Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

He was just a little arrogant, and he was quickly proven wrong.

In shame and anger, he stopped trying to draw his sword and instead smashed the scabbard against Mei Changhua's sword.

What, are you getting anxious now?

Mei Changhua narrowed his eyes, and Dugu Nine Swords struck out with a clang, hitting Ye Guhong's scabbard and knocking his sword away.

"hateful!"

Ye Guhong was furious. He had come with the intention of making a name for himself by challenging Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, but he was sent flying without even drawing his sword. How could he tolerate this?

He lunged straight at Mei Changhua, striking out with both palms.

The palm strikes are continuous and fluid, moving in a circular motion. The palm wind is gentle yet swift, gathering and dispersing into clusters.

This is the Wudang Cotton Palm, which is quite mysterious and difficult to deal with. I want to use this palm technique to disarm Mei Changhua's longsword.

But Mei Changhua's longsword flashed, and he had already used the Palm Breaking Technique, easily piercing through the palm force.

shuh~

Ye Guhong instinctively withdrew his palm and stepped back, but it was too late. A sharp pain shot through his palm as the longsword pierced through it.

"You lost."

"How...how could this be the result? I don't believe it!"

Unable to accept this outcome, Ye Guhong roared and even tried to make another move.

"Enough! Get out of here!"

Just then, a shout stopped him in his tracks. The speaker was Master Chongxu, the leader of the Wudang Sect.

Chongxu's face was grim, not because Ye Guhong was less skilled, but because of his lack of tact and discretion.

Mei Changhua had already shown mercy with his sword; it could have pierced the palm and then, with just a slight push forward, pierced the throat, but he did not do so.

Not only did he show mercy by withdrawing his attack, but he also reminded Ye Guhong that the outcome was already decided and that they could call it a day.

As a result, Ye Guhong was blinded by his competitive spirit and lost his composure, much to the disappointment of Daoist Chongxu.

Ye Guhong blushed and retreated dejectedly.

After this battle, everyone in the arena remembered the name 'Mei Changhua', and no one dared to look down on him because of his lack of fame.

Similarly, Mei Changhua also raised the standards for the Mount Hua Sword Tournament to an extreme.

Those who were overly ambitious and lacked self-awareness realized that their abilities were simply not up to par, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking on the next challenge.

The competition continued, and Mei Changhua defeated four more people in succession, demonstrating the Huashan School's unique swordsmanship to the fullest.

However, he didn't hog the court; he voluntarily left after the fifth game.

In the subsequent competition, one famous figure after another appeared. In the end, even Master Chongxu personally stepped into the arena, defeating seven famous figures in a row, restoring the prestige of Wudang, and then left the stage satisfied.

Finally, Ximen Chuixue, dressed in white as snow, slowly stepped out and looked directly at Ye Gucheng, whose eyes were like cold stars: "Lord Baiyun City, it is time to fulfill our duel."

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Chapter 92 The Ultimate Swordsmanship

As soon as Ximen Chuixue spoke, the room fell into a deathly silence, and everyone's attention was on edge.

Everyone was looking forward to the battle between the two, but when the battle actually arrived, a dilemma arose.

Because everyone knows that at their level of swordsmanship, the outcome of a battle could very well be a matter of life and death.

People with vastly different abilities can stop short of each other, but people with similar abilities have to risk their lives to gain even the slightest advantage.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng were like this, and so were Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan.

They loomed over everyone like mountains, yet they also became the target and idols of the people. It was hard to accept whoever was defeated and died in battle.

Moreover, people not only want to see Ximen Chuixue fight Ye Gucheng, but also want to see him fight Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan, and Yue Xuan. It would be a pity if the story ended with just one battle.

“They are all masters of swordsmanship, it would be rather boring for them to fight each other.” Just then, Yue Zhuoqun suddenly spoke up.

With a smile, he surveyed the entire arena: "Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan, and Yue Xuan, since you five are hailed as the five strongest swordsmen of our time, why don't you all come down and fight together? Only then will the outcome be convincing."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the arena perked up and chimed in, "Alliance Leader Yue is right. This kind of battle truly lives up to the name of the Mount Hua Sword Tournament."

Ximen Chuixue's eyes showed interest as he looked expectantly at the other four and asked, "What do you think?"

“Okay!” Ye Gucheng nodded first.

Yue Xuan also laughed loudly: "This is exactly what I've been expecting."

Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan didn't say anything, but silently got up and walked into the arena.

Five people, each holding a long sword, stood in five different directions, emanating a sharp aura.

Ximen Chuixue's face was cold and ruthless, like a thousand-year-old ice, freezing everything in the world.

Ye Gucheng was proud and aloof throughout his life, like a pine tree standing on a precipice, isolated from the world.

Xie Xiaofeng, on the other hand, exuded an air of nobility, with a close-fitting long robe and a handy long sword, yet he possessed the demeanor of a member of the imperial family.

Yan Shisan was dressed in black, silent and taciturn, as if he had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, exuding an aura of death and misfortune.

Yue Xuan is handsome and has a dashing demeanor. He is an unparalleled gentleman who is not swayed by external things.

Five people, standing in different positions, with different temperaments, are locked in a fierce confrontation.

Before they even made a move, a powerful sword intent emanated from them, as if dividing this space into five worlds that were crushing each other.

This is a clash of their wills and beliefs.

Five people, neck and neck, no matter who makes the first move, it will affect the whole situation. The other four will immediately find their weaknesses and attack them all at once.

Therefore, none of them dared to make a move rashly. They would first clash with each other using their thoughts, waiting for someone to reveal a weakness first.

Such a scene is a hundred times more dangerous than a real fight.

Even the surrounding heroes held their breath, not daring to even exhale.

This state lasted for a good fifteen minutes, but they seemed to be separated from the outside world and were not in a hurry at all.

As the sun glides across a corner of the Jade Maiden Peak cliff, sunlight streams into the scene.

This ray of light shattered the balance among the five, and the clashing energy surged like boiling oil in a raging fire.

Keng~

Five longswords were drawn at the same time, their sounds merging into one.

The dazzling divine light covered the entire Jade Maiden Peak, even overshadowing the sun's radiance.

People instinctively closed their eyes, unable to look directly at each other. When their vision returned, the five people had already rushed together.

There are no fancy sword moves, but every strike pushes the angle, speed, and power to the extreme; any more or less would lose the essence.

This was a terrifying battle, each fighting their own battles, each against their own enemy, a fight that allowed them to unleash their strongest swordsmanship to the fullest.

They were excited, their hearts pounding, a result of the thrill of facing an opponent.

Despite his inner excitement, his hand gripping the sword remained steady and powerful, without any outward movement.

Ding!

A long sword pierced into the sword cluster.

This is a long, narrow, jet-black sword with a blade three feet and seven inches long. It is ancient, simple, and sharp, and is definitely one of the best swords in the world.

The moment the sword pierced the sword cluster, it created an extremely fast afterimage, as if pulling everyone into a world covered in snow.

This is the swordplay philosophy of Ximen Chuixue; the sword in his hand has become one with himself, he is sincere to the sword and devoted to the sword.

No, it should be said that his man has become the sword.

Man and sword become one, the body is the sword, and all things in heaven and earth are encompassed by the sword technique. Even the enemy's attack, breath, or even a fallen hair will be drawn into his sword moves and transformed into his attack.

All things in heaven and earth, friend and foe, are contained in his sword moves. Such swordsmanship has transcended the mundane moves and entered the realm of Tao.

No self, no sword.

There is only the Way, the Way of the Sword evolved from the artistic conception of swordsmanship.

Just a moment ago, Ye Gucheng and his three companions were attacking each other, but as if by telepathy, they simultaneously turned their attacks on Ximen Chuixue.

With unwavering resolve, they forcibly detached themselves from his all-encompassing swordsmanship, creating a gap in his perfect artistic conception.

wow~

Four swords against one, finally neutralizing this terrifying move.

hum!

The next moment, a sword as blazing as the sun slammed down again; this time it was Xie Xiaofeng's sword.

Every martial art and sword technique in the world has its flaws, and people have even more weaknesses and vulnerabilities. Xie Xiaofeng and his sword are no exception.