Chapter 67

"I happen to have mastered a flying sword technique. I wonder if you are interested in seeing it?" Su Xuan said to Wei Zhuang.

"Oh? I’d like to hear the details?" Wei Zhuang became greatly interested.

Su Xuan was willing to take the initiative to show him the flying sword technique; of course, he couldn't ask for more.

"Since you want to see it, then please lend me the sword in your hand first!" Su Xuan stated his request.

The few people who came here.

Yan Yan Lingji didn't use a sword. Only Wei Zhuang and Zi Nu brought swords. Zi Nu’s sword was a soft sword. Su Xuan thought about it and felt he couldn't get used to it. Excluding Zi Nu’s soft sword, only Wei Zhuang’s sword could barely be used.

Although Shark Tooth looked more like a saber than a sword, it could barely be considered a normal sword.

Shark Tooth was a good sword that Wei Zhuang had spent a lot of effort to find for himself.

Although this sword looked different from ordinary swords and even had the name of a demon sword, in Wei Zhuang’s view, it was a sword that matched him exceptionally well.

The impermanence of the world is called demonic.

And the students of Ghost Valley are destined to become the chess players who control the winds and clouds of this world. The so-called impermanence of the world is also under his control.

It was precisely because Shark Tooth had extraordinary significance to Wei Zhuang.

So upon hearing Su Xuan’s request to borrow the sword, he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

For a swordsman, a sword is like a brother; how can it be easily lent out?

However, thinking of the flying sword technique Su Xuan mentioned, Wei Zhuang hesitated.

In the end, he drew the Shark Tooth he was holding and handed it to Su Xuan.

Su Xuan didn't stand on ceremony at all. Taking the Shark Tooth, he said softly: "Regarding the method of using a sword, I only know one kind, called—Sword Technique!"

"Sword Technique?"

Wei Zhuang, Zi Nu, and Han Fei’s expressions tightened simultaneously.

When ordinary people talk about swords, they are all 'so-and-so sword techniques' or sword techniques of some school. Su Xuan’s sword was only called 'Sword Technique'—it seemed too arrogant.

Or could it be that the sword technique he spoke of was enough to encompass all the sword techniques of all schools in the world? Could it be compared to theirs?

After this thought arose, Wei Zhuang rejected it.

"Whether it’s a bluff or truly mysterious, we’ll know soon!"

Su Xuan’s voice continued: "As the saying goes, where the white light rises, people die. The so-called sword technique is the art of penetrating the mystery of the unity of sword and Qi, using the mind to control the sword, and using the spirit to command the sword!"

As he spoke, he suddenly loosened his grip on the Shark Tooth he was holding.

A vast white light enveloped the Shark Tooth. Under Su Xuan’s control, the Shark Tooth, which had left Su Xuan’s palm, did not fall to the ground but flew through the air toward the distant Baijia Army.

When Zhuan Zhu assassinated King Liao, a comet struck the moon; when Nie Zheng assassinated Han Kui, a white rainbow pierced the sun!

At this moment, under Su Xuan’s control, the Shark Tooth was like a white rainbow, striking toward the bright moon.

The Baijia Army was tightly guarding outside the death row prison, waiting for good news from their general. As Bai Bai Yifei’s personal guards, they had experienced many wars with him. Although there weren't many of them, each one was an elite.

The vast white sword light flew over and was immediately discovered by the Baijia Army.

When one of them turned his head and saw this vast white sword light clearly.

The edge of the Shark Tooth had already slashed across their throats.

Just as Su Xuan said, where the white light rises, people die.

Those who see the white light will lose their lives!

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"What exactly is this thing?"

"Careful!"

Screams mixed with the surprised warnings of the Baijia Army sounded.

The Shark Tooth sword was enveloped in white light. After rushing into the Baijia Army, it was like entering an empty land; wherever it passed, no one was left alive.

Although the Baijia Army were elites who had experienced many wars with Bai Bai Yifei and were used to death on the battlefield, with every one of them having stained their hands with countless blood.

But facing this long sword flying through the air, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, with no power to fight back.

Even if someone noticed that it was this long sword enveloped in vast white light that was taking the lives of their comrades and immediately swung their swords, intending to knock it down.

But the speed at which this sword flew was too fast, giving them no time to react at all.

Where the white light passed, several lives were lost.

Realizing they couldn't knock it down, other Baijia Army members intended to dodge, but unfortunately, they still couldn't do it.

The 'using the mind to control the sword' and 'using the spirit to command the sword' that Su Xuan spoke of didn't just mean that the sword was controlled by his spirit; it also meant that the moment the sword flew out, all the Baijia Army members here were locked on by his spirit.

In other words, either confront this sword head-on and knock it down.

Dodging—you can't dodge it.

Blood bloomed one after another. The white sword light shuttled back and forth among the Baijia Army. Originally, there were several hundred Baijia Army members guarding here, but in a short while, more than a hundred died. Then, after another while, more than a hundred died.

From the initial resistance to the fear after the resistance failed, in the end... the Baijia Army had become numb.

They couldn't escape, they couldn't survive, so they simply resisted to the end.

They had the idea of knocking down the flying sword again, but the result was still fruitless.

As the last person’s life was taken by the flying sword.

The Baijia Army here was completely wiped out, with no one left alive.

The rich smell of fresh blood, even from a distance, reached the noses of Han Fei and the others.

Wei Zhuang and Zi Nu’s expressions were solemn—or rather, heavy.

If they were amazed after seeing Su Xuan’s flying sword technique earlier, then after seeing Bai Bai Yifei’s personal guards, the Baijia Army, have no power to fight back and be easily slaughtered by this flying sword, they had turned from amazement to shock.

In a short time, several hundred Baijia Army members all died under a single sword strike from the air.

If this sword appeared on the battlefield, and if its target wasn't ordinary soldiers but the enemy general, what kind of situation would that be?

"Compared to this sword, what is the mere Hundred-Step Flying Sword?"

Wei Zhuang couldn't help but whisper to himself.

Before this, he thought the Hundred-Step Flying Sword of the Ghost Valley school was the pinnacle of flying sword techniques. Until today, after seeing this sword strike by Su Xuan, he realized he was wrong.

From here to where the Baijia Army was, was it just a hundred steps?

Separated by a great distance, controlling the sword from the air, slaughtering hundreds of people.

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You must know that these hundreds of people were not leeks, nor were they ordinary characters, but Bai Bai Yifei’s personal guards, the Baijia Army. There weren't many of them, but each one was an elite who could fight against many.

Yet such elites couldn't withstand a sword strike coming from the air.

Han Fei’s face was a bit pale. He was also a decisive person, but he didn't understand martial arts. Even if he could remain calm in the face of the dead, that was just individual dead people. Really watching so many people die in front of him, even knowing that Tian Ze’s chaos started with Bai Bai Yifei and these personal guards of Bai Bai Yifei were not good people but accomplices who helped the tyrant, he still didn't feel very comfortable.

But in the end, he chose to restrain himself and said nothing.

Yan Yan Lingji’s eyes flickered with strange colors. Although she had seen Su Xuan’s powerful ability to crush Tian Ze, after seeing Su Xuan’s sword-controlling technique, she was still shocked to realize that her understanding of Su Xuan was still not enough.

To some extent, her serving Su Xuan as her master didn't seem to be a loss; after all, Su Xuan was powerful enough.

Swish!

The Shark Tooth sword, enveloped in white light, flew out and fell into Su Xuan’s hand.

After killing so many people, there wasn't a drop of blood on the Shark Tooth sword.

This was, of course, not because the Shark Tooth sword was different, but because of the white light enveloping the sword body.

To explain in detail, the Shark Tooth sword was just a carrier; what truly killed people was the white light on the sword.