Chapter 113

Cheng Xinzhan didn't know what kind of changes were happening on the Moon-Reflecting Mirror, nor did he know how many old acquaintances were in Kong Que City. He just swung his sword cleanly and calmly, one after another, climbing up step after step.

It wasn't until after a certain block and retreat that he discovered there were no more swords behind him.

He looked at the wide and bright jade platform and only then realized that he had already climbed to the high platform, and there was no one here.

He stood in place, closed his eyes and meditated, recalling every move and style just now.

He was quite satisfied with most of his responses, but he felt that some places were not good enough and thought about what to do next time he met them.

It didn't take long before the second person came up soon.

That person was also a young man. The two looked at each other, and Cheng Xinzhan took the lead to nod in greeting.

That person also nodded and smiled, and said: "Xue Lixing of Mount Laoshan, greetings, fellow Daoist."

Cheng Xinzhan was somewhat surprised. He thought it would be a disciple of the Hengshan Sword Sect, "Cheng Xinzhan of Mount Sanqing, greetings, fellow Daoist."

The Moon-Reflecting Mirror not only reflected their figures, but their conversation was also spread out.

Everyone knew their names.

Just after the two exchanged names, the third, fourth, and tenth came up one after another.

However, as more people came up later, they didn't report their names to each other anymore, but instead, hostility gradually increased.

And the Master of Huanzhu Tower saw that there were enough people, so he cast a spell again, and all those who were struggling on the steps and hadn't crossed halfway were sent back to Kong Que City.

And the Jade Yao Platform also began to divide at the same time—one into two, two into four, four into eight. The people on the platform were also divided into different Jade Yao Platforms. Finally, there were forty-eight Jade Yao Platforms in the void and ninety-six sword guests holding body swords.

The Moon-Reflecting Mirror reflected the forty-eight pairs of sword guests one by one, but Cheng Xinzhan and his opponent occupied nearly one-third of the space of the Moon-Reflecting Mirror.

Cheng Xinzhan's opponent looked a bit older than him, about thirty years old. This person had been paying attention to the Moon-Reflecting Mirror. At this time, he discovered that the battle scene he was in actually occupied nearly half of the Moon-Reflecting Mirror and was at the top, and a look of joy couldn't help but appear on his face.

At this time, the voice of the Master of Huanzhu Tower sounded in everyone's ears,

"Fight against each other, compare in pairs, only swords can be used, other magic treasures cannot be used, talisman incantations cannot be used, stop when you reach the point, do not hurt lives, let's start now."

Cheng Xinzhan moved upon hearing the sound, but saw his opponent still looking at the Moon-Reflecting Mirror, so he had to stop his movements and remind him, "Fellow Daoist?"

That person woke up from a dream. Only saw him reluctantly withdraw his gaze, suddenly tidying up his clothes and crown, and said politely: "Fellow Daoist, our sword fighting is for discussion and improvement, not life-and-death enemies. We should report our names before fighting with swords."

Cheng Xinzhan felt it was polite upon hearing this, so he said: "Greetings, fellow Daoist, this poor Daoist is Cheng Xinzhan of Mount Sanqing."

That person was startled after hearing this. This young man was actually from Mount Sanqing. However, thinking that he was now the center of attention, he naturally couldn't show fear. He stood his sword in front of his chest, made a posture, and said with cadence:

"Greetings, fellow Daoist. This poor Daoist is from Bamin, with the secular surname Liu, Dao name Yuwei. My master is from the West Corner Peak of Mount Shiniu, and I revere Mount Wuyi as the ancestral court. I practice the Inner Dan Dao, started practicing Dao at fifteen, and now it has been eleven or sixteen years. I have achieved small success at the first level. The long sword in my hand is cast from deep-sea iron and top-of-the-mountain red gold, named "Jingshan". Please give me some advice."

"Please give me some advice."

Cheng Xinzhan stepped, his body turned into a clear wind, and he disappeared in a moment. When he got close, he took the lead to appear and stabbed directly at the face, leading him to block.

Eh?

The young Daoist felt the strength transmitted back from the sword and was somewhat surprised. The sword this person used to block slashed onto "Autumn Water" and couldn't even affect his elbow, let alone his shoulder or body. At most, it just made his wrist deform, and it even made him feel that it was not as good as the sword turned into by moonlight when climbing the steps earlier.

And Liu Yuwei felt much more panicked in his heart. Climbing the steps earlier had already consumed most of his energy. At this time, the strength of his sword was not even three or four out of ten of what it was when he first climbed the steps. But shouldn't there be consumption? Why was the strength of this young man opposite him still so heavy?

He thought it was because the other party had accumulated strength and rushed over, so he decided not to defend passively. Therefore, he immediately turned defense into attack and also stabbed with his sword.

Cheng Xinzhan looked at this light sword, gripped "Autumn Water" tightly, leaned his upper body back, and waited for the sword to stab empty. When the momentum was exhausted, he used the sword ridge of "Autumn Water" to sweep horizontally onto the stabbing sword. The sword wailed and was swept away. Taking advantage of Liu Yuwei's middle door being wide open and his body being skewed by the sword in his hand, he immediately stepped forward, the sword like a green snake coming out of a hole, and instantly placed it on the person's neck.

"I concede."

He said.

That Liu Yuwei was very surprised. At this time, he even had time to glance at the Moon-Reflecting Mirror and saw his posture of having a sword on his neck clearly displayed on the mirror. He couldn't help but be anxious. Just as he wanted to say something, his body disappeared from the Jade Platform and also disappeared from the mirror.

However, soon, another person appeared opposite Cheng Xinzhan.

People in the city and tower saw it very clearly. Whenever two people defeated their opponents, the two who lost were transmitted back to Kong Que City, and the two winners were placed on a platform, and there would be one less image in the Moon-Reflecting Mirror, and other images would become larger.

This person standing in front of Cheng Xinzhan was someone of similar age, which also meant that he had won once in a very short time.

However, it should not be as fast as Cheng Xinzhan, because this person attacked as soon as he came up. If the previous Liu Yuwei was also like this, then Cheng Xinzhan's time would be several times faster.

This person also started by stabbing directly. Cheng Xinzhan lowered his body, lifted his hand to sweep the sword to strike, using attack instead of defense.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

"Autumn Water" had swallowed quite a bit of gold essence, and the sword body was tough and extraordinary. That person's sword momentum was broken, and he followed the momentum to slide down along the sword. Cheng Xinzhan blocked with the sword grid, then stood up suddenly, the strength transmitted from his toes, swung his sword, threw the sword that was placed on the sword grid out, and the tip of the sword took the enemy's throat directly.

That person leaned back to avoid, and the long sword in his hand drew a big circle from behind his head and then leaned out to slash from Cheng Xinzhan's left front.

He ignored it, stepped forward with his left front, pointed the sword down, and pointed at the person's heavenly spirit. That person had no choice but to withdraw the sword, pull it back from his left front, and turn around to slash down.

"Autumn Water" was slashed down, the tip of the sword almost touched the ground. Cheng Xinzhan bent his right leg, withdrew the long sword, and the person immediately came to attack. He withdrew his left foot again, twisted his body, and made a movement of fleeing.

Seeing this, the person stepped forward several steps and stabbed directly at his back heart.

At this time, Cheng Xinzhan's right foot jumped up, his whole body almost jumped up, using his left toe as a point, his whole body turned back again, dodging the sword at his back heart, and at the same time, he followed the sword that was collected in front of his chest and swung it out again, a point of cold light pointing from top to bottom.

It cut off a wisp of the person's sideburns.

The person still didn't feel it and wanted to lift the sword again, but the next moment, he disappeared from the Jade Platform.

Immediately after, another person appeared on the Jade Platform.

This time it was another lively one. Seeing Cheng Xinzhan, he said, "You are very powerful. Have you already won once?"

"I have won twice."

He said with a smile and raised his sword to attack.

……

The Jade Yao Platform changed from one to many, and now it was slowly decreasing from many. It's just that the most watched platform was still there.

Until the end, there was only one Jade Yao Platform left in the void, and there was only one image left in the Moon-Reflecting Mirror. This image made the spectators feel familiar.

Cheng Xinzhan also felt familiar when he saw it and couldn't help but laugh, "Fellow Daoist Xue."

That person also said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Cheng."

It turned out to be the first two people to climb the platform.

It was already the time of the final battle, but Cheng Xinzhan started to dawdle. He thought of his first opponent, Liu Yuwei, and seemed to have remembered something. He asked,

"Fellow Daoist Xue, now that there are only two of us, may I speak to the people of this tower and city about this sword of mine?"

Xue Lixing nodded with a smile, "Please feel free, fellow Daoist."

He held the sword upside down with his left hand and held it in front of his chest, and flicked the sword body with his right hand. "Zheng!"

The long sword rang high.

"This sword of mine is my first sword, gifted by an elder of the same sect."

He said leisurely.

The people in the city and tower listened quietly.

"This elder was obsessed with swords all his life, but was ashamed of swords all his life."

Xue Lixing also listened carefully and was somewhat puzzled when he heard this.

"This elder was obsessed with swords. After entering cultivation, he devoted his body and mind to the practice of sword techniques, but neglected Qi refining, so he was trapped at the first level all his life. After reacting, the elder regretted and was unwilling, but was unable to turn the tide. In the years that followed, various emotions gnawed at his mind, but time always wipes away those intense emotions. By the time he was old and gray, the elder had already looked down on life, death, fame, and fortune. Only one emotion had never faded, but instead became more engraved in his heart."

"That is the guilt toward this sword. He believed that it was his mediocrity that left this precious sword, which should have been shining, in a dark room."

"Later, he passed this sword to me, hoping that I could make a name for this sword, and also exhorted me to pay equal attention to Dao and vessel, and not to follow his old path."

"I remembered the elder's exhortation, to pay equal attention to Dao and vessel, but making a name for this sword stumped me. I am only a beginner in the sword Dao. Tonight, I am fortunate to borrow the precious land of the Master of Huanzhu Tower and the City Lord of Kong Que City, and I must thank Fellow Daoist Xue for waiting, so that I can say the name of this sword."

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"The sword's name is "Autumn Water"."

He finished speaking, held the sword upside down, cupped his hands and bowed to the direction of the city and tower, and also bowed to Xue Lixing.

Xue Lixing's face was solemn, and he held his sword to return the salute.

"Equal attention to vessel and Dao, we people of the sword Dao should always keep it in mind."

The voice of the Master of Huanzhu Tower echoed above everyone's heads.

The sword guests in the city said yes.

Xue Lixing also said with a smile at this time, "Then I will also borrow the precious land to say it, otherwise my sword will be unhappy. I am a sword caster, and my sword is the first sword I cast. The sword's name is "Chu Lu"."

The two looked at each other and smiled, holding their swords to attack each other.

Both disappeared on the platform at the same time.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

A burst of metal clashing sounds, sparks burst in the void, and after being magnified by the Moon-Reflecting Mirror, they were like massive fireworks, reflecting the fireworks above Kong Que City.

Seeing this, the Master of Huanzhu Tower said with a smile, "These two sword fights finally have a bit of the appearance of body swords."

His mind moved, and the image on the Moon-Reflecting Mirror changed, actually reflecting the two people who were performing body techniques and couldn't see their figures. Only then did everyone see clearly.

At this moment, Cheng Xinzhan was leaning forward, stepping continuously, the spiritual light flickering, stabbing directly at Xue Lixing's chest and abdomen. At the same time, a piece of wind and rain wrapped him. The strong wind followed his footsteps, blowing toward Xue Lixing, and the heavy rain followed the sword momentum. Each drop was like a sword, although it was water, it was shining with sharp silver light, and "Autumn Water" seemed to have truly turned into a pool of water, melting into the heavy rain, making people unable to see clearly.

The latter was like a spiritual snake winding and moving in the rain, seeing moves and dismantling moves, holding the sword to block. He could actually dodge every drop of rain, but because the wind was too strong, the rain was too urgent, and there were too many changes, the spiritual snake could only dodge while retreating. The tips of the two swords changed frequently, dancing into two groups of sword flowers, which could not be seen clearly even in the Moon-Reflecting Mirror.

After retreating more than ten steps, Xue Lixing suddenly stopped. The previous retreats seemed to be accumulating momentum. The long sword drew a circle in front of his body, blocking all the wind and rain, and then suddenly sent it forward. This sword was like a great river breaking a dike, sudden, but unstoppable.

"Good sword!"

Cheng Xinzhan laughed loudly, but borrowing the momentum of the wind and rain, he didn't dodge but attacked instead, stepping forward several steps. The heavy rain all over the sky gathered into a great river, also a straight stab.

Two rivers collided, and the tips of the swords pointed at each other.

A crisp sound was accompanied by an air wave, which swung around with the tip of the sword as the center. The two were taken by the air wave and retreated more than ten steps each, their arms a bit numb.

"Although there is a bit of flashy momentum, in the final analysis, it is still the sword of a mortal, difficult to climb into the elegant hall."

At this time, in Kong Que City, on that eave, a young man who looked the youngest said.

However, upon hearing this, Li Yingqiong was silent and did not echo, perhaps remembering the scene in that valley where the man in the Moon-Reflecting Mirror used his sword to shatter the flying sword of Shushan.

"Jingrui, you are right, as long as you can keep him from getting close, can you guarantee it?"

The big man with a full beard said, "Or have you already concluded your Primordial Spirit? Controlling the sword with thought is already faster than holding the sword with the body? Not yet, right? You think that your current control of "Chi Su" has reached the realm of sword following intention? I don't think so. Your sword control now still relies on the spirituality of the sword, not thought power. If it weren't for "Chi Su"'s sufficient spirituality, I don't think your sword control is as good as using your feet."

The big man said unceremoniously.

"If you can't guarantee not to let the body sword practitioner get close, and you can't guarantee that controlling the sword with thought is faster than holding the sword, then don't say such things again, it will only make people laugh. The sword is a fierce weapon, not embroidery."

"Yes, Uncle Master Li."

The young man who spoke just now blushed and lowered his head.

And looking at the sword-fighting field again, after more than ten moves, Xue Lixing stepped forward again, but this time, with the change of his footsteps, his figure actually divided into two, two into four. In the blink of an eye, he turned into thirty-two people attacking, seemingly still dividing, like a ghost.

Cheng Xinzhan's eyes lit up, and he also stepped forward. It's just that his footsteps were like walking on thunder. At first, it was one person, but just like the tree-like branches when thunder strikes, his figure also divided into one after another. However, it was not a half-division like Xue Lixing, but completely random. In just a flash of lightning, it became a group of people.

This was the sword momentum and footwork he realized when watching the thunder strike and divide the lightning when he was collecting thunder.

And people in the city and tower were surprised to find that the Jade Yao Platform, which was just empty, was suddenly full of people.

And when the two groups of people collided, feeling the strength of the sword, Cheng Xinzhan immediately knew who the real Xue Lixing was.

But Xue Lixing was surprised to find that the strength of the sword of these different Cheng Xinzhan phantoms seemed to be the same, all much worse than before, and he couldn't know who the main body was.

However, he didn't know that Cheng Xinzhan's sword momentum was not as simple as a blindfold.

Just as he determined Xue Lixing's main body, all Cheng Xinzhan disappeared, leaving only a clear thunder light belt pointing from his starting position to the only remaining figure. The other light path branches gradually dimmed, seemingly all gathered on the sword in his hand, causing his sword to be as bright and fast as the lightning. After one sword stabbed out, the tip of the sword was fixed in front of Xue Lixing's chest.

"What kind of sword technique is this?"

Xue Lixing's eyes were illuminated by the sword light and asked.

"I call it the Thunder Splitting Light Sword Technique, intending to be false and true, first disperse and then combine."

"It's really a good sword technique. My Hundred Ghost Shadow Splitting Sword Technique is too empty and too scattered in comparison."

A look of regret appeared on Xue Lixing's face.

"It doesn't matter. I will teach this method to you, fellow Daoist. You and I will discuss it again. I feel there are still many omissions."

Cheng Xinzhan said with a smile. Being able to meet such a fellow body sword practitioner, he was also very satisfied.

The thunder light dissipated, and Xue Lixing's eyes were still bright. He said loudly, "Good!"

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