Chapter 54

"You finally figured it out."

Li Miao smiled: "You didn't see it clearly, you just didn't dare to believe it."

Zuo Lishan was silent and didn't answer.

Li Miao didn't mind and continued: "Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, there was a hidden sect called the 'Xiaoyao Sect,' and there was a martial art called 'Small Non-Phase Art'."

"As long as you possess this art, and know the moves of other martial arts, you can imitate other people's unique skills, and even surpass the original version."

"Before today, Sect Leader Zuo probably thought this was a rumor, right?"

Zuo Lishan still didn't make a sound, his right hand gripped the sword hilt again.

That pitch-black right hand could no longer be called a "hand," but an alien claw, the index finger displaced, the sword hilt stuck between the index and middle fingers, three up and two down, locking the hilt tightly in his hand.

Even the sword hilt made of refined steel had been gripped with dents by his fingers.

His wrist elongated, as if boneless, and the long sword swayed slightly under his sleeve.

Li Miao ignored it and continued: "Of course there is no such martial art in this world, but this 'Xiaoyao Sect' and that person who can use other sects' martial arts more profoundly should both exist."

"It's just that the number of people who can cross the top is rare, and ordinary Jianghu people cannot understand it, so they spread rumors and fabricated the legend of this strange martial art."

"A martial art is nothing more than moves, mental methods, and bones. A move is nothing more than internal energy, power, and routine."

"Above the top, it's just going one step further among these."

"Like Ji Tianrui, his internal energy is vast like the sea, and every move is like a landslide, unstoppable."

"Like me, my power and internal energy are one, moving with my heart, no longer constrained by conventions, and all kinds of martial arts can be used at will. That senior of the 'Xiaoyao Sect' should be like me."

"And like you, Sect Leader Zuo... using evil arts to supplement flesh and blood, using insects to replace meridians, not to mention damaging your lifespan, you will be hard to make progress in the future."

"It's just that you occupy a bit of strength and are not easy to die."

"Enough!" Zuo Lishan roared.

He gritted his teeth, and yellow-green pus flowed from the corners of his eyes: "Good, good, good."

"In terms of martial arts, I lost."

"But to decide life and death... you won't necessarily win!"

"This face of yours that thinks you have the victory in hand... I will definitely tear it apart with my own hands!!!"

Before the words fell, Zuo Lishan instantly exploded, his wrist flicked, and the sword edge crossed the air like a long whip, pointing directly at Li Miao.

Li Miao stepped forward, attacking the enemy's must-save, and poked at Zuo Lishan's heart pulse with his fingers.

But Zuo Lishan acted as if he didn't hear, regardless, only frantically waving his long sword, as if he wanted to perish with Li Miao.

The fingertips were only an inch away from Zuo Lishan's heart pulse, and the long sword also reached the top of Li Miao's head.

"Sigh."

Li Miao sighed, dodged the long sword, and the fingers poking at Zuo Lishan's heart pulse had to be retracted helplessly.

Zuo Lishan stabbed Li Miao's chest with another sword, forcing back the claws that Li Miao had already extended to his ears.

Zuo Lishan's eyes lit up, and he grinned wildly: "That's it, that's it, I was obsessed!"

"You are also afraid of death, no matter how you use your internal energy to operate the hard-training technique, you don't dare to use your vital points to take my sword!"

"Exchange injuries, my body can withstand it, but you will definitely die!"

"Come! Come! Come!"

Zuo Lishan laughed wildly, his long sword dancing wildly, and the heavy bluestone slab under his feet was just slightly affected, and it instantly shattered into a pile of stones.

Exchange injuries for life! Exchange blood for blood!

"Bright Moon Without Clouds"!

"Stone Pass Returning Horse"!

"Crane Comes to Clear Spring"!

"Seven Stars Falling in the Long Sky"!

The essence of the Taishan sword technique was splashed down as if it were free, Zuo Lishan no longer cared about himself, only frantically attacking Li Miao's vital points!

You attack my skull, I attack your lower yin! You attack my eyes, I attack your chest!

Zuo Lishan's whole body was constantly bleeding, his moves were far less profound than Li Miao's, and at this time he gave up defense, and in just a few moves, his left wrist was twisted off by Li Miao, his right ear was torn off, and a large piece of skin and flesh was scraped off his chest.

But he didn't notice it, laughed wildly, and frantically attacked Li Miao, who was frowning.

The courtyard was filled with fallen trees and broken stones, like a storm passing through, even the bluestone table the size of a person was smashed to pieces, and the small tree in the courtyard was even more wood chips flying, collapsing with a bang.

The Huashan disciples hiding in the surrounding rooms were trembling, not daring to make a sound, fearing that they would be implicated.

A moment later, the courtyard finally quieted down.

Zuo Lishan leaned on the ground with his long sword, saliva flowed from his mouth, and a few insects fell from his collar, struggling a few times on the ground before losing their breath.

He panted heavily, looking at Li Miao opposite.

Li Miao raised his hand, and there was a long, narrow sword wound on his right arm. The wound was not deep, and blood was slowly flowing out at this time.

Zuo Lishan smiled: "Hahahahahaha!!"

"You will also be injured, you will also die! Your so-called above the top is nothing more than this!"

"You won today, if you are not afraid of death, just chase after me! Zuo will accompany you to the end!"

After saying that, his figure retreated rapidly, flipped over the courtyard wall, and disappeared in a flash.

Li Miao didn't chase, but watched Zuo Lishan leave quietly on the spot.

The courtyard was quiet for a while.

A short while later, Mei Qinghe pushed the door open and walked quickly to Li Miao's side, asking worriedly: "My lord, you are injured..."

"I still have some medicine there, I'll go—"

"Pfft." Li Miao laughed, raised his hand to stop Mei Qinghe, turned back, and found a railing to sit on.

"Little Mei, I already said I would accompany him to act out this play tonight, why did you take it seriously again."

"Injure me, him?"

After saying that, Li Miao raised his hand and wiped the wound, and blood energy rose. Looking again, the wound had already disappeared.

"Ha—"

Li Miao stretched, let out a long breath: "Acting with a madman is really tiring, he laughs at every turn, I'm afraid his saliva will splash on me, and I have to dodge his saliva when fighting."

Mei Qinghe walked to Li Miao's side and asked hesitantly: "My lord, you..."

Li Miao looked at Mei Qinghe and smiled: "Life is like a play, Little Mei."

"Is my sense of proportion just right?"

"If I showed more power, I'm afraid Sect Leader Zuo would have run away overnight tonight. If I were weaker, I'm afraid Sect Leader Zuo would come again tomorrow night. I'm almost forty, I can't afford to be tossed by a madman, can I still sleep?"

Mei Qinghe suddenly realized.

"Alright—" Li Miao stood up and walked toward his bedroom.

"After tonight's trouble, Sect Leader Zuo should know his own weight somewhat. He should be able to sleep peacefully for a few days."

"The Ming Cult wants the Five Mountains Sword Sects, he wants to call people, and he should come at the Five Mountains Alliance Meeting."

"Go and rest, the preparations are almost done. Wait for Wang Hai and Xiaosi to bring people, and this mission of ours will be complete."

"Actually, putting the two of them together, I'm quite worried that without me watching, they will kill too many people."

"One is ruthless, one is poisonous."

Speaking of this, Li Miao glanced at Mei Qinghe: "And a silly beast."

He sighed.

"None of them are worry-free."

"When can I work from home... Ha—sleep, sleep."