Chapter 1177

"Xiaozhuang probably can't hold out much longer, can he?"

Yan Shisan neither agreed nor disagreed, merely smiling faintly.

That look, surprisingly, seemed to show even more confidence in Weizhuang than Hearing Gai Nie did.

Seeing him like this, Hearing Gai Nie could only temporarily set aside the thought of going up to help Weizhuang.

Suddenly, the situation on the field changed drastically once again.

He saw the black and white dragon sword Qi that had been suppressed by the blood dragon sword Qi into a corner beside Weizhuang.

After emitting bursts of sword cries and dragon roars, the two streams of sword Qi suddenly began to merge continuously.

Before long, the first grey dragon-shaped sword Qi, formed from the fusion of the black and white dragon sword Qi, appeared!

Once the grey dragon sword Qi was born, it directly broke through the nearby blood dragon sword Qi.

No matter how rampant the demonic soldier Weizhuang's blood dragon sword Qi was, it was completely no match for the grey dragon sword Qi.

At first, the demonic soldier Weizhuang didn't mind, but as more and more grey dragon sword Qi appeared.

In the end, when Heng Guan Ba Fang and Hundred Steps Flying Sword actually merged into a single move under this immense pressure.

The soaring grey dragon sword Qi Changhe finally broke through the demonic soldier Weizhuang's blood dragon sword Qi.

After breaking through, the grey dragon sword Qi Changhe continued with unabated momentum, attacking toward the demonic soldier Weizhuang.

"Ah... how could this be?"

The demonic soldier Weizhuang and Hearing Gai Nie spoke this line together.

The two of them, though not people of the same world, were both disciples of the Guigu Sect.

After seeing the Hundred Steps Flying Sword, representing the ultimate move of the Vertical Sword Art, and Heng Guan Ba Fang, the ultimate move of the Horizontal Sword Art, merge into one.

Both found it inconceivable!

After all, whether it was Hundred Steps Flying Sword or Heng Guan Ba Fang, in truth both were the essence of the Vertical and Horizontal Sword Arts.

From the moment of their creation, the two were meant to be opposed to each other.

To unleash them together was already enough to shock the world!

But the Kyushu Weizhuang at this moment had clearly already merged the two sword moves into a single one!

This truly left Hearing Gai Nie and the demonic soldier Weizhuang shaken beyond words.

Seeing this, Yan Shisan was not shocked; instead, wearing an expression that said this was only to be expected, he said softly,

"Another decent swordsman has been born!"

In Yan Shisan's eyes, Weizhuang, who could merge the ultimate moves of the Vertical and Horizontal Sword Arts, was only considered a decent swordsman?

Hearing this, Hearing Gai Nie couldn't help but look at Yan Shisan, feeling he was overestimating himself.

He didn't expect Yan Shisan, as if sensing something, to say to Hearing Gai Nie,

"But you haven't reached this realm yet! I hope you'll work hard soon and merge what you've learned!

When that time comes, your achievement will definitely surpass Weizhuang's!"

Hearing Gai Nie was stunned by these words; what he had learned was actually far less than Weizhuang's.

At least according to what Yan Shisan had just said, Weizhuang had actually learned all of the Guigu lineage's techniques.

Even the Guigu secret canon unique to the Lianzhang Sect had already been obtained by him.

Hearing Gai Nie had only learned the Vertical Sword Art lineage, along with the Xiao Jingtian Eighteen Swords passed down by his close friend.

Could it be that what Yan Shisan meant was the fusion of the Vertical Sword Art with the Xiao Jingtian Eighteen Swords?

It's just that these two sword arts had no absolute incompatibility in their sword principles.

To fuse them was far simpler than fusing Heng Guan Ba Fang with Hundred Steps Flying Sword.

Even if fused, how could it surpass the realm Weizhuang had reached at this moment?

"Ah..."

Just then, a shrill cry pulled Hearing Gai Nie back from his thoughts.

Following the sound, he saw that the demonic soldier Weizhuang, after having his blood dragon sword Qi broken through by Kyushu Weizhuang, had been struck directly.

【42】 Blood immediately stained a ring across his chest, and he screamed as he fell to the ground, kicking up countless clouds of dust.

Blood instantly bloomed in a ring across his chest, and he screamed as he crashed to the ground, sending up clouds of dust.

After Weizhuang defeated this demonic soldier Weizhuang, he slowly withdrew the grey dragon sword Qi back into his body.

After regulating his breath for a long time, he turned back and asked Yan Shisan,

"How did you know?"

Hearing Gai Nie thought Weizhuang was asking Yan Shisan why he knew all sorts of things about Weizhuang.

But thinking again, he felt something was off.

After all, Weizhuang's intellect was in no way inferior to his own.

He himself knew that Yan Shisan was an altar master of the Qinglong Society; how could Weizhuang not know?

The Qinglong Society's spies were spread across the world.

Rumor had it that even the central hubs of the major powers had Qinglong Society spies present.

So although Weizhuang's affairs were secret, if the Qinglong Society deliberately investigated, how could they not know.

Therefore, what Weizhuang asked could not be this point.

"Hehe! The Guigu's ultimate arts, what a grand reputation!"

Yan Shisan smiled faintly and said,

"Weizhuang, have you forgotten where your teacher died?"

Hearing Gai Nie and Weizhuang's teacher, the contemporary Guiguzi Wang Xu, actually died at Mount Wudang.

And Yan Shisan, back then, had been ordered along with Ye Gucheng and Guichen to rush to Mount Wudang to provide reinforcements.

Therefore, Wang Xu could be said to have died right under his nose.

"Was it that old bastard who told you?"

Weizhuang was extremely impolite toward this master of his.

After all, in Weizhuang's view, being scared out of his wits by half a sword strike from the Great Longshou, to the point of hiding his name and living a coward's life in the world—

Such a person was not worthy of being Weizhuang's master.

Naturally, Weizhuang would not be polite when mentioning him.

Only, how could Weizhuang know that the Great Longshou Ximen Wudi's half a sword strike was not so easy to receive.

954 Good intentions, no good returns!

"Enough, your matter isn't finished yet!"

Yan Shisan did not answer, only pointed behind Weizhuang.

Weizhuang immediately turned his head to look, and discovered that the Demon Soldier Weizhuang had been struck head-on by his own Ash Dragon sword Qi Changhe.

Not only was his chest a mangled mess of flesh and blood, his sinews and bones should have been destroyed as well.

Yet with such severe injuries, the Demon Soldier Weizhuang still had not died.

Moreover, leaning on the Demon Soldier Shachi Sword, he slowly stood up.

Only, at this moment the Demon Soldier Weizhuang no longer possessed his previous dashing bearing.

From head to toe, there was not a single patch of good flesh left.

"Cough, cough! Weizhuang, I truly did underestimate you."

The moment the Demon Soldier Weizhuang spoke, he coughed up several mouthfuls of fresh blood.

But whether it was the blood he spat out, or the blood flowing from his wounds—

Once it left his body, it would be captured by that eerie Demon Soldier.

Then, through the Demon Soldier, it returned back into the Demon Soldier Weizhuang's body.

It actually formed a rather disgusting, and bizarre beyond compare, cycle.

"Hmph! I said long ago, you are the worst Weizhuang I have ever seen."

Weizhuang paid no heed to such a bizarre scene, and instead replied,

"We of the name Weizhuang, no matter where we find ourselves, have always relied only on the sword in our own hand.

Yet you, in order to climb to a higher level, did not hesitate to fall into the demonic path.

If this demonic path could truly elevate you, then so be it.

But now you are neither man nor ghost, even if you truly have been elevated—

Where then is the Weizhuang in you?

I advise you—take your own life!"