On the other hand, although Zhao Yun relied on the Four Symbols Vital Energy to eliminate the Breath Generating Incantation in his body and turn it into his own, there was a lot of vital energy that came from the outside. It would take some time to completely dissolve it.
At the same time, his meridians were severely damaged and he was relying on his strong willpower to hold on. Although the Four Symbols Vital Energy had the miraculous healing effect of repairing meridians, it was a gradual process that treated the root of the problem but not the symptoms. It was not as effective as some elixirs in a hurry.
The move "Wu Palace Flowers Buried in Secluded Path" had already used up all the newly formed Four Symbols Vital Energy. There was not much left. Therefore, this duel with Han Xiushui was extremely disadvantageous for Zhao Yun.
However, he acted as if nothing had happened and remained calm. He coldly pointed his sword at Han Xiushui and said, "Make your move."
"I'll let you know the essence of the Mount Shu Sword Technique."
Han Xiushui raised Kunwu and her sword shone with colorful light. The Breath Generating Incantation was activated to the extreme. Her body was like a swallow as she attacked Zhao Yun's neck. She knew that Zhao Yun had a protective treasure that made every part of his body unbreakable. Therefore, she targeted Zhao Yun's throat.
Han Xiushui leaped and waved her sword. There was a dazzling seven-colored light and Han Xiushui disappeared in the air.
This was her dazzling sword technique, which was quite similar to the Hidden Sword Formation in Deep Clouds and Fog. However, the Hidden Sword Formation in Deep Clouds and Fog used stillness to stop movement, making it impossible for others to see any clues. This move, on the other hand, was a momentary stillness in extreme movement. Even if one tried to hide it, it was difficult to hide its dazzling edge.
Zhao Yun sensed the heavenly mystery and responded to nature. He had already discovered Han Xiushui's goal from the moment she made her move. He did not move his sword and waited patiently for the earth-shattering attack.
"Hundred Flowers Hair!" In the void, Han Xiushui and her sword became one. Like a waterfall, a powerful current surged. The dormant power exploded in an instant and turned into thousands of waves. Each of the waves was magnificent and murderous.
Zhao Yun's brows sunk and he raised his right hand. Just as Han Xiushui was about to unleash her ultimate move, Zhao Yun raised his sword horizontally to block the attack. The broad blade of his sword had already completely blocked the wave. There was no need to use the Four Symbols Vital Energy. The sword saw the crux of the wave and slashed diagonally. It was like cutting tofu, cutting the fatal wave into pieces.
"Ding." The waves condensed from Zhen Qi lost their lives in an instant. They sang a sad song in the air, and then helplessly disappeared without a trace.
Zhao Yun raised his hand and advanced again. The Mighty Fighting Divine Sword was thrust out continuously. Before the thousands of waves converged, it blocked the left and blocked the right. It was like a lone general moving freely in the midst of an army of ten thousand.
Because he did not use his zhenqi, the speed of his attacks was not very fast. The key was his perfect grasp of timing. If he was too hasty, it would have been too early, and if he was too slow, it would have been too late. In the blink of an eye, Han Xiushui's killing move had been neutralized.
Han Xiushui saw that when Zhao Yun wielded the sword, her aura was heavy and majestic, she was neither panicked nor disorderly, she had the air of a great general. Unconsciously her heart shivered, "This little thief's swordsmanship is actually this good! It was said that the Azure Lotus Sword Art was the most mysterious sword art in the world. It was ranked even higher than the Mount Shu Sword Art. If I can defeat him with my swordsmanship, I will be making a name for Mount Shu. "
As she pondered, her sword flashed continuously. Every move was an exquisite move of the Spring Flower Autumn Dew Sword Art. She did not give Zhao Yun a chance to catch his breath.
The Spring Flower Autumn Dew Sword Art was the foundation of Mount Shu's swordsmanship. The so-called Spring Flower referred to the colorful sword moves, like a hundred flowers in full bloom, dazzling the eyes. The so-called Autumn Dew referred to the unhindered sword intent, like the morning dew meeting the sun, fleeting and disappearing.
Although Han Xiushui was not as diligent as Li Biyun, not as talented as Zhang Lingyue, not as good as Ye Feihua, and had the lowest cultivation among the Four Talents of Mount Shu, she had immersed herself in swordsmanship for decades. At this moment, she was shocked by Zhao Yun's strength, so she no longer underestimated him. After the heart of the sword had completely calmed down, not only did it fully display its past skills, it also triggered the mysteries of heaven and the magical effects of fantasy. It took the initiative to add changes to the swordsmanship, increasing the power of the complex sword moves.
Zhao Yun defended himself tightly. He was not in a hurry to attack. He used defense as a substitute for offense, and all of his moves were defensive sword moves. He knew that Han Xiushui's spirit was at its peak at this moment, and his injuries had not healed yet. The vital Qi in his body was only enough to use one ultimate move, so he could not use his strength to fight. He could only temporarily protect his body and wait for Han Xiushui to reveal a flaw.
Everyone watched as Han Xiushui's every move was deadly. The rainbow-colored sword light was boundless and filled the sky. Zhao Yun, on the other hand, was like a small boat. No matter how the waves rolled, he was still guarding his bier and was safe and sound. They couldn't take their eyes off the scene and were dazzled.
A few of Han Xiushui's disciples thought, "Master is too selfish. She obviously has such a powerful swordsmanship, but she is not willing to teach it to us sincerely. Hmph, no wonder we, the Shui Family, have the lowest status in Mount Shu. We only have the fate of being ordered around. If there are a few extraordinary experts among our disciples, wouldn't her status rise as well? She wouldn't have to listen to Martial Uncle Biyun's signal anymore. "
A white-bearded old man on the woolly mammoth quietly leaped to Luo Yihong's side and whispered in her ear, "Little Hong 'er, this Han Xiushui possesses such swordsmanship. It shows that Mount Shu's reputation is not false. According to this old man's humble opinion, it's best that we don't have a direct confrontation with them. "
Luo Yihong rolled her eyes at the white-bearded old man. She cried out in dissatisfaction, "I say, Grandpa Qiu, why are you becoming more and more timid? What's so great about Mount Shu Sect? Do you think Beast Hall is afraid of them? What's more, Grandpa has already said that we must invite Zhao Yun back at all costs. How can we watch him slip away in front of our eyes? Why, you can't beat this old woman? "
The white-clothed old man from Mount Akina smiled bitterly and said, "I don't care about her little skills. It's just that, ignoring other sects, Mount Shu is different from others. You still don't know, right? Mount Shu's head disciple, Li Biyun, and Lingyun Temple's Tianyuan Sect's Sect Master, Song Jiang, are husband and wife. In other words, Mount Shu and Immortal Grove's number one sect, Lingyun Temple, are in an alliance. The two sects are of the same breath and branch. Once they act together, Beast Hall won't be able to deal with them. "
"Oh my god, then why didn't you say so earlier? Looks like Hong 'er got into trouble again. Oh, right, even if Grandpa Qiu didn't stop me, he would have recorded a big demerit. "Luo Yihong exaggerated her astonishment with her mouth, but there was no fear in her eyes.
She focused her attention on the swordsmanship duel between Zhao Yun and Han Xiushui. Her eyes were actually filled with infatuation.
Mount Akina was immediately tongue-tied and couldn't say a word. However, there were ten thousand Dou E's crying in his heart. "My little grandaunt, didn't I stop you? Can I stop you? I told you that a person who can make the Hundred Thousand Mountains tremble and cause the elements of heaven and earth to go berserk definitely has a great background. I told you to endure for a while and wait for Old Man Luo to come back from the meeting. However, you didn't even listen to half a word. Just like that, he drove the Mammoth Guards in such a hurry, setting up a grudge with Shu Mountain without any explanation. "
Luo Yihong seemed to have found her conscience. She finally turned around and comforted Mount Akina, who had an aggrieved expression. She giggled and said, "Alright, Grandpa Qiu, don't frown. In any case, with you here, the sky won't fall. Oh right, Grandpa Qiu, look at their swordsmanship duel. Who will win? "
"This Zhao Yun's aptitude isn't bad. She comprehended the realm of using her will to control the sword at such a young age. She really is a talent that can be nurtured." When it came to swordsmanship, Mount Akina's comical expression changed from that of a wronged baby to that of a professional.
"Using her will to control the sword?" Luo Yihong asked, puzzled.
At this moment, Han Xiushui was brandishing the move "Silkworm Until Death". Her body was spinning wildly like a top. The true qi of the Art of Life Sustaining was endless, covering her body with a layer of green light like a cocoon. Soon after, a strong gale surged, boundless dust filled the air, and the trees howled wildly.
In the blink of an eye, Han Xiushui was like a feather leaving the bowstring. She was faster than the sound of thunder. She concentrated on her swordsmanship and was full of killing intent. Once again, she rushed towards Zhao Yun's head.
Mount Akina blurted out, "Using the sword to control the person! I actually underestimated Han Xiushui. "
Luo Yihong didn't have time to ask in detail. For some reason, her heart skipped a beat. She saw Zhao Yun use her sword to protect her forehead in the midst of the hurricane. Her expression didn't change as she coldly shouted, "Break!"
That dark and unremarkable sword was actually unafraid of the green light that crushed everything. It pressed forward courageously and directly stabbed into the green cocoon.
"Rip!"
The cocoon formed by the true qi of the Art of Life Sustaining was actually no different from a real cocoon. The unbreakable barrier was cut open by this sword. Layer by layer, the cocoon was stripped bare, and it broke with a sound.
"How could this be? He actually managed to hit my only flaw with a single strike. With so many layers of true qi surrounding me, how can he accurately hit the key point? " Her pupils flickered with disbelief and surprise. Han Xiushui's figure rapidly retreated, avoiding the sword edge that Zhao Yun continued to thrust.
The incomparably vast sword aura was withdrawn before it was released. It was like a damp firecracker in the air, appearing abnormally funny.
"Phew." Seeing that Zhao Yun was still standing, Luo Yihong couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Her fiery grandeur also rose and fell like great waves. She suddenly stared blankly. Her face was also slightly tipsy. She thought to herself, "Why am I so nervous? This feeling is really strange. Could it be that I actually have feelings for this Zhao Yun? "
In fact, her nervousness wasn't completely due to the feelings between a man and a woman. It was more of the most natural reaction as a person.
The so-called compassion, everyone had it. Sympathizing with the weak, it was probably human nature. Although the people of Immortal Grove lived on the edge of the blade and were used to seeing life and death, bullying the weak was disgraced by ordinary people. Even many evil path authorities also advocated evenly matched fighting, disdaining the behavior of violently bullying the weak and indiscriminately killing the innocent.
The scene of Zhao Yun being like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered and being served by the women of Mount Shu made Luo Yihong's first impression of compassion. What's more, Zhao Yun was so handsome. Handsome people were always able to arouse women's sympathy.
Mount Akina didn't notice Luo Yihong's childish attitude at all. While pointing at the direction of Zhao Yun's sword move, she explained, "The so-called sword controlling with intent, to put it bluntly, is not relying on true energy to operate the sword move, but using the sincere sword intent to communicate with the sword. Just the sword intent alone can possess boundless power. Look, Zhao Yun's hand is moving slowly. It looks soft and powerless, but because of the flow of sword intent, the sword moves are completely at will. Although it's slow, it has a natural rhythm. Although it's soft, it secretly generates divine power. That's why it can persist under Han Xiushui's attack. "
"In that case, Zhao Yun has a high chance of winning against Han Xiushui?" Luo Yihong's voice contained a trace of anticipation, a trace of joy, and a trace of unclear throbbing.
Mount Akina shook her head. "Not at all. I dare to assert that Zhao Yun will definitely be defeated in less than 50 moves. At that time, should we forcefully seize Zhao Yun and completely form an enmity with Mount Shu, or should we turn hostility into friendship and repair our relationship with Mount Shu and let them leave freely? Hong 'er, you should consider it clearly. "
But Luo Yihong's delicate body trembled. She had no time to think about negotiating with Mount Shu and asked instead, "How can it be? Didn't you just say that Zhao Yun is very impressive for being able to control the sword with intent? Then how can he lose? "
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