Chapter 1153

From the tone of this green-skinned saber-wielder, his saber art seemed like it had only just been learned?

Hearing Gai Nie was speechless at once.

Could it be that what you've been cultivating is actually a Heaven-grade saber art?

932 When has Hearing Gai Nie ever been afraid?

"Enough, go!"

A flurry of swift attacks drove Hearing Gai Nie until he was nearly pressed against the edge of the small town's gate.

Yet the green-skinned saber-wielder suddenly withdrew his heavy saber, slung it across his shoulder, and said proudly,

"You scrawny human, your sword is even broken. Even if I won against you, I'd only be laughed at when I got back.

Today I'll spare your life for now — get lost!"

Hearing Gai Nie couldn't help but be a little stunned at the words.

When had he, the chief sword-wielder of the Great Qin court, ever needed someone to spare his life?

Since leaving the Ghost Valley, how long had it been since anything like this had happened?

Twenty years?

Or even longer?

Broken sword!

You beast-like thing, what would you know about swords!

Hearing Gai Nie's bearing suddenly shifted; he was no longer the one who, before the Ghost Valley Vertical Sword lineage's Taishan collapse, remained unmoved in countenance.

His whole person suddenly became faintly dangerous, and also somewhat unfathomable.

"Eh? Kid, you still want to fight?"

The green-skinned saber-wielder sensed the change in Hearing Gai Nie's bearing at once and couldn't help but ask.

"Be careful!"

Hearing Gai Nie said no more, reversed his grip on the broken sword in his hand, and lowered his body.

A dense killing intent gradually appeared around Hearing Gai Nie.

"Good! Now you're worthy of making me get serious."

Unexpectedly, this green-skinned saber-wielder also hadn't been getting serious.

Seeing Hearing Gai Nie's change, he was not only unafraid, but overjoyed.

Though the heavy saber in his hand still rested on his shoulder, the bearing of his whole person had become as deep and still as a pool, as steady as a mountain.

It looked as if his stance was riddled with openings everywhere.

But the moment Hearing Gai Nie attacked, he could turn defense into offense.

Who would have thought that such a green-skinned being of unknown origin — one couldn't even tell if he counted as a person — could comprehend the martial Dao to such a degree.

Clearly he had only just begun learning the Nine Provinces Saber Art, yet he could grasp such wondrous subtleties of the martial Dao.

A note of admiration rose in Hearing Gai Nie's heart; the corner of his mouth lifted slightly,

"Too bad — what you're facing is no ordinary sword art!"

A thought stirred in his heart, and Hearing Gai Nie attacked once more.

This sword strike was both swift and perilous.

His whole body was nearly flat against the ground, like a pit viper, rushing at top speed toward the green-skinned saber-wielder's ankles.

Clearly the green-skinned saber-wielder hadn't expected that the Nine Provinces still had such a perilous move.

Even though he had prepared thoroughly, he was still somewhat flustered.

He wanted to retreat two steps, then bring his heavy saber down on Hearing Gai Nie's head.

But Hearing Gai Nie had already spotted that the green-skinned saber-wielder's lower stance was his weakest point — how could he give him any chance to escape?

Once he attacked, in an instant it was a vicious sword technique to the extreme.

Every strike aimed at the green-skinned saber-wielder's ankles!

"Shameless, shameless — what Wu Gong is this?"

The green-skinned saber-wielder dodged again and again, until at last he was in a fluster, and couldn't help but say angrily.

Hearing Gai Nie paid him no heed; the sword techniques in his hand attacked even faster.

"Hmph! You don't think this is all I've got, do you?"

Seeing Hearing Gai Nie press his advantage without mercy, the green-skinned saber-wielder gave a muffled grunt.

While dodging, he began muttering words under his breath.

The words were once more in his green-skinned people's tongue; Hearing Gai Nie couldn't understand a single syllable.

Though he didn't understand, Hearing Gai Nie knew that this green-skinned saber-wielder was clearly also employing some secret technique.

If he let him succeed, there was no telling how long he'd be entangled.

"Rise!"

Hearing Gai Nie suddenly left the ground, and the broken sword transformed into countless sword shadows.

Every sword shadow no longer carried the grand, righteous air of the Vertical Sword Art, but was instead extremely perilous and vicious.

Every thrust aimed at a vital spot on the green-skinned man's body.

The green-skinned saber-wielder hadn't expected that Hearing Gai Nie's sword art, clearly executed with a broken blade, could be so vicious.

For a moment, even the sound of his muttering secret technique stopped, and he could only dodge about blindly.

Hearing Gai Nie pressed on, thrusting out eighteen consecutive sword strikes in one breath.

After nearly driving the green-skinned saber-wielder into a position with no room to retreat, a sudden flash of inspiration struck — the sword wind from the broken blade in his hand shifted, and he brought out the sweeping, all-conquering style of the Vertical Sword Art.

A moment ago it had been an uncanny sword art, bizarrely perilous, every strike aimed at a vital spot.

The very next moment, the sword wind changed drastically, switching to the upright, orthodox style of the Vertical Sword Art.

With this strike, the green-skinned man could no longer withstand it; he didn't even have time to raise his heavy blade to block.

He could only watch helplessly as Hearing Gai Nie pressed the broken sword against his own throat.

"You've lost!"

Having executed two ultimate sword arts in succession to finally win, Hearing Gai Nie couldn't help but let out a relieved breath.

The green-skinned saber-wielder never imagined he would truly be defeated.

His mouth opened and closed again; after a long pause, he finally lowered his heavy blade in dejection and said,

"Yes! I have lost…"

In truth, had he not given Hearing Gai Nie a moment to catch his breath, and kept up fierce, domineining strikes with his heavy blade,

not allowing Hearing Gai Nie to execute that strange, perilous sword art, even if this green-skinned saber-wielder was bound to lose, it wouldn't have been this easy a defeat.

After all, judging by his stance just now, he clearly still had secret techniques he hadn't deployed.

But he was, after all, a fair and upright man; once defeated, he truly admitted it on the spot.

"Then may I pass?"

Hearing Gai Nie saw the grievance in the green-skinned saber-wielder's eyes, and knew such a swordsman would not stoop to feigning defeat, so he withdrew the Yuan Hong Sword.

"Go on…"

A fleeting look of sorrow crossed the green-skinned saber-wielder's face, but in the end he still stepped aside to clear a path.

He pointed at that palace and said,

"Don't be careless — that place is now a dragon's pool and tiger's den!"

Hearing Gai Nie's defeating him had earned his respect.

So now he actually offered a kind warning.

Hearing Gai Nie had long known that the host of experts from Despair Shanzhuang were most likely inside that palace.

Whether it was Cheng Jiao, or Wei Zhuang, or Duomozhi, or Murong Fu — any one of them was more troublesome than this green-skinned saber-wielder.

Moreover, judging from Wei Zhuang's words before his seal was broken, the great battle within the palace was likely even harder than he imagined.

But so what?

When had Hearing Gai Nie ever been afraid?

"Thanks!"

In response to the goodwill, Hearing Gai Nie cupped his fist in return.

He then prepared to use the Guigu Body-Lightness Art to head toward the palace.

"Hold on!"