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Chapter 287 The Sword Master is Here! (9800 words, monthly ticket requested)
Fine rain was falling from the sky, and a light mist was lingering among the flower fields. From time to time, lightning flashed from the thick clouds, and a roar was heard, which further highlighted the dead silence around the two people in the middle of the flower field.

Two figures stood facing each other, ten feet apart, both silent. Crimson petals kept flying in front of their eyes, but they only had eyes for each other.

Su Qingqi, Tang Weiyu and Zhao Wumian formed a double team, blocking all of Yangshe Congyun's escape routes. Tang Weiyu's wound from Fan Wucheng was still bleeding, but he was unaware of it and stared at Yangshe Congyun with cold eyes.

The energy of heaven and earth that had not yet been absorbed gathered in Zhao Wumian's body, making him feel hot all over and his mind frantic, but he was extremely calm at this moment, with a slightly cold look in his eyes. He raised his hand and gently picked up a piece of red flower dancing in the wind, and said:

"As for me, I didn't have a deep hatred with you. You know very well why Yangshe Chao died. I didn't send anyone to kill your son. The reason why the capital declared war was mostly to give Dongyan a warning..."

Yangshe Congyun's eyes moved slightly, his face showed no sadness or joy, and he really listened to Zhao Wumian continue: "But this flower field was planted by a person who was very important to me. Now it has become like this because of you... In fact, you should blame me. I don't know why I didn't occupy this hilltop back then, which led to such consequences."

"You killed my true disciple, so I dug up your flower fields... But the reason is not important. Now that you are standing here, you should speak with your sword, otherwise you are not a martial artist..." Yangshe Congyun stood upright in the flower field with a ring-handled sword in hand. Although he was over 40 years old, his eyes still maintained the sharpness and determination of a swordsman. Hearing this, he said calmly:
"If you want this mountain, take it with a knife."

After he finished speaking, Yangshe Congyun glanced at Tang Weiyu and Su Qingqi again and sneered, "You think you can surround and kill me, just because you have a defeated general and two people who are in harmony with each other?"

Tang Weiyu had a stern expression. He was not angry at Yangshe Congyun's exaggerated words. He had come here to challenge Yangshe Congyun just after he communicated with the bridge between heaven and earth, but he could not last more than ten moves...

Although he is young and hot-tempered and lacks experience, there is still a gap between the so-called martial arts champions. Now, more than ten years have passed, and I wonder how much Yangshe Congyun's strength has improved.

"Encirclement and killing?" Zhao Wumian looked at Yangshe Congyun with a little doubt, "When you are in the martial arts world, the most taboo thing is to take yourself too seriously. The emperor took away your martial arts champion plaque, so I came to Qingcheng now to take it for you."

After the words fell, Zhao Wumian smiled faintly, "You dare not expose the matter of Wu Honghua, and you can't kill us."

Speaking of Dancing Red Flower, Yangshe Congyun frowned, but he did not deny what he said. His expression was as straight as a knife, "What does Weiminghou mean?"

Zhao Wumian released the red petals that were between his fingers and let them float away in the wind. "I will grant you a chance."

Yangshe Congyun was slightly stunned, and then he immediately understood.

The Queen Mother was waiting in front of the mountain with hundreds of soldiers. It would be inappropriate for them to start a fight here and leave the Queen Mother aside... So let's go back to the starting point. Since Zhao Wumian said he wanted to come to challenge, he would naturally not rely on numbers to surround and kill. Otherwise, he would not be able to get the title of Sword Master properly, and the imperial court would be criticized by the martial arts world and the common people.

Send the Queen Mother to attract attention in front, while Wei Minghou leads people to beat up Yangshe Congyun in the back mountain, right? Bah! Despicable!
Therefore, as long as Yangshe Congyun can defeat Zhao Wumian, he is willing to retreat and not interfere in the affairs of Wuhonghua. And if he fails to defeat him... Yangshe Congyun does not think he will lose.

Yangshe Congyun glanced at Tang Weiyu and Su Qingqi, and thought to himself that there was a reason why Zhao Wumian could become a rising star in the martial arts world... He was quite arrogant, but who wasn't like that when they were young to become the top martial artist?
As warriors, no one will submit to anyone else before the fight begins.

In fact, Yangshe Congyun had only this one option... Although he was not afraid of the people present, with Tang Weiyu's lightness skills, it was a pipe dream to kill him on the spot. Even if it was Fan Wucheng, it would take the combined efforts of Zhao Wumian, Tang Weiyu, and Su Qingqi to strangle him.

The matter of Wu Honghua has been exposed, and it was known by the most troublesome Zhao Wumian... If the court is determined to investigate, Yangshe Congyun may be able to flee with his wife, but none of Qing Liantian's thousands of disciples and their families will be able to escape.

As he said, Yangshe Congyun's only chance was allowed by Zhao Wumian.

He was silent for a few seconds, then calmly sheathed his sword and flew back.

Tang Weiyu frowned. He was not a member of the imperial court in the strict sense, and did not care much about the reputation of the empress dowager and the imperial court. He whispered:
"Is this action like letting a tiger go back to the mountain? As long as Yangshe Congyun dies in the back mountain, there are many ways to give an explanation to the world. For example, Fan Wucheng invaded the back mountain and stabbed Yangshe Congyun to death with a gun, and the Marquis heard the fighting, went to check, and chopped off Fan Wucheng's head to avenge Yangshe Congyun."

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly. "Yangshe Congyun is just one of them. There are countless villains hiding in the back mountain of the Fan family... I will go and deal with Yangshe Congyun, and Patriarch Tang will stay here to deal with those members of the Fan family. Otherwise, if we start fighting with Yangshe Congyun here, I'm afraid they will find a chance to escape... And Patriarch Tang is a spy, they don't know it at all."

Hearing this, Tang Weiyu's eyes lit up. Yes, all those who knew that Tang Weiyu was a double agent were dead. Currently, only one person, Yangshe Congyun, knew about it...Fan Wucheng was chased and killed by Tang Weiyu all the way, but he had no chance to reveal this matter. There were some people at the gate of the underground palace before, but they were all killed by Tang Weiyu.

Hiss—there are traces of hidden weapons on their bodies, we need to deal with them.

Thinking of this, Tang Weiyu said no more and ran towards the exit of the underground palace in a hurry... If there was time to deal with the traces, then he would sneak behind the enemy and kill them. If there was no time to deal with them, then there were members of the Fan family near the exit of the underground palace... and they would be killed as well.

Currently, there are no top martial arts masters in the back mountain of Qingcheng. Tang Weiyu's presence is like a wolf among a flock of sheep.

Su Qingqi would listen to whatever Zhao Wumian said, so she naturally didn't talk as much as Tang Weiyu. She rushed to the Baizhang Arena in front of Qingcheng Mountain with Xiao Yuanmu and Luo Xiangzhu who had come rushing over.

There was a lot of noise near the 100-foot arena, with everyone discussing the cause of the sudden change that seemed like a dragon turning over. Even though the Qingcheng disciples were trying their best to maintain order, they could not hold back.

The Queen Mother sat in the sedan chair, worry in her eyes, and whispered to Mu Lier, "It's been so long and there's still no news... You should go and check."

Mu Lier was a little helpless. "You have told me this no less than ten times. Xiao Yuanmu is recognized as a person with limited strength. Only Wudamu can compete with her. With her around, what can happen to Wumian?"

"Having said that, who knows if Xiao Yuanmu would really die for Marquis Weiming... I am willing to do so, but she may not."

"Are you still happy?" Mu Li'er looked at him strangely, "Are you and Wumian on good terms?"

"He is a marquis who commands an army of 200,000. His life is much more valuable than this mascot of mine... Isn't this for the sake of the court? Don't you think I'm a coward?" The Queen Mother felt a little uneasy in her heart, but her tone was normal and natural.

Before Mu Li'er could ask more questions, there was a sound of breaking wind, but the sound was so subtle that not many people noticed it until an afterimage came down from the top of the mountain like a cannonball and hit the hundred-foot arena heavily, making a loud 'bang' sound. When people looked down and saw who was coming, the whole audience fell into silence, followed by an uproar.

"Why did this Dao Kui come back alone?"

"I don't know. Didn't they say that there were suspected martial arts masters fighting in the back mountains of Qingcheng?"

The Queen Mother's heart tightened. Yangshe Congyun came back safe and sound, but Zhao Wumian was nowhere to be seen. Could it be...

As her heart was turning, there was another afterimage following closely behind, but it was not as loud as Yangshe Congyun. Its posture was ethereal, and after several rises and falls, it landed like a ghost ten feet opposite Yangshe Congyun.

Most of the people present had never seen this person before. They looked at him carefully and were slightly surprised. He was wearing a green shirt, a straw raincoat on the outside, and a bamboo hat. There were three weapons slung across his waist, one sword and two knives. His face under the bamboo hat was handsome but not feminine, but rather clear-headed and sharp.

The noisy mountain became silent after the newcomer showed up. Even if the newcomer did not announce his name, everyone present could guess his identity.

But Zhao Wumian is now a foreigner who has come to challenge the leader of Shu. Naturally, he will follow the rules of the martial arts world. He bowed slightly and said lightly: "Zhao Wumian."

Although everyone present was mentally prepared, they still felt a shock and their blood boil when they heard this.

Wei Ming Hou!
Isn't it because of this that so many martial artists gathered here? Isn't it to see if Zhao Wumian, the new martial artist, can defeat the old and put an end to Yangshe Congyun's undefeated legend in Shu and replace him as the leader of Shu's martial arts world! ?

Now that Zhao Wumian showed up, who the hell still cares what happened in the back mountain of Qingcheng just now?
After a brief uproar, everyone present held their breath and stared at the stage, afraid of missing any details.

The Queen Mother couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, but saw Su Qingqi, Xiao Yuanmu and Luo Xiangzhu quietly coming around, staring at the bottom of the arena... When she saw Xiao Yuanmu, the Queen Mother immediately put away her slightly lazy look, and sat upright, looking majestic without being angry, with an extraordinary demeanor.

On the stage, the two had already settled their personal grudges in the Dancing Red Flower Field. Yangshe Congyun looked at the small section of the Wuhen knife handle sticking out from behind Zhao Wumian's waist, and his eyes were filled with nostalgia.
"The Sword of No Regret... It was the sword used by the previous emperor. He inherited the extraordinary talent of Emperor Taizu Gao, who was an emperor on horseback and killed enemies in battle. He developed a good sword technique. Even my The Difficult Road to Shu borrowed a few from it... I wonder if your sword technique is worthy of this sword."

There is also a list of weapons in the martial arts world according to the strength of their users. In the list of swords, Yangshe Congyun's Minghong Sword is undoubtedly the first. Even with the blessing of Emperor Jingzheng's status, the Wuhen Sword is only ranked second.

People in the martial arts world are sometimes quite stubborn. No matter how noble your status as Emperor Jingzheng is, if your swordsmanship is not as good as Yangshe Congyun's, then you are only worthy of being ranked second.

The leader of Huanzhen Pavilion, Mo Jingxue, is stronger than Yangshe Congyun, but he is also inferior in swordsmanship.

"You come and try to see if I am worthy of you." Zhao Wumian raised his hand and grasped the handle of Wuhen Knife. "I am not the late emperor... He is the Son of Heaven, and he will not condescend to fight with the people of Jianghu. I don't have this status to restrict me. Wuhen Knife was the second yesterday, but it will not always be the second."

Yangshe Congyun smiled faintly, raised his palm to the weapon rack beside the ring, and used the Crane Controlling Dragon Technique to suck a horizontal sword into his palm. "Horizontal sword, it's not like I haven't studied it before... Otherwise, I wouldn't be worthy of the title of Sword Master. Since you want to take on this title, are you prepared?"

Yangshe Congyun is the leader of swordsmanship and is proficient in all kinds of swordsmanship. The Road to Shu is a martial art that covers all kinds of swordsmanship, but as long as one is a human, he will have preferences and emphases... Yangshe Congyun is best at using the ring-handled sword named "Minghong". Now he is holding a horizontal sword, obviously wanting to defeat Zhao Wumian head-on with the sword weapon that he is best at.

Only in this way can one be worthy of the title of Sword Master.

This is also a question to Zhao Wumian... You can only use a horizontal sword over and over again, are you qualified to grab the sword championship?
Zhao Wumian actually didn't care what weapon he used, he was able to handle swords, spears and knives with ease, whether it was a horizontal sword, a nine-ring scroll sword, or even a broadsword. He had analyzed his own martial arts countless times, discarding the moves and instead absorbing the concept of fighting, that is, 'focusing on intention rather than form'.

That is to say, he can use different knives to perform the same Wan Yue Xian, Zhai Xing Dao, etc. However, this is a battle about martial arts concepts, and it is always difficult to say who is right or wrong. Zhao Wumian did not come here to engage in verbal battle with Yangshe Congyun.

Therefore, he just sneered and said, "If you can beat me, everything you say is right...but you can't beat me."

Rumble——————

Raindrops fell, lightning snakes rolled and surged in the clouds, and the whole place was dead silent. No one laughed at Zhao Wumian's conceited words... The sharp words are meaningless, the knife in the hand is the real thing that speaks.

Whether Zhao Wumian's words are arrogant or not will be known after the fight.

Yangshe Congyun agreed with him, sheathed the ring-handled sword, held the sword tightly in one hand, and walked forward slowly.

Tap tap tap————

The whole place was silent, and even the sound of footsteps was so clear.

As the challenged one, and with a higher realm than Zhao Wumian, Dao Kui naturally would not take the initiative according to the rules of martial arts. At this moment, he walked slowly towards Zhao Wumian, which made the hearts of the martial artists present rise to their throats and gave them a great sense of oppression.

Zhao Wumian would not show his cowardice, so he did not draw his sword. He lifted his hat with one hand and hung it behind his shoulder with the strap. His long black hair tied behind his waist swayed in the wind. He also held the hilt of the sword with one hand and walked slowly in the direction of Yangshe Congyun.

As the drizzle fell, the two people standing opposite each other stared at each other and walked towards each other. Their footsteps were neither light nor heavy, but they seemed to knock on everyone's heart. Although they never spoke or fought, the cold and sharp atmosphere became more and more prominent.

When the distance was reduced to fifty feet, Zhao Wumian's pace gradually quickened, and a faint white mist rose from his straw raincoat. Then he suddenly exerted force, broke through the rain curtain, and drew his sword.

choke--

The moment the sword flashed in Zhao Wumian's hand, the rain on the hundred-foot arena seemed to suddenly stop. All the warriors present felt a chill in their hearts and their backs went cold. The sharpness of the sword made them instinctively feel danger... It was like this even though they were so far away. They couldn't believe how much pressure Yangshe Congyun, who was facing Zhao Wumian, would have to bear.

Yangshe Congyun's eyes narrowed, and he drew his sword almost at the same time as Zhao Wumian. He stomped his feet, leaving a hole on the spot, and he suddenly disappeared.

A flash of knife light was faster than Zhao Wumian. As soon as his Wuhen knife was unsheathed, the knife light was like a startled wild goose in the rain. In the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of five meters and rushed to Zhao Wumian first.

The sword is light and graceful, the knife is domineering and unparalleled. Zhao Wumian can use the quick knife, and Yangshe Congyun can do it too! Otherwise, how can he be called the Knife Master?
To use a horizontal sword, you need to be both fast and brave!

Go ahead!

Zhao Wumian's fast sword was mainly learned from Song Yun's Star-Picking Sword... Yangshe Congyun had never seen this sword technique, but Mo Jingxue had seen it and practiced it. Yangshe Congyun and Mo Jingxue had practiced together for more than ten years, so it was natural that they had practiced the fast sword. This was also the reason why Zhao Wumian could see some shadows of the Star-Picking Sword in The Difficult Road to Shu.
The so-called quick sword is one that can hit the target in one blow. Even if the opponent doesn't hit the vital part, he will still be beaten and fall into a disadvantageous position step by step. Zhao Wumian relied on this advantage when fighting Fan Wucheng in the bamboo forest... He naturally knew better than anyone that if one wanted to decide the outcome with a quick sword, it was enough to see who was faster.

And now... it is obvious that Yangshe Congyun is faster, and he lives up to his reputation as the King of Swords.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the Empress Dowager could not help but stand up on the spot, which scared everyone around her. The gauze of the sedan chair swayed slightly. Even Xiao Yuanmu frowned slightly. She did not take Yangshe Congyun seriously at all, but she had to admit that there was some skill in his swordsmanship.

As expected, even if this blow didn't determine the winner, Zhao Wumian would still bleed. The best way was actually to trade injury for injury, to take the blow head-on, rely on his physique to withstand it, and then fight back, there was still a chance of winning... All the martial artists present who had some experience thought so, but what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.

Yangshe Congyun's explosive power was so strong that it was as if Zhao Wumian's Wuhen Sword had just been unsheathed when his sword was already in front of him. The strong wind blew through his clothes, making Zhao Wumian's skin begin to feel cold.

But when Yangshe Congyun was about to chop Zhao Wumian with his knife, the floor tiles under the feet of the man in green suddenly exploded. He was originally rushing forward, but as if ignoring inertia, he suddenly bounced back, his body spinning like a windmill, and the Wuhen Knife in his hand moved from bottom to top, and a trace of flying phoenix in the rain was imprinted on Yangshe Congyun's chest!

Yangshe Congyun slashed the air with his sword, and a sword mark extending for dozens of feet suddenly appeared on the floor tiles in front of him, which was very powerful. However, Zhao Wumian flew backward and raised his sword, and the movement was not as big as Yangshe Congyun's, but it left a line of blood on his chest, splashing on the rain curtain!

There was such a contrast in the scene of swordplay, and the person who was injured happened to be Yangshe Congyun, which immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

"They were too fast. I, I didn't see clearly, but, but how could the injured person be Dao Kui!?"

Yangshe Congyun couldn't help but show a bit of surprise in his eyes. He didn't know what this move was, but the sword movement was as graceful as a startled wild goose and as light as a flying feather. It was obviously a sword technique! He used the sword horizontally, lightly and gracefully. It was obviously rushing forward, but suddenly it went backwards, strange and tricky... Wanyuexian!

It is indeed Wan Yue Xian, but not entirely Wan Yue Xian… There is no sword move in Wan Yue Xian. This was a move made by Zhao Wumian when he saw the opportunity, focusing on the meaning rather than the form… Although it is not a move of Wan Yue Xian, it brings out the word "weird" of Wan Yue Xian to the fullest. Who can be sure whether this move is a sword move or a knife move?
There was a hint of stupor and surprise in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, and he vaguely recalled the scene where Zhao Wumian had just killed Fan Wucheng with one sword... He really had an epiphany that Zhao Wumian was now undoubtedly the best in martial arts, but due to the lack of the bridge to communicate between heaven and earth, his physical strength could not reach the best level under normal circumstances.

However, Zhao Wumian's way of thinking, which emphasizes meaning over style, is somewhat similar to Xiao Yuanmu's idea of ​​being proficient in all ways regardless of weapons...Haha, it seems that even if he has lost his memory, my influence on him is immeasurable. No wonder this guy is sure that he likes me even if he doesn't remember me.

Xiao Yuanmu couldn't help but smile...otherwise, how could they be called childhood sweethearts?

A single blow of the knife cut a wound on Yangshe Congyun's chest, but Zhao Wumian's expression did not change. He leaped three feet away, and before he landed, Yangshe Congyun strode over and slashed with his knife. Even if the knife missed and he would suffer a loss, he did not pause for a moment, and was determined to maximize the advantage of the quick knife!

This mentality alone is worthy of being the top martial artist. Even if he is temporarily frustrated, his ability to seize opportunities is first-class.

Zhao Wumian was in the air at the moment. As early as when he was wandering in Jin and wandering the world, he knew that it was a taboo for a warrior to fly in the air. Unless he had the magical skill of using raindrops to gain leverage like Lan, once his body was in the air, he would have no place to gain leverage and would be used as a target.

No matter how powerful Wu Kui is, he can't fly, there's nothing that can be done about it.

Although Zhao Wumian's strange and tricky knife allowed him to dodge Yangshe Congyun's first knife and even counterattack, it also put him in a desperate situation. The amazement of the nearly 10,000 spectators present was revived in an instant, and they thought that Tang Weiyu had not been able to injure Yangshe Congyun that year, so Zhao Wumian's results were already impressive, and even if he lost, he lost with dignity.

Zhao Wumian also knew that the situation was dangerous at the moment and that the fighting could not be relaxed, but he had his own solution. He suddenly slapped his other hand behind him, and the straps of the Wuhen scabbard broke instantly and were nailed heavily to the floor tiles. He then stepped heavily on the scabbard with his boots and moved to the side.

Bang!
The energy spread along the Wuhen scabbard, and the floor tiles below suddenly exploded. Yangshe Congyun's knife swept past Zhao Wumian. Although it did not hit him, the energy tore a hole in Zhao Wumian's shirt on his chest and even broke the straps of his hat.

But he didn't hit it. Zhao Wumian used the scabbard to move to the side and avoided the knife. Less than a moment after his boots touched the ground, he suddenly exerted force, and the whole person seemed to ignore inertia and rushed forward. He pulled the knife sideways, leaving an arc in the rain, pointing directly at Yangshe Congyun's waist!

"Humph!"

Yangshe Congyun suffered a loss at the hands of Wan Yuexian, so he was on guard and held back some of his strength when he attacked. He was holding his sword horizontally, and since Zhao Wumian could move his sword lightly, naturally he could do the same. He did not hesitate to change his move and retracted his sword, twisting his waist and abdomen, and holding up his sword to block.

clang----

The sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the hundred-foot-high arena. The raindrops around the two men suddenly stopped, and then suddenly shot outward.

Chi Chi Chi————

The hard tiles on the arena were hit by raindrops, leaving small holes one after another, and Zhao Wumian's hat flew backwards in the wind.

Yangshe Congyun's body was like an iron tower, and he looked more like a burly gangster than Zhao Wumian. But in this head-on confrontation, Yangshe Congyun was at a disadvantage and retreated three steps, while Zhao Wumian only retreated one step before his strength was reduced.

In fact, after Zhao Wumian used the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution, his physique was almost the same as Yangshe Congyun's, and he was even slightly at a disadvantage. However, the energy of heaven and earth from the East Emperor fragments now flowed through his body along with the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution, invisibly raising his physique a few points.

However, in a fight between martial artists, although physical strength is important, it cannot determine the outcome.

Zhao Wumian suddenly stretched out one hand backwards, lifted up his straw raincoat, and unsheathed his bamboo sword. Everyone present thought that he was going to attack with the sword and the sword in succession, but Zhao Wumian did not look back. Instead, he threw the sword behind him and nailed the hat that flew in the wind to the stone pillar at the edge of the arena.

Everyone present was stunned, not understanding what Zhao Wumian meant. Only the Queen Mother had shining eyes and stared at Zhao Wumian... Wasn't she afraid that the hat would be blown away by the wind?

It was indeed so, but Zhao Wumian did not affect the fighting situation. After raising his hand and throwing out the long sword, he stepped forward almost at the same time. His steps seemed to be the Seven Star Steps, but he held the sword with the backhand, like a ghost... Most swordsmen would only hold the sword with the backhand and use their arms to hold it to wipe the blood. When fighting against others, they basically would not hold the sword like this.

The swordsmen present all frowned more and more... Isn't holding the sword with the backhand used to show off in front of the female martial arts heroine? Why do you still use this posture to kill the enemy?

Yangshe Congyun also frowned slightly, thinking to himself that if an enemy comes, we will fight him with soldiers; if water comes, we will block it with earth. He took three steps back to slow down his strength, and then pushed his sword forward to chop. It was still a sharp sword, and the speed was still incredibly fast. Even Zhao Wumian had to admit defeat.

But Yangshe Congyun retreated three steps, and Zhao Wumian retreated one step. His attack speed was naturally a little faster than Yangshe Congyun's. The distance of only four steps was only the distance of a horizontal sword. As long as Zhao Wumian took a few steps forward, the horizontal sword would not be able to be fully exerted...

Single knife into the gun! At this distance, Zhao Wumian treated his knife as a gun! The advantages of the big gun are needless to say, it is naturally stronger than the sword and knife, but the biggest disadvantage is that it is difficult to perform moves when the distance is too close.

It is highly likely that you will die when you attack with a sword. The difficulty lies in how to 'attack'. But now, you have already 'attacked' in just four steps. There is a saying in Jianghu that an inch longer is an inch stronger, but an inch shorter is also an inch more dangerous!

Without a profound knowledge of guns, it would be impossible to grasp this distance and degree.

Although Zhao Wumian used a knife, he had actually used up all his martial arts when facing Yangshe Congyun, which made Yangshe Congyun feel stunned... Strictly speaking, this is not a knife technique at all, and no knife would be used like this.

Yangshe Congyun vaguely recalled what Zhao Wumian had just said, 'If you can beat me, then everything you say is right... but you can't beat me...'

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wumian almost crashed into Yangshe Congyun's arms. He twisted his shoulders slightly, and held the sword in his backhand like a dagger in front of Yangshe Congyun's chest. Then he crossed his hands, and pressed the other hand on the hilt of the sword, exerting force to press down.

Yangshe Congyun is the leader of swordsmanship after all. It is impossible that he has never encountered close combat. He has rich combat experience. He immediately put his other hand on his waist, raised his hand and clenched his fist. He suddenly exerted force and punched forward. Before it touched the body, a hole was punched in the rain curtain around the fist!
If Zhao Wumian did not block or dodge, his stomach would have been smashed with a bloody hole on the spot by one punch. He was originally holding the knife with both hands to press down, but he had to use one hand and use his elbow instead of fist. He was not afraid of Yangshe Congyun's punch at all.

Bang!
It was like a bolt of thunder on the ring. Zhao Wumian's reaction was quick, but after all, he was countering the opponent's moves, and the force of his block was definitely not as strong as that of a cannon punch. Therefore, his posture did not change, but his body slid backwards uncontrollably, and his boots slid on the floor tiles for more than ten feet before they stopped.

But there was an extra wound on Yangshe Congyun's chest, and blood was dripping and spilling on the floor tiles... Since Zhao Wumian's knife was already on Yangshe Congyun's body, it was impossible for him to return empty-handed.

After this move, neither Zhao Wumian nor Yangshe Congyun made another move.

There was dead silence.

Mu Lier narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and said calmly, "Yangshe Congyun is the leader of the swordsmen, but he used his fists to force Wumian back... Doesn't that mean he admits that he is slightly inferior to Wumian in swordsmanship? He lost."

The whole audience was in an uproar. Mu Li'er could see it, and so could the other martial artists. It was like agreeing to fight with swords, but you quietly took out a gun... It would naturally be no hindrance in a fight in the martial arts world. After all, weapons and martial arts are just tools to win, so use whatever you like.

But this is a fight, a swordfight! You don't use the sword, but are forced to use your fists... Isn't this a loss?
All the people present looked at Zhao Wumian in disbelief. These were just a few moves! ?

Zhao Wumian inevitably suffered some internal injuries after blocking Yangshe Congyun's punch. There was blood on the corner of his mouth. He wiped the blood with the back of his hand without caring. He glanced at Yangshe Congyun and said, "It seems that the sword master does not have the ability to defeat me head-on with a horizontal sword... Don't be so arrogant, change the sword."

Rumble————

Thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and dazzling white light illuminated the two people on the ring for a moment.

Yangshe Congyun remained silent. After a few seconds, he grasped the sword with his backhand and inserted it upside down on the floor tile, then slowly pressed the handle of the Minghong sword at his waist.

The whole audience was in an uproar again. They thought it was just what they thought. After all, experts see the doorway while laymen see the excitement. What outsiders say does not count. But now even Yangshe Congyun did this, which proved that he believed that he could not beat Zhao Wumian in using a horizontal sword.

wipe----

Yangshe Congyun slowly pulled out the Minghong Sword, and the clear blade gradually appeared in the rain. The Minghong Sword was originally a ring-handled sword. At first glance, its style was actually very similar to a horizontal sword, but this sword was made of black iron and was tempered to the extreme. It weighed about a hundred pounds, no less than an ordinary broadsword, and was actually completely different from the horizontal sword just now.

This sword has accompanied Yangshe Congyun in battles for more than 20 years. It has been stained with the blood of countless people. The clear blade has a faint blood color in the rain, and the handle has long been stained with traces of time...

This is a knife with a story.

But every martial artist who can stand on this stage has a story.

No one wants to lose.

The Minghong Sword hung at the side of Yangshe Congyun. The blood on his chest flowed down his forearm, from his fingertips to the handle, slid across the blade, was hit by raindrops, and turned into blood that flowed down from the tip of the sword.

Zhao Wumian lightly lifted his straw raincoat, sheathed his sword, then grasped the hilt of the Qingxu sword and slowly drew the sword out of the sheath.

Yangshe Congyun's eyes moved slightly. Using a sword to compete for the plaque of the Sword Champion was obviously against the rules, but he roughly guessed the reason why Zhao Wumian did this, so he didn't say anything, but just asked briefly: "Is this the sword left for you by the flowery person?"

The three-foot sword was even brighter in the rain, hanging beside Zhao Wumian. He nodded indifferently.

The martial artists beside the arena looked at each other in bewilderment. In the arena of the sword master, using a sword was not much different from insulting people, but more people still thought that Zhao Wumian was afraid of Yangshe Congyun's Minghong sword, so he turned to use the sword to avoid its edge... But the previous battle had already made them realize that Zhao Wumian's swordsmanship was no less exquisite than Yangshe Congyun's. So the reason behind using the sword now... was obviously some grudge.

Zhao Wumian had just defeated them with his strength, so naturally no one would underestimate him at this moment. However, they could not help but be curious... why did he use this sword?

After just a few moves, Yangshe Congyun already knew Zhao Wumian's martial arts. There was actually not much difference between using a sword or a knife. He was a man of great importance, so he didn't feel that he was being humiliated.

Boom————

Thunder suddenly resounded across the sky.

bang————

Yangshe Congyun stomped his feet on the ground, breaking the rain curtain, and the Minghong Sword suddenly moved forward. The hundred-jin weight plus Yangshe Congyun's terrifying physique seemed to make the air emit a slight wail.

Holding a sword weighing over a hundred pounds, Yangshe Congyun's speed was inevitably a little slower than that of his horizontal sword, but it was still despairingly fast, and was similar to Zhao Wumian's usual Star-Picking Sword.

But now with the Minghong Sword, whoever catches it will die... The characteristic of the Shudaonan is to accumulate momentum after all, and it does not need the disadvantage of the Wushan Sword that requires the sword and the knife to touch each other to accumulate momentum.

Yangshe Congyun was like a black shadow, suddenly flying forward, leaving behind a series of holes made by his feet. His body spun several times in the blink of an eye, and the unparalleled strong wind left a series of vortex-shaped gullies in the air on the hundred-foot arena.

Just the strong wind has such power, what about the blade? It is immeasurable.

When facing the difficult Shu Road and the Wushan Sword technique, the best way to deal with it is to knock him down before he can accumulate momentum, and don't give him time to accumulate momentum... But with Yangshe Congyun's strength, how many people in the world can defeat him with just a few moves before he can even accumulate momentum?
Even the current Zhao Wumian can’t do that.

Everyone present stared at the rampaging figure on the arena. The hundred-foot arena was torn to pieces in just a moment. They had no doubt that if this knife was chopped on Qingcheng Mountain, it would be able to cut off half of the mountain.

In fact, Yangshe Congyun's sword does have this power.

What would Zhao Wumian use to take it? Yangshe Congyun was gathering momentum, and he couldn't stop him or block him. Now he could hide... but the 100-foot arena was so small, where could he hide?
Yangshe Congyun's speed is not slow at all, and in fact his speed is getting faster and faster as he accumulates momentum. He will catch up with Zhao Wumian sooner or later.

It’s over... Yangshe Congyun’s sword is too fast, and if we fail to stop him, the outcome will be decided.

There is a reason why Shu Dao Nan is known as the best sword in the world.

Even Xiao Yuanmu and Mo Jingxue had to admit that in terms of pure swordsmanship, they were no match for Yangshe Congyun.

Look, Zhao Wumian is standing there motionless...He's using his head to catch it? He can't catch it at all. Tang Weiyu was defeated by this trick back then!
Zhao Wumian stared indifferently at Yangshe Congyun who was spinning like the wind in front of him, raised his sword, looked at the word "wine" on the sword, and suddenly felt a little sour in his heart.

Zhao Wumian had always had smooth sailing throughout his journey and had never suffered any loss. He always found a way to defeat the enemies he wanted to defeat, and most of the girls he liked were in love with him...but he couldn't even keep the few flowers that Jiu'er had planted with his own hands.

Zhao Wumian withdrew his gaze from the sword and glanced at Yangshe Congyun. He took a few steps forward without fear and said in a cold voice: "After Shudao Nan has accumulated momentum, no one can break it... Today I will break your Shudao Nan!"

He has learned many martial arts, all of which are top-notch in the martial arts world and learned by martial arts champions. Which martial arts can be broken? How can it be broken? How can it be broken?
This sword was taught to him by his master!
Zhao Wumian's eyes condensed, he stepped heavily, raised his arm and swung it violently. The Qingxu sword suddenly turned into a cold light and shot towards the direction of Yangshe Congyun!

The sword carried tremendous internal energy and strength, and was not afraid of the strong wind caused by Minghong. It was like an eagle soaring in a storm, or like a mayfly shaking the sky. It took advantage of every opportunity and suddenly pierced into the arm of Yangshe Congyun who was holding the sword in the swirling strong wind brought by the Minghong sword, and blood splattered!
hum!
The majestic energy suddenly paused for a moment, and there was a hint of horror in Yangshe Congyun's eyes.

Scratch!

Zhao Wumian suddenly crossed a distance of several feet, and with a flash of sword light, he lightly passed by and suddenly appeared behind Yangshe Congyun with his robe fluttering.

The picture freezes here, the sky is full of rain, and the strong wind suddenly stops!

Poof! ! !

At this moment, the sound of flesh and blood entering the body was just heard, blood splattered, and Yangshe Congyun's forearm holding the knife flew into the air. He tightly grasped the Minghong knife, and spun in the air for several circles due to inertia, and then rolled to the ground.

With his meticulous insight, Zhao Wumian found the opportunity to pierce the sword into Yangshe Congyun's forearm.

After Shu Dao Nan had accumulated momentum, it was difficult to get close to him within three feet, but it was no problem to use the Hundred-Step Flying Sword. When the sword pierced into Yangshe Congyun's forearm, the moment the sword's momentum stopped was Zhao Wumian's only chance to break the move!
The forearm holding the knife was cut off by Zhao Wumian's sword. Due to inertia, Yangshe Congyun half-knelt on the ground. Without waiting to stand up, he looked back hastily, only to see a clear long sword against his throat.

Zhao Wumian looked down at Yangshe Congyun from above, his face expressionless, he said calmly:
"Yangshe Congyun... The Sword Master is here, do you recognize him or not?"

The whole place was silent; you could hear a pin drop.

The road to Shu is difficult... it has been broken...

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A huge chapter of nearly ten thousand words!
Fuck!!! I was so focused on typing that I didn’t even notice the time. I wrote from the afternoon till 1am!
Perfect attendance is gone!

I didn’t notice…

In fact, there is a leave application and the full attendance record is still there, but if it is not updated for one day, it will be inferred by the intelligence that it will be about a week away.

In the next week, without smart push notifications... I probably won’t be able to make it to the bestseller list... I guess there won’t be any recommendations either.

sad……

I can’t sleep tonight... Never mind, let me eat something first. I haven’t eaten anything yet and I’m starving.

(End of this chapter)