Chapter 10

Entering Wanmei Villa, Yu Liancheng saw Ximen Chuixue.

A pale face, pale hands, snow-white clothes, but the sword at his waist was pitch black.

His entire body radiated a lingering chill that made people's hearts tremble.

Besides Ximen Chuixue, who else in the world possessed such pure sword Qi, such pure killing intent?

Ximen Chuixue had also seen Yu Liancheng.

He stood tall, black clothes like ink, the faint smile on his face like ripples on green water, gentle and moving.

Only his entire person seemed like a long sword out of its sheath, radiating a cold light, making people look on with awe, and even causing stinging pain in the eyes when looked at.

These didn't look like two people, but rather two divine weapons.

Two peerless divine weapons that could cut iron like mud and were sharp and exposed.

The moment their eyes met, it was even more like divine weapons clashing, sparks flying everywhere.

Ximen Chuixue said: "You have come." His tone was cold, also carrying a chill, without the slightest emotion, not like a human voice.

Yu Liancheng said: "I have come."

He was not a man of many words on ordinary days, but whether it was the three religions or the nine schools, he could converse a few sentences. But in front of Ximen Chuixue, he couldn't say a single useless word; this person was simply too cold.

Ximen Chuixue said: "Draw your sword."

Yu Liancheng said: "Good, I have long wanted to experience Ximen Chuixue's sword technique."

His gaze was fixed on Ximen Chuixue's hands; these hands were pale, slender, and the nails were trimmed well. But once these hands gripped the sword, it would inevitably be earth-shattering.

Ximen Chuixue said: "Why haven't you drawn your sword yet?" His gaze was also fixed on Yu Liancheng's hands, without blinking. For experts, any moment could decide life and death.

Yu Liancheng said: "When it is time to draw the sword, I will naturally draw it."

Sharp and murderous aura already filled every corner; this heavy pressure actually made Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, who were standing to the side, feel stifled.

But neither Yu Liancheng nor Ximen Chuixue was willing to make the first move.

They stood in a stalemate, trying to find a flaw in each other.

But for experts like this, how could they easily reveal flaws?

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and sighed: "For swordsmen like this, one is already enough. Yet there are three, and they happened to meet together."

Hua Manlou stood beside him: "Is the other one Ye Gucheng?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded: "Who else could it be besides him?"

Yu Liancheng naturally heard this sentence, and he shook his head in his heart.

In the world today, although the most famous swordsmen were Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng. Especially that Ye Gucheng, whose move "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens" was honored as a peerless skill without predecessor or successor.

But there were far more true sword Dao experts than this.

The Wudang veteran Mu Daoren had reached the peak in both internal energy and sword technique, his strength unfathomable, not inferior to the later Ximen Chuixue.

The Emei Sect Leader Dugu Yihe's "Blade and Sword Twin Kill Forty-Nine Styles" was also a peerless skill in the world, and this martial art required extremely brilliant sword technique.

There was also Gong Jiu from the overseas Wuming Island, whose sword technique attainments had also reached a very high realm.

There were quite a few sword technique experts in this world.

Of course, the one who walked to the end was indeed Ximen Chuixue alone.

No wonder someone in a previous life said Ximen Chuixue was the true protagonist, appearing as one of the two great swordsmen of the age, with high visibility throughout.

He advanced triumphantly in sword Dao, constantly surpassing himself, and finally became a Sword God for a generation.

And those whose sword technique attainments were clearly higher than his became his stepping stones, adding a topic of conversation to his reputation as a Sword God.

He even married and had children, with a happy family.

As for the surface protagonist Lu Xiaofeng, his martial arts and wisdom were both top-notch, but he suffered quite a few setbacks. He claimed to have friends all over the world, but almost every major case had his friends involved. Even the women he liked rarely had good endings.

Just at this moment, with a "clang," the precious sword in Ximen Chuixue's palm left its sheath, sword Qi soaring to the heavens, the light brilliant and dazzling, as if even the full moon in the sky had lost its color.

He had made his move.

Ximen Chuixue naturally saw that although Yu Liancheng still had no flaws, he was slightly distracted and had not been fully focused on this clash.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Ximen Chuixue could no longer wait.

The sword light was like a long rainbow crossing the sky, swift, brilliant, and dazzling, possessing an indescribable heart-shaking power. In an instant, it had crossed a distance of several zhang, flying over to stab.

What a fast sword, what a fast strike.

Since entering the pass, the swordsmen Yu Liancheng had clashed with were countless. Among these people, many were famous for their sword techniques, but compared to Ximen Chuixue, their swords were more than a notch slower.

And often, being just a little slower was enough to decide victory or defeat, life or death.

Ximen Chuixue's sword was not only fast but also sharp and fierce. The sword broke through the long sky, and even the air emitted a sharp whistling sound, its momentum extraordinary.

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, although only standing to the side and not directly facing the edge, also felt their entire bodies turn cold, their faces losing color.

As for Yu Liancheng, who was the target of the sword, as the sword light arrived, his entire body was enveloped by chilling and peerless sword Qi, cold to the bone marrow.

In heaven and on earth, there were not many people who could receive this sword.

But Yu Liancheng was, after all, Yu Liancheng.

He finally moved.

The "Duoqing Sword" suddenly left its sheath, his wrist turned, and the long sword stabbed out. The sword momentum was heavy, the sword light nimble; they were two extreme contradictions, yet they perfectly fit together.

Ding!

Two long swords clashed in the void in an instant, the sword tips hitting together, sparks flying, and force scattering.

Yu Liancheng remained as steady as a mountain, only the ground beneath his feet sank slightly. Ximen Chuixue, however, had changed color, his toes suddenly tapping the ground, his figure nimbly retreating.

Lu Xiaofeng's pupils shrank; he naturally knew that Ximen Chuixue's active attack had not gained any advantage, but instead suffered a secret loss.

Yu Liancheng's sword technique might not be superior to Ximen Chuixue's, but his sword, while appearing light and nimble, was actually heavy and steady. Anyone who clashed with him for the first time would find it very difficult to get used to his sword path.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the "Duoqing Sword"; he had already investigated that this sword was crafted by Zhu Ting, and compared to ordinary swords, it was quite a bit heavier, at least forty or fifty catties, or even heavier, simply not suitable for use by swordsmen.

Yet, in Yu Liancheng's hands, this sword was as light as a feather.

Either this guy was born with divine strength, or he had cultivated some kind of external martial arts.

External martial arts generally turned people into big hulks with muscles all over. But Yu Liancheng was not like that; he looked scholarly. If he truly had cultivated external martial arts, he must have cultivated this skill to the realm of returning to the basics.

Ximen Chuixue's figure advanced, the sword light unfolding into a ball of spinning and dazzling cold light, enveloping Yu Liancheng from all sides.