The rain was as soft as silk, like a graceful beauty slowly weaving a bead curtain.
The navy blue ball of water in the young eunuch's hand was suspended in the air, rising and falling slightly. Lightning flashed faintly, as if a fire dragon was swimming.
Hsu Fengnian's pupils constricted as he gripped the hilt of his blade.
Thunder.
Was there anyone in the world who could wield thunder?
But it was not strange for this eunuch, who was skilled at retaining his youthful appearance.
At this moment, the young eunuch no longer had his previous gentle aura. Facing Hsu Fengnian, who was standing five feet away, his face was solemn and his eyes were as black as ink.
It was like a flood dragon looking at a python. There was both disdain and contempt in his eyes, but it also contained a thunderous rage.
Before this, when the two of them were discussing Dao from the bottom of a well, the young eunuch did not seem like a martial grandmaster who could make Jianghu tremble with a stomp of his foot. Instead, he seemed like a young private tutor. He was serious, rigid, and antisocial. But when he talked and acted with those he liked, he could be described as a modest gentleman with a restrained edge.
But the more this kind of person was abnormal, the more terrifying it was.
It was like when Wang Xianzhi, who claimed to be the second in the world, suddenly declared that he would be the first. In those sixty years, naturally, whoever stood in his way would die. Perhaps all the heroes of Jianghu, including Đồng Thái and Cao Changqing, who would shine brightly in the future, would die early.
Another example was when Hong Xixiang, after leaving the mountain, really became angry. What would happen? It would be unimaginable.
Perhaps Hsu Fengnian, who was determined to kill, could be counted. So, Hong Jingyan died right under Tuoba's nose.
The Liyang eunuch in front of him, whose name was unknown, was exactly like this.
His five fingers slightly contracted, and the thunder in his hand instantly seeped into his palm and disappeared. But his entire arm suddenly showed the strange scene of a fire dragon lingering around.
The young eunuch breathed slowly. Seven thin white breaths faintly came in and out of his seven orifices. On his white jade-like face, it was like seven white snakes were hanging upside down.
At the same time, Hsu Fengnian had not only unsheathed his sword, but his body also spun forward in an instant. His feet left the ground, his sleeves fluttering, he simply chopped at the young eunuch.
The latter only raised the arm that had "swallowed" a Heavenly Thunder and clamped the cold saber that contained Hsu Fengnian's abundant Divine Will between two fingers.
Two fingers pinched the white rainbow.
Between his fingers, sparks of electricity sputtered wildly, illuminating the young eunuch's face.
Hsu Fengnian, who seemed to have opened the Heavenly Eye between his eyebrows, silently chanted, "Open Shu Style."
The tip of the blade that was pointed at the young eunuch's forehead suddenly released a stream of vigorous energy that was as thick as an arm.
The young eunuch tilted his head. Even though the attack was close, and even though the Stellar Energy was as powerful as a ballista, he was still able to easily dodge it.
Only a few strands of hair that had been cut off by the sharp Qi slowly fell into the rain.
As the young eunuch tilted his head, his free left hand moved as fast as lightning towards Hsu Fengnian's chest.
He had once heard those learned scholars in the Diligent Room of the Palace say that there were strong winds every year in the Southeast that could uproot mountains and shake city towers.
Hsu Fengnian was struck in the chest by a punch. He seemed to be unmoved, but the purple-red date mark between his eyebrows wavered and rippled. It turned out that this punch did not harm the body, but the spirit.
The young eunuch, who had succeeded in his punch, said softly, "Abandon the saber."
As these two words left his mouth, he changed his fist into a palm and slammed it against Hsu Fengnian's chest.
Under this palm, Hsu Fengnian's entire robe trembled violently. The jade pendant hanging from his waist suddenly shattered and turned to dust.
Hsu Fengnian still held the cold saber in his left hand, unmoving.
The young eunuch frowned slightly. He wanted to move his arm that had been holding the cold saber with two fingers. He took two steps forward, and then slapped on Hsu Fengnian's forehead.
Hsu Fengnian's whole body slid out.
His feet plowed a gully of more than ten feet on the ground of the small street. It was just that the farther he was from the young eunuch, the shallower the gully became. The rain behind Hsu Fengnian was squeezed by the majestic Qi, hanging slanted and clearly visible.
Hsu Fengnian took one step back and one step forward to stabilize his body.
His feet gently stepped on the surface of the bluestone street, like two lotus flowers on a pond.
The young eunuch was slightly surprised, but then he felt relieved.
The young King still pulled out the cold saber made of ordinary material from between his two fingers.
Tonight's battle in the rain between the two was a battle of wills between people of high cultivation realms. Whether one had a weapon or not was not the key to victory or defeat. Moreover, this cold saber was not a divine weapon. It might even be a burden.
But the young King was so persistent in not giving up the saber. It must be because there was a deep-rooted thought in this person's heart that was entrusted to this saber.
Perhaps the cold saber in his hand had extraordinary meaning, or perhaps all the Beiliang sabers in his hand were enough to hold.
Which one it was was very simple. He just needed to break the cold saber in his hand to identify it.
The young eunuch raised his arm and waved it casually.
The raindrops connected into a line, and finally condensed into a three-foot-long sword of will.
Hsu Fengnian, who had learned all of Li Chungang's essence, was no stranger to borrowing swords. On the contrary, it was the grandmaster who was most familiar with this matter in Jianghu. If Hsu Fengnian claimed to be second, perhaps even the Peach Blossom Sword God Đồng Thái, who had achieved Dao through swordsmanship, would be embarrassed to claim to be first.
But at this moment, when Hsu Fengnian saw this scene, it was as if a strange scene that he had never seen before unfolded in front of him.
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