jdhmnovel Chapter 108 Who is the Swordsman (Part 1)
Chapter 108 Who is the Swordsman (Part 1)
In Xie Wanning's memory, she had only practiced the first three moves of the Qingyun Sword Technique two years ago. However, she could now recognize Song Huai'an's movements at a glance. All the moves of the Qingyun Sword Technique were crystal clear in Xie Wanning's memory, as if she had practiced them countless times.
However, although Xie Wanning could recognize Song Huai'an's moves, she couldn't keep up with his speed.
The afterimages before her eyes kept overlapping, and the sword blades flew from all sides like ghosts. Xie Wanning felt like a caged spirit beast being beaten with sticks and had no way to avoid it.
Xie Wanning had mastered the swordsmanship of the Invincible Taoist, but that swordsmanship emphasized speed and agility. However, Song Huai'an's speed had already surpassed hers. She couldn't see Song Huai'an's figure clearly, nor could she determine his location. Her speed, which she was so proud of, had actually become inferior.
If she used the fifth move of the Qingyun Sword Technique against Song Huai'an, she might have been able to turn the tide of the battle. However, they were at the Qingyun Sect now, and Yan Ze was watching, so she couldn't possibly use any move of the Qingyun Sword Technique.
Unable to keep up with Song Huai'an's pace, Xie Wanning didn't even have the chance to swing her sword at her.
Xie Wanning could only dodge quickly, trying to avoid as many blades as possible.
However, she is now completely surrounded by blades, how could she possibly dodge them all?
Soon, Xie Wanning was covered in blood. She used her sword to support herself on the ground, struggling to keep herself from falling.
Song Huai'an finally stopped, looking down at Xie Wanning, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "Xu Weilin, ever since I was defeated by you in the secret realm, I have learned my lesson and practiced my swordsmanship desperately these past few months. Now, I can finally repay you for the humiliation I suffered back then."
A smug and relieved smile appeared on Song Huai'an's lips, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
He raised the sword in his hand, and countless flying swords merged into a giant sword, which he then used to bid farewell to Xie Wanning.
The giant sword carried an imposing aura, causing even the arena to tremble.
"Senior Sister, jump off the stage quickly!"
"Don't try to tough it out!"
"Senior Sister, watch out!"
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The junior brothers and sisters of Muxue Peak all looked helpless and panicked, and could only anxiously remind their senior sister.
Xie Wan Ning coughed up a mouthful of blood, and seeing the giant sword hurtling towards her at high speed, she realized there was no way to escape.
Is Song Huai'an going to stab her to death with a sword?
"Boom!"
The giant sword crashed into the arena, instantly splitting into countless flying swords that pounced on the arena like a hunting net, giving no chance to resist.
"Sister!"
Dust billowed on the arena, leaving only heart-wrenching screams in the audience.
Song Huai'an stood relaxed high in the sky, the sunlight shining on him, making him radiant and full of charisma, like a victorious general returning home.
In the center of the arena, a broken sword could be faintly seen stuck there, stained with blood, its silver plum blossoms stained crimson.
Yan Ze, seeing this from the high platform, turned and left. Lin Xuanjin could only clench his fists, watching every move on the platform with rapt attention.
"I hereby declare that the winner of this swordsmanship competition is Song of the Qingyun Sect..."
As Song Huai'an rode his sword high in the sky, he listened to the results of the competition and confidently raised a smile.
Sudden.
Dozens of frost-covered blades flew out, their sharp sounds shattering the elder referee's words and the loud cheers from below the stage.
Song Huai'an swiftly parried dozens of sword blades, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
He watched the ring cautiously, preparing to defend himself.
But then he heard a voice from behind: "Fellow Daoist Song, I have learned a lot. Now it is my turn to make a move."
A sword blade pierced Song Huai'an's abdomen, and blood gushed out instantly.
The surrounding disciples all wore expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
There was clearly no one behind Song Huai'an; Xu Weilin appeared out of nowhere.
Song Huai'an used his spiritual power to suppress the blood from his wound, raised his sword, and showed an expression of anger and shock.
He clearly saw that Xu Weilin's sword was broken, so if Xu Weilin couldn't catch his attack, why was she still behind him?
At this moment, Xie Wanning's dark green clothes were stained red with blood, turning them blackish-red. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and the light reflected from the sword in her hand illuminated her face. Several bloodstains were visible on her pale face, making her look somewhat eerie.
Xie Wanning held the spirit sword, which emitted a light blue light and was covered with frost. The blade was emanating a cold aura, and the words "Luo Ze" were finely engraved on the hilt.
Several sword blades were swiftly unleashed, which Song Huai'an quickly caught. Unexpectedly, in that instant, hundreds of sword blades simultaneously attacked him.
Even if Song Huai'an realized what was happening, he had nowhere to escape.
However, the blade did not pierce Song Huai'an directly, but passed through Song Huai'an's body.
In the blink of an eye, Song Huai'an had vanished from the spot.
Xie Wanning was startled, and the phrase "swords flashing and shadows of swords" suddenly appeared in her mind.
She quickly turned to the side.
Sure enough, the Golden Cloud Sword passed by Xie Wan Ning's abdomen, and a tuft of her long hair was cut off.
If Xie Wanning hadn't dodged in time, her abdomen would have been pierced with a huge, bloody hole.
"Sword and Shadow" is the eighth move of the Qingyun Sword Technique, which allows the swordsman and the blade to become one, moving with the movement of the blade.
Song Huai'an must have unleashed several sword strikes simultaneously while resisting the blades, which is why he was able to escape at the end.
Just as Xie Wanning breathed a sigh of relief, a sword blade pierced through her right shoulder.
She couldn't help but laugh at herself, never expecting that she had dodged the "swords and shadows" but couldn't dodge the simplest "feint to the east and attack in the west".
"Feint to the East, Attack in the West" is the first move of the Qingyun Sword Technique. It involves launching several sword blades at the same time, while simultaneously launching a sword blade that appears behind the enemy.
Xie Wanning couldn't help but admire Song Huai'an, after all, she had never imagined that he could combine the first and eighth moves of the Qingyun Sword Technique.
She forced herself to endure the pain in her shoulder, swiftly swung her sword, and moved her feet at the same time, her figure almost disappearing with her speed.
Song Huai'an looked at the hundreds of sword blades flying towards him, but a smile appeared on his lips.
With a gentle wave of his hand, Song Huai'an caused the hundreds of sword blades that had been stationary in the distance and those that were now flying towards him to change direction and head towards Xie Wanning.
Xie Wan's pupils dilated for a moment, and she quickened her pace.
How is that possible? Someone can actually control a sword.
Xie Wanning's gaze fell on Song Huai'an, whose eyes were piercing.
Song Huai'an's fingers moved rapidly, a confident smile on his face. However, his body trembled violently, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Xie Wanning instantly understood: Song Huai'an was born with a sword physique, and all spiritual swords would have an innate sense of awe towards him. Therefore, as long as Song Huai'an's cultivation was sufficient, he could wield any spiritual sword or even its blade.
Song Huai'an's current cultivation level is insufficient, so he is forcibly activating his spiritual power to control the sword blade.
Thinking of the swarm of swords behind her and meeting Song Huai'an's increasingly deep gaze, Xie Wanning sighed softly and shouted, "I surrender!"
Has Song Huai'an gone mad? It's just a competition, why is he going to fight her to the death?
Xie Wanning wasn't afraid of him, but if the competition continued, both of them would probably exhaust their spiritual energy and die.
However, Song Huai'an did not stop attacking, and hundreds of sword blades instantly approached Xie Wanning.
Xie Wanning hurriedly took out a defensive magic weapon, a hint of fear in her eyes.
"Boom!"
A massive ice wall appeared in front of Xie Wanning, blocking the sword's attack.
Fortunately, Lin Xuanjin intervened in time to block the sword and save Xie Wanning.
Song Huai'an won the competition.
That night.
Midway up Qingyun Peak.
"Senior Brother, why did you fight so hard in today's competition? It really startled me." Jiang Ci threw the pills on the stone table with dissatisfaction.
Song Huai'an simply smiled and accepted the pill.
He sat on the stone bench, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.
He muttered to himself, "Jiang Ci, do I look like a senior disciple today?"
Jiang Ci was completely bewildered. Was Song Huai'an going crazy again?
Song Huai'an said, "I think I did very well today, just like my senior sister, who won first place in the sect's sword competition. I will definitely take her place."
Jiang Ci remained silent and handed over a bowl of wine.
The night was quiet, and the two of them drank all night in the courtyard halfway up the mountain.