Eleventh had finally arrived.
Regardless of whether it was a meticulous plan or an unintentional one, this most tragic character of the Top Ten had stepped on the most appropriate place at the most appropriate time. Almost instantly, he had grasped Hsu Fengnian's Achilles heel. Li Chungang was going to fight with Wu Liuding, who carried the Su Of Gojoseon Sword. Both of them represented the new and old sword masters of Jianghu. Naturally, they would not be able to escape with just a few moves. Wei Shuyang, Lü Qiantang, and the other three had all gone to the reed marsh. This was a bloody battle where the outcome was hard to predict. It was possible that all of them would die. At this moment, Hsu Fengnian was only left with the death warrior Blue Bird, Ning Emei, and the one hundred light cavalry behind him. Hsu Fengnian turned his head to look at the eager halberd Ning Emei. Without needing to ask, the Beiliang general with the word "Bo" in his hand nodded. He raised one hand and the thirty light cavalry spread out in a fan shape. Thirty crossbows were pointed directly at the master who had long been famous in Jianghu. Without a doubt, this was another grudge match between an iron-blooded soldier and a martial artist. With the halberd Ning Emei blocking the crossbows, Hsu Fengnian temporarily did not look at Eleventh. He only stared at the old Sword God. It was not that he had underestimated Wang Mingyin, but in a battle of life and death between masters, it was destined that the moves would be extremely ingenious. Whether it was Li Chungang or Wu Liuding, they were both masters of the sword. Perhaps any one of their moves would be even more ingenious than the moves he had learned from the secret manuals. Looking at them and remembering their outlines would be a good thing. Hsu Fengnian could not help but murmur in a low voice, "They're really at daggers drawn."
Li Chungang raised his sword and went forward. Wu Liuding faced this senior swordsman who had been famous for sixty years. Not only was he not afraid, he laughed heartily and with a twist of his hand, the bamboo pole spun off his shoulder and flew forward. Dressed in a green robe, he rushed forward and grabbed one end of the bamboo pole. Just like on the river, he used the bamboo as a sword and stabbed the other end of the bamboo pole into the road. He lightly shouted, "Rise!"
Last time, he had overturned the river and overturned the boat with a single pole. This time, he forcefully pried up a large piece of thick and heavy soil from the muddy road and threw it at Li Chungang. After the curved bamboo raised the dust that covered the sky and the sun, the bamboo pole returned to his shoulder. With a loud bang, he stomped on the ground, creating a large pit. Instantly, countless clouds of dust flew up from under his feet. The bamboo pole that should have been brittle on the spot was bent into a soul-stirring arc by his hands. His hands formed a hand seal, and the large pole was like a full moon bow, bouncing into the air. It bounced into the cloud of dust and injected a swift and fierce Sword Qi into it.
Li Chungang, who was flying through the air, sneered. As usual, he chopped down with his sword, chopping up the obstructing cloud of dust. At the same time, in a spurt of energy, he smashed the Sword Qi contained within the cloud of dust into pieces!
The cloud of dust filled the air and shot in all directions. When the soil mixed with the abundant Sword Qi landed on the ground, it pierced countless potholes. The two of them were two hundred steps away from each other on the open official road. The Sword Qi dazzled and swirled in the air, creating dozens of crisscrossing gullies. Princess Jing'an was dumbfounded. If she had stayed on the spot, wouldn't she have been chopped into pieces like Hsu Fengnian said? Would she have died without a complete corpse? The power of a light sword could split the air and split the earth. Was it really so terrifying and invincible? Princess Pei originally had no impression of martial arts in Jianghu. Today, after seeing it with her own eyes, she realized how terrifying it was. She tilted her head and secretly looked at Hsu Fengnian. She couldn't see any clues from his eyes. She couldn't tell if he was confident or if he had lost his soul.
Li Chungang's sword was like a rainbow piercing the sun. The white light was dazzling as it shot through the cloud of dust towards Wu Liuding. This sword was blocked by the Sword Qi of the bamboo pole and the cloud of dust, but it didn't seem to be weakened in the slightest. With the bamboo pole back in his hand, Wu Liuding pushed off with the tip of his foot and hurriedly retreated. He was just a hair's breadth away from the old God of Swords' swift and fierce sword. Wrapped in an unparalleled sword will, the old God of Swords' sword pierced through the spot where the Sword Crown of the Wu Clan had landed, creating a huge pit that was about ten feet deep. The green-robed Wu Liuding laughed softly and said, "What a good 'One Sword Immortal Kneels'." As he spoke leisurely, the bamboo pole didn't slow down at all. It swept towards the old God of Swords' head, whistling like the wind. The old God of Swords had a cold smile on his face. How could this young man dare to talk about the way of the sword with a bamboo pole in front of This Old Man? The Sword Qi in his hand surged. Even the common people could see the green light curling around the tip of the sword. The so-called Sword Qi, a high realm, allowed the sword to give birth to a grand spirit that connected with the heavens and earth. The common people only knew that a true man should use a three-foot sword to kill and break through the enemy. Did they really think that it was just a three-foot sword made of copper and iron?
After the one-armed Li Chungang landed on the road, he still casually swung his sword.
This time, Wu Liuding didn't avoid the sharp edge. The bamboo pole didn't change its trajectory and continued to sweep through the army.
The two's sword moves were nothing more than one horizontal and one vertical.
The green sword in Li Chungang's hand clashed head-on with Wu Liuding's bamboo pole, producing a clanging sound that defied common sense and pierced the eardrums. The pitiful Princess Pei covered her ears and screamed, but it was futile. She almost vomited blood. Hsu Fengnian frowned slightly. He walked in front of her and imperceptibly blocked the ripples of Qi from the collision.
After the sword in Li Chungang's hand came into contact with the bamboo pole, it wasn't deflected. Instead, it was just like how he taught Hsu Fengnian's sword moves and sword aura. In an instant, it flicked the bamboo pole sixteen times, each time frightening. The tip of the sword, which was originally an inch long, exploded to three inches long. The onlookers could only see the green sword aura dancing wildly in the old God of Swords' hand. Then, they saw Wu Liuding's bamboo pole bending again and again. Finally, it couldn't withstand the old God of Swords' endless sword aura and made a loud bang. The bamboo pole was, after all, just an ordinary bamboo pole. When it broke, Li Chungang, who had gained the initiative, didn't show any change in his expression. He took the opportunity to hack at Wu Liuding's chest. The bamboo pole broke into two. The latter held half in each hand and retreated again and again. After floating twenty steps, Li Chungang took another twenty steps forward. The tip of his sword never left Wu Liuding's chest. The tip of his sword was five feet away. The sword aura was like a green snake, but it was only a foot away!
Wu Liuding finally stopped being careless. He changed the bamboo pole from one hand to a two-handed sword. The Wu family's Sword Tomb was famous for its unparalleled sword moves. Since he was able to walk out of the tomb as a sword crown, there was no doubt that he had reached the peak of swordsmanship. The bamboo pole didn't emit any sword aura. It was only good for unpredictable moves. Even when facing a sword master like Li Chungang, who had one foot in the door of the sword immortal, his sword moves were still domineering and unstoppable. Li Chungang's frown loosened and he smiled. For some reason, he withdrew the green light on his sword and no longer used the sword aura. He just used sword moves against sword moves. The two fought close to each other, dazzling the eyes. In the blink of an eye, they had swung a hundred or a thousand swords.
The Eleventh in the World was also an eye-opener. There were a total of eight kinds of crossbows in the Liyang Dynasty. Apart from the four that were shot by foot, the Cardinal Crossbow in the hands of the Beiliang cavalry was the most lethal. It was comparable to the Yellow Stirrup Treading Crossbow. Therefore, this Beiliang crossbow was called "Mountain Splitter", which was as famous as the Beiliang Saber. Since it dared to be called "Mountain Splitter", its power was amazing. Thirty crossbows were shot at the same time. However, the Eleventh Wang Mingyin just walked forward without fear. He stretched out a hand and pointed at the air in front of him, hitting the first wave of arrows to the ground. After the first wave of arrows was splashed, the second wave of arrows came in rapid succession. The old-fashioned Wang Mingyin no longer pointed at the world with one hand. Instead, he clenched his fists and his clothes puffed up. He actually assumed a rude posture of resisting the crossbows. Several waves of arrows were violently bounced off by the Qi around his body and stabbed into the ground at an angle. For a moment, Wang Mingyin's back was covered with arrows.
Only when the crossbow was angry could it be called a crossbow.
However, this farmer was able to block the arrows that were like splashing ink on his head without batting an eyelid.
He said that he wanted to borrow His Royal Highness's head.
He would do what he said.
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