood up and cupped his fists. He smiled and said, "Why don't we remove the table in the middle and use martial arts to make friends? Brother Feng, we haven't sparred in a long time, right? "
"Sparring here?" Feng Jixing was stunned. He smiled and said, "I don't think that's a good idea. Today is the Lunar New Year's Eve Festival, we have to be friendly …"
Qin Lei was impatient. "We are all martial artists, what's there to be unfriendly about? Xiao Yin, don't you think so?"
The corner of Qin Yin's mouth curled up, revealing her dimples. She said, "Since we're going to compete in martial arts, we can't make a big fuss. I have a suggestion. No one is allowed to summon their Martial Spirits. Once they do, they'll lose. Also, martial arts is too dangerous.
"Sword duel?" Lin Muyu was stunned.
Qin Yin smiled and nodded. "Yes, we will only compete in swordsmanship. How about that?"
Feng Jixing said, "That's good. Swordsmanship is the most important of the six martial arts. Let's compete in swordsmanship. It won't hurt our friendship! Hehe, my swordsmanship is only third-rate. I hope that everyone will give in to me. "
Qin Lei, Feng Jixing, Chu Huaiyin, and the others were all high-ranking soldiers. Their main weapons were spears, sabers, and other long-handled weapons. However, everyone had a sword. This was a must.
The attendants quickly removed the table in the middle, leaving an empty space.
Feng Jixing leaped up, and with a "keng", he pulled out the shiny longsword at his waist. With a light flick of his wrist, a sword flower appeared, and he said with a smile, "Come come come, who wants to have a taste of this Feng's mediocre sword art?"
Chu Huaiyin laughed and walked over. He slowly pulled out his sword and cupped his fists. "Brother Feng, let's have a taste!"
"Hey!"
Feng Jixing took the initiative to attack. His long sword was surging with battle energy, and the blade of the sword swept out three times in a row. Chu Huaiying's swordsmanship was more gentle, and he gently avoided Feng Jixing's attack. Then, he counterattacked. Feng Jixing quickly blocked. The two of them passed by each other, and their swords had already collided seven times.
Fortunately, both of them had restrained their Dou Qi. Otherwise, the Sword Qi alone would have turned this place into a mess.
Chu Yao looked at the two of them fighting and clapped her hands with a smile. "Big Brother, you can do it!"
Feng Jixing's laughter could be heard. "Your brother's swordsmanship is so clumsy, how can he cheer?!"
"Ding!"
Amidst the sound of the sword, Chu Huaiying quickly retreated with his long sword. He slid back a few meters on the floor and hit the wall. There was a trace of shock on his face. He raised his head and smiled, "Brother Feng, you fell into your trap again!"
Feng Jixing's swordsmanship had a soft edge to it, and it was this soft edge that had defeated Chu Huaiying.
"It's my turn!"
Qin Lei was a martial arts fanatic. He took out his sword every two or three steps and launched a series of attacks. It was obvious that his swordsmanship cultivation was far above Feng Jixing's, and he was quite methodical. After three to five rounds, Feng Jixing was already in danger. He hurriedly jumped out of the arena, cupped his fists, and said, "Commander Qin is formidable … I have learned a lot …"
"Ah, you admit defeat just like that?" Qin Lei was stunned. He looked as if he hadn't fought enough. He said resentfully, "I thought that your swordsmanship had improved, but I didn't expect that you were lazy and didn't learn swordsmanship at all."
Feng Jixing laughed. "I specialize in the Wind Blade Technique, not swordsmanship."
Qin Lei swept his gaze around, and his gaze descended onto Lin Muyu instead as he said with a smile, "Ah Yu, you carry a sword on your back. I presume that you're a sword user as well. Come, come, come. How about we exchange a few moves?"
"Ah?"
Lin Muyu was stunned. He had never thought that he would have to fight. He hurriedly shook his head and said, "There's no need. I'm just a sparring master from the Divine Palace, and my cultivation is in the Earth Realm. How can I compete with you people in the Heaven Realm …"
"Yu!"
Qin Lei's eyes widened, and he said, "Are you not giving me, Qin Lei, any face?"
At the side, Tang Xiaoxi extended her hand and pushed Lin Muyu's arm. She smiled and said, "Mu is an expert. Brother Qin Lei, you have to be careful. If you lose, the entire Imperial Army will lose face …"
Qin Lei's eyes widened. "Yu!"
Lin Muyu had already been forced to do something beyond his ability. He could only stand up and step into the arena. He emphasized, "Don't use your martial soul, right?"
"Yes, draw your sword!"
"En!"
Lin Muyu stood majestically on the spot. His right hand was placed horizontally in front of his chest. Streams of Qi enshrouded him, and the Prairie Fire Sword behind him unsheathed itself with a clang. He raised his hand and grabbed it. Streams of flames appeared on the sword's blade.
"Good sword, what a handsome sword technique!"
Qin Lei couldn't help but feel that it was interesting. He had seen many experts in the Imperial Sword Technique, but none of them had the imposing manner that Lin Muyu in front of him had. Even Qin Yin widened her beautiful eyes and looked at Lin Muyu. She completely didn't think that this shameful fellow who loved money as much as his life would actually have such an extraordinary imposing manner when drawing his sword!
"I'm coming!"
Qin Lei shouted and rushed out from the sword. Even with a light leap, the sword light was like a roulette spinning and chopping down four times in a row. Lin Muyu couldn't retreat. He held the sword hilt with both hands to block. He only felt that his arms were about to be shaken off. After the four consecutive shakes, he didn't even have time to react after he finished blocking. Qin Lei roared and raised his battle boots to kick out.
I have to block, or else I'll lose!
In the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, Lin Muyu raised his battle boots and met Qin Lei's kick with a "Peng". However, it was obvious that the opponent's dou qi was stronger, causing him to continuously retreat a few steps. However, at the moment when he was forced to retreat, a lightning light flew out from his right hand with a "Pa Pa". The Prairie Fire Sword had already left his hand and was in the air.
"Whoosh!"
The purplish-blue lightning light wrapped around the Prairie Fire Sword and blasted straight towards Qin Lei. Lin Muyu didn't use his full strength and only used 50% of his strength. He was also afraid that he would injure Qin Lei.
"What?!"
Qin Lei was stunned. He hurriedly raised his iron fist and condensed three layers of Qi Armor to block!
"Peng!"
The lightning light shot out in all directions. Qin Lei had underestimated Lin Muyu's strength and was continuously forced to continuously retreat a few steps. His face immediately flushed red. With a low shout, he concentrated a large amount of dou qi into the blade of his sword and leaped up. From a high position, he gave another attack. This bull was planning to use strength to restrain the opponent.
This attack was really too strong. Even the bitingly cold dou qi blew to the point that Lin Muyu almost couldn't open his eyes.
Opening his palm, a light breeze was silently generated. It was precisely the prelude to the Prairie Fire Sword.
"Hah!"
When Lin Muyu raised his palm, the Prairie Fire Sword, as if it had a mind of its own, followed along and welcomed the attack, sweeping up a bitterly cold storm in a small area. The weapon in Qin Lei's hand was only made of ordinary iron and couldn't be compared to the Prairie Fire Sword, which was a fifth-tier Mystic rank sword. Adding on the power of the sword soul, with a sharp whistling sound, the Gale Break collided with Qin Lei's attack storm!
"Peng!"
Another loud sound, the energy exploded. Qin Yin, Feng Jixing, Tang Xiaoxi, Chu Yao and the rest were all stunned.
Qin Lei's face was full of shock. He had never thought that this little brat's Prairie Fire Sword Technique would be so strong. It wasn't like the weak and powerless attacks of those sword users he had met in the past.
Lin Muyu's fighting spirit was even higher. He really wanted to see the power of the Quadruple Elemental Sword Technique, and Qin Lei, this Level 72 Heavenly King Stage powerhouse, was practically a rare touchstone!
"Weng!"
The blade whistled and spun. Lin Muyu's palms spread out horizontally. Raging flames sustained the Prairie Fire Sword. However, this attack he didn't use the True Dragon Essence Fire, only using ordinary fire. The long sword whistled, spiralling flames encircling it. Like a sharp arrow, it shot towards Qin Lei!
Qin Lei was startled. He already felt that he couldn't block this attack!
"Hah!"
His battle boots stomped on the ground. In the midst of the shocking sound, golden chains rose in the surroundings. It was his God Binding Chains martial spirit!
… …
"Brother Qin Lei!"
Qin Yin suddenly stood up. His eyes were full of anxiety. The God Binding Chains was known as the first grade martial spirit with the most destructive power in the world. This wasn't a joke. The slightest mistake could cause Qin Lei's opponent to lose his life. Lin Muyu had saved his life before. To let him die in front of him was something Qin Yin couldn't do.
"Peng!"
The flames exploded. The spiralling flames of the Prairie Fire Sword collided with the God Binding Chains. Qin Lei retreated a few steps. His Qi and blood surged, and his fighting spirit surged. He didn't care about Qin Yin's scolding anymore. With a wave of his long sword, the God Binding Chains encircled the long sword and struck towards Lin Muyu.
Standing firmly on both feet, the Overwhelming True Qi surged. Lin Muyu summoned the Dragon Scale Wall and the Black Tortoise Shell at the fastest speed. At the same time, he used the Prairie Fire Sword to control the Prairie Fire which bounced back. The True Dragon Essence Fire quickly encircled the blade. Since the True Dragon Essence Fire could easily injure people, then it should be safer to use it for defense?
"Peng!"
A loud sound, as if the entire seventh floor of the Tingling Rain Building was about to be overturned.
"Ga, ga, ga …"
Lin Muyu knelt on one knee on the ground, panting heavily. The Dragon Scale Wall and the Black Tortoise Shell had already been shattered. The Prairie Fire was propped up on the floor. If it wasn't for the protection of the True Dragon Essence Fire, perhaps she would have already been killed!
Qin Lei held the long sword and stood there with a pale complexion. His God Binding Chains martial soul had actually been completely shattered at that moment. The damage to his martial soul would inevitably injure his body. He felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. Raising his head to look at Lin Muyu, he grinned and said, "Yu, what a beautiful sword art and defense … Haha, delightful! Delightful! Let's fight again! "
Lin Muyu didn't even raise her head. Instead, she raised her left hand and shook it, "Big Brother Qin Lei, I don't want to fight anymore. I admit defeat …"
The Qi and blood in his body surged. He indeed didn't have the strength to fight anymore.
… …
Tang Xiaoxi shot forward and supported Lin Muyu, "Are you alright?"
Chu Yao also came over and took Lin Muyu's pulse, saying with a smile, "I'm fine. It's just that her martial soul suffered some damage."
Qin Yin, on the other hand, looked at Qin Lei with a trace of reproach and said, "Big Brother Qin Lei, you're too rash. You actually used the seventh layer of the God Binding Chains to hit Ah-Yu. If it wasn't for his deep cultivation, I'm afraid he would have already …"
Qin Lei's face was full of apology, "I … I know I was wrong. Xiao Yin, don't be angry, I …"
"It's fine. Sit down and heal your internal injuries."
"En."
… …
Feng Jixing raised his wine cup and said with a smile, "Yu, where did your Imperial Sword Technique come from?"
"A mysterious old man …"
"Oh?" Feng Jixing knew that he didn't want to talk about it, so he said with a smile, "Since Yu has such a good sword technique, it would be a pity if he didn't participate in the Sword Duel Conference that's held once every three years!"
"Sword Duel Conference?"
"Yes, the Sword Duel Conference that's held once every three years. The person who wins first place can become a member of the Imperial Guards and receive the honor of meeting His Majesty!"
As he spoke, Feng Jixing patted his chest and said with a smile, "I'm not talented, but I was the champion of the Sword Duel Conference three years ago! I think I also had the title of 'Tiger of Tongtian Street' back then … "
"Tiger of Tongtian Street?"
Chu Huaiyin laughed and said, "It means that he carried a broken knife from the east side of Tongtian Street to the west side. He fought with a bunch of hooligans all day and was unbeatable. Sigh … the world is unfair. This kind of person can actually become a commander of the Imperial Guards."
Feng Jixing glared at him and said, "You're so ugly, don't talk!"
Chu Huaiyin was speechless.
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