Chapter 123: Facing the Enemy with a Broken Sword (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

You Longsheng is young and arrogant, but he truly has ability.

At this moment, he thrusts out with his sword.

This sword strike is both swift and fast; when Yu Liancheng is still three feet away from the blade, he already feels a chill rushing toward his face, cold enough to pierce the bone, as if he were standing on the peak of Tianshan.

This strike is the essence of You Longsheng's swordsmanship, and he has brought it to its peak; snowflakes are shattered into powder by the Sword Qi, then transform into a long dragon that merges into the sword's momentum, increasing its power by thirty percent.

Yu Liancheng, however, does not change his expression.

His right hand curls into a claw and suddenly reaches forward, carrying a cold and sinister energy, like a life-taking ghost claw reaching out from hell; it seems as if the roar of a fierce ghost enters You Longsheng's ears along with this grab, causing his mind to shake and his soul to tremble.

——Soul-Capturing Nether Claw!

That sword light, like a snowy dragon from a cold mountain, is suddenly grabbed and shattered.

It can no longer move, no longer possesses the slightest threat, as if it were a venomous snake whose vital point has been pinched.

"Impossible!!"

You Longsheng's face turns pale, and he is shocked.

This is already the second time he has crossed paths with Yu Liancheng.

In his view, the last time, Yu Liancheng was suspected of using tricks.

But this time, he went all out; even if he could not defeat his opponent, he should at least be able to hold on for a hundred or eighty moves.

Plus, with Tie Di Xiansheng joining forces with him, defeating Yu Liancheng was not an impossible task.

Yet, in just one move, his long sword was subdued.

It did not even last until Tie Di Xiansheng arrived.

"Xue Yingzi's swordsmanship is inherently cold, aloof, and isolated from the world. If your master knew you ran all the way to Xingyun Manor for a woman, he would surely be angry to death."

Yu Liancheng sneers and releases energy from his five fingers.

Only three crisp "ding," "ding," and "ding" sounds are heard, and this fine Iron long sword has been split into four sections.

The longest part is the sword body connected to the hilt, less than a foot long.

The others are three fragments of the sword body.

"Fine, fine, fine. For today's favor, I will surely repay it in ten years." You Longsheng's face is pale, his figure staggers, and he turns to flee.

"Might as well give you a little more favor." Yu Liancheng flicks his sleeve, and the three silver-bright fragments that fell to the ground jump up again.

Following Yu Liancheng's three finger-flicks, the three fragments transform into streams of light and fly out in different directions.

In an instant, three screams are heard almost simultaneously.

The first is naturally You Longsheng.

The broken sword fragment pierces through his back and out his chest, bringing up a spray of blood.

He was originally flying through mid-air, but now he falls to the ground like a kite with a broken string, struggles twice, and then stops moving, his life or death unknown.

The second scream is Qin Xiaoyi.

He had intended to use his iron gall to ambush Afei, who was confronting Xinmeiheshang, but he did not expect this fragment to slice his throat directly.

Qin Xiaoyi clutches the wound on his throat, the muscles on his face twitching constantly, his eyes filled with terror and despair; he staggers a few steps and finally collapses.

As for the third fragment, it comes from the mouth of Long Xiaoyun.

He was originally retreating quietly because he had realized that the helpers he invited might not be a match for Yu Liancheng. Just then, the fragment pierces his thigh, tearing away a large piece of flesh and nearly severing his leg, causing him to let out a shrill wail.

But Yu Liancheng does not notice these things.

Because after he flicked the three fragments away, he felt a chill behind him; Tie Di Xiansheng had finally arrived to kill.

Yu Liancheng shifts his figure and suddenly retreats several yards.

In an instant, he is out of the range of the iron flute's offensive.

However, Tie Di Xiansheng does not pursue; he frowns: "In the rumors of the Edo, the 'Six Absolute Mad Guest' Yu Liancheng is proficient in six supreme skills, especially his swordsmanship. Take out your sword."

Yu Liancheng twists his wrist, and a Sword appears in his palm.

But it is also a short sword, a broken sword.

It is exactly the sword that was grabbed into four pieces by his "Soul-Capturing Nether Claw."

The three fragments had flown out, and the last part is a broken sword with a body less than a foot long.

Now, he uses it as well.

Tie Di Xiansheng's mouth twitches: "What is the meaning of this? Go and get your real sword."

Yu Liancheng smiles: "A broken sword is also a sword."

"Arrogant!"

Tie Di Xiansheng shouts coldly; the Edo indeed did not give the wrong "nickname," and the "Six Absolute Mad Guest" is truly arrogant.

He stops talking nonsense, and the iron flute in his palm transforms into a sword, striking out a dozen afterimages that shroud all the vital points of Yu Liancheng's body. What is even more marvelous is that when his iron flute is swung, airflow enters the holes, emitting a genuine wailing sound, like weeping and complaining, disturbing one's mind.

Yu Liancheng is not affected in the slightest, and the broken sword in his palm thrusts out plainly.

Clang!!

Gold and Iron clash, and a spark bursts forth.

As the iron flute and the broken sword collide, Tie Di Xiansheng immediately feels a tyrannical and surging force pouring in like a tide; if he had not gripped the iron flute in his palm tightly, he would have been sent flying.

But his entire body is out of control, and he retreats two steps.

"Is this guy born with divine strength, or has he had some strange encounter? His martial cultivation is so deep that even I cannot compare." Tie Di Xiansheng cannot help but feel suspicious.

As for hard-body techniques, he really did not think of it; Yu Liancheng is too young, and his appearance is handsome and slender, so it is impossible for him to have perfected external martial arts to the point of returning to simplicity.

"I said, a broken sword is enough to deal with you."

Yu Liancheng flashes, the broken sword dances wildly, and he begins to engage with Tie Di Xiansheng.

Sparks burst out continuously, and in less than ten rounds, Tie Di Xiansheng's face is somewhat pale, and the web between his thumb and index finger is aching from the vibration.

Although this is a broken sword, when wielded by Yu Liancheng, it is truly terrifying.

Furthermore, as time passed, Yu Liancheng had gradually become proficient with this broken sword, and his moves were smooth.

Clang!

The flute sword clashed once more; Master Iron Flute retreated several steps, his Qi and Blood surged within him, and a trickle of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Yu Liancheng seized the momentum to pursue, his figure leaping out as the broken sword in his palm slashed down abruptly; the sword light was like a galaxy cascading down from the horizon.

The galaxy was formed from countless points of light, and at this moment, in the eyes of Master Iron Flute, every one of these light points was an extremely terrifying killing move.

Master Iron Flute had already developed an intention to retreat.

Yu Liancheng's martial arts were truly too high, while Long Xiaoyun, Zhao Zhengyi, and the others were truly too incompetent, having barely helped at all.

The only one who was of help to him was Xinmeidashi, yet at this moment, he was being held back by a greenhorn.

This made Master Iron Flute feel somewhat suspicious of Xinmeidashi as well.

Afei was truly too young, and the "sword" in his hand truly looked like a child's toy; such an opponent should have been easily dealt with, so why was he still unable to come over and assist him?

But now, Master Iron Flute no longer had the energy to pay attention to Xinmeiheshang; Yu Liancheng's astonishing sword strike had already slashed down, and a terrifying aura had already locked onto him, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

Master Iron Flute's right hand moved, and the iron flute transformed into a streak of light as it flew out.

At the same time, a soft chant escaped his lips, and as this soft chant merged into the sword momentum of the long flute, its power increased by another notch, meeting the broken sword in Yu Liancheng's hand.