Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

Shui Yinglie grabbed the giant saber with one hand, pointed it at Ye Tingxiu, and said coldly, "We are both swordsmen. Today I will break your legs with my swordsmanship. Sister, brother, you are not allowed to interfere!"

Shui Ningbing and Shui Jiwen slowly retreated, without joining Shui Yinglie in the attack.

"Watch my self-created dual-sword style!" Ye Tingxiu shouted wildly, his steps like leaves in the wind, sometimes drifting to the left, sometimes to the right, wielding his dual swords and quickly unleashing the Xuanhuo Sword Technique, directly confronting Shui Yinglie.

Shui Yinglie's eyes gleamed with excitement as he swiftly parried and countered with his horse-slaying saber.

The two men slashed at each other back and forth on a long street, attacking without defending. Their movements were incredibly swift, so fast that the naked eye could not keep up with them; all that could be heard were the sounds of clashing blades and the sparks from their clashing.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Tingxiu's dual-sword style had already unleashed three thousand strikes, the splashing Xuanhuo sword energy slashing the surrounding streets into pieces, turning them into ruins and rubble.

Shui Yinglie's double-handed swordsmanship was no slower than Ye Tingxiu's, and with the advantage of his giant horse-slaying sword, each strike was powerful and destructive.

Only when both sides slashed at each other with all their might, their blades colliding, were they finally separated by the force of the blade energy, which pushed them back several dozen feet.

Despite being covered in wounds from Ye Tingxiu's attacks, with his intestines hanging from his stomach, Shui Yinglie still laughed heartily: "Hahaha... As expected of fellow swordsmiths, this is exhilarating, exhilarating!"

"Brother, you're going to be killed!" Shui Jiwen quietly landed beside Shui Yinglie, placing her small hand on his lower back. A stream of water covered Shui Yinglie's entire body, quickly healing his injuries.

Shui Yinglie casually stuffed his intestines back into his stomach: "Brother, it's rare to meet a swordsman willing to fight me head-on. I couldn't resist the urge to fight."

Ye Tingxiu held the knife in both hands, barely managing not to kneel down. However, he was already emaciated, skin and bones, and almost all the moisture in his body had been drained. He looked up hoarsely and said, "Your knife... is faulty."

Shui Yinglie grinned: "That's right, my greatsword is called Water Thief. It can absorb moisture from a distance. Even if we clash blades, it will steal moisture from your body. You can't even bleed now, so can you still move?"

Ye Tingxiu bit down on one knife, then drew out the last one, assuming the stance of a three-sword style like a devout swordsman: "I, Ye Tingxiu, can be killed standing up, but there is absolutely no way I will abandon my sword and admit defeat!"

"Understood, then I'll defeat you!" Shui Yinglie slowly walked towards Ye Tingxiu, dragging his water bandit broadsword.

When they are three steps away.

Ye Tingxiu eventually collapsed to the ground, unwilling to accept his fate, due to the significant loss of body fluids.

Shui Yinglie stood in front of Ye Tingxiu and raised his water bandit broadsword.

Ye Tingxiu's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit. Even though his body was withered, his fighting will remained as strong as a raging fire, as he wanted to break free from his body and continue fighting: "I still have the Three-Sword Style to use. I refuse to accept this!"

Shui Yinglie swung the back of his blade and smashed Ye Tingxiu's left leg, returning the water to him in the process: "You are a fighter. I'll wait for the day you stand up again, then come and challenge me to a duel, if I'm still alive by then!"

Ye Tingxiu didn't utter a single cry of pain. His eyes were fixed on the sky. He had fought again and again despite repeated defeats. Since he began cultivating, he had never won a single fight, but this would not diminish his indomitable fighting spirit.

"I refuse to accept this!"

……

The three siblings of the Shui family disappeared as water, only to reappear on another battlefield.

Xiao Hongyun was surrounded on a street, just like Ye Tingxiu, and was hunted down by the three Shui siblings.

Shui Yinglie, carrying the bandit's broadsword, said, "Someone is offering money for one of your legs. I've already broken one of Ye Tingxiu's legs. If you give up resisting, I'll break one of your legs and leave without taking your life."

Xiao Hongyun gripped the Demon-Slaying Blade at his waist, looked around, and saw Shui Jiwen standing on the roof, Shui Yinglie in front of him, and Shui Ningbing behind him. He was surrounded by three forces, a net that stretched from heaven to earth, with nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape.

"Hey, you want my leg? Not so easy." Xiao Hongyun drew his Demon-Slaying Blade.

Shui Yinglie said calmly, "I knew it wouldn't be that easy, but it's good that I'm facing a formidable opponent. I had a very enjoyable fight with Ye Tingxiu. He's a true man and a true fighter. I hope you won't disappoint me."

Upon hearing that Ye Tingxiu had met a tragic end, Xiao Hongyun felt a shadow fall over his heart. He knew very well how powerful Ye Tingxiu was, and he knew he would definitely lose if they really fought.

Because Ye Ting cultivates superior offensive techniques, he is absolutely formidable in combat.

However, the technique he practiced was the Mother-Child Flying Knife Technique, which ranked eighteenth among the turbid-level techniques.

“Three against one, we might not have a chance of winning, but I am quite skilled at escaping.” Xiao Hongyun glanced around, then suddenly pushed off the ground and flew toward the roof.

Shui Yinglie, carrying the bandit's broadsword, narrowed his eyes but said nothing.

The Water Ritual Monk, dressed in a red robe and wearing a bronze mask, stood motionless in place.

However, Shui Ningbing, the white-robed girl standing at the end of the street, quickly formed hand seals and softly chanted, "Break!"

Hundreds of black ice spikes appeared in front of Xiao Hongyun, instantly piercing him and pinning him to the ground.

Shui Yinglie, carrying the bandit's broadsword, walked up to Xiao Hongyun's 'corpse' and frowned, saying, "Sister, you went too far. The employer's only wish was to break one leg, not to kill him."

Shui Ningbing said calmly, "I'm sorry, brother. I didn't expect him to be so weak. I thought he was as strong as Ye Tingxiu. I was worried that he would run away, so I hit him a little too hard."

As the two were talking, Xiao Hongyun suddenly opened his eyes, made a hand seal, and thirty-six flying knives suddenly flew out from his chest, instantly piercing dozens of bloody holes through the bodies of Shui Yinglie and Shui Ningbing.

"You brainless idiot, do you think fighting is all about numbers?"

"I, Xiao, never intended to escape. Capturing you thieves is a great achievement!"

"Hey, you little brat on the roof, you're the only one left. Surrender." Xiao Hongyun endured the pain and pulled out the ice spikes from his body one by one. Trading minor flesh wounds for the opportunity to kill two enemies instantly was a worthwhile trade.

Standing on the rooftop, Shui Jiwen, wearing a bronze mask that obscured his expression, danced a mysterious dance while draped in a red robe. His hands formed hand seals, and he opened his arms wide, shouting, "Rain, come!"

As the words fell, a black cloud flew out of his mind, quickly obscuring the sky above, and then a torrential black rain began to fall. The black rain sprinkled on the bodies of Shui Yinglie and Shui Ningbing, allowing their injuries to heal rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, Shui Yinglie and Shui Ningbing had already stood up.

Shui Jiwen looked down at Xiao Hongyun and said indifferently, "We are invincible on the same level in the rain!"

Upon seeing this, Xiao Hongyun's pupils contracted sharply. Without hesitation, he turned and ran away, shouting, "Help! Help! Where the hell are they? Someone, come save me!"

Shui Yinglie coldly said, "Sister, break his legs!"

Upon hearing this, Shui Ningbing nodded slightly, quickly formed hand seals, and silently chanted, "Ice Mirror!"

In an instant, the black rain froze in mid-air, transforming into numerous black ice mirrors that surrounded Xiao Hongyun. Xiao Hongyun manipulated thirty-six flying knives to rush towards the black ice mirrors in front of him, attempting to shatter them and break through the encirclement.

However, the thirty-six throwing knives flew directly into the black ice mirror in front of him. The next second, they flew out from all directions of the black ice mirror and pierced through Xiao Hongyun's body and legs, splattering blood all over the ground.

"Damn it!" Xiao Hongyun's eyes dimmed, and he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Shui Yinglie turned around indifferently: "Next, Zhou Qingfeng!"