Chapter 11

Although he had suffered a secret loss, Ximen Chuixue's gaze became even brighter, bright as stars, sharp as sword light.

And the sword in his palm also became even more chilling and cold. The sword light danced again, turning into a ball of spinning and dazzling cold light, piercing through the air, like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating everywhere.

Yu Liancheng's expression remained unchanged; his figure was not tall, but he was like a ten-thousand-zhang mountain, radiating a majestic momentum, towering and motionless. And the "Duoqing Sword" in his palm shockingly met Ximen Chuixue, emitting a heavy buzzing sound as it swung.

With only a "ding" sound, sparks flew, and the two long swords had already begun to clash. The sword light flowed, as if two flood dragons were entangled together, dancing and circling, with infinite changes.

In the blink of an eye, both sides had already clashed dozens of times. But the number of times the sword blades collided didn't seem to be very many. And most of the time, it was Ximen Chuixue attacking and Yu Liancheng defending.

Lu Xiaofeng's expression had become increasingly solemn.

He had always had great confidence in Ximen Chuixue, believing Ximen Chuixue to be one of the most remarkable swordsmen in the world. But as the two clashed, this confidence began to waver.

Yu Liancheng's sword technique was vigorous, his internal energy profound, and he was also skilled in external martial arts, most adept at endurance. The longer the battle lasted, the lower Ximen Chuixue's winning percentage would be.

Ximen Chuixue naturally understood this, so he launched a fast attack like a violent storm from the beginning. Under such a fast attack, no matter how rigorous the defense, flaws would be revealed.

And as long as there was a slight flaw, he could easily defeat the opponent.

But Yu Liancheng's defense was also airtight, as if a ten-thousand-zhang mountain, actually unable to be shaken in the slightest.

And if he couldn't decide the outcome within another thirty moves, Ximen Chuixue would lose his momentum, and coupled with the consumption of internal energy, he would definitely lose this battle.

Hua Manlou suddenly said: "Have you heard of the Rakshasa Cult's 'Great Brightness Canon'?"

Lu Xiaofeng's mood was anxious, but he still nodded: "Naturally I know it; it is said that Yu Luosha created the Rakshasa Cult, and after defeating countless experts outside the pass, he organized the martial arts classics of various sects, removing the dross and selecting the essence, compiling it with countless efforts, and it is the treasure canon of the Rakshasa Cult, which records many magical martial arts."

Hua Manlou said: "I heard that a sword technique is recorded in the canon, called 'Flawless Three Styles'."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "'Flawless Three Styles'?"

Hua Manlou nodded and said: "It is said that these three styles of sword technique were extracted from countless sword technique secret manuals, tempered a thousand times, flawless and without defects, and are peerless skills that are nearly perfect. I imagine that even if they can't compare to City Lord Ye's 'Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens,' they shouldn't be too bad."

Lu Xiaofeng's gaze condensed: "What do you mean?"

Hua Manlou said: "I heard the names of these three styles of sword technique are 'No-Fixed,' 'Immovable,' and 'City-Tilting.' The second style, 'Immovable,' is said to be a defensive move, immovable as a mountain. No matter how high a person's martial arts are, how can they shake a ten-thousand-zhang mountain?"

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and sighed: "Sometimes I really wonder whether you are the blind one, or I am."

Hua Manlou smiled: "I just happen to know a little."

Lu Xiaofeng's gaze turned to Yu Liancheng again; he was indeed defending like a mountain, no matter how swift and changeable Ximen Chuixue's sword was, he stood tall and motionless.

"Regardless of whether this guy is Yu Tianbao, he definitely has an inseparable relationship with the Rakshasa Cult."

Dang!

The two swords clashed together.

And this time, it was Yu Liancheng attacking actively, his momentum like lightning, his momentum like a mountain.

The force exploded in succession, and the surging sword Qi pushed the air to surge in all directions, as if a violent storm had suddenly blown up within several zhang, and the surrounding fallen leaves and flowers were all shredded into powder.

Ximen Chuixue's figure trembled violently, retreating repeatedly, his originally pale complexion now deathly pale as paper.

Yu Liancheng naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity; his figure flew, the long sword in his hand vibrated, and the sword light flew out, turning into a peerless and stunning long rainbow.

Ximen Chuixue didn't dodge at all and also stabbed out a sword. Perhaps it was the critical moment, but his sword's changes and speed had already reached an unprecedented peak.

The sword light flourished, and the two black and white figures had completely merged into the sword light, galloping wantonly. Their changes and speed could no longer be described in words; if the opponent hadn't been each other, the outcome would have been decided long ago.

Lu Xiaofeng's expression was more solemn than ever, and cold sweat had even seeped onto his hands.

He suddenly discovered that although Ximen Chuixue's sword momentum changes were nimble, they were already sluggish, at least not as light and flowing as Yu Liancheng's sword.

This change, although very subtle, was enough to be fatal for top-tier experts.

And for experts like him, sword technique becoming sluggish was due to one of two reasons.

Either his heart was in chaos, or his internal energy was already insufficient.

I'm afraid Ximen Chuixue had both.

At most, within three moves, Ximen Chuixue would definitely die under Yu Liancheng's sword.

The time for three moves passed in a flash.

The two terrifying swords had stabbed out with full force.

This was already the final sword, and the sword that would decide the outcome.

But the outcome was already revealed.

Anyone could see that Yu Liancheng's sword was brilliant and terrifying, possessing the power to destroy everything. And Ximen Chuixue's sword was already at the end of its tether, strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Lu Xiaofeng was already prepared to take action; he was going to intervene in this battle and save his friend's life.

Even if Ximen Chuixue wouldn't appreciate it and would think he had hindered the sanctity of this battle, and might even turn around and stab him with a sword, he didn't care in the slightest.

But there was no need for Lu Xiaofeng to take action; Yu Liancheng's sword momentum had already been retracted by five parts.

This was an excellent opponent, with the potential to become a Sword God in the future. If such a brilliant opponent were lost, wouldn't the world be much more desolate?

Lu Xiaofeng exhaled a long breath; he decided that after this matter, he would invite Yu Liancheng to get drunk at "Zuiyunxian"; this was a person worth making friends with.

However, the next moment, Lu Xiaofeng's complexion suddenly turned deathly pale.

Because he discovered that Ximen Chuixue's sword had a slight deviation, perhaps only a distance of one or two inches, but it was also the distance between life and death.

Ximen Chuixue's entire person was like a lover he hadn't seen for a long time, throwing himself into the embrace of the "Duoqing Sword."

The cold sword blade tore through flesh and blood, already piercing into Ximen Chuixue's chest; he could even feel the sword tip touching his heart.

Yu Liancheng revealed a look of astonishment; he truly couldn't have imagined that Ximen Chuixue would actively seek death.

Blood from Ximen Chuixue's chest scattered like red pearls; he raised his head with difficulty, and a smile suddenly appeared on that ice-and-snow-like face, just like a ray of brilliant sunlight beneath the ice and snow.

Yu Liancheng suddenly understood; for people like this who completely dedicated their lives to the sword, victory was life, and defeat was death; there was absolutely no choice between the two.

This time, Ximen Chuixue couldn't blow away someone else's blood, but he could blow away his own.

This peerless swordsman slowly fell down, a faint smile still lingering on the corners of his lips.