Chapter 83

"The 'Seventy-Seven Forty-Nine Moves of the Returning Wind and Dancing Willow Sword' is known as one of the three great sword techniques of the Profound Gate, along with the Wudang Sect's 'Two Rites Divine Sword' and the Kongtong Sect's 'Flying Dragon Nine Styles'."

Zhuang Buran stood with his hands behind his back, calmly dodging Gu Feiyun's successive attacks, and evaluated calmly:

"Seeing it today, it is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Upon hearing this, Gu Feiyun's face did not change at all; he suddenly twisted his wrist and threw the sword with deep internal strength; the sword, relying on the rotation of the internal strength, turned back from behind and stabbed toward the youth in red's back; it was surprisingly the last move of the 'Seventy-Seven Forty-Nine Moves of the Returning Wind and Dancing Willow Sword', and also the most powerful move.

In an instant, Niuroutang's two fingers were joined like an orchid, and she approached the youth in red with ethereal footwork, then stroked over.

It looked like a strike as light as a clear breeze, but it had a sinister power that could injure people invisibly, causing the enemy to have their tendons and veins misaligned at best, and their five internal organs damaged at worst.

At the critical moment, only to see a sword Qi bursting out from Zhuang Buran's elbow, directly knocking the long sword attacking his back flying.

He then used hardness against softness, raised his hand in a move of 'Dragon Regrets its Pride', and used the 'Seven Injury Fist' containing heavy fist power against Gu Feiyun.

Gu Yunfei was caught off guard, and after resisting the fifth wave of fist power, he was already injured and vomited blood; having suffered internal injuries, he waved his large hand and scattered a handful of poisonous powder at the youth in red.

Niuroutang's 'Ruyi Orchid Hand' requires extremely deep internal strength and exquisite techniques to achieve success; this skill is known for its changes in finger techniques, and can be used for both attack and defense, with even more treacherous and elusive changes.

As a result, facing the hard, fierce, and ruthless Dragon Subduing Palm, she first wanted to use treacherous and elusive changes to reduce some of the palm power, but because the solidity and thickness of the palm power far exceeded her imagination, she instinctively swept across the air and avoided it; even so, she could not avoid being injured by the palm power, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

And it was precisely because of this dodge that she was not accidentally injured by the poisonous powder.

When the poisonous powder and smoke gradually dissipated, Mu Daoren drew his sword with the momentum of thunder, and Gong Jiu also drew his sword; the two of them were obviously using many lives as a raft, just to wait for this moment.

"Interesting, using poison and sneak attacks, using every possible means; this is the martial arts world I am more familiar with!"

Zhuang Buran's tone was light and slow, as if he had not been injured by the poisonous powder; he punched Gu Yunfei to the ground, causing a shallow pit to be smashed into the ground, and he had already died with his five internal organs shattered and blood flowing from his seven orifices.

At this moment, Mu Daoren's sword light had arrived, like flowing water, and like flying clouds, as if it were everywhere, yet nowhere to be found; the sword momentum seemed slow, but in fact, it was as fast as lightning, and the Yin and Yang Qi flowed with the blade, making it difficult for people to parry.

And Gong Jiu's sword technique was unique, as if it were a sword technique that had formed its own school overseas; it clearly attacked from the front, but in fact, it specifically snatched the side, stepped on the strange gate, and attacked from the flank, which was extremely sinister.

On the surface, the tip of the sword pointed crookedly and inaccurately, seeming to be one thing but actually another, making it impossible for people to grasp.

Zhuang Buran's Qi machine flourished, and a strange divine intent swirled around his body, involuntarily making the two attacking people feel that strange power was invading their heart meridians, burning their minds, and they suddenly felt as if they had fallen into hell, suffering unbearable pain.

A power that could be retracted and released at will, could be large or small, indestructible, and fearless, quickly struck toward Gong Jiu.

His backhand move, like an antelope hanging its horns, was truly spicy and sharp, peerless in the world; he immediately countered the power, then imitated the posture of a crippled beggar begging, and the sword momentum secretly matched the Strange Gate Dunjia in the staggering, with the sword path pointing directly at the youth in red's behind the ears, crotch, and armpits.

That power that could be retracted and released at will, curved and straight as one wished, all according to the heart's intent, intercepted halfway again.

And Mu Daoren's eyes suddenly brightened, and he saw a brilliant and dazzling sword light that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

It flew obliquely, like a startling flash of lightning, like a long rainbow across the sky; it was surprisingly the 'Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens' that shook the world!

The sword light was brilliant and rapid, without changes, and not even a follow-up move; it seemed as if all the power of the whole body had been integrated into it, and sometimes having no changes is precisely the best change.

The onlookers felt indescribable; when did peak experts become so worthless, appearing in batch after batch.

Not to mention that many experts had sword techniques not weaker than the Baiyun City Lord and Ximen Chuixue, just talking about the few who had not died at the end, their martial arts attainments were vaguely higher than those two peerless swordsmen by three points, which truly made people dumbfounded and terrified.

Especially Mu Daoren, who claimed to be first in Go, second in poetry and wine, and third in sword technique; the martial arts he displayed were much higher than anyone imagined, and he was truly the most unfathomable expert.

And this young master's sword technique was even stronger than Ximen Chuixue's, making people involuntarily awestruck.

And this madman, one only felt that he was walking further and further on the inhuman path, not only having learned many famous ultimate techniques but also possessing unbelievable martial arts.

"This old Daoist is well-versed in the essence of various sword techniques and is good at breaking others' ultimate techniques; I have studied the Baiyun City Lord's 'Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens'."

"The weakness of this sword lies in its excessive pursuit of perfection; in this way, it loses changes."

After Mu Daoren finished speaking, he swung his sword, pushing the essence of the Yin and Yang Two Rites of the Wudang sword technique to the peak; the sword moves were round like Taiji, yet hidden with hard and fierce murderous intent, and the reality and illusion were unpredictable.

As soon as the two touched, the brilliant sword light gradually melted and dimmed, turning into nothingness.

At this time, Gong Jiu also broke through the obstruction of that power and approached the youth in red; he deliberately stepped into the air with his left foot, as if to lure the enemy, but his right-hand sword stabbed at his Dantian, like a crippled dragon raising its head to swallow a stream.

"It seems it is time to get serious." Zhuang Buran suddenly smiled:

"The old Daoist can break one move of 'Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens', but can you break the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth moves?"

A snow-white smoke light, as agile as a divine dragon, shot out across the sky, first knocking Gong Jiu flying.

The youth in red's whole body Qi machine fluctuated, and power burst out from his two hands, two elbows, two feet, and two knees, turning into brilliant and colorful sword light, striking toward Mu Daoren with the momentum of thunder and lightning.

Mu Daoren's expression changed suddenly; while performing the 'Two Rites Divine Sword' in his hand, he leaped backward; he used the 'Cloud Dragon Three Folds' innovated from the 'Ladder Cloud Vertical', allowing himself to borrow force and change direction three times in the air, breaking the limits of conventional lightness skills.

But even so, the sword light seemed to be the same as the power Gong Jiu dealt with, able to be curved and straight as one wished, but in the end, the power contained in the three sword lights gradually dissipated, and it was successfully worn away and dissolved.

Mu Daoren then used his Daoist robe's long sleeves as a weapon, melting internal strength into the flexible fabric, which could turn hardness into softness, unload force and counterattack, and could also sweep across thousands of troops like an iron whip; this was precisely the Wudang Sect's 'Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeves'.

As the long sleeves rolled, wherever the sleeve wind passed, the glazed tiles on the ridge of the hall cracked inch by inch; when the sleeve robe shattered, it successfully dissolved a sword light again.

He then continued to perform the 'Two Rites Divine Sword' with one hand, and struck with another palm; the palm power seemed light, but in fact, it contained the power to shatter hearts and lungs; he had once shattered a bronze tripod three feet away with one palm, with no marks on the surface but the inside turned into powder; this was practicing the Wudang Cotton Palm to the realm of 'hitting a cow across a mountain'.

After this, he helped his own sword technique to turn a sword light into nothingness.

And the last three sword lights made Mu Daoren completely desperate; he tried his best to stimulate the internal strength in his Dantian, regardless of whether his meridians could bear it, and then exerted force and spat power according to the sword momentum, trying his best to use the Yin and Yang Two Rites essence in the sword technique.

The sword light passed in a flash; Mu Daoren landed on the ground, standing straight, motionless.

"Drip, drop..."

Only to see fresh blood continuously flowing down from the arm holding the precious sword, flowing along the palm holding the sword to the tip of the sword, and then dripping onto the ground.

"Dying under a sword technique that does not seem to be of the human world, dying under the hands of a god who has descended to the world... I am not wronged!"

Mu Daoren sighed lightly, blood seeped from the center of his eyebrows, and he crashed to the ground, his body dead and his Dao dissipated.

(End of chapter)