Chapter 636: Instant, Sword Guard

You Zi'ang dared not look back.

Although he desperately wanted to look back, he knew that the moment he looked back and was distracted, the old Daoist would split him in two with one sword strike, and Mei Qinghe would also be attacked from both front and back.

Mei Qinghe had not yet fallen.

Facing life and death, one must erase all emotions to find a chance of survival.

"Can you still fight?"

He asked.

"It doesn't matter."

Mei Qinghe's calm answer came from behind, as if it were not her who had been slashed and lost an arm. She did not use any healing techniques to regenerate flesh or close the wound, but instead left the bowl-sized wound on her severed arm exposed, with blood constantly rolling down.

Within a few breaths, her face turned deathly pale.

You Zi'ang's expression changed.

"You know... don't."

Mei Qinghe replied calmly.

"Only this way."

"But I am not worth—"

"Only this way."

The two had a vague conversation, seemingly arguing briefly and very concisely.

The foreign swordsman frowned.

"You... aren't you talking about how to escape?"

He smiled disdainfully and pointed his sword tip at Mei Qinghe's severed arm.

"Did that sword strike just now not let you see the gap between us?"

He was just mocking them casually out of his arrogant personality, but he did not expect someone to actually answer him.

"I see it."

Mei Qinghe raised her pale face and said.

"I see it very clearly."

"In terms of swordsmanship, I am far inferior to you."

"In terms of realm, I am one path behind you."

"In terms of weaponry, your sword is also much better than mine."

"Even if I were in perfect condition, after honing my sword for months and comparing swords with you in my best state, you would still easily defeat me—what is your Xuanlan?"

The foreign swordsman was very surprised.

He glanced at Mei Qinghe's wound. At this rate of blood loss, Mei Qinghe's Qi and blood would be exhausted within a cup of tea's time. At that point, let alone fighting, even staying conscious would be difficult. He did not understand why Mei Qinghe did not take the opportunity to heal... but clearly, chatting a few more words would only make his advantage greater.

And what Mei Qinghe asked truly scratched his itch.

So he smiled and said.

"What, trying to fish for information and find a countermeasure?"

"It doesn't matter—my Xuanlan divine ability is called 【Instant】."

"The effect, well, it's very simple."

He performed a sword flourish with one hand and said.

"My Xuanlan connects to Jizhao, never heard of it, right?"

"I can apply an illusion to myself, but this illusion is a real situation. The speed at which the mind evolves is much faster than true energy and limbs. So, in the illusion I see, which is exactly the same as reality—everything is slowed down by half."

Mei Qinghe exhaled slowly.

"So, that's it."

The foreign swordsman had used three sword strikes to sever her arm just now.

One thrust straight, drawing her to block, but at the instant before they met, he suddenly changed his move, and at a strange angle, precisely struck the weakest point of her sword's force, and then slashed to cut off her arm.

It sounded simple, but it revealed the chasm-like gap in their swordsmanship.

This chasm should not have appeared... both were Heaven-Man swordsmen, their realms only one path apart, and while there might be a gap in accumulation, in terms of swordsmanship alone, the difference should not have been so clear. Now she understood: their swordsmanship might be similar, but in the foreign swordsman's eyes, her sword was half as slow.

Half the speed meant twice the openings.

In a sword fight measured in instants, this was enough to raise the probability of failure to a desperate degree.

This was the most suitable Xuanlan divine ability for a swordsman.

No swordsman of the same realm could compete with the foreign swordsman in swordsmanship.

Seeing Mei Qinghe deep in thought, the foreign swordsman did not speak, just waited quietly, and only spoke after a long while.

"Your blood is about to run dry."

"Are you going to commit suicide?" ===== CHAPTER 637 =====