Chapter 510: Falling Nine Heavens

The youth was making his moves and reciting poetry, but his face turned black.

He had heard that "Fuck the Heavens."

Yet he couldn't really lash out.

In recent years, although the Huanhua Sword Sect hadn't produced any Heaven-Man or Peak experts, relying on the favor of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the brand of being a top-tier sect, it had developed increasingly prosperously, its momentum now directly chasing the Mount Tai Sect of yesteryear. Even Heaven-Man major sects had to be polite on the surface, out of respect for the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

But this had instead intensified the *jianghu*'s disdain for the Huanhua Sword Sect.

That "Fuck the Heavens" just now was proof.

But firstly, the man had blurted it out without meaning to curse; secondly, they were all comrades going to take risks together tonight, so it wasn't worth falling out over such a small matter.

But he was truly angry, so he added three parts of strength to his sword finger, swearing to subdue Li Miao in one move, at least to restore the sect's image in front of these people in the room.

This sword finger move, although without true energy, was truly of extraordinary attainment.

The youth was the pride of this generation of the Huanhua Sword Sect, a personal disciple of Sect Leader Liu Chengxuan, and his aptitude was naturally extraordinary. The current Huanhua Sword Technique had also been personally rearranged by Li Miao, and in terms of subtlety, it was not inferior to any Heaven-Man inheritance.

This sword move was both false and real, turning sharply downward!

In an instant, it reached the Shanzhong acupoint on Li Miao's chest!

The other *jianghu* people in the room nodded secretly, feeling that he was indeed worthy of being a disciple of a top-tier sect; his skills were truly extraordinary. Just this move without true energy was something few people present could receive.

Not to mention Li Miao, who was holding a single hair.

Several people shifted their gaze to the side, waiting only for the youth to subdue Li Miao so they could assign personnel.

Just at the moment their gaze shifted away.

"Sss!"

A muffled cry of pain sounded.

Everyone first felt it was only natural, then reacted violently.

Why did this voice sound so young?

Turning their gaze back, they saw the youth, who had been full of confidence just a moment ago, clutching his finger, looking at Li Miao in disbelief, with a few drops of blood seeping from between his fingers.

The one who had suffered a loss was actually the youth from the Huanhua Sword Sect!

And Li Miao, opposite him, was leisurely holding that hair, a drop of blood hanging from its tip, swaying back and forth with his movements, showing no sign of falling.

"There's a problem with this sword move of yours."

Li Miao said with a smile.

The youth's face turned red again.

"Brother Li, you can talk about me, but you cannot talk about my sect..."

Li Miao shook his head and laughed.

"I am talking about you."

"The person who created this sword technique is clearly a top-tier figure in the world; I imagine he must be elegant and handsome, so there is certainly no problem with the sword technique, you just used it incorrectly—come, I will teach you, this move is used like this."

"Raise your hand."

Without waiting for the youth to respond, Li Miao raised his hand and flicked, making the hair stand straight, and poked it toward the youth's face!

The youth often sparred with his brothers in the sect, so he was naturally very familiar with the methods to break his own sect's sword technique, instinctively raising his fingers to block, encompassing the entire space in front of his chest, even defending against the subsequent "Falling Nine Heavens" move in advance.

But he didn't expect Li Miao not to recite poetry, nor to change his move, just poking the hair straight toward his eyes, as if he wanted to poke him blind directly!

In the blink of an eye, it was only a few inches from his eyeball!

At this moment, the youth's arm had swung too far, and he had to hurriedly defend instinctively, raising his hand to block in front of his eyes.

At this instant, the corners of Li Miao's mouth curled up.

"Flying stream straight down."

*Swish! *

The hair suddenly dropped, pointing toward his Shanzhong acupoint on his chest! ===== CHAPTER 511 =====