Chapter 36

When this sword was stabbed out, Zuo Lishan already understood—his heart was in chaos.

"How is Mount Tai" is the strongest sword of the Mount Taishan sword techniques, but it is not a move that takes the initiative, but a follow-up sword move.

He couldn't believe the fact that the sword was easily broken by Li Miao; he didn't want to, and he didn't dare to believe it.

Emotions overwhelmed his mind, making him stab this sword again, as if to prove something. To prove that he, Zuo Lishan, was not a frog in a well, not a self-righteous joke.

Bang—

The blade broke again, and this time Li Miao threw the broken sword body back with a backhand.

Whoosh—

The thin iron piece grazed Zuo Lishan's cheek, a few strands of hair fell, and a smear of fresh blood flowed down his face.

Clatter, clatter, clatter—

Zuo Lishan retreated rapidly, raised his hand to wipe his face, brought his hand in front of him, and looked at the scarlet blood on his palm.

After a long while, he said hoarsely: "Who... exactly are you?"

Li Miao spread his hands and said: "Sect Leader Zuo, you have already asked this question three times today."

"You cannot be that Four Seasons Battalion Commander!"

Zuo Lishan stared fixedly at Li Miao's face: "Thirty-five years old, he is only thirty-five years old!"

"I have practiced Wu Gong since childhood, and in terms of bone structure, aptitude, and comprehension, I ask myself that few people in the world can compare with me! I practice hard every day, without a day of slack! Only then did I practice to my current level at thirty-eight!"

"How can you be only thirty-five years old!"

"That's it, that's it, eternal youth, seeing the god without damage!"

"I didn't expect that there was such an old monster hidden in the Embroidered Uniform Guard!" Zuo Lishan suddenly realized and reached his own conclusion.

The more a person achieves in their own field, the harder it is to accept things that exceed their own cognition.

A person's temperament is determined by his experience; it was Zuo Lishan's first half of his life of maneuvering that established his domineering, fierce, and conceited sword techniques. He didn't want to and couldn't accept that there were people younger than him who had achieved a level he might not even reach in this life.

Once he accepted this fact, the state of mind that supported his sword techniques would also collapse. At best, he would go into demonic deviation and his internal cultivation level would regress; at worst, his self-created sword techniques would lose the support of artistic conception, he would be beaten back to his original form, and he would become the original Mount Taishan sword techniques again.

At that time, his supreme status would also regress to first-rate.

"I thought your sword technique's artistic conception was so fierce, and your temperament should be tough, but I didn't expect it to be just a castle in the air," Li Miao said.

"If you don't believe it, don't believe it. What you should be thinking about now is not who I am."

"But, how you should survive today."

After saying that, Li Miao stood up and walked toward Zuo Lishan.

"Sect Leader!" Fei Junxuan shouted, pointing his fingers into a sword, and pointed at Li Miao.

Swish!

Before he could get close, he was forced back by Mei Qinghe's sword, blood spurted from his arm, and it hung limply.

"Sect Leader!" Fei Junxuan gritted his teeth, covered his wound, and shouted again.

Zuo Lishan suddenly reacted—that's right, now is not the time to think about this and that.

The problem now is how to survive in this person's hands.

He can't run; if he turns around, his back will be completely exposed to this person, and he will die faster!

Zuo Lishan is not a novice who has just entered the Jianghu; he has seen life and death! He knows what he should do!

Jianghu struggle, seek life in death, live toward death!

Once his mind was set, Zuo Lishan immediately eliminated the distracting thoughts in his heart, took the broken sword in his hand, and slashed at Li Miao!

This sword was both false and real, hiding countless follow-up moves.

Li Miao laughed: "That's right."

After saying that, he still grabbed at the blade, but grabbed empty air.

Zuo Lishan changed the move of the broken sword, circled around Li Miao's palm, suddenly went down, and slashed at Li Miao's lower body.

"Tsk!"

Li Miao turned sideways, used his forearm to catch this sword, tearing his clothes, but left no trace on his skin.

Wu Gong is a killing technique; the throat, lower groin, eyes, and back of the head are all vital points that are difficult to train with hard-body Wu Gong. Attack the enemy where they must save; Zuo Lishan attacking these places of Li Miao was with the intention of breaking his vital points.

In a life-and-death struggle, one uses every means; Li Miao wouldn't say anything more, just somewhat dissatisfied.

With this dissatisfaction, Zuo Lishan was miserable.

Swish!

Li Miao divided his fingers into claws and grabbed at the back of Zuo Lishan's head at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

This move is exactly Wang Hai's fundamental Wu Gong "Leaving Leaves"; used by Li Miao, if it grabbed firmly, it would be a result of a shattered head and lost life.

Zuo Lishan lowered his body to attack Li Miao's lower three paths, his head was lowered, and he just heard the chilling wind coming from the back of his head.

The sword body was like a crispy snack in front of Li Miao, unable to block or catch. At this time, Zuo Lishan was already too late to dodge and was in a desperate situation!

In an instant, Zuo Lishan's wrist turned, the broken sword turned in his hand, and the hilt was held in the web of his thumb and forefinger.

He raised his hand upward and stabbed at Li Miao's palm above!

It was the hilt!

No matter how the sword body is forged, it is a thin and sharp path. And the Mount Taishan sword techniques follow the artistic conception of majesty and uprightness, and the long sword requires weight and stability.

So Fei Junxuan's sword hilt is a piece of pig iron forged as a whole!

Your hard-body technique is at its peak, and you can break the blade with your bare hands! Then I will use this hilt cast from pig iron to block your palm!

Come and break it again!

Mei Qinghe sighed softly, and Li Miao smiled.

Without changing the move, Li Miao was stabbed in the palm by the hilt, and his five fingers turned into claws and grabbed the hilt.

Creak—

With a harsh sound, Li Miao's fingertips pierced deeply into the hilt forged from pig iron, and then twisted.

Snap!

The hilt broke!

Zuo Lishan abandoned the sword and rolled, his right hand trembling, and blood kept flowing down. When he raised it again, there were only three fingers left.

He held the hilt and stabbed out; the hilt itself was only a few inches long, and Li Miao's claw forcibly "pinched" his thumb and forefinger together with the hilt.

Clang—

Li Miao threw the deformed iron block on the ground; the flesh and blood had already merged with the pig iron.

Zuo Lishan's right hand was crippled.

Zuo Lishan had no expression on his face, his crippled right hand tremblingly picked up the sword that had been broken by Li Miao at the beginning and handed it to his left hand.

He charged at Li Miao again!

The left-handed sword stabbed straight at Li Miao's throat!

Li Miao grabbed the blade with his right hand and crushed it directly.

Just at this moment, Zuo Lishan raised his crippled right hand, three fingers together, and stabbed straight at Li Miao's eyes.

Li Miao grabbed Zuo Lishan's right hand with his left hand and exerted force to squeeze.

He forcibly crushed Zuo Lishan's right hand from the wrist!

Zuo Lishan had no expression on his face, and his right arm, which only had a bare wrist, swung violently at Li Miao's face!

Swish!

A smear of fresh blood splashed toward Li Miao's face.

Li Miao raised his sleeve to block the incoming blood.

After a while, Li Miao lowered his arm, and in front of him, it was empty.

There were dots of blood on the ground, extending toward the outside of the door.

Zuo Lishan, at the cost of his dominant hand, broke his tail to survive and finally escaped.

(End of chapter)