Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 657 - 262 Needle Tip (1/2)
Wang Anfeng was covered in wounds, his vigorous attire soaked in blood beyond recognition, which alarmed Lin Qiaofu and the others. Lv Baiping initially planned to rush out and bring Wang Anfeng back, but Yuchi Jie held him back.
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Yuchi Jie glanced at the white-haired old woman in the distance and the two grandmasters facing each other, and said, "I'll go over." Without waiting for them to object, he straightened his clothes, laughed heartily, and went forward, saying:
"Indeed formidable, Anfeng."
"You said back then that you could kill the Jue Que Sword in an instant, I didn't believe it initially, but now I have no choice but to believe, impressive, impressive!"
Laughing heartily, he startled the old woman waiting by the side.
Yuchi Jie had reached Wang Anfeng's side and grabbed his wrist. Wang Anfeng smiled at him with a weak pulse.
Yuchi Jie's expression changed slightly, and before his smile faded, he lifted Wang Anfeng onto his shoulder and turned to run.
The old woman's expression subtly changed, but she realized that Yuchi Jie's running direction was precisely between the two grandmasters. Remembering the qinggong she had seen before, which seemed almost supernaturally fast, she instinctively took a step forward but then forcefully held back, her expression fluctuating.
Yuchi Jie shifted his steps and slid down a small slope, his eyes fixed on the white-haired old woman.
At this time, every expert was restrained by their opponent. If he wanted to keep Wang Anfeng safe, he could only use this clumsy method, always maintaining a distance through Luoyu from the old woman, otherwise, a Fourth Rank martial artist sneaking up from behind could not be stopped by anyone.
The old woman, considering the two grandmasters, did not make a move, and Yuchi Jie let out a slight sigh of relief. He felt warm liquid soaking his back, glanced sideways, and saw Wang Anfeng's complexion growing increasingly pale, almost like paper. He turned his head and whispered:
"Wang Anfeng... you better not die."
Carried on his back, Wang Anfeng's face was deathly pale. He smiled and said:
"Impressive, huh?"
Yuchi Jie couldn't help but laugh, watching the two people confronting each other in the distance, and whispered softly:
"Impressive..."
"Terribly impressive."
Years ago, Pei Danding performed swordsmanship in front of the Former Emperor and only left with a jug of fine wine. The Former Emperor praised his swordsmanship; Danding's dance with the sword was a spectacle for the world, hurling his sword into the clouds, soaring dozens of meters high, like a bolt of lightning.
All sword practitioners in the Imperial Court considered themselves inferior.
Inside Hong Luoyu, a charm transformed into something resembling inner strength, slowly surging, filling the gaps previously present, and in his right hand, he held one of the previous generation's ten famous swords, the Flood Dragon Slaying Sword.
This moment was his prime.
Pei Danding hadn't made a move yet, waiting until Hong Luoyu's aura stabilized, then nodded slightly. Tapping his sword lightly, he said, "It seems, sir, you still have some foundation left."
"But I wonder if this is your strongest moment?"
Hong Luoyu replied calmly:
"To know if it's my strongest, you just have to try."
Stepping out, he split into multiple shadows; each step left a lingering afterimage, solid yet elusive. To an onlooker, countless Hong Luoyus seemed to fill the sky, his sword striking toward Pei Danding.
Yuchi Jie was tense.
All the myriad afterimages dissipated instantly.
A sword pointed right before Hong Luoyu's throat, just a hair's breadth away. Hong Luoyu, standing on one foot, leaned backward, his expression cold, the sword difficult to advance further.
No matter what, it was hard to escape.
Suddenly, Hong Luoyu spun around, his form instantly shifted up and down, stepping on the blade of the sword, while Pei Danding's ordinary sword moved up, grazing past Hong Luoyu's chest. If not for his exceptional movement technique, he would have been seriously injured right then.
They exchanged dozens of moves back and forth, seemingly ordinary, not even as grand as when Wang Anfeng fought earlier, yet the elderly white-haired woman was sweating profusely, trembling, knowing if she were in any of their places, she would have died long ago.
Hong Luoyu retreated, landing on the ground.
Pei Danding stopped in his tracks, lamenting, "Sir, your Qinggong is unmatched, but your swordsmanship is quite mediocre. You should have missed with a single strike and escaped thousands of miles away, but now you have to duel with me in this place, which is truly regrettable."
"I have already said that within three feet of my sword edge, I can kill you."
He held the sword in his right hand.
Since he had drawn his sword, his feet moved only within a circle three feet in diameter.
Hong Luoyu's expression remained calm; his right hand held the sword while his left brushed over a wound on his cheek. It seemed the wound was inflicted by a wisp of Sword Qi during their recent exchange, yet no blood flowed. With a sweep of his hand, it looked as good as new.
In Shaolin Temple, a trace of blood appeared on Hong Luoyu's cheek.
A trivial wound.
Hong Luoyu raised his eyes and looked at Pei Danding, saying indifferently, "What a bold claim."
"But you can't kill me."
Pei Danding nodded, smiling:
"Sir, if you wish to leave, there are hardly a handful within the whole world who could stop you. As far as I know, they wouldn't exceed five people. Considering sir's age, barely over thirty, possessing such Qinggong, there are no more than three such individuals in the vast world of Jianghu in a hundred years."
"Naturally, I am not capable of stopping sir from leaving."
"But can sir leave now?"
Hong Luoyu laughed out loud:
"Indeed, I cannot leave. I guess if I were to take someone along, you would be able to catch up with me?"
Pei Danding said, "I can't catch up, but my sword can."
"If sir doesn't believe, you are free to try."
"You mentioned there are three with Qinggong like mine? Have you seen them?"
"I've met two and killed one."
Hong Luoyu laughed heartily, the spiritual essence in his sword fully stirred up, transforming into a Flying Dragon, hurled at Pei Danding. The Vital Energy of Heaven and Earth visibly react, the Longsword wailed, eliciting a tragic scream from the white-haired old woman.
This strike completely destroyed the Flood Dragon Slaying Sword, catching Pei Danding off-guard. Hong Luoyu rose into the air, no longer using those afterimage techniques. His body soared like a wild goose. His right hand formed a sword shape, aiming directly at Pei Danding.
Despite unexpectedly losing the initiative, Pei Danding, known as the Sword Saint, remained calm and collected. His own sword first repelled the Flying Dragon transformed from Flood Dragon Slaying Sword, then he turned around to defend. Hong Luoyu pointed at the Matched Sword, causing the sword edge to tremble and buzz, almost slipping from the hand.
Pei Danding's expression subtly changed, and he stepped back half a step.
Hong Luoyu had already vanished in front of him and pointed again, this time from behind with fierce Vigorous Qi, as if it could break through three thousand worlds in one move. Pei Danding quickly stepped forward and spun to strike, and in that instant, it seemed as if two people were wielding swords at the same time.
Yet, just before their swords could touch, he suddenly spun around again.
A strand of sword light fell on the ground, where a sword mark quietly appeared, as if it had been obliterated into dust the moment it touched.
Wind surged, converging towards one point.
Hong Luoyu tread on the wind.
"Good."
Pei Danding praised loudly, saying, "Excellent Qinggong!"
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