No wonder he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
The current Zi Yin had a completely different temperament compared to a thousand years later. Although he had a sage-like temperament, he didn't have the pressure of a sword immortal.
Mu Qingxiao had met Zi Yin Zhenren a few times in the Ancient Sword Strange Tan Plane, and Zi Yin Zhenren had left a deep impression on him.
After all, a sword immortal was the strongest person he had ever met.
Especially when he couldn't see through Zi Yin Zhenren at all, unlike now when both of them knew each other's strength.
Although Zi Yin was middle-aged now, he still looked young compared to a thousand years later. Moreover, his long black hair wasn't as white as snow.
"Fellow Daoist, is there something on my face?"
Seeing Mu Qingxiao staring at his face, Murong Ziying couldn't help but ask.
Mu Qingxiao shook his head slightly and smiled. "Fellow Daoist, you misunderstood. I just thought you looked like an old friend, so I took a few more glances."
"I see."
Murong Ziying was skeptical, but he didn't ask any more questions. He picked up the wine pot and filled their cups with wine. He sighed and said, "Fellow Daoist, you look young, but your cultivation is so frightening. May I know which sect you are from?"
In fact, when he first saw Mu Qingxiao, Murong Ziying mistook him for an old monster who could maintain his youthful appearance. However, after a few words, he immediately rejected that idea.
Although Zi Yin spoke maturely, he didn't have the vicissitudes of an old monster. He had always been good at judging people, and in his opinion, his intuition wouldn't lie.
As a result, Mu Qingxiao's cultivation was extremely frightening. It made him feel as if he had lived for so many years in vain.
"I don't belong to any sect. I just had some fortuitous encounters."
Mu Qingxiao smiled and didn't say much. Age couldn't be used on an immortal, but he wasn't lying. He really didn't belong to any sect.
"..."
Murong Ziying nodded and didn't ask any more questions. After all, fortuitous encounters were mysterious, and everyone had their own secrets.
After finishing the wine in his cup, Mu Qingxiao noticed the sword that Murong Ziying had placed on the table. It was a cyan sword with jade beads embedded on it, making it look extremely elegant.
Mu Qingxiao raised his head as he placed the wine cup on the table. A bright light flashed in his eyes as he said, "Brother Murong, I have some insights into the Way of the Sword. Why don't we have a friendly match?"
To put it nicely, it was a sword duel. To put it bluntly, it was a martial arts duel to see who had a deeper understanding of sword dao.
"Oh, a sword duel?"
Murong Ziying was a little surprised. At the same time, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect Murong Ziying to be a sword cultivator as well.
He could feel that Mu Qingxiao was very strong, and not just ordinarily strong. However, he did not detect a trace of swordsmanship. He did not know how high the latter's achievements in swordsmanship were.
"Alright, since that's the case, let's stop here."
Mu Qingxiao smiled. Murong Ziying was very strong, and he could be a good opponent to test his limits.
"Brother Murong, let's go to the bamboo forest a few miles away from the city. It's a good place for a duel."
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It was noon, and there were no clouds in the sky. The sun was high in the sky.
A few miles away from Lin'an City, there was an open space in the bamboo forest. Two figures stood in the middle of the open space. The young man in white stood with his hands behind his back, while the middle-aged man held a sword behind his back.
"Brother Murong, please!"
Murong Ziying's face turned serious as soon as he finished his words. Then, a terrifying sword qi swept out from his body and soared into the sky.
"Seventh-stage Combination Realm, very strong indeed!"
Mu Qingxiao originally thought that Murong Ziying was a fourth-stage Combination Realm cultivator at most. He didn't expect to underestimate him.
Moreover, the sword intent from Murong Ziying showed that he had a deep understanding of sword dao.
Clang, clang...
Mu Qingxiao didn't want to be outdone by the terrifying sword intent. His supreme sword intent soared into the sky. He just stood there, but it was so dazzling that he seemed to have turned into a divine sword.
Neither of them attacked first, but the two different sword intents covered the sky. All the creatures within dozens of miles were trembling under the two sword intents.
Those who weren't cultivators and hadn't awakened their spirits couldn't feel the pressure from the sword intents.
However, the demons, devils, ghosts, and even some cultivators within a few dozen miles were suffocating under the pressure of the two terrifying auras.
In Lin'an City, a group of cultivators from unknown sects gathered together and looked at each other with pale faces. They looked at the sky in the distance with solemn eyes.
"What a terrifying aura. Just the aura alone is enough to make me want to worship it."
"I wonder which sect's strong cultivators are fighting. I hope it doesn't affect Lin'an City."
"This is a strong cultivator. I wonder how long it takes for us to reach such a level..."
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In the bamboo forest outside the city, Murong Ziying looked solemn as he sensed the terrifying sword intents between heaven and earth. However, his heart was in turmoil.
Mu Qingxiao's strength was beyond his expectations. Not only was the latter's cultivation profound, but his understanding of sword dao was also on par with or even above his.
Although neither of them attacked and were just testing each other, he could feel the dominance and sharpness of Mu Qingxiao's sword intent. It was as if he was an emperor.
Murong Ziying had doubts before, but now, he completely regarded Mu Qingxiao as an opponent on the same level as him.
"Brother Qingxiao, your cultivation is slightly lower than mine. Why don't you attack first?"
Murong Ziying didn't underestimate Mu Qingxiao at all. Instead, he sounded very serious.
"In that case, Brother Murong, you must be careful."
Mu Qingxiao didn't dawdle anymore. He nodded slightly and pointed his middle and index fingers in the air. Countless illusory sword shadows appeared around him.
"Kongming Sword!"
Mu Qingxiao didn't dare to be careless when facing Murong Ziying, who was five levels higher than him. Moreover, he wanted to test his limits, so he naturally wouldn't hold back.
Seeing how Mu Qingxiao could create countless illusory sword shadows with just a word, Murong Ziying's eyes flashed with admiration.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the next second, countless illusory sword shadows shot toward Murong Ziying at a speed that couldn't be seen with the naked eye. Both the power and the force were terrifying.
Murong Ziying looked calm. He placed his green sword in front of him and circulated his spiritual Qi. The sword spun rapidly in his hand and formed a defensive barrier.
Clang! Clang!
The sharp sword shadows clashed with the barrier, creating crisp sounds. At the same time, a terrifying sword qi storm swept out with Murong Ziying as the center.
"Borrowing force to fight force?"
Mu Qingxiao's eyes narrowed. Murong Ziying's control was terrifying. He could fight back while blocking the Kongming Sword.
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