Yu Shuanglin had already been put down by the Clan members. Right now he was leaning against the wall, watching the battle intently. With a half-mocking smile he said, "Little Devil Jiang has a lot of tricks up his sleeve!" An Yesun laughed coldly, "That's right, but you have to understand him. Even a little worm lying on the ground will kick its legs before it dies. Devil Jiang is just struggling on his deathbed; today he is destined to die! " Waving his fan, he pointed toward the distant cliff and asked the disciple, "Is your Hierarch hiding in that secret room over there?"
"Yes …" the disciple replied, "The Holy Hierarch is invincible; you will die if you go there." An Yesun laughed coldly, "Is Devil Jiang your father, or your grandfather? I think you want to praise him to the heavens. "
The more Li Yijie heard, the angrier he got. "Devil Cult thief," he said, "Death is at hand and you still don't know how to repent! Hey, An Yesun, let's fight on our own; we won't interfere with each other! You won't refuse me again, will you? "An Yesun laughed coldly," Humph, good luck. "
Li Yijie was already impatient; he pulled out his sword and attacked. In just a few moves he dispersed the enemies in front of the stone platform. But in front of them they were surrounded; it was not easy to activate the mechanism. An Yesun disdainfully said, "A bunch of good-for-nothings!" He waved his fan and in a split second a group of people in black clothes fell to the ground.
Lu Qian and Cheng Jiahua had stopped their quarrel at some point. They stood together with their backs against the cliff, the tips of their feet lightly bouncing, as if they were watching a show leisurely. Lu Qian laughed and said, "Truly astute people should stay on the sidelines and watch the battle, waiting for those who like to play the hero to take the fall of the fallen and open a path for us. That way we can save a bit of energy." Cheng Jiahua laughed, "Exactly. Great minds think alike. "
Nangong Xue did not want to mingle with these two people, so she stepped aside. Her eyes were fixed on Li Yijie; her palms were sweaty. Seeing that he was forced to retreat, her heart suddenly trembled; seeing that he had killed the enemy, she felt relieved and happy. She was completely unaware that several followers had taken advantage of her unpreparedness to sneak up on her. When they were close enough, they suddenly thrust their swords at her back.
Nangong Xue vaguely heard a few cries of surprise, and also sensed that something was wrong behind her. She quickly leaned to the side to avoid the attack. Using the tip of her foot as an axis, she turned in a semicircle and stood in front of the man on the left. She raised the "Cangquan Dragon's Roar" to block the incoming sword. While he was in a hurry to draw his sword, another man chopped down with his saber. Nangong Xue did not have time to draw his sword, so he had no choice but to use the scabbard to hit the man's wrist. The first one swung his sword horizontally at her waist. In terms of actual martial arts, Nangong Xue was not necessarily weaker than the two of them. It was just that he was caught unprepared at the beginning of the fight, and thus fell into a disadvantageous position.
The two followers had always cooperated well with each other, and each of their stances and stances were well-coordinated. After several rounds, her situation became more and more critical. Just as her sword was deflected, the saber that was aimed at her shoulder could no longer be used to block. Just as the saber was about to chop her shoulder, suddenly she heard a whooshing sound as two silver needles flashed in front of her eyes and pierced into the two followers' chests. The man holding the saber died on the spot. When the saber fell, its momentum was greatly reduced; it only scratched his skin, and the wound was very shallow.
Nangong Xue jumped a step to the side, her heart still beating fast. A moment later she raised her head and looked around, trying to see who was her savior. An Yesun closed his folding fan and left the fighting ring. He slowly walked to her side and stood still. "Your martial arts are bad enough," he said coldly, "if you were distracted by the enemy, wouldn't it make things worse?"
Nangong Xue looked at him and said, "Thank you … but just now … I could have handled it myself." When dealing with people, she always thanked them for their kindness, but she also cared a lot about her reputation. Therefore, after she thanked him, she quickly defended herself.
An Yesun said indifferently, "I didn't say you couldn't." Nangong Xue laughed happily because he didn't expose her thoughts. But then she remembered something and her heart felt stifled. "Today you called me a troublesome woman," she said in a questioning tone. "You also said that I'm a femme fatale. What did you mean by that?" In order to match her tone, she purposely put on a straight face. An Yesun looked at her blankly and said, "Did I call you that? How come I don't remember? "
Nangong Xue was angry and amused at the same time. She felt helpless. If other people said this, they might think they were trying to deny it, but if An Yesun said he forgot, then maybe he really did forget. In any case, other than Chu Menglin, he didn't care about anyone else. She lowered her head and smiled faintly. "How come you've been so cold to me ever since we arrived at the Devil Cult's headquarters? If you want to avoid my Shixiong's suspicion, then you don't have to. "
An Yesun said, "What do you mean by cold? Have I ever been intimate with you? Why would I want to avoid his suspicion? " Nangong Xue heard him say the word 'intimate' as if nothing had happened. Although she knew he didn't mean it, she still couldn't stop her face from reddening. The two of them turned their heads to look at the situation on the battlefield.
They saw Li Yijie was firmly guarding the stone platform, not a single enemy was able to get close to him. His swordsmanship was extremely exquisite; he moved in a circle and stabbed in a straight line. Chopping, slicing, chopping, his long sword seemed to be as magical as the seventy-two different weapons. His sword pierced through the enemy's shoulder bone, followed by a downward sweep, piercing the enemy's left knee, followed by an elbow strike, striking the enemy's right waist. His long sword was like moving clouds and flowing water, steady yet fierce, confident yet elegant; he had the demeanor of a generation's swordsman.
Nangong Xue hadn't seen her Shixiong use a sword for a long time. When they were fighting at the front hall just now, they were all fighting on their own. Moreover, he didn't use his full strength. Right now she was pleasantly surprised and couldn't stop jumping and cheering. She pulled An Yesun's sleeve and said with a laugh, "Look, my Shixiong's martial arts have improved greatly. It's only a matter of time before he recovers!" She treated this matter like a young girl.
An Yesun originally squinted his eyes indifferently, but when he heard her report the good news, he opened his eyes to take a closer look. After a few moves, he had a clear understanding of Li Yijie's level. He lost interest and coldly said, "That's not necessarily true. He doesn't have any internal energy in his sword, so he only wins with his moves. It's fine if he's dealing with a small fry, but if he's facing a real expert, he'll be able to easily send his long sword flying. "
Nangong Xue wasn't convinced, so she focused on watching the fight, trying to find a way to refute it. The person Li Yijie was fighting now was a disciple who used an iron staff. His moves were very steady. Li Yijie's sword met the disciple's iron staff head-on. Li Yijie didn't dare to meet the attack head-on, so he twisted his sword and cut off the disciple's wrist. Then he turned his sword around and stabbed the disciple's lower abdomen behind him. Anyone could see that this move was a trick that won him the most.
Nangong Xue's face reddened. An Yesun's expression said, "See, what did I say?" His mocking expression showed that he wasn't convinced. He wanted to save his Shixiong's face, but he couldn't let An Yesun take the opportunity to ridicule him for having poor taste. So he said, "So what if he wins with his moves? Even if he's facing a master of internal energy, as long as he can hit his vital point before he can use his palm, then he'll win. "An Yesun said," Isn't your Huashan kungfu the most important thing when practicing it? "
Nangong Xue was startled, but immediately understood. The Hierarch of the Devil Sect wanted to unify the Wulin world, so he must have studied the martial arts of all sects and schools. It was normal for him to teach his disciples. But what he heard sounded right but was actually wrong, so he tried to cover up the whole thing. She smiled and explained, "It's not the most important thing, but the foundation of internal energy. When you practice it to the point of perfection, you'll be able to easily defeat the enemy with even the most ordinary moves. Only when you know what's important and what's important can you make your kungfu solid. Otherwise, if you're careless, you'll lose control of your qi. You know, when you're injured by fighting, the most difficult thing to heal is internal injuries. "She then used the mnemonic formula of Huashan's Qigong as an example to explain in detail.
She didn't care that An Yesun was an important figure in the Devil Sect, but she told him everything about the martial arts of the Orthodox Sect. Anye Yun didn't realize how important the secret he had accidentally overheard was. If it had been another experienced member of the Devil Cult, he might have been able to find the flaws in it and perfect his own Qi Formula, using it as a magic weapon to suppress the Righteous Sect. Fortunately, the two of them didn't know much about this, so they didn't talk about it. Otherwise, no matter which sect's seniors heard it, they would shake their heads.
An Yesun said, "I don't understand. Aren't they all the same? But no matter how wonderful your Shixiong's moves are, they're still copied from the secret manuals of our Sacrifice Shadow Sect. It's like using a spear provided by the master to pierce the master's shield. Even if one of them wins, in the end, the master's weapon is more powerful. It has nothing to do with him. "
Nangong Xue said, "That's not true." He pointed at Li Yijie, who was in the middle of the battlefield. Li Yijie was wielding a long sword in all directions. The sword in his hand was as nimble as a snake. Every time he stabbed a disciple, it was as if he was drawing a complicated diagram. His left hand formed a sword seal, causing blood to spurt out from his wounds. Nangong Xue explained, "This move is called 'Offering a Hundred Flowers to the Buddha'. It's an authentic Huashan martial art. Don't think that your Sacrifice Shadow Sect's martial arts are so great. My Shixiong has already sworn that he won't use it again. "
An Yesun humphed coldly and said, "Your Huashan martial arts are divided into authentic and unorthodox martial arts? Your sect's founder must be bored out of his mind! "Nangong Xue felt a bit disgusted by his ridicule. She suppressed her anger and ignored him.
An Yesun sighed softly. She didn't know if he was talking to her or talking to himself, but he said, "Unfortunately, no matter how dazzling the moves, no matter how profound the internal energy, in front of Demon Jiang, it's just a child's play. It's not worth mentioning." There was a deep sense of helplessness in his words. When he mentioned this issue, Nangong Xue felt a pain in her heart. She couldn't hide her anxiety. She couldn't care less about her anger and hurriedly asked, "When we get to the secret room … are you still going to do that?"
An Yesun smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, do you still need to ask? You can't even persuade those righteous people to give up, but you're still dreaming. You want to persuade me, a demon from the Devil Sect, to give up? Do you think it's practical? "
Nangong Xue said, "I did try to persuade them, but they're all blinded by greed. If I say those words, they'll only accuse me of spreading lies to mislead them. I'll also give Senior Martial Brother something to use against me. I've always been pragmatic. Even if there's a 30% chance of success, it's still worth trying. But if I knew from the start that it was a dead end, there's no need to try to solve it. In the end, I still can't solve it and it'll cause me a lot of trouble. But I've never stopped trying. These days, my mind is filled with your problems. Tell me, either you die, or he dies. I want to find a third way so that everyone can get what they want. "
An Yesun said resolutely, "There's no third way, unless you count me dying together with him! The enmity between us can only be washed away with blood. "He glanced at Nangong Xue and sneered," You really are a stupid woman. You still haven't given up on your wild imagination? I've already advised you not to come, but you didn't listen. Don't blame me for putting your life on the line. "
Nangong Xue sighed and said, "I'm not regretting it. Even if I go back in time to the day we set out, I'll still go without hesitation. I'm just worried about Senior Martial Brother … He's a strong-willed person just like you. Right now he's in the limelight, but his real martial arts are still far from your level. I know this is a big worry for him. The others are fine, but I'm afraid he'll be too eager to succeed and cause more trouble. He seems to hate you a lot … If he wants to compete with you, he'll ignore the big picture … ay, Senior Martial Brother is still a child. He's completely capable of doing that. "
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