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Chapter 408 The First Fast Sword
Whoosh————

The cold wind carried the flying snow and swept across the vast snowfield. The snow mist rose up, drawing a pure white arc of wind in the air.

Zhao Wumian dismounted from his horse, his long boots making a rustling sound as they stepped on the snow.

He raised his sword and walked forward through the snow. The cold wind pulled his fox fur coat, making it rustle.

Opposite him, in the snow and wind, Emperor Wuxiang looked at him with a sword in his hand, his eyes moving slightly, obviously not expecting Zhao Wumian to come so quickly.

The wind and snow hit the sword in Wuxiang Emperor's hand. The hilt was made of black wood and wrapped with red cloth. The scabbard was deep red, as if dyed with blood. The shape was quite simple and quaint, and there were two words engraved on the center of the scabbard - "sorrow of separation".

The Sword Sect is divided into two branches. Mu Lier and Zhao Wumian belong to this sword branch, and Emperor Wuxiang is naturally from the original "Lichou Sword" branch.

The Wuxiang Emperor can also be called the 'Lord of the Sword of Separation'... Of course, this was a title used sixty years ago.

When people mention Wuxiang Emperor now, they only know that he is the national treasure of Goguryeo, but they don’t know that he was once the sword master of the Sword Sect.

But for Emperor Wuxiang, the four words "Lichou Sword Master" can be regarded as a stain in his life.

He became famous at a young age and mastered all kinds of martial arts at a glance. His senior brother took three years to learn the most mysterious sword skills of the Sword Sect, but he only learned it for three days. As a result, he easily advanced to the level of heaven and man. When he was just over 20 years old, he received the Lichou Sword and became the master of the Lichou Sword.

Just one final step away from building a bridge between heaven and earth.

Those years were obviously the most ambitious time in his life.

But it was this final step that he could not take despite ten years of efforts, and he went from being a young man with great ambition to a frustrated middle-aged man.

On the contrary, his senior brother, who had always been stupid, took steady and solid steps and easily crossed the line.

Wuxianghuang had a good relationship with his senior brother, but his senior brother, who had been suppressed by him since childhood, was faster than him at the most important hurdle. It was obviously impossible for him to say that he was not moved at all.

He doesn't blame anyone but himself for being incompetent, but there are many incompetent people in the world.

Geniuses have their own way of living, and the incompetent have their own struggles.

That year, the Gao family of Yanyun had had enough of the rule of the Rong people and decided to move the entire clan to Goryeo. Upon hearing about the pent-up struggle of Emperor Wuxiang, they specially sent someone to deliver Ningbinglei and a page of ancient book.

Over the past thousand years, there have been countless gifted people who were stuck in the state of unity between man and nature and unable to break through. There are always people who take unconventional approaches... Among these warriors who take risky moves, some die, while others naturally survive.

Some people discovered that by mixing the Ningbinglei, this most precious treasure of heaven and earth, with a unique secret method and into the heart meridian, it could actually achieve the effect of building a bridge between heaven and earth. However, the lifespan would not be very long, at most another thirty years.

But being the top martial artist for thirty years is definitely better than being mediocre for a lifetime.

But Emperor Wuxiang was not like that. After receiving the Ningbinglei and the ancient book, his first reaction was that he felt greatly insulted.

The dignified Lord of the Lichou Sword actually wants to use such an unorthodox method to build the bridge between heaven and earth?
After that, Emperor Wuxiang disappeared, and when he came back, he had become the top martial artist.

He abandoned the title of Lord of Lichou Sword, and instead used his Wuxiang sword technique to pierce through the Yanyun Jianghu. He then left in style and followed the Gao family through many twists and turns in Goryeo, finally seizing the country and becoming king.

From being a young man full of vigor and confidence, to being ambitious but incompetent in middle age, to now being in charge of a country, making decisions on his own and commanding the world.

After experiencing all the ups and downs in his life, Wu Xiang Huang only had one simple thought left... to reach the pinnacle of success.

The Ice Tear was just a natural treasure that was beneficial to him on his martial arts journey. He did not rely on it to make a breakthrough, but he did study it in depth afterwards, so that he could feel it even though he was thousands of miles away.

So here he is.

Although he knew Zhao Wumian's approximate location, he obviously didn't know his exact location, which was why he happened to run into Mo Jingxue and Abbot Dongwen's matter.

Unexpectedly, he had just entered Yanyun Feixue not long ago, and Weiming Hou, who was omnipotent in the Central Plains martial arts world, came first on the snow.

It is unclear who was the first to kill.

But both of them are at the top of the martial arts world and are fearless.

Whoosh————

Emperor Wuxiang gently stroked the scabbard of the Lichou sword with his palm. In the flying snow, the sword seemed to give him a touch of warmth.

The snow gradually subsided. Through the wind and snow, he could see that not far behind the man in the fox fur coat, there was a woman leading two horses, slowly retreating.

It was probably to prevent the two horses from being accidentally injured, but more of them were definitely on guard in case a fight broke out and someone launched a sneak attack to disrupt the situation.

The woman was extremely beautiful, wrapped in a pure white cloak. She was tall, and through the pure white cloak swaying in the wind, one could see an actor's mask hanging around her waist.

Although Wuxiang Huang was not in the Central Plains, as an old man who had been stirring up the world in the martial arts world sixty years ago, he was naturally knowledgeable and recognized that this was the famous Luoshen in the Central Plains martial arts world thirty years ago.

He glanced at Luo Shen briefly, then looked at Zhao Wumian and spoke calmly:
"Wudamu and Shamantian are not here. Mo Jingxue might be watching from the side, but as far as I know, he is still busy hunting down Abbot Dongwen. I'm afraid he doesn't have the time to interfere in our affairs..."

"Why not let Luo Shen come along? Since the opponent is me, even if it's two against one, tell everyone and the martial arts world will recognize it."

This was not a provocation to prevent the two from really attacking with weapons, Emperor Wuxiang really thought so.

How could a man like him be afraid of Zhao Wumian, a young man in his twenties?

Zhao Wumian slightly raised the Qingxu sword in his hand, and the scabbard drew a faint arc in the snow.

"wrong."

"kindness?"

"She didn't help me guard, she went to help me find someone."

Mo Jingxue is here, and Zhao Wumian is worried about Guan Yunshu, so he lets Xiao Lengyue follow Xue Xiao's instructions to find Guan Yunshu first.

"Oh?" Wu Xiang Huang became interested. "I thought Wei Ming Hou was a cautious person. If someone attacked you by surprise when you were fighting me, you would be caught off guard and would definitely die."

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly, revealing only a faint smile, "What if I sneak attack you?"

Wuxiang Emperor frowned, and was actually slightly startled by these words. He concentrated and sensed the surroundings, but there was no trace of anyone.

However, a trace of surprise still emerged in Emperor Wuxiang's heart.

Zhao Wumian was clearly right in front of him, but he couldn't sense any breath from him. If he hadn't seen him standing there with his own eyes, Emperor Wuxiang would have even thought that there was only some flying frost in front of him.

He was silent for a few seconds, then smiled, "It seems I should thank Marquis Weiming for not attacking me secretly just now."

"There's no need for a sneak attack to kill you." Zhao Wumian said slowly.

"But you did have a chance to launch a surprise attack just now... I never owe anyone a favor."

Wu Xiang Huang pondered for a moment, then asked carefully:
"I can promise Wei Ming Hou one thing. You might as well mention it now. After all, if we fight later, the swords will be too fast and you won't have a chance to speak."

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows slightly. It was the first time he met someone like Wuxianghuang. He found it quite interesting in his heart.

"Then I need to try whether you have this ability."

Wu Xiang Huang shook his head slightly, glanced at the fox fur coat Zhao Wu Mian was wearing, and said on his own initiative:

"This fox fur is not well made. The female worker may be skillful, but she has little experience. How could a Marquis of Weiming wear such rough clothes... Was it given by the Madam? When the fight breaks out later, I can guarantee that this fox fur will not be damaged at all."

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and tightened the straps of his fox fur coat. Thinking of Luo Chaoyan who was far away in the capital, his cold expression softened a little. He didn't respond, but glanced at the Sword of Sorrow in Wuxiang Emperor's hand:

"Is this the sword of the Sword Sect?"

"Now it is the sword of the Wuxiang Emperor."

"I heard from Master that the title of Lichou Sword Master is not a good one for you... but do you still miss the days of the Sword Sect?"

When Emperor Wuxiang heard this, his expression did not change.

"It's just a reminder of my past."

Zhao Wumian didn't care and said:

"I just heard your conversation with Mo Jingxue... He said you are the fastest swordsman in the martial arts world?"

"He also said that Wei Ming Hou is the fastest swordsman."

Zhao Wumian tied his fox fur coat tightly and took a few steps forward, leaving a few footprints in the snow.

"I think so."

Hearing this, Emperor Wuxiang smiled slightly.

"I don't believe it."

After the words were spoken, both of them stopped talking, and the snowy sky suddenly became quiet.

Xiao Lengyue was leading the horse, standing on a snowy hill, looking into the distance.

Zhao Wumian asked her to go look for Guan Yunshu first, but Xiao Lengyue definitely put him first in her heart, and she couldn't help but stay here to help guard against the thieves' sneak attack.

The Wu Xiang Emperor claimed that Shamantian and Wudamu were not there, but she did not dare to gamble.

Snow Owl flew away on his own and went to look for the little nun first.

Guan Yunshu was obviously nearby, and if anything happened, Xue Xiao would be able to fly over in time to help.

Hunting————

The fox fur coat behind Zhao Wumian was blown by the wind as he stood opposite Emperor Wuxiang.

He seldom uses a sword, but after regaining his memory, his sword skills are even better than his knife skills.

He wanted to try out Wuxiang Emperor's fastest sword, so he did not attack immediately, but walked forward slowly.

The Wuxiang Emperor's expression was calm and steady as a rock.

Twenty steps, ten steps, five steps...

Soon, there were only five steps between the two of them... and he had already surpassed the distance that the two could attack.

But it’s not a sure-kill distance.

For Emperor Wuxiang, once he draws his sword, he will definitely behead someone. If he is not absolutely sure, he will never draw his sword.

Zhao Wumian knew what Emperor Wuxiang meant, but he also did not draw his sword.

This was not his usual fighting habit, but he wanted to compete with Wuxiang Huang based on his strengths.

He was holding the Qingxu sword sheath, but before he drew the sword, the wind and snow hit the sheath in his hand, bringing a bit of a bone-chilling chill. Xiao Lengyue, who was standing far away, also felt that the atmosphere was unusually depressing.

It was not until Zhao Wumian took another step forward and raised his boots, but before they touched the ground, the aura of the two people confronting each other suddenly changed!
Choke!

Both of them originally held the scabbards in their right hands, but now they grasped the hilts at almost the same time. A flash of cold light flashed out from the scabbards at the same time and pierced towards each other's necks!

The only difference is that Emperor Wuxiang holds the scabbard in his right hand and the sword in his left hand, while Zhao Wumian holds the scabbard in his right hand, then relaxes his palm and turns his right hand to reach up and touch the hilt of the sword.

The sword was so fast that even Xiao Lengyue couldn't see clearly when the two men drew their swords.

Emperor Wuxiang's eyes suddenly focused, and he was shocked that Zhao Wumian's sword was not slower than his at all.

But since he was famous for his swift swordsmanship, his reaction was not slow at all. Seeing the sword light coming, he raised the scabbard in an instant and steadily put Zhao Wumian's Qingxu sword into the sheath without any error.

However, Zhao Wumian was unwilling to use the sheath to block the sword. This was one of the few things Jiu'er left for him, and he cherished it very much. But now the distance was so close that there was no way for him to dodge except by using the Huaxu Immortal Technique.

He simply raised his free left hand and put the wrist guard in front of his throat, as if he was trying to save the situation and making a last-ditch effort.

A hint of sneer immediately emerged in Wuxiang Emperor's heart. He had already foreseen the scene of a sword piercing his arm and throat at the same time, but immediately afterwards, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

clang!
Wuxiang Emperor struck the wrist guard with his sword, shattering it instantly. But immediately afterwards, when the tip of the sword touched the skin of Zhao Wumian's wrist, there was a sound of metal clashing.

He knew about horizontal training and even practiced a technique himself, but he could not imagine that there was someone in the world whose horizontal training ability could block his sword!

Wu Xiang Huang still suffered from his lack of experience. If he had gone south to Hetuo and fought with Zhu Jiutian, he would have known that there is no shortage of talented people who have reached the pinnacle in some aspect in this world.

Wu Xiang Huang focuses on the fast sword, Zhu Jiu Tian focuses on the horizontal training, and Zhao Wu Mian...

He can do everything, fast sword, horizontal training, tendons and bones...

The Qingxu Sword entered the scabbard and should have stopped there, but Wuxiang Huang felt a sudden and extremely terrifying force coming from the scabbard, almost causing the scabbard to slip out of his hand and go straight to Wuxiang Huang's throat. No matter how good Wuxiang Huang's horizontal training was, he had no habit of using his throat to receive attacks. The distance was too close and he only had time to change the angle.

bang————

Zhao Wumian pointed the sword and its sheath at Wuxiang Emperor's chest. A violent force suddenly burst out. Wuxiang Emperor paused in the snow, and the clothes behind him exploded instantly.

A hole over ten feet long suddenly appeared in the snow curtain behind him, running through the north and south. Snow was surging and ice chips were flying, as if a silver dragon was rolling over it. Immediately afterwards, Wuxiang Emperor's legs left the ground uncontrollably and he flew backwards.

Wipe————

The Qingxu sword rubbed against the scabbard in Wuxiang Emperor's hand, producing a long and narrow flame before it was unsheathed.

Zhao Wumian's scabbard was still suspended in mid-air, with no sign of falling to the ground, so he raised his hand and the sword rubbed into the scabbard in mid-air.

From Xiao Lengyue's perspective, it was just a flash of cold light that flashed out from the sheath, but then it was retracted in an instant. When the sword was sheathed, a spark appeared on the sword body and a flash of fire passed by.

Zhao Wumian hasn't taken action for a long time. At this moment, Xiao Lengyue suddenly felt that her worries were a bit unnecessary. Should she listen to Wumian and go look for Guan Yunshu first?
Why did Zhao Wumian need her to stand by and watch? Even if Shaman Tian came in person, Zhao Wumian would probably be able to fight two of them alone.

In their first fight, there was no clear winner between Zhao Wumian and Wuxiang Huang in terms of sword skills, but Zhao Wumian's muscles were tougher and his strength was greater.

Zhao Wumian was obviously not satisfied with the result, but he also knew that there are always people better than you. The fact that he was not faster than Wuxiang Huang proved that he still had room for improvement.

He briefly recalled the way Wuxiang Huang drew his sword. Although both of them used fast swords, they had different backgrounds and martial arts, so their ways of drawing swords must be different.

Only by learning from others' strengths can one improve his martial arts.

However, in the life-and-death fight, Zhao Wumian's mind flashed, and he stepped heavily, causing the snow surface to suddenly collapse, and a pit appeared.

But he had already disappeared from the spot. A snow-white fox fur coat rose into the sky like a startled wild goose in the snow. It instantly pierced through the surging snow curtain and approached Emperor Wuxiang. The flying snowflakes were shattered the moment they touched Zhao Wumian.

Choke————

The two men drew their swords almost at the same time.

Zhao Wumian's sword was pressing directly against Emperor Wuxiang's neck, still moving extremely fast, like a drop of dew falling into a cold pond, making a tinkling sound.

When he came to his senses, the tip of the sword had already pierced the skin of Wuxiang Emperor's neck!

But I never thought that with such an unstable center of gravity, Emperor Wuxiang's sword was still no slower than before.

Since Zhao Wumian's sword touched Emperor Wuxiang's neck, his sword naturally reached Zhao Wumian's waist.

He knew that Zhao Wumian's horizontal training was too terrifying, and one stab of the sword would not be able to break his defense, so this sword was used for attack instead of defense, and the sword tip, carrying the power of the dragon and elephant, pressed heavily on Zhao Wumian's waist.

This is to use the sword as a stick, not seeking blood, but only to smash Zhao Wumian apart.

However, all of Zhao Wumian's strength was on the sword. He was strong while the other was weak. With the sword stabbed at his waist, he was inevitably swept away and slid to the side due to the release of his internal energy.

Therefore, the Qingxu sword only drew a string of blood beads in Wuxiang Emperor's throat, and only pierced the skin, but did not go deep, so it was not a fatal injury.

Although Zhao Wumian secretly called Wuxiang Huang inexperienced, he was nearly a hundred years old, which meant he had lived five lifetimes of Zhao Wumian, so he knew how to deal with this kind of hard Qigong.

"drink!"

As a result, he forced Zhao Wumian back with one sword, and then the scabbard suddenly dropped downwards and touched the ground. The whole person slid at a right angle in the air without any obstruction and rushed straight towards Zhao Wumian.

The close combat and impenetrable attack still managed to suppress Zhao Wumian so that he could not draw his sword. However, no matter how powerful his horizontal training was, the Qi force could not be dissipated with the wind. It was buried into the body inch by inch, causing internal injuries inch by inch.

This is what is called "shooting the bull from behind the mountain". For martial arts masters like them, it is not difficult to attack the internal organs directly through the tendons, bones and skin.

He sheathed his sword in mid-air, clenched his fists, and used his Qi to pull the snowflakes in the air. He suddenly rushed forward, like a white-scaled dragon python suddenly raising its head in the snowy field, blocking Zhao Wumian's vision.

Zhao Wumian had used the "Abyss Dragon's Head" move when Zeng Lengyue was dealing with Gui Yuan Zhenren. After that move, he was almost exhausted. However, the momentum of Wu Xiang Huang's punch was not inferior to "Abyss Dragon's Head" at all.

Zhao Wumian’s former ultimate move was nothing more than an ordinary punch in the hands of Emperor Wuxiang...but Zhao Wumian was no longer the Zhao Wumian of the past.

Zhao Wumian held the snow down with one hand, and his long boots and palms left three grooves in the snow. Seeing that Emperor Wuxiang was unarmed, he snorted coldly and sheathed his sword.

Is he weaker than him in terms of fist and palm skills? ?

"drink!"

Zhao Wumian clenched his fist, put his arm at his waist, mobilized all the muscles in his body, shouted suddenly, and suddenly punched out.

The snow beneath his feet had already cracked and sunken, the energy was raging, and snowflakes were dancing wildly, like countless dancing white blades facing the white-scaled dragon python head-on.

Boom————

The wind and snow within a few miles around the two people were directly shattered by the impact, and the thick snow under their feet seemed to be lifted up from the ground, like an avalanche blowing in all directions, revealing the solid black soil underneath.

Xiao Lengyue raised her hands to block in front of her. The strong wind blew her hair and cloak backwards. She looked sideways through her fingers, and her slightly nervous expression finally relaxed a little.

Zhao Wumian's fox fur coat fluttered behind him, his clothes fluttered, and he stood in the middle of the black land with a sword in his hand. His posture was upright, but there was not even a single tear in his clothes.

There were traces of blood on Wuxiang Emperor's fists. He glanced at the long sword held by Zhao Wumian with a serious look in his eyes.

Both of them were dressed in white as snow, but it was obvious who had the upper hand.

Zhao Wumian placed the Qingxu sword across his waist, knowing that Emperor Wuxiang was going to fight with fists and feet, so he raised his hand and lightly hooked it.

"Come."

"it is good!"

Wuxiang Emperor laughed loudly, bent his body like a tiger, suddenly pounced forward, and ran with big strides like a dragon or python rolling on the ground, and every step he took was an elbow to the heart.

Zhao Wumian stomped his boots hard, leaving two dents in the black soil, and the fox fur coat suddenly straightened behind him.

He bent his hands, leaving several marks in the snow with his five fingers. He firmly separated Wuxiang Emperor's arm with one hand, and the other hand reached for his throat like an iron clamp.

When it comes to strength, Wuxiang Emperor is no match for Zhao Wumian and has never thought of a head-on confrontation. As the saying goes, there is reality within emptiness and emptiness within reality.

His elbow was blocked, so he immediately changed his tactics and grabbed Zhao Wumian's forearm with his hand. His five fingers made five notches in his sleeve and pulled it down. He then stepped forward and kicked with his knee.

Although Zhao Wumian had cultivated the Xuantian Liuli Body successfully, it was impossible for him to be unharmed if he was hit in the heart by Wuxianghuang, a master of the same level.

But Zhao Wumian's fist and palm skills were terribly high. The palm that was originally aimed at Wuxiang Emperor's neck suddenly moved downwards, pressed down on his knee, and used the force to soar into the sky and spin in the air.

The clamped arm was freed from Wuxiang Emperor's grip. Afterwards, Wuxiang Emperor only saw Zhao Wumian's fox fur fluttering as he passed by his eyes, like a stunning beauty in broad daylight, and then he kicked him in the face with a whip-like kick.

Wuxiang Emperor also knows how to use this sword and can sense Zhao Wumian's movements, but it is common for his body to be unable to react in time when he is trying to counter Zhao Wumian's moves.

Bang!
There was a sudden muffled sound in the snow. Wuxiang Emperor had just raised his knee when he felt an irresistible force on his face and was blown away into the air.

Zhao Wumian was in mid-air, with one arm stretched out, and his fox fur coat stretched straight like a snow eagle flapping its wings.

After he landed, he exerted force again, pushed his shoulder to the side, and used an Iron Mountain Leaning move directly to the heart meridian of Wuxiang Emperor.

However, Emperor Wuxiang was the legitimate king of Goguryeo. He was considered the best in Yanyun before the Jiazi year. The sword master Chu Ruzhou fought against him three times and was defeated miserably every time. It was obvious that he was on the same level as Wudamu, Shamantian, and Zhu Jiutian. How could he be completely powerless to fight back?

He raised his hand and slapped the hilt of the sword, and the Lichou sword penetrated into the ground. He tapped the hilt lightly with his toes to ease the force, clenched his fists and smashed down heavily, landing on Zhao Wumian's shoulders.

Bang!
Zhao Wumian's force was forward, while his force was downward. The forces were applied in different directions. Zhao Wumian only felt a huge force of a thousand pounds falling on his shoulders, and his body was inevitably pressed down, with the ground under his toes being shattered.

"drink--"

But what Wuxiang Emperor did not expect was that Zhao Wumian would press down with his body, support himself with his hands, and raise one leg up like a hanging hook, and hit Wuxiang Emperor in the face.

Boom!

"Come again!"

Wuxiang Emperor was smashed directly into a snow slope, shattering it. Ice cones, rocks and snow were pressed down together. Then he rushed out violently, with a fanatical and unruly look in his eyes, and punched Zhao Wumian again.

"Well done!"

Zhao Wumian's clothes fluttered, and he shouted and took a deep breath to meet him.

bang——

Amid the wind and snow, there was another muffled sound, and the black soil exploded instantly.

Bang bang bang————

Xiao Lengyue was a little further away, and in an instant he saw snow fields and hillsides all around him. Snowflakes were exploding almost simultaneously. It was the result of the two men's rapid attack and defense. The snow curtain in the sky was pulled by the two men's qi, forming white lines in all directions.

The snowflakes on this side were just being driven eastward by the Qi force, when in the blink of an eye a hole appeared in the snow, and the Qi force was released, causing chaos.

The two men exchanged punches one after another, obviously getting angry and giving up on testing each other with real or fake moves, just to see who could take longer.

The internal organs are indeed not as tough as the bones and skin. Even though Zhao Wumian was hit by several punches on the chest and his upper clothes were torn, a trace of blood could not help but flow from the corner of his mouth.

Wuxiang Huangheng's martial arts skills were far inferior to his, and he was covered in blood, like a madman.

If this continues, Zhao Wumian will definitely win.

Emperor Wuxiang gritted his teeth and punched Zhao Wumian in the chest, forcing him back. He then flew through the snow and slid toward the black soil, raising his hand to grasp the hilt of his Lichou sword that was stuck upside down in the ground.

"Want to run!?"

There was a strong wind blowing behind him, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao Wumian's breath was less than ten steps behind him.

Emperor Wuxiang raised the Lichou Sword and turned around suddenly, only to see that Zhao Wumian was less than five steps away from him.

Within five steps, it is already a fatal distance.

This thought flashed through the minds of both of them at the same time.

"Come again!" Wuxiang Emperor shouted.

"it is good!"

Choke!

Long before the word "OK" was shouted out, the two men had already drawn their swords at the same time, and their swords had already stabbed out!
The sword of Emperor Wuxiang was already in his hand.

Zhao Wumian's sword was still slung across his waist, and Xiao Lengyue saw it with her own eyes.

If he drew his sword at this moment, Zhao Wumian would definitely be at a disadvantage, as the swords of both of them were equally fast, but Emperor Wuxiang grasped the sword one step earlier than Zhao Wumian.

But suddenly, without seeing the sword light or hearing the sword sound, the Qingxu sword had already pierced into Wuxiang Emperor's throat. The sword tip suddenly pierced through his throat, and a three-foot sword tip stretched out from behind his throat!

But no one could see clearly when Zhao Wumian's sword stabbed in. Not even Xiao Lengyue could see clearly, and not even Wuxianghuang could see clearly.

There was no bleeding, for the blood had not had time to flow.

The sword of the Wuxiang Emperor stopped less than an inch from the skin of Zhao Wumian's throat and suddenly stopped.

Zhao Wumian treated the sword in front of him as nothing and looked directly into the eyes of Emperor Wuxiang.

There was a hoarse sound in Wuxiang Emperor's throat. Although it was pierced, he still uttered a vague sentence.

Every time he spoke a word, his throat felt extremely painful, but he had to speak it.

The blood flowed down his throat, fell onto the Qingxu sword, slid along the arc to the hilt, and soaked Zhao Wumian's hands.

He asked intermittently:

"How did I... die?"

"My sword is the fastest sword in the martial arts world."

"Then what……"

"You just don't believe it."

……

(End of this chapter)