Nangong Xue said, "Dominating the world isn't easy. You have to rely on your own ability. The treasure can only help you kill people and commit evil deeds. When things come to a head, can it make any decision for you? Even if he could assist others, it should be because both sides trusted each other, and not because of the master-servant relationship that was only maintained by giving orders everywhere. The treasure also has a heart. If you treat it like this, sooner or later, it will be disappointed and won't protect you anymore. But if it's like the Cangquan Longyin … "
Liu Mujian squinted his eyes and looked at the sword in Nangong Xue's hand. He replied, "Yes, if you didn't mention it, I would've completely forgotten about it. This Cangquan Longyin belongs to my Yellow Mountain Sect's founder and has been passed down from generation to generation. How could it still be in your hands? Haha, this is very good, very good. I have the Seven Evils Treasure and the Cangquan Longyin. Who can be my opponent? I should be able to sit firmly on the dragon throne. Quick, give the sword to me. Don't let it wear out its heaven-bestowed spirituality in the hands of a filthy mortal like you! "
Nangong Xue was both anxious and angry. She said, "You're the one who's being unreasonable. Didn't you already give the Cangquan Longyin to me? Even if you didn't want to, you shouldn't deny what you've done! "
Liu Mujian sneered. "Who said I gave it to you? I was afraid of the Cruel Fiend Star's tyrannical power and had no choice but to endure the humiliation and give the sword to him. As for him giving it to you, it was all his wishful thinking. I didn't know anything about it beforehand, so I can't go back on my word. Now that he's dead, this sword can't be considered a remnant, so it should be mine to take back! "
Nangong Xue couldn't make up her mind. When she accepted the sword, she often felt uneasy. Later, she gave Li Yijie a few hints, which made her even more determined to return the sword to its rightful owner. However, after fighting and killing enemies with it several times, she really couldn't part with it and couldn't let it go. Between a person and a sword, there could also be feelings. From another perspective, she had just gotten to know Liu Mujian's character, and she loathed him. She was even more unwilling to let the treasured sword that she had painstakingly cultivated be destroyed in his hands. If today's sword was given to her by Daoist Lin Kong, then no matter how reluctant she was, she would definitely bear the pain and part with it. However, it was a different story if the one who threatened him was a despicable and shameless villain.
Liu Mujian sneered. "You don't want to hand it over? Looks like you're refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Fine, let's see if you'll hand it over or not! " With one hand holding the Afterimage Sword high and the other swinging the Death Seeking Chop, he split the sword between his two hands and slashed towards the Nangong Xue. In a low voice Cheng Jiahua said, "Don't … don't give it to him!" Nangong Xue nodded. Time was of the essence, there was no time to say more, but that was her answer.
Li Yijie pulled out his sword and coldly said, "Martial Uncle, according to seniority, I shouldn't attack you. But you're indulging in fantasy, you've been blinded by your desire for power. Please forgive me for being disrespectful!" While saying that, he used his sword to block both of Liu Mujian's weapons. His body flashed and he blocked the Nangong Xue's way. "Your opponent is me!" he called out.
Nangong Xue hastily took Cheng Jiahua to the side and watched the fight with rapt attention. Liu Mujian's treasured sword was not old yet, his two weapons were well-coordinated and his attacks were as vigorous as a tiger's. Li Yijie relied on his exquisite moves to fight Liu Mujian to a standstill, but in his heart he knew that he was inferior to Liu Mujian by a large margin.
After a few more rounds, the two of them could be said to be equally matched in terms of moves. Li Yijie's disadvantage was that he couldn't use his internal breath. Several times he had clearly controlled Liu Mujian's vital points, he only needed to attack directly and he would be able to injure him. But because the strength of his sword was not pure, he was easily deflected each time and returned the favor with a sword. At first his pace was very leisurely, but later it became sluggish and his breathing became heavier.
Liu Mujian, on the other hand, seemed to have been ignited by the seven evils, he was no longer tired. As soon as he saw that his opponent was slightly weakened, he immediately increased his attacks. Li Yijie's physical strength gradually weakened and he retreated step by step. But he was concerned about protecting his martial sister, so even though he was injured, he was still able to stand upright.
Nangong Xue's eyes never left Li Yijie. She was deeply worried and wanted to disregard everything and rush forward to help her martial brother and kill the enemy side by side. But when she lowered her head to look at Cheng Jiahua, she hesitated. Right now his face looked extremely haggard. If it was because of her negligence that he was attacked by the other Huangshan disciples, she did not want to see anything happen to him.
Speaking of which, the Huangshan disciples who followed Liu Mujian down were probably scared silly, or perhaps they also did not like their Sect Leader's style, because none of them stepped forward to help. This actually lessened the pressure on the two of them a little. However, the world was treacherous. Who knew what kind of schemes they were scheming in their hearts despite their simple and indifferent appearances?
Her martial brother was the most important person in her heart, she had already made up her mind to live and die with him, so there was nothing to be said. But Cheng Jiahua and she had some friendship. Although she did not know where this friendship came from, she was very happy to be his friend. Seeing him injured in front of her eyes, and it was because she failed to protect him in time, she was always worried, afraid that something bad would happen to him.
Cheng Jiahua also noticed Nangong Xue's dilemma. While her eyes were hesitating between the two sides, he pretended to be indifferent and smiled at her, saying, "Go help him."
Nangong Xue was startled, as if she did not hear what he said, she asked, "What did you say?"
Cheng Jiahua smiled faintly and said, "I said, go help him. You care about your martial brother, how could I not know? I can't be so selfish and let you ruin this important matter because of me, resulting in a lifelong regret. But don't worry, this is a wonderful move that kills two birds with one stone. Think about it, right now the only one who harbors ill intentions toward me is Liu Mujian. If you can subdue him earlier, I will be safe here. You must know that Li Yijie alone is not his match, if he continues to force himself, he will be defeated sooner or later. Why don't you join forces with him to deal with that old bastard first? Only with two against one, will you have a chance of winning. "
Nangong Xue also smiled, as if his words had diluted her originally gloomy mood. She said, "Then you have to be careful." After she finished speaking, she picked up the Cangquan Longyin and joined the battle. Li Yijie was fighting and retreating at the same time. He was only holding on by a small thread of faith, but this was not very reliable, and the situation was extremely dangerous. Nangong Xue thought about how he was doing all this for her sake. He knew that he was no match for them, yet he did not call for help. She was both touched and worried.
Liu Mujian sneered and said, "What? You care about your martial brother? What were you doing earlier? You waited until he was on his last breath to come out and help. It's too late! "Nangong Xue did not answer, but waved her sword, doing her best to defend against the enemy. Every time their weapons clashed, because of the difference in internal energy, the web between the thumb and the index finger and the wrist would become numb. Liu Mujian sneered and said, "My Yellow Mountain Sect's sword is very useful, right? Unfortunately, although it's a famous sword, it's not the Afterimage Sword, so it can't greatly increase your internal energy. You still want to defeat me, so what are you going to do? "
Li Yijie took advantage of the opportunity when the two of them were shoulder to shoulder and said in a low voice, "I saw clearly that he's using a fake one. Although the appearance is enough to pass off as the real thing, the one we saw Cheng Jiaxuan using is the real Qi Sha Afterimage Sword. Just the sword energy alone can kill people from several li away, it's really amazing. However, although Martial Uncle Liu's sword energy is also very strong, it's all from his own internal energy, not from the sword at all. His sword energy is not enough to form white light. If we say that the power of a sword varies from person to person, in Cheng Jiaxuan's hands, that little girl's martial art skill is so low, in the hands of Martial Uncle Liu, whose martial art skill is higher than hers, even if his internal energy does not increase, it can only be the same, there's no reason for it to be weaker. "
Nangong Xue said, "So that's how it is. It's really a freak combination of factors. Luckily that sword is a fake, otherwise none of us would be his match. It's just that this matter is very easy to identify, and Martial Uncle Liu has always been experienced and prudent, how could he not notice the abnormality of the Afterimage Sword? "
Li Yijie said, "Perhaps his greed has confused his nature. He has always wanted to conquer the world and seize the Qi Sha treasure. Now that his lifelong wish is about to be realized, he's wild with joy. Even if he still has a little bit of rationality left in him, I'm afraid he's telling himself that the treasure is real, that we're the ones who want to seize his treasure, that we're the enemies he wants to deal with. Ay, since that sword is not the Afterimage Sword, then Martial Uncle Liu's sudden loss of sanity is not because he was infected by demonic energy, but because of his inner demons. I never thought that Martial Uncle Liu would have such a side to him … "
Nangong Xue felt disgusted and said, "All kinds of evil things in the world are driven by the inner demons of people. The Afterimage Sword will only follow the will of its wielder and unleash its greatest power, but it won't reverse and manipulate human nature. There's nothing wrong with the treasure, the ones who are wrong are those greedy villains who want to take advantage of the treasure and commit outrages. "
Li Yijie was about to open his mouth to reply when he suddenly heard Liu Mujian's cold laugh and said, "Are you very free? You still have time to chat? Fine, today this old man will be merciful and send you two to hell to be a ghost couple! " As he said this, the sword in his hands rose and fell, his attacks became even more ferocious, carrying the momentum of a storm. As they clashed, it was as if the dark sky before a rainstorm had appeared, gathering the strength of Mount Tai and pressing down on the two people.
Nangong Xue's internal energy was weaker, so her whole body felt a heavy pressure. Her surroundings were enveloped by his sword aura, bringing with it a strong wind that brushed past her face, causing her to feel a faint pain. In front of her was a dazzling silver light, the sword blades clashed with each other, and golden sparks constantly exploded.
Although Liu Mujian was using a fake Afterimage Sword, in terms of real martial arts, the two people would find it difficult to contend against him. Before long, they were in dire straits, repeatedly facing dangerous attacks, and were forced into a corner step by step. Previously, when they were in an open space, they could rely on their nimble bodies to dodge and protect themselves, but once their escape route was blocked, only death awaited them. Nangong Xue used all her strength to wave her sword to block the attacks. Even if she didn't want to retreat, she couldn't just blindly retreat, so she looked to her martial brother for help.
Li Yijie was attacked by him, and waves of vigorous internal energy continuously flowed from the two swords. He couldn't circulate his internal energy to resist, so his chest and lungs were shaken several times, and his arms were so sore that he almost couldn't lift his sword. A mouthful of fresh blood was already in his mouth, but he didn't want to show weakness to the enemy, nor did he want Nangong Xue to worry, so he swallowed it back down. Immediately, the smell of blood rushed into his nose. This kind of recoil from the inside out was the most unbearable, and at the same time, his eyes were also affected, stinging with unbearable pain. But in this urgent battle, he couldn't find a chance to close his eyes.
Nangong Xue was burning with anxiety, and wished she could snatch the sword from her martial brother's hand and fight on his behalf. Just now, she was also carefully observing the two's sword moves. Li Yijie's Huashan sword style was known for its stability and strength, and its strength was both in attack and defense. Liu Mujian, on the other hand, wanted to surpass the Hundred Schools, so in his early years, he had painstakingly studied the martial arts of various schools and sects. Although he was crazy now, he still remembered the origins of the moves.
Every time Li Yijie stabbed with his sword, he followed the orthodox Huashan style, and he knew where to cut and where to block like the back of his hand. After figuring out the pattern, he would rush forward to counterattack, and block his moves in advance. Li Yijie was flustered after a few moves, and it was as if he was sending himself forward to be beaten.
In comparison, the Devil Cult's sword style was nimble and ruthless, perhaps it could restrain Liu Mujian. Right now, her life and death were on the line. She could only hope that her martial brother was not so inflexible. Just now she deliberately hinted to him to let him understand that martial arts were the same as treasures, there was neither good nor evil, and everything depended on the mind of the user. There was no martial art in the world that couldn't kill people, but as long as it was controlled properly, it was also out of benevolence to show some mercy.
But Li Yijie couldn't understand this. He hated the Devil Cult to the core, and once swore that he would never use the martial arts recorded in the secret manual. Even if he died, he would not accept their kindness. Just the fact that he became the Wulin Alliance's Alliance Leader during the Heroes Assembly was enough to make him suffer all kinds of criticism, and he suffered a lot of criticism. Therefore, even though Liu Mujian forced him into a corner, he still used the Huashan sword style, which he was very familiar with.
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