Chapter 1175

"I never expected Xiaozhuang to also know the Vertical Sword Art, this—this—this…"

Gai Nie watched Wei Zhuang execute the Vertical Sword Art to such a degree, though its sword intent differed slightly from his own.

But Wei Zhuang's Vertical Sword Art had ultimately already forged a path of his very own.

For a moment, Gai Nie was deeply moved.

Suddenly he recalled the previous encounters with the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang.

For instance, the first time, before Despair Shanzhuang.

He and the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang had clashed in sword intent and will.

In the end, because the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang had mastered the Hundred Steps Flying Sword, he had lost half a move only through carelessness.

Thinking of this, Gai Nie was instantly startled awake and loudly warned,

"Xiaozhuang, be careful…"

He had no time to say more, for at the very moment he spoke, the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang's moves also changed drastically.

He saw the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang suddenly also use the Demon Soldier Sharkteeth Sword to perform the Vertical Sword Art.

If Wei Zhuang's sword intent was primarily wild, arrogant, and domineering,

then the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang's sword intent was primarily sinister, vicious, and demonic, roaming the world.

Once the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang unleashed the Vertical Sword Art, the situation reversed abruptly.

The slight advantage Wei Zhuang had finally gained was not only lost in an instant,

but he also failed to parry two strikes, and was instead stabbed through an opening by the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang.

In a flash, Wei Zhuang was wounded once more, fresh blood flowing freely.

"Xiaozhuang…"

Gai Nie watched Wei Zhuang's fresh blood being drained once more by the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang through the Demon Soldier, and felt extremely distressed.

Yet he neither wished to, nor dared, step forward to help Wei Zhuang.

For he knew Wei Zhuang was proud and arrogant, and had never deigned to let others help him.

Especially during a martial contest of swords, he would absolutely refuse anyone's assistance.

Even Gai Nie was no exception.

If Gai Nie were to strike now, it would instead incur Wei Zhuang's displeasure.

"Haha! Wei Zhuang, how much longer can you hold out, how much more blood is there for me to drain?"

The Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang had stabbed Wei Zhuang several times and obtained some of Wei Zhuang's essence blood; not only did the man grow increasingly frenzied, he was also inexplicably excited.

In truth, with the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang's current strength, defeating Wei Zhuang was not difficult.

But in his heart he still brooded over the words Wei Zhuang had said earlier that had disturbed his mind.

Since you look down on me, thinking I am the worst of all the Wei Zhuangs,

then I absolutely must shatter every one of your sword arts, your Wu Gong, and even your confidence.

Drain every last drop of your blood, and make you kneel before me.

When that time comes, let's see how you can still talk tough!

The more he thought this way, the more frenzied the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang became.

The sword moves in his hands were both evil and bizarre.

He beat Wei Zhuang into a steady retreat, constantly wounding him.

Seeing this, Gai Nie was deeply worried.

He knew that within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, his proud junior brother would likely be defeated.

When that time came, what a terrible blow to his confidence it would be!

After much hesitation, Gai Nie gradually drew the Yuan Hong Sword.

Even if it would displease Wei Zhuang, Gai Nie was resolved to act.

Yet just as he made up his mind here, he suddenly saw streams of white-dragon-like sword qi suddenly soaring up from Wei Zhuang's body.

"Haha! Wei Zhuang, you think I don't know the 'Hundred Steps Flying Sword'?"

Seeing these white-dragon sword qi, the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang immediately knew Wei Zhuang was preparing to use the ultimate killing move of the Vertical Sword Art, the Hundred Steps Flying Sword.

After his taunt, the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang also drew his sword before him, assuming the opening stance of the Hundred Steps Flying Sword in the same manner.

In an instant, countless dragon-like sword qi also rose up from the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang's body.

Only his sword qi was stream after stream of blood dragons!.

952 The Qinglong Society's intelligence-gathering ability is unrivaled under heaven?

"Hundred Steps Flying Sword!"

Wei Zhuang had built his momentum to the peak, and immediately gathered these streams of white-dragon-like sword qi together.

In an instant, the sword qi surged like a Changhe, and under Wei Zhuang's control, it crushed toward the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang.

"Heh! Try my Hundred Steps Flying Sword too!"

The Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang paid it no heed, and also launched his own Hundred Steps Flying Sword.

Just now the two had clashed with Horizontal Eight Directions, and Wei Zhuang had suffered a crushing defeat.

Now clashing again with the Hundred Steps Flying Sword, the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang did not think Wei Zhuang could win!

Gai Nie was also full of worry; though Wei Zhuang's Hundred Steps Flying Sword differed somewhat from his own, its mastery had also been reached.

But the sword momentum of the Demon Soldier Wei Zhuang's Hundred Steps Flying Sword was clearly above Wei Zhuang's.

Xiaozhuang was certain to lose!

Gai Nie immediately roused himself, and also raised the Yuan Hong Sword before him, assuming the opening stance of the Hundred Steps Flying Sword.

He was resolved that once Wei Zhuang was defeated, he would strike without regard for anything.

He swore he would save Wei Zhuang!

"Brother Gai, there's no need to be so tense!"

Just then, a swordsman in black with a cold, stern face suddenly appeared beside Hearing Gai Nie.

Hearing Gai Nie's heart jolted, and he immediately looked at the man.

Yet he found he did not know this person at all.

"Wei Zhuang still has a killing move; you don't need to be so anxious."

The man did not explain much, only pointed toward the Hundred-Step Flying Sword grand contest not far away.

One was a white-dragon sword-Qi Changhe, the other a blood-dragon sword-Qi Changhe.

Right there on that narrow peak, they tangled fiercely together.

At first, the white-dragon sword-Qi Changhe still held the upper hand.

After all, judged by the Guigu inheritance, the Hundred-Step Flying Sword Wei Zhuang was now wielding was more orthodox, capturing more of the essence of the Vertical Sword Art.

But this glory vanished in the blink of an eye.

Though the blood-dragon sword-Qi Changhe was fused with demonic-path techniques and was not orthodox Guigu,

this blood-dragon was madly, murderously bloodthirsty; once it clashed with the white-dragon sword-Qi, its greed swelled enormously.

In an instant, it completely suppressed the white-dragon sword-Qi Changhe.

"Hah! Wei Zhuang, you idiot!

So what if it's the demonic path? So what if it's the righteous path?

As long as it can defeat you, it's a good martial Dao!"

The demonic-troop Wei Zhuang, seeing the white-dragon sword-Qi Changhe on the verge of collapse, could not help but say triumphantly.

In his view, destroying the white-dragon sword-Qi Changhe would crush Wei Zhuang's spirit and vigor.

"You say you are Wei Zhuang? But don't you understand the Guigu Vertical and Horizontal Dao?"

Wei Zhuang strained to maintain the white-dragon sword-Qi Changhe, letting the blood-dragon sword-Qi stab into his body again and again, drawing boundless fresh blood.

He suddenly said a line to the demonic-troop Wei Zhuang.

The demonic-troop Wei Zhuang, hearing these words, could not help but be stunned.

The next moment, Wei Zhuang's sword momentum suddenly shifted.

Within the white-dragon sword-Qi, a great deal of black-dragon sword-Qi suddenly flickered.

With the black-dragon sword-Qi joining in, the wildly arrogant blood-dragon sword-Qi could no longer break through.

"This is… Horizontal Eight Directions?"

The demonic-troop Wei Zhuang recognized it at a glance: Wei Zhuang was actually using the ultimate killing move of the Horizontal Sword Art, Horizontal Eight Directions, while simultaneously wielding the Hundred-Step Flying Sword!