Chapter 1170

It was just that the Great Qin's intelligence agency did not hold this technique in high regard.

All because from Gusu Murong Longcheng above down to Gusu Murong Bo and others, they had all been constantly stealing and learning the Wu Gong of other schools.

Therefore, some in the Great Qin's intelligence agency said that the so-called Dou Zhuan Xing Yi was nothing more than stealing others' Wu Gong and then using this skill to strike back.

There was nothing miraculous about it.

Now that Hearing Gai Nie had witnessed the technique Gusu Murong Fu displayed, he realized how absurd the Great Qin's intelligence agency's words were.

This sword Qi of his contained his own comprehension of the sword Dao, the essence of the Vertical Sword Art, and the killing intent inherited from the green-skinned blade-man.

Though one couldn't say how strong it was, even an ordinary Heavenly Being Realm expert would not dare take it lightly.

Who would have thought that Gusu Murong Fu, with the cultivation of the Earthly Immortal Realm, had actually performed this Dou Zhuan Xing Yi.

Using some ingenious method Hearing Gai Nie did not know, he instantly imitated his sword Qi and struck back at him.

How could such a method be described as ordinary?

"Not bad!"

Hearing Hearing Gai Nie's exclamation, Gusu Murong Fu, even though a faint sheen of sweat lingered on his brow, still said with immense pride,

"This is the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi Divine Art created by our distant ancestor, Lord Longcheng!

Hearing Gai Nie, you are destined to be defeated by my hand today.

Any struggle you make will be in vain."

Although that sword Qi just now had truly exceeded Gusu Murong Fu's expectations,

he secretly reckoned that with the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi at his disposal, he had definitely already injured a sliver of Hearing Gai Nie's foundation with the Six Yang Melting Snow Art.

At this moment, Hearing Gai Nie was not without openings to exploit.

As long as he seized him again, he could surely drain him dry!

"Do you really think you can defeat Hearing Gai Nie?"

At that moment, a cold, steady voice suddenly appeared.

No one knew when, but Weizhuang had suddenly appeared here.

He stood not far between Hearing Gai Nie and Gusu Murong Fu, and for a moment the three seemed to form a standoff of three powers.

Only at this moment, on Weizhuang's right cheek, there were some strange markings, as if something had been branded onto his face.

Though his eyes were half-open, half-closed, Hearing Gai Nie could clearly sense that boundless killing intent was contained in Weizhuang's gaze.

The Weizhuang of this moment and the Weizhuang on the sand dune before were almost two entirely different people.

"Xiaozhuang? You're here? What's wrong with you?"

Seeing Weizhuang appear, Hearing Gai Nie was first delighted.

After all, he had just heard Bai Feng say that Weizhuang was at the altar beneath the palace, falling into the demonic path.

He had already been immensely worried; if not for the great righteousness of the world, he would likely have already gone to the altar to find Weizhuang by now.

Seeing Weizhuang at this moment, he was naturally overjoyed.

But after just one glance, he saw that something was off about Weizhuang.

His heart tightened involuntarily, and he called out to Weizhuang.

Yet Weizhuang paid no heed to Hearing Gai Nie, and instead asked Gusu Murong Fu again,

"What? I'm asking you a question. Do you really think you can defeat Hearing Gai Nie?"

Gusu Murong Fu was also extremely wary of Weizhuang's sudden appearance.

First, he had not detected how Weizhuang had appeared, or when he had appeared.

If that were the case, then clearly Weizhuang's strength far surpassed his own?

Second, Weizhuang and Hearing Gai Nie shared an extraordinary bond.

Earlier on the sand dune, the two had agreed to combine their Vertical and Horizontal arts to battle that great sand-dune beast, the Mirage Beast.

That scene had long since made it clear to everyone.

The so-called rift between the Vertical and Horizontal schools was nothing but a joke.

Dealing with one Hearing Gai Nie was already taxing enough.

Yet now another Weizhuang had come.

But Gusu Murong Fu was proud and arrogant, feeling that with all he had learned, he was no weaker than either of the Vertical or Horizontal masters.

Moreover, Hearing Gai Nie had already been wounded; Weizhuang alone was nothing to fear.

He immediately said haughtily,

"One Hearing Gai Nie is nothing—what does it count for?

Even adding you, Weizhuang, your Vertical and Horizontal combined arts would be no problem at all!"

In Gusu Murong Fu's view, Hearing Gai Nie had now been wounded; even if he could still wield that sword Qi, it was merely bluster.

He only needed to be wary of Weizhuang, provoke Weizhuang, and throw him into disarray.

Once Weizhuang made his move, he would simply repeat the method he had used to defeat Hearing Gai Nie earlier.

Would this Weizhuang, who was inferior to Hearing Gai Nie, not still be a cinch to capture?

"Good, good, good…"

Weizhuang slowly raised the Sharktooth Sword resting in his hand, uttered three 'good's in succession, then gave a cold smile,

"Then you are worthy!"

"Worthy of what?"

Gusu Murong Fu could not help but be somewhat stunned.

"Worthy of dying by my sword!"

Weizhuang suddenly opened both eyes wide, and boundless killing intent poured forth.

In an instant, the place no longer seemed to be Wei Zhuang, but rather a god of slaughter in the mortal world.

Killing intent thick as substance instantly spread to the surroundings.

Even though Gusu Murong Fu's cultivation was no mean feat, at this moment he too felt a chill of dread.

"Hmph! A petty trick — take this!"

Gusu Murong Fu steadied his mind; before Wei Zhuang could strike, he actually seized the initiative and attacked Wei Zhuang first.

For his first move, he once again used the sword principle of the Vertical Sword Art to drive a strike from the Horizontal Sword Art!

"Petty tricks… hehe…"

Wei Zhuang gave a light shake, drew the Shark-tooth Sword, and his whole body became a black shadow as he charged toward Gusu Murong Fu.

"Xiao Zhuang, don't…"

After Wei Zhuang appeared, Hearing Gai Nie's attention had already been entirely on Wei Zhuang.

When Wei Zhuang erupted with such killing intent, even Hearing Gai Nie was startled.

Seeing Wei Zhuang's figure blur into afterimages now, he knew at once that Wei Zhuang truly meant to kill.

He could not help but open his mouth to plead for him.

He did not know whether it was for Gusu Murong Fu's sake, or for Wei Zhuang's.

948 — Hearing Gai Nie, draw your sword!

Once Wei Zhuang attacked, it was with thunderbolt-like techniques.

Though he still used the Horizontal Sword Art, every strike he unleashed carried astonishing force, dominating the world.

Gusu Murong Fu was rather pleased with himself, using the sword principle of the Vertical Sword Art to perform a strange strike from the Horizontal Sword Art.

The moment his first strike met Wei Zhuang's Shark-tooth Sword, it was instantly broken apart.

Then, without waiting for Gusu Murong Fu to react, Wei Zhuang's sword strikes immediately spread out in a barrage.

One strike linked to the next, each one faster than the last.

Moreover, the force of every strike exceeded that of the one before.

The moment Gusu Murong Fu took the first strike, he thought to himself that things were bad.

He no longer dared to use clever tricks — that mismatch between sword principle and sword technique.

He only wanted to use the Horizontal Sword Art to receive Wei Zhuang's strikes.

But Wei Zhuang's sword strikes changed with extreme speed and viciousness.

After taking several strikes in succession, Gusu Murong Fu felt half his body go numb.

Only then did horror dawn in his heart, and he wanted to find an opening to perform Dou Zhuan Xing Yi.

But Wei Zhuang's attacks were dense and ruthless — where could he leave Gusu Murong Fu any room to change techniques?