Chapter 458 Thousand Feather Peach Blossoms
"Hei Zhishan, it's a good thing you brought him back in time, otherwise he would not have been able to leave Huashan alive."

"How is it? Sir, do you have any method to heal the wound?"

"Don't worry, Hei Zhishan. Young Master Wu's internal weakness is far worse than his internal injuries, so he can't control the leakage of his vital energy. I only need to use acupuncture to help his meridians run, and then use tonic medicine to carefully regulate his condition. He will be fine in a few days."

In the villa, the words of the doctor in Prince Xian's mansion put Liu Xunyi's heart at ease.

He looked at Wu Shuang, who was lying on the couch with his brows slightly furrowed and his eyes tightly closed. He couldn't help but sigh helplessly and murmured, "Brother Wu, you only said that Second Master Xie used too much force and broke his finger just now, but you are also the same. If you hadn't exhausted the last bit of your energy, why would you be dying like this?"

"Black fan!" The doctor standing behind Liu Xunyi reminded cautiously, "I am going to give acupuncture to Young Master Wu."

"it is good!"

Liu Xunyi suddenly woke up, took a deep look at the unconscious Wu Shuang, and whispered: "Brother Wu, you should stay here and take good care of your injuries. When you recover, it won't be too late to settle the score with me. Sorry for the offense!"

After that, Liu Xunyi instructed the doctor: "Young Master Wu is the guest of honor of the mansion master. Please take good care of him."

"I will follow the orders of Hei Zhishan!"

"Thank you!"

After settling down, Liu Xunyi hurriedly left the villa and ran towards the top of Mount Huashan.

After two hours of hard work, the sun was gradually setting.

When Liu Xunyi returned to the top of Mount Huashan, the two families that were diametrically opposed to each other on the sword-fighting arena had already fought for several rounds and suffered injuries to each other. At this time, the fight was still fierce and intense.

Luo Tianjin was concentrating on watching the competition. Liu Xunyi did not dare to interrupt him. He stepped aside slowly and asked Xu Heng, who was full of excitement, "How is the situation?"

"So far, Jin Jianwu has lost two people, one is a young disciple, and the other is 'Ice Heart Sword' Leng Yiyi. The one who is fighting now is Wen Lian, one of the four great masters of Jin Jianwu."

"What?" Liu Xunyi was secretly surprised, "Leng Yiyi actually lost?"

"Hei Zhishan doesn't know that Leng Yiyi has defeated two masters of Peach Blossom Sword Island in a row, which is already a great victory." Xu Heng explained, "Now Peach Blossom Sword Island has lost four people. The one standing on the stage is Yuwen Xiu's last helper, Fu Yin, the 'Moonlight Ink Washing Sword' of the Sun and Moon Twin Swords. As long as he is defeated, Yuwen Xiu will be completely alone."

"You mean... Ding Qinghong and 'Sunlight White Jade Sword' Ji Hou were both defeated by Leng Yiyi?"

As if seeing Liu Xunyi's confusion, Yan Bugui continued, "Although the Sun and Moon Swords are powerful, they can only exert their greatest power when they are combined. If they are separated, their strength will be greatly reduced. If they are two against two, even if Wen Lian and Leng Yiyi join forces, they may not be the opponent of the Sun and Moon Swords. But if they fight alone, Wen Lian and Leng Yiyi are better than Ji Hou and Fu Yin. As for Ding Qinghong, although he is self-important, he is still a junior in front of Leng Yiyi. In terms of sword intent, his 'Peach Blossom Sword' is still far inferior to the 'Ice Heart Sword'."

Jiang Yiwei said: "Although Ding Qinghong is also on the Dragon Elephant List, not everyone on the Dragon Elephant List is like Wu Shuang. The juniors are always juniors, and those who can compete with the seniors are always rare."

I don't know why? Liu Xunyi always had a feeling that Jiang Yiwei's words were full of innuendos. It seemed that he was talking about Ding Qinghong, but in fact he was "hitting" himself.

"In terms of the ability of the young disciples, Peach Blossom Sword Island is far inferior to Golden Sword Dock." Murong Bai, who was sitting nearby to rest, took the opportunity to interject, "The young disciples of Golden Sword Dock have a solid foundation and are experienced. They can easily fight one against two. If Ding Qinghong had not come on the field, I'm afraid no one would be able to resist his aggressiveness if only ordinary disciples of Peach Blossom Sword Island were relied on. This is the key to the gap between the two families! Peach Blossom Sword Island is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. It seems to have reached an awkward situation of lack of successors. Among the younger generation, except Ding Qinghong, no one else can show off his talent."

"If it weren't for this, Yuwen Xiu wouldn't have joined the imperial court." Yan Bugui sneered, "Back then, the Peach Blossom Immortal relied on the abundance of talents on Peach Blossom Sword Island to do whatever he wanted in the Central Plains martial arts world. After a bloody storm, countless people died and wounded on Peach Blossom Sword Island, and its vitality was severely damaged. If Yuwen Xiu wants to revive, he will need to recuperate for at least 30 to 50 years. But considering his age now, he has no chance to wait until that day."

"The winner has been decided! Wen Lian won another battle for Jin Fuyu!"

Suddenly, Luo Tianjin's sigh interrupted the thoughts of Liu Xunyi and others.

Everyone looked towards the sword-discussing arena, only to see Wen Lian, who was covered in wounds and blood, staring with a pair of bloodthirsty and ferocious eyes, standing proudly with his head held high.

At his feet was Fu Yin, whose clothes were tattered, bones were broken, tendons were bruised, hair was disheveled, and his body was covered in blood.

At this moment, the dying Fu Yin was lying on the ground on his side, his curled up body twitching slightly irregularly with his rapid breathing, his facial features were hideous, his eyes rolled up, and a gurgling sound came from his throat, which sounded like an indignant roar or a groan of pain.

The "Moonlight Ink Washing Sword" that he was so proud of was standing alone, swaying in the wind, looking extremely desolate.

Fu Yin wanted to fight again, but despite struggling with all his might, he could only move his fingers and couldn't even lift his arms.

On the top of the silent Huashan Mountain, people watching the battle had different expressions. Among them, the expressions of Yuwen Xiu and Jin Fuyu were the most interesting.

Yuwen Xiu looked solemn and ashen.

Jin Fu Yu remained calm and elegant as always.

The strong contrast gives people an inexplicable spiritual shock.

At this point, Yuwen Xiu has already guessed his own fate. There is an 80% chance that he will never be able to become the leader of the martial arts world.

However, what Yuwen Xiu was really worried about at this time was not the martial arts conference, but how to deal with the mess after the martial arts conference?
If he cannot take down the Wulin leader, he will be of no use to the court. Given the West Palace's style, they will definitely take back all the rewards, even the title of "Wulin Hou", and finally kick him out.

By then, Peach Blossom Sword Island, which has lost the protection of the imperial court, will inevitably be besieged by the heroes of the martial arts world.

In order to participate in the martial arts conference, Yuwen Xiu had used his power to bully others and offended almost all the prominent figures in the martial arts world. Once he became a stray dog, how could they let it go?
Perhaps he didn't even have the chance to return to Peach Blossom Sword Island and died in the Central Plains.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Xiu's expression became even uglier, and even in his disappointment, there was a hint of despair. "This time, Wen Lian wins!"

Xu Qingnian's voice rang out quietly, like a death knell striking deep in Yuwen Xiu's mind, causing his heart to sink and his eyes to become more conflicted.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience turned their eyes to Yuwen Xiu at the same time. The meaning of this was self-evident.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yuwen Xiu slowly stood up and walked towards the sword-fighting arena step by step. He passed by Fu Yin who was being carried down, but he did not stop for a moment, and did not even blink.

At this moment, Yuwen Xiu's eyes were filled with Wen Lian, who was almost exhausted on the sword arena. In his ears, he could only hear his own strong and powerful heartbeat and Wen Lian's heavy and rapid breathing.

As for the roars and shouts around him, he turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear to them all.

At this battle, there were no more false greetings and courtesies between them, nor were there any casual introductions of one’s family background.

As Yuwen Xiu approached step by step, Wen Lian had to forcibly mobilize his remaining internal strength and slowly overlap his palms in front of him.

In an instant, countless palm shadows appeared and loomed in the void, and at the same time, bursts of whistling winds broke out.

On the other hand, Yuwen Xiu came slowly as if he was strolling in a garden. What was extremely surprising was that along with his leisurely steps, extremely sharp and chilling swords flew out from his body.

The green swords floating around Yuwen Xiu were not illusions created by his internal force, but real sharp blades.

However, compared to ordinary swords, Yuwen Xiu's sword is narrower, thinner, lighter and sharper.

It is as long as an arm and as thick as a finger, soft as water and hard as gold. Normally, it is hidden in Yuwen Xiu's sleeves and belt. Only when fighting with others will it come out and turn into a bloodthirsty weapon that kills without blinking an eye.

"One, two, three... sixteen, seventeen, eighteen."

Xie Xuan leaned against the chair, silently counting the swords floating in the air with astonishment in his eyes, and exclaimed: "When I fought him that year, he only had nine Thousand Feather Peach Blossom Swords, but now he has eighteen. It's really unbelievable."

"After Yuwen Xiu succeeded as the island master, he must have practiced the secret techniques of the Peach Blossom Immortal, otherwise his martial arts would never have improved so rapidly." Luo Tianjin said in a deep voice, "Back then, the nine Thousand Feather Peach Blossom Swords had already made countless masters shudder. Now that there are eighteen of them, won't they be even more powerful?"

"Is this the legendary 'Thousand Feather Peach Blossom Sword'?"

On the sidelines, Tang Afu looked at Yuwen Xiu with complicated eyes, and said with emotion: "I wonder how much better it is than the 'Peach Blossom Sword Technique' practiced by Ding Qinghong?"

"The Thousand Feather Peach Blossom Sword is also the Peach Blossom Sword Technique." Xiao Zhirou said calmly, "It's just the highest level of the Peach Blossom Sword Technique. Compared with Yu Wenxiu's Thousand Feather Peach Blossom Sword, Ding Qinghong's Peach Blossom Sword Technique can only be considered a minor achievement, and it's only a minor achievement in terms of sword style."

"Valley Master, what is a minor achievement in sword style?"

"Swordsmanship emphasizes sword style, sword energy, and sword meaning. Among them, sword style is the foundation of swordsmanship, sword energy is the fusion of internal strength and swordsmanship, and sword meaning is the swordsman's understanding of swordsmanship. It is not a certain move, nor a certain skill, but a state of mind that can only be understood but not expressed in words." Xiao Zhirou explained, "Each swordsmanship has different sword styles, sword energy, and sword meaning. The 'Peach Blossom Swordsmanship' of Peach Blossom Sword Island and the 'Ruthless Swordsmanship' that your master taught you are two completely different methods of cultivation, and their understanding of sword meaning is also very different."

"May I ask, Valley Master, which one is better, our 'ruthless swordsmanship' or their 'peach blossom swordsmanship'?"

"There is no most powerful swordsmanship in the world, only more powerful swordsmen." Xiao Zhirou taught, "Whether it is the 'ruthless swordsmanship' or the 'peach blossom swordsmanship', if you practice it to perfection, you can roam the world and look down on the world. Similarly, if you fish for three days and rest for two days, and only have a superficial understanding of the swordsmanship, and swallow it whole, the two swordsmanships will only become weaker, but there is no weakest."

"Disciple, I'll learn from you." Tang Afu nodded, not quite understanding.

"Afu, you must remember that martial artists must not be impatient or too ambitious." Xiao Zhirou said, "You might as well take a look at Xie Xuan from the Xianwang Mansion. He has only practiced the 'Dharma Finger' in his life, and he is also unrivaled in the world and looks down on all the heroes. Among the many unique martial arts of Shaolin, the 'Dharma Finger' is just one of them. Many Shaolin disciples have practiced the Dharma Finger, but Xie Xuan is the only one who can persevere and persist for decades. Others are eager for quick success and instant benefits, and they always think that the grass is greener on the other side. They practice this martial art for a few days and then that martial art for a few days. They blindly pursue the unique martial arts, but in the end they can only achieve nothing and waste their years."

"What the Valley Master said is very true. Looking at all the heroes in the martial arts world, the real masters often rely on only one unique skill to become the best in the martial arts world, while those who learn a variety of skills are all ordinary people and mediocre people."

"A true master can hurt someone with just a flower or a leaf. As for a mediocre person, even if you give him all the martial arts secrets in the world, he won't be able to achieve anything."

Faced with Xiao Zhirou's earnest teachings, Tang Afu couldn't help but look thoughtful, as if he had understood something.

"Yuwen Xiu, do you dare to take my palm?"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the sword arena. Then, Wen Lian raised both palms at the same time, and thousands of palm shadows turned into two dragons, entwined with each other and rushed towards Yuwen Xiu.

Wherever the palm shadow passed, the air instantly condensed into clouds and mist, hiding the palm shadow dragon in it, making it appear and disappear mysteriously and increasingly unpredictable.

"Nine Shadow Cloud Palm!"

Accompanied by the cries of surprise from all around and feeling the powerful palm wind blowing towards him, Yu Wenxiu remained calm and composed.

However, the eighteen sharp swords lingering around his body trembled in the air and suddenly appeared.

The eighteen swords instantly transformed into eighteen heart-pounding cold lights, crisscrossing and twisting, heading towards the whistling Nine Shadow Sky Cloud Palm.

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(End of this chapter)