Chapter 148

"Junior Brother, hurry, hurry!"

"They have all gone up, the Mount Huashan Sword Assembly has begun!"

Huang Rong saw the heroes climbing to the summit of Mount Huashan and couldn't help but urge him.

She wants to be a swordswoman and also wants to use this opportunity to make a name for herself.

"Have you ever heard the saying that the finale always appears at the last moment?"

"Besides, Mount Huashan is difficult; it is as difficult as ascending to the blue sky."

"We are not in a hurry!"

Xiao Mochen comforted Huang Rong.

To climb to the summit of Mount Huashan, there are only two paths.

One is from the back of the mountain, which takes more time.

The other is to climb directly up the precipitous cliff.

For the Mount Huashan Sword Assembly, naturally, one chooses to climb the cliff.

This places extremely high demands on a martial artist's strength.

Those who are not Innate experts do not even have the qualifications to climb to the top.

"You are right, the finale always appears at the end."

"I am Yan Shisan, here to challenge the Mad Sword Immortal."

Yan Shisan's low voice rang out.

Even before the crowd could react.

A terrifying sword qi condensed on his body.

The next moment, a phantom of a giant blood-colored sword was seen stabbing directly toward Xiao Mochen.

This sword was simple and straight, without any changes.

But it was precisely because it was simple that it was powerful.

In the martial world, there are very few people who can take this sword.

It is exactly the first sword of the Thirteen Death-Dealing Swords.

To strike as soon as he speaks shows that Yan Shisan is truly dominant in his actions.

But facing such a terrifying attack, Xiao Mochen remained unmoved, activating his Peerless Sword Body.

Instantly, sword light pierced through his body, forming sword armor to protect his whole body.

With a boom.

The giant sword phantom could not advance even an inch further, three zhang away from Xiao Mochen.

"What a Yan Shisan, what a Thirteen Death-Dealing Swords."

"You are launching a sneak attack; if it weren't for my Junior Brother's profound strength, wouldn't he have been killed by you!"

Huang Rong was furious at Yan Shisan's sudden attack.

"If he couldn't block it, that would just mean the Mad Sword Immortal is nothing more than that!"

Yan Shisan was unruly and rebellious.

Huang Rong was so angry she wanted to teach Yan Shisan a lesson, but was stopped by Xiao Mochen.

"So you were waiting here specifically for me?"

Xiao Mochen scrutinized Yan Shisan.

This person radiated sword qi all over, his face like a malicious ghost.

His actions were direct and straightforward; he himself did not reject this kind of dominance.

This might also be the biggest difference between Jin-Wu Xia martial artists and Ancient-Wu Xia martial artists.

Jin-Wu Xia martial artists like to talk big.

Ancient-Wu Xia martial artists are mostly silent and prefer to take action.

Of course, except for the chatterbox Lu Xiaofeng.

"I have a sword, named Sword Fourteen."

"Since this sword came into the world, no one has seen it yet."

"I wonder if the Mad Sword Immortal dares to try it!"

Yan Shisan swung his sword again.

Fighting spirit boiled in his heart.

Being able to block that sword of his is enough to earn his respect.

"Sword Fourteen, huh? I imagine it's not bad."

"However, if you want to fight, then go to the summit of Mount Huashan."

Xiao Mochen pointed casually, and an invisible force directly extinguished the blood-colored sword qi.

The entire movement was smooth and flowing; every move and style was picked up with ease, calm and relaxed.

However, Yan Shisan frowned and said: "Once we reach the summit of Mount Huashan, can you and I really have a fair fight?"

The summit of Mount Huashan is a chaotic battle.

He only seeks the sword dao and came only for the Mad Sword Immortal.

"Where in this world is there so much fairness?"

"As long as you have enough power, it is enough to crush everyone."

"Only the weak care about whether it is fair."

Xiao Mochen chuckled.

Yan Shisan is worried about wasting energy on others and being unable to fight him with full strength.

However, for himself.