Chapter 6: Winning or Losing, or Life or Death

The moon was across the sky, and the moonlight was pouring down like mercury, reflecting on the mirror-like surface of the lake, making the clothes of the two people on the arena clearly visible.

"Qinghe County's seventh-rank swordsman, Wei Guangcheng."

Wei Guangcheng took out the sword box, inside which lay a precious sword. Unlike ordinary swords, this sword had no hilt. It was two feet long, and the blade was green. As Wei Guangcheng's mind moved, the flying sword leaped into the night like a small green fish, circling Wei Guangcheng nimbly.

This flying sword naturally attracted cheers from the people around.

Zhou Tieyi turned his gaze back to the arena. In his eyes, the flying sword that was flying in the air as light as a fairy was not without support, but was controlled by a sword energy that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

Looking at it this way, it suddenly loses some of its beauty and mystery.

Zhou Tieyi said to Li Jing, "I heard from the old man that sword cultivators have strong lethality and have a great advantage in fights between lower-grade cultivators."

Li Jing glanced at the arena and casually commented, "This sword cultivation method was born out of the Gongshu family, and evolved from the 'flying swordsmen' sixty years ago. Back then, the Gongshu family raised thousands of flying swordsmen, and the scene was truly spectacular."

"and after?"

Zhou Tieyi asked curiously. His original body did not like reading. Although he knew some cultivation knowledge in this world because of his status, it was not much.

"What happened later?" Li Jing said with a hint of disdain on her face. "A fourth-rank Mo family member broke the flying sword formation of a thousand people. Since then, this art has been abandoned by the Gongshu family, and it has become a minor skill in the countryside."

Li Jing casually revealed the origin of sword cultivation. Although he was an idle prince in front of outsiders, he was not pretending to be a fool. Therefore, he often spoke secrets casually, which made people feel that he was not very cunning.

"This sword cultivator is only at the lower level. He has skills but no principles. It is difficult for him to enter the upper level."

"The seventh-rank martial artist of General Huwei's mansion, Zhou Moushen."

The moment the greeting was over, Ada's figure disappeared from the spot, and the whole person pounced towards Wei Guangcheng, who was five meters away, like a tiger out of a cage.

Facing Ada's sudden attack, Wei Guangcheng remained calm. He was not a child of aristocratic family who had no experience in fighting.

He spread his arms like a flying bird, put his feet under power, and the wide sleeves of his brocade robe carried him flying backwards.

The flying swords surrounding his body suddenly turned into green streams of light, tearing through the air and slashing straight at Ah Da's face!
In Ah Da's eyes, the rapidly approaching flying sword was almost like the sparse shadows of trees, and it was difficult to fully capture it even with the eyesight of a martial artist.

What’s even more amazing is that as the flying sword breaks through the air, the piercing sword sound is ten times sharper than before in the hall!
However, when the sound of the sword poured into the eardrum and tried to interfere with Ada's other perceptions, a membrane formed by blood and qi blocked the ear canal, preventing the sword from penetrating.

A seventh-grade martial artist is already able to control the blood and energy in his body with ease.

Facing the nearly invisible flying sword, Ah Da continued to attack with unabated momentum and his expression remained consistent. Even in this life-and-death battle, his lightning-fast mind was able to grasp the slightest differences in the surrounding environment.

The flying sword is three feet away from him, and the long sword is unsheathed and slashed out!

A dim black knife light jumped out from the shadow of Ah Da's armpit. The moment the knife light appeared, it was like a giant blackfish lurking at the bottom of the lake, suddenly jumping out of the water and biting the green flying sword!

Such a close counterattack not only puts his life on the line with this blow, but also makes it difficult for the flying sword to change its trajectory, losing its flexible nature.

The clanging sound of metal clashing interrupted the sound of swords, and flaming red sparks shone brightly in the night.

The green flying sword spun and flew away in the violent collision, and the sword cultivator needed several breaths to regain control of the flying sword.

Wei Guangcheng looked a little surprised. He didn't expect that this young martial artist could be so ruthless and would risk his life to seize the initiative.

Ah Da, who had taken the initiative, did not give Wei Guangcheng time to regain control of the flying sword. He took a deep breath, his chest swelled like a drum, and then he stomped his right foot on the ground, splashing a circle of dust on the bluestone ground.

The next moment, the whole person flew up into the sky. From a distance, it looked like he was flying with the long sword in his hand, heading straight for Wei Guangcheng who was already within two meters.

Facing Ah Da approaching, the air within a ten-foot radius of Wei Guangcheng suddenly went violently wild, and the flying sand under his feet swirled and rose, covering his figure, as if there was an invisible dragon in the sky swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, and seven of the gusts of wind became extremely sharp and instantly turned into sharpened flying swords!

"Medium grade?"

Zhou Tieyi stared at the battle that reached a fever pitch in a few breaths, and spoke subconsciously in a concentrated voice.

In the original owner's memory, if a sword cultivator achieves middle level, then everything within three feet around the sword cultivator can become a sword.

Before anyone could answer Zhou Tieyi's question.

A strong wind shot out, but it seemed that because it was not strong enough, the strong wind could not be controlled as easily as a flying sword, hitting wherever it was pointed. It could only try its best to control the direction and cover Ada.

"Roar!"

A roar like that of a dragon and a tiger spread out, like a heavy hammer hitting out from Ada's chest, hammering into the void, not only breaking up the swirling flying sand, revealing Wei Guangcheng's dodging figure, but also breaking up the seven sharp flying swords.

The seventh level of martial artist is "Spirit Seeding".

Although humans are the most powerful of all spirits, their claws are not as good as those of an eagle, their teeth are not as good as those of a tiger, and their strength is not as good as that of a bear. Therefore, the Wu family takes the blood of strange beasts, turns it into their foundation, obtains some of the strange beasts' abilities, transforms themselves, and calls it seed spirits.

Although the dragon blood grass that Zhou Tieyi gave to Ada is a plant, it is contaminated with dragon essence and blood when it grows. After being picked, the essence and blood can be restored using secret methods and used as the foundation for planting spirits.

Although the roar of the Bi'an is not as harsh as the sound of a sword, it is more shocking.

Wei Guangcheng did not have the strong physique of a martial artist. At such a close distance, his body was like a rusty gear in the roar of the Bi'an. Not to mention flying backwards, even dodging became difficult.

The air shattered by the Bi'an's roar became clearer and clearer, just like the surface of a clear lake. Within a distance of ten feet, Wei Guangcheng could even clearly catch the trajectory of Ah Da raising his hand to swing the knife, and could see the smile of impending victory in Ah Da's eyes.

It's now!

Although his body was obstructed, it did not affect the flying sword in his mouth at all.

A dot of gold flew out from Wei Guangcheng's slightly open mouth and aimed at Ada's eyebrows.

The reason why this place was chosen instead of other vital points is that the other vital points are fatal, and the opponent, as a martial artist, may drag himself to death together with him. Only if the Six Yang Leader is pierced through, the opponent's action of raising his hand to swing the knife will stop immediately.

At such a close distance, no one can dodge the dark sword from his mouth...

Ah Da, who was swinging the knife, moved his neck like a snake a moment in advance, as if he had anticipated the future and expected that his forehead would be attacked, so he just avoided the golden sword light.

Why did he know this? This was clearly a secret technique that only a master could teach him!

The next moment, the long knife fell like a waning moon, and the surprise in Wei Guangcheng's eyes was frozen forever, and a huge head was thrown up in the moonlight.

Zhou Moushen of General Huwei’s Mansion wins!

(End of this chapter)