Ever since Han Xiushui finished her apprenticeship 30 years ago, no one had ever caused her to be in such a sorry state.
Zhao Yun was like a hard and cold rock. As a grandmaster swordsman of Mount Shu, she tried her best, but she couldn't do anything to Zhao Yun, a young and inexperienced person.
In front of all the disciples and the people of Beast Hall, she had lost all her face.
However, Han Xiushui did not become impatient. Instead, he focused all his attention on the sword move.
From the beginning, she knew that Zhao Yun's swordsmanship was extraordinary. She also knew the result of this duel.
She could afford to waste time, but Zhao Yun couldn't.
The final victory was enough to wash away the humiliation.
After Mount Akina agreed to the bet, she was afraid that there would be more changes in the battle. She didn't dare to let her guard down and paid full attention to every move on the battlefield. She was even more nervous than when she was fighting a life and death battle.
However, she heard Luo Yihong say with a chuckle, "Grandpa Qiu, you said that Zhao Yun would be defeated within 50 moves. It has already been 41 moves." She was so attentive that she counted every move carefully, hoping that Zhao Yun could reverse the outcome.
"There's no need to worry. Zhao Yun will be defeated soon." Mount Akina looked carefully, and the stone in her heart fell to the ground. She said with a smile, "Look at Zhao Yun's right hand that is holding the sword. Is it more sluggish? Is his shoulder trembling and unable to withstand the huge force of the sword? Is the height at which he swings the sword greatly reduced and is no longer as smooth? "
"But???? Did you see his eyes? Resolute, cold, and confident. Do you think he will be defeated with such a gaze? "
"If gazes can kill, then I have to remind you that your future husband will die countless times."
"What?" Although Luo Yihong was intelligent, she couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this.
"Rose Immortal Wife's husband. Other men will definitely be crazy with jealousy, envy, and anger. Those gazes can already tear him into pieces."
Luo Yihong sneered, "What kind of joke is this?" She immediately understood that Grandpa Qiu was feeling confident that he would win, so he was in a relaxed mood and could casually joke around with her.
However, she couldn't smile at all. She thought to herself, "Zhao Yun, did I make a mistake in my judgment? Can you give me a miracle? "
After a few more moves, Zhao Yun was exhausted from the endless sword moves. Her flaws were exposed, and her body couldn't help but lean forward. Gradually, her lower body became unstable.
Han Xiushui had real talent and knowledge, and her eyes were sharp like a torch. Naturally, she would not give up this rare opportunity.
After dragging on for so long, it was time to end it!
The colorful light on the Kunwu Sword soared, and the three-foot-long green blade moved strangely and as fast as lightning. It was the ultimate unique skill of the Spring Flower and Autumn Dew Sword, "Traceless Autumn Dew".
"Little thief, you're not bad. You actually managed to force me to this extent. But that's all there is to it. "
Even if you're as round as a pearl, even if you're beautiful, you're just a drop of autumn dew. You're destined to die under the scorching sun and disappear without a trace!
Her body moved in a flash, and the sword light moved in a flash. The essence of "speed" in the sword moves was fully displayed, and it really lived up to its name of "traceless".
Everyone only saw a blur in front of their eyes, and Han Xiushui was floating two feet above Zhao Yun's chest. The Kunwu Sword in her hand had steadily pierced into Zhao Yun's shoulder.
Zhao Yun resisted 43 moves, but she couldn't resist the 44th move.
Zhao Yun persisted for so long, but in the end, she was destined to fail.
Blood gushed out, and it was even more dazzling than the colorful sword light of the Kunwu Sword.
The hot blood and unwilling ambition would also return to silence along with the Traceless Autumn Dew.
"You lost! The Green Lotus Swordsmanship is no match for Mount Shu's swordsmanship. "
Han Xiushui announced coldly, but there was unconcealable pride in her words.
This battle was very worthwhile. Not only did it allow her to make a breakthrough in her swordsmanship, which had been stagnant for many years, but it also vividly displayed the strength of Mount Shu.
If the fourth of the Four Talents of Mount Shu, Han Xiushui, was already like this, one could imagine the background of Mount Shu.
Han Xiushui believed that now the Beast Hall would seriously consider whether to become enemies with Mount Shu, and would no longer act rashly.
The disciples of the Water Faction of Mount Shu cheered and shouted excitedly, "Master won! Master won! "
Originally, it was natural for Mount Shu to win, and Han Xiushui to defeat the enemy. But at this moment, the disciples were excited by the victory in front of them, and they were inexplicably excited.
Duobao clenched his fists unwillingly. His fists were frozen by the vital Qi of the Breath Sustaining Incantation, but they were still so weak, and he couldn't gather any strength. The two long swords of Mount Shu above his head were like a whip of humiliation, continuously whipping at his self-esteem. His junior brother's vomiting of blood was like a hammer striking his heart, and he couldn't help but regret his impulsiveness, which caused him to be hit by Han Xiushui's Water Dark Sword.
On the other side, Hu Qing and Hu Lan's spirits flew out of the sky along with their gushing blood. Their bodies went limp, and tears streamed down their faces. They forgot about life and death, and didn't care about honor or disgrace, but they were unwilling to accept this cruel reality. If they could, they would rather be disfigured in exchange for the safety of their beloved husband.
"How is it? Grandpa Qiu's judgment is correct, right? "Although Mount Akina won the bet, she couldn't smile too much at this moment. The women of Mount Shu cheered loudly, and the huge Shiwan Mountains reverberated with the sound of victory. It was as if Mount Shu had become the home ground.
Although the Beast Hall was surrounded by elite soldiers and firmly blocked the exit, even the elephant and the people were shocked by the divine power of Han Xiushui's Water Dark Sword, and their momentum had already lost for a while.
"How can this be?" Luo Yihong opened her small mouth in astonishment. "Could it be that my judgment was really wrong?" Her jade fingers trembled slightly, and she was still doubting the scene in front of her eyes.
If you're really a hero, how can you be defeated like this on the long road to immortality?
"It seems that the great hero in my heart can't possibly be you."
Little Guai Bao's eyes were also rapidly rolling around. It was obvious that he was also dissatisfied with Zhao Yun's performance. She caused his master to lose the bet, and she even caused him to not be able to rummage through old man Qiu's house and steal things for three months. "Baobao is so angry!"
Seeing that Luo Yihong was silent, Mount Akina could only remind her, "Let's not talk about the bet for now. Now, it's time to apologize to Han Xiushui. With Mount Shu's strength, it's better not to provoke them for the time being. As for that Zhao Yun, when old man Luo returns, we'll think of a way to seize her. "
The Beast Hall's strength was clearly far superior to Mount Shu's at this moment, but they had to lower their heads and admit defeat to Mount Shu. Luo Yihong was unwilling, but she also knew that the situation was pressing and she had no choice. Her red dress fluttered lightly. Just as she was about to step forward and speak, her expression suddenly changed greatly. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be overflowing with water as she stared fixedly at the scene. She muttered, "No, I haven't lost the bet yet."
At the same time, Mount Akina also felt the sword aura pervading the air. The powerful might covered the sky and earth, and a tragic sword song resounded between heaven and earth. It was as if a pipa was being played, and the sound was wildly striking. A heavy and majestic aura rushed straight into her heart.
"How is this possible! Zhao Yun actually still has the strength to counterattack! Han Xiushui only wanted to preserve Zhao Yun's life, so she didn't use her energy to activate the breathing technique and let him retain a breath of life. However, that sword aura forcefully poured in and should have exhausted Zhao Yun's physical strength. How can he still use his sword? Could it be … "Mount Akina's pair of old eyes protruded like a dead fish. She was even more shocked than being eaten alive by ten earthworms." Could it be that he actually exposed a flaw and risked his body being injured and crippled to lure Han Xiushui into his trap? "
If it was really as she guessed, this Zhao Yun not only had a body like fine iron, but his willpower was even stronger than diamond. In a battle of life and death, even if one had the intention to control their strength, it would be difficult for them to do as they wished. The slightest mistake would cause them to be smashed to pieces and consigned to eternal damnation. Zhao Yun clearly knew that Han Xiushui's sword technique was tyrannical. If he didn't die, he would be injured. However, he still took the risk and forcefully resisted this sword that could shatter bones and destroy the heart.
Mount Akina really couldn't imagine it. Her eyes were already filled with admiration. How could there be such a young man in this world?
Zhao Yun simply didn't seem like a young man anymore.
Although young people were also persistent and stubborn, although they were infatuated with no regrets, they would turn back when they reached the bottom of the southern wall. When they reached the end of the Yellow River, they would give up. They could like a woman for three years or ten years, but give up on the first day of the eleventh year. They could write an anthology that no one cared about for three years or ten years, but give up on the first day of the eleventh year.
In the end, young people had too many choices. If they couldn't pursue this woman, they could pursue another. If they couldn't pursue literature, they could choose to practice martial arts. There was still time.
However, Zhao Yun didn't seem like a young man. Instead, he was more like an old pedant. He diligently studied and studied the classics without any regrets. He was more like an orphaned vassal who was unwilling to surrender even when he was cornered. He resolutely jumped into the great flood.
His dedication to the sword seemed to have integrated into his blood. No external force could take it away.
Amidst the monstrous murderous aura, Han Xiushui suddenly felt the aura of death descend.
Her eyes opened wider than her fists. Her hands were already trembling.
She was still immersed in the joy of being complacent. In an instant, she was about to face the disaster of destruction.
She had never guarded against an enemy who was dying because there was no need to.
However, Zhao Yun, who was on the verge of death, still managed to swing out an earth-shattering, heaven-shaking sword strike.
She hurriedly counterattacked with her sword, but even she knew that the Spring Flower and Autumn Dew Sword's momentum was completely gone.
Her heart was in a mess. Her reaction was also slow. She even knew that her fate was sealed.
Han Xiushui was too fleeting. She knew that Zhao Yun used the Green Lotus Sword Technique, but she didn't know about the obsession of the successor of Green Lotus.
"The successor of Green Lotus dedicates his life to the Way of the Sword. No regrets!"
Li Qinglian was unparalleled in the world. The Purple Wisdom Sword was unparalleled. Ling Ye Lai's sword shocked the immortals. The Green Lotus Sect would never let down the sword, and the sword would never let down anyone.
Zhao Yun revealed a flaw. He seized the moment when Han Xiushui's spiritual awareness relaxed. He endured the great pain of the Kunwu Sword piercing through his shoulder and shouted, "I'm willing to die with dust and ashes!"
The sword tip suddenly turned, and the extreme move of the Green Lotus Sword Art was used again.
The Four Symbols Vital Energy that he had painstakingly accumulated was completely used up. The Mighty Fighting Divine Sword was driven by Zhao Yun's majestic sword intent. It let out a long mournful cry, the sound of a dragon's roar was endless, and the sword energy filled the vast sky.
Only by being able to reach the pinnacle of emotions could one reach the pinnacle of swords.
Wei Dou had no regrets having such a master!
Fighting to the death with no regrets!
Perishing together with the enemy was just an act of infatuation with the sword.
Zhao Yun did not care about the pain of her wounds tearing open and blood gushing out. She pushed her way through and easily broke through the defense line of the Spring Flower and Autumn Dew Sword. A green lotus bloomed and fixed on Han Xiushui's terrified eyes before she died.
As the sword pierced through his heart, Han Xiushui fell backwards, his body crashing heavily onto the ground.
His internal organs were shattered by the sword, and he couldn't be more dead.
A Grandmaster, who was as beautiful as a flower, had turned into a cold corpse in an instant, without even leaving behind a sigh.
The forest was silent. Even the ferocious elephants lowered their proud heads.
The disciples of Mount Shu, who were still cheering for their master, could not accept the sudden change in the situation. They were all stunned, and their mouths were wide open. They didn't know whether to cheer or cry.
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