The only experts that Hsu Fengnian truly respected were the old man in the sheepskin fur coat and Old Huang. They were not the kind of swordsmen who liked to lecture others when they had the upper hand. It was even more impossible for them to be stubborn when they were in a disadvantageous position. One matter, one sword! As they fought, they talked nonsense like the weather was good today. If not, they would sigh about life. Why were they being so wishy-washy? What were they doing earlier? Hsu Fengnian inhaled and exhaled. He was no longer greedy after controlling multiple swords. Purple Qi lingered around him, revealing the blade of his sword to be a foot long. Since ancient times, martial arts competitions could not escape the rule that an inch shorter was an inch riskier. Just like Li Chungang who once had thousands of flying swords on the Great Snow Plateau. However, the old God of Swords himself had earnestly lectured Hsu Fengnian who liked to talk about ostentation. This kind of method could be used as a shortcut to cultivate the will of the sword. It could also be used to frighten laymen. However, it was useless against a mortal enemy who was on par with him. Li Chungang straightforwardly gave two clear examples. Within a distance of ten feet, he was confident that he could kill any expert who had not reached the level of Earth Immortal with his Green Sleeves Snake. Even Ancestor Lu's reincarnation, Qi Xuanzhen, would not dare to let Wang Xianzhi punch him with all his strength at close range. However, once the distance was increased, as long as one had entered the realm of First Pin, anyone could fight with all kinds of tricks. In a true battle of life and death, it was usually decided after a few rounds of close combat. When the old man in the sheepskin fur coat imparted his swordsmanship for the last time, he raised his arm and raised his sword. He said that the sword could open the gates of heaven. It seemed imposing, but it was actually just three feet of Green Sword and three feet of Qi. Only this was qualified for Li Chungang to boast that he could "open the gates of heaven and kill immortals".
Hsu Fengnian's insistence on advancing instead of retreating was in line with Raccoon Diwu's intentions. This Mountain Chieftain of Mt. Tibing, who had not killed to his heart's content for many years, was afraid that this brat would randomly jump and flee. It would be meaningless to kill him with his Dragon Tendon Saber. Moreover, the interesting thing about the Jianghu was that no matter how high the realm of a martial artist was, they could still learn from others' strong points and smelt them into a furnace for their own use. This was especially true for the Fifth Raccoon, who was a top-notch master who was almost "set in stone". The secret manuals that he could see must have been flipped through long ago, and the people who should be killed had already been killed. Instead, they needed some amazing younger generation to bring along those who were extremely hard to come by. Some geniuses who were not set in stone might still have a long way to go before they were proficient in martial arts, but they usually had some mysterious moves that were like antelopes hanging horns. The Fifth Raccoon was waiting for this unexpected surprise. It was obvious that this scholar swordsman had really made him sit up and take notice of him.
Sword momentum and Sword Qi rolled like spring thunder.
This brat's swordsmanship had reached a high level. The Fifth Raccoon was certain that he could use Qi to control the sword, but he did not expect that the sword and the sword complemented each other, and the momentum could be so magnificent. It was truly a little surprising.
The Fifth Raccoon stood where he was, maintaining a distance of one dragon tendon and one Spring and Autumn Sword from Hsu Fengnian. He was willing to become an arrow pile, allowing Hsu Fengnian's Sword Qi to strangle him wantonly. He was as motionless as a mountain.
The Mountain Chieftain of Mt. Tibing did not appear on the Martial Arts Roll for a very simple reason. The Fifth Raccoon would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. He had never reached the top of the martial arts roll, and was placed side by side with the younger generation. Was that not a disgrace? One had to know that the Broken Spear Deng Mao, who was ranked ninth in the world, had lost his spear to the Fifth Raccoon. Deng Mao's realm advanced by leaps and bounds, but the Fifth Raccoon had been stagnant at the Finger Profound Realm for a whole ten years. There was still a layer of unbreakable window paper between him and the celestial phenomenon. How could the proud and arrogant Fifth Raccoon endure this? The Fifth Raccoon's beloved daughter, Diwu Que, had married Dong Zhuo, whom he looked down on. He had been suppressing a lot of resentment. The Deputy Mountain Chieftain Gong Pu had died in battle at the mouth of the calabash, and the Guest Advisor and Penglai's Cauldron Carrying Slave suffered heavy losses. This made the Fifth Raccoon even more vexed. Today, he had encountered this young swordsman who had intruded into Mt. Tibing. Why would the Fifth Raccoon care about who his backer was, and how strong his background was?
The Fifth Raccoon lifted the dragon tendon with one hand to resist the Sword Qi, and calmly reminded, "It's my turn."
Hsu Fengnian's Sword Force was already close to a circle, and it was deeply imparted by Li Chungang's sword technique. It could not be said to have any flaws. However, when the Fifth Raccoon gently flicked his blade, Hsu Fengnian's Sword Qi rolled away the dragon wall. An imperceptible crack appeared on the dragon wall, and it almost collapsed in an instant. After all, things like foundation still needed to be accumulated over time. Naturally, an old ginger was much more pungent than a young ginger. Hsu Fengnian did not have any fear. The Fifth Raccoon's defense was watertight, and he did not expect the Sword Qi to be able to mess up his position. A gap between attack and defense was often a turning point. However, against such an old fox, Hsu Fengnian could not be smart and take the initiative to show a flaw. He waited for the moment when the Fifth Raccoon changed from defense to offense. The dragon tendon tore the dragon wall, and Hsu Fengnian returned the favor. He who had not exhaled a breath gritted his teeth and took another breath. He used all his strength to pull the Fuyao, and the Sword Qi was as thick as a dragon drawing water.
The Fifth Raccoon frowned, and finally, for the first time, his blade technique went from simple to complex. The Fuyao Tornado was split into pieces by the Dragon Tendon Blade. He took a step forward, stretched out his left arm, and slapped Hsu Fengnian's forehead.
Hsu Fengnian's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, but he still took advantage of the situation to step on the Fifth Raccoon's chest.
His luxurious purple clothes were covered with an eyesore of dusty footprints. After the Fifth Raccoon flicked away a poisonous hidden weapon with his finger, he gently brushed away the dust on his chest. That light kick was only a feint, and the killing move was still a small flying sword that was aimed at his eyeballs. The Fifth Raccoon said without batting an eyelid, "So not only can you control the long sword in the case, you can also use the short sword in your sleeve. However, since I am known as Beimang's most senior Finger Xuan martial artist, I can be considered to have some understanding of the Xuan of Finger Xuan. Whether it is the movement of Qi, or the more concealed intentions, I can predict seventy to eighty percent of them. If you don't believe me, and if there are still some hidden flying swords, there is no harm in flying them out one by one. I will close my eyes and not use my blade. How about it? "
After Hsu Fengnian landed on the ground, he bent his knees and slid backwards. He slid from the side of the stream into the middle of the stream before stopping. After he stood up in the water, there was a bit of undisguised ridicule in his eyes.
The Fifth Raccoon was well aware of this, and found it more and more interesting. This kid really was not a fledgling. Usually, those Noblemen who came from prestigious sects and schools wanted to make a name for themselves in Jianghu after learning some skills. Suddenly, they met an opponent who was much stronger than them. This kind of psychological attack was extremely easy to succeed. Before the battle to the death, their momentum would be weakened by more than half, and after that, they would be at the mercy of their opponent. The Fifth Raccoon had seen too many of these kinds of newborn calves, and they all died prematurely at the hands of seniors who did not cherish talent. Therefore, the martial arts geniuses that the Fifth Raccoon cultivated on Mount Bubing were all abnormally cold-blooded. They were either thrown into the front line of the army to be polished, or sent to assassinate strong people who were a bit stronger than them. They were definitely not like the Chess and Sword Music School, who protected their calves and blindly spoiled them under their wings.
The Fifth Raccoon raised his blade and walked slowly. The Dragon Tendon Blade's originally inconspicuous blade aura became more and more restrained. "I promise that if you can leave this stream, I will let you live."
Once he started thinking about escaping, there really was no need to fight anymore.
Hsu Fengnian spat out a mouthful of turbid air, and directly called out his name, "Fifth Raccoon, you are a genuine Finger Profound Realm expert. Time and again, you have to play mind games with a junior like me. Don't you find it annoying?"
The Fifth Raccoon shook his head, "Comparing skills with others and taking people's lives with one move is something I did a long time ago. It's not easy to catch a fish like you in the net, so I really can't bear to kill you quickly … "
As he spoke, the Fifth Raccoon slashed out again. The range of his arm swinging out far exceeded the previous move, and the momentum was also far greater than the initial slash that broke the horse's back.
The Qi in Hsu Fengnian's body circulated, and his acupoints were like golden lotuses.
He leaped out of the water and welcomed the slash.
Hsu Fengnian integrated the Rising Hand Shaking Kunlun into his sword move.
Just as his figure rose, it fell and sank to the bottom of the water. Then, the entire stream, with the Fifth Raccoon and Hsu Fengnian as the central axis, exploded towards the upstream and downstream sides of the stream. The final sound was already transmitted from a few miles away. That central axis had already split open the bank of the stream, leading to the depths of the forest.
This slash did not seem like a slow killing technique.
A few days ago, there was a rainstorm in the Rou Ran mountain range, causing the stream to be deeper than a person's. After Hsu Fengnian was forced to the bottom of the water by the slash, he disappeared without a trace.
The Fifth Raccoon stepped lightly on the surface of the water, and occasionally slashed down with his slash.
The stream, which was originally as calm as a young lady washing clothes, shook violently, soaking the shore. There were even ravines that spread to the shore, and it was a shocking sight.
The Fifth Raccoon was extremely patient, slowly slashing the stream, waiting for the moment when the kid was desperate and wanted to leave the stream.
He was also waiting for the next surprise. He believed that this young swordsman still had some trump cards that could save his life.
But the Fifth Raccoon was surprised to find that he seemed to be losing his patience.
The matured Da Zhi Xuan Realm had all kinds of mysteries. There was the ability to draw water with a bamboo basket, and also the Mirror Flower Water Moon technique. The Fifth Raccoon frowned.
He slashed water nineteen again.
The stream water was extremely turbid.
The Fifth Raccoon did not plan to waste any more time.
Although Hsu Fengnian, who was escaping in a sorry state like a swimming fish, looked like his life was hanging by a thread, his heart was as calm as still water.
Borrowing intent to nurture intent.
Closing the sheath to nurture intent was originally Li Chungang's original creation that made thousands of swordsmen of the younger generation praise.
Hsu Fengnian had to find another way. After practicing the sword, he used the sword intent to nurture the saber intent.
Now, there was an even more accurate saying, which was to use its intent to nurture one's own intent.
Old man, you slash the stream water, I nurture intent!
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