Li Xin'an was stunned. Originally, he was still thinking about how to find a reason to compete with Murong Bai, but he didn't expect that the sword fanatic would speak out first.
"Is it inconvenient for you?" Murong Bai saw that Li Xin'an didn't respond for a long time, and couldn't help but ask again.
"No, Young Master Murong invited me, how dare Li Xin'an refuse." Li Xin'an smiled and said, "Please!"
The two of them came to the courtyard and stood ten feet apart from each other.
Murong Bai slowly pulled out his long sword with a red sheath. The hilt and ribs were all brown. What surprised Li Xin'an was that there was a phoenix-shaped hollow on the sword.
"Murong Villa, Murong Bai."
Murong Bai performed a sword salute in a formal manner.
"Xue Yi Tang, Li Xin'an."
Murong Bai's eyes were a little more cautious. The Bloody Clothes Hall was a notorious killer organization many years ago. After it worked for the traitor Li Linfu, it set off a bloody storm in the world. At that time, everyone with a name
There are spies from the Blood Clothes Hall in Jianghu sects, and Murong Villa has discovered a lot of them, but his father didn't dare to move and just pretended not to know.
However, seventeen years ago, for some unknown reason, the Blood Clothes Hall parted ways with Li Linfu and evacuated Chang'an City. Since then, there have been few rumors about the Blood Clothes Hall in the world. Only when tracing the mysterious deaths of some important figures can the faint shadow of the Blood Clothes Hall be discovered.
Unexpectedly, there are still disciples of the Blood Clothes Hall walking around in the world today, and they are also disciples of the Sword Master Pei Min!
And seeing that he is so familiar with Li Chu, could it be that Xueyitang is about to make a comeback again?
"You reported your identity as Xueyitang so easily?" Murong Bai asked coldly.
Li Xin'an smiled and said, "There is nothing to hide, I will tell anyone who asks."
He pulled out the "White Rainbow" and threw the scabbard aside. The sharp sword light flashed in front of Murong Bai's eyes when he took it out of the scabbard. Murong Bai's cold eyes became a little more eager, "What's the name of this sword?"
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"Bai Hong." Li Xin'an said calmly, "The white rainbow that penetrates the sun is one of the two swords that the master forged in the same furnace."
"The sword forged by a master of the Heavenly Realm is indeed the best in the world. A double sword..." Murong Bai murmured, "Where is the other Guanri?"
There was a trace of sadness on Li Xin'an's face, "It was held by an old friend. Unfortunately, he died, and the sword is missing."
Murong Bai said regretfully: "Sorry, I made you sad."
"It's okay." Li Xin'an smiled, "It's just that you are grinding and whining, why don't you fight me?"
"Of course!" Murong Bai also had a smile on his face, "With the sword Fengming, take the iron from Mang Mountain and cast it for ninety-nine and eighty-one days, and ask the sword Baihong!"
He jumped up, and a strange red light slashed towards Li Xin'an in the air.
Li Xin'an raised his sword and bravely faced the red sword energy. When the collision hit him, he felt his jaw go numb. He couldn't help but take two steps back. In just one fight, he had already lost half a point.
Second grade middle!
Li Xin'an cursed secretly, he is indeed a monster!
The person in front of me is about the same age as me, but he is already at the middle level of the second level. Senior brother Chang Yu is now a new generation leader in the world. He was one year older than Murong Bai when he reached the middle level of the second level!
He is only a third-grade person, how much can he hold up in the face of Murong Bai's powerful strength?
When Li Xin'an was stunned, Murong Bai had already caught up with his sword.
Murong Bai's attack was airtight, his sword moves were fast and steady, and the timing of sheathing and drawing out the sword was perfect. For a moment, Li Xin'an had to passively resist and retreated in succession.
But it wasn't this that gave Li Xin'an a headache, but Murong Bai's weapons.
Every time swords collide with each other, the "Feng Ming" sword will become redder and hotter. Now that the two of them are fighting each other, they are no longer as smooth as before.
Instead of a long sword, it is a soldering iron exuding terrifying heat!
Murong Bai's sword swung over again. Li Xin'an lowered his wrist and drew the sword blade against "Feng Ming" towards Murong Bai's cheek. A burst of sparks suddenly flickered, extending on the two intertwined swords.
, it seems that what they are holding in their hands is no longer two peerless magic weapons, but two fire sticks.
Li Xin'an secretly thought that something was wrong, and hurriedly sheathed the sword, intending to retreat. But Murong Bai would not give him this chance, and the "Fengming" burning with blazing flames went straight to the door in front of Li Xin'an.
Li Xin'an turned his head and flashed, and the swaying flames scorched the hair on his temples. The wind flowed into the hollow of the "Fengming" sword, and a loud cry resounded in Li Xin'an's ears, making his brain feel dizzy.
Seeing this opportunity, Murong Bai did not hesitate at all, and the flaming sword turned in a circle next to Li Xin'an's ear and turned toward Li Xin'an's throat.
The flames coming towards his face burned Li Xin'an's eyes, but it also woke him up from his dizzy state. Seeing that his throat was about to be pierced, he hurriedly retreated on tiptoes.
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But the sword was never more than three inches away from his throat.
Li Xin'an had no choice but to hit the "Fengming" sword sideways with his sword, but unexpectedly, the tip of his "White Rainbow" sword got stuck on the phoenix hollow on the body of the "Fengming" sword.
Murong Bai smiled slightly and turned his wrist slightly. Li Xin'an felt a strong force pass along the two swords to his arms. If he didn't let go, his entire arm would be torn off!
Li Xin'an reluctantly let go, and "White Rainbow" was lifted into the air by Murong Bai.
Murong Bai undoubtedly won this competition, but he was a little disappointed and felt that it shouldn't be like this.
Just like how Li Xin'an saw that Murong Bai was in the middle of the second level after only one round of confrontation between the two, Murong Bai also saw the fact that Li Xin'an was only a third level. But according to Murong Bai's conjecture, Li Xin'an should compete with him.
They were equally matched, and the disciples of the Sword Master of the Tang Dynasty could not be much worse than themselves.
But Li Xin'an has been retreating. Just one "Feng Ming" left Li Xin'an unable to parry. As a swordsman, he has not used twenty-three percent of his sword energy, which is the most important swordsmanship. It is far from what he expected.
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Murong Bai was very frustrated. Just when he was thinking about how to make Li Xin'an's loss not too ugly, Li Xin'an in front of him once again attracted his attention.
Li Xin'an moved her steps, clenched her fist and lowered her waist. Under Murong Bai's hesitant gaze, she punched out fiercely.
Murong Bai never expected that when Li Xin'an came back, he would use punches in the kendo competition. That punch hit Murong Bai firmly on the chest, making him unable to breathe even though he was in the middle of the second grade.
Feeling of qi suffocation.
Li Xin'an bent down and pulled up the "White Rainbow" stuck on the ground, and said with a smile: "It is indeed the ninth most powerful weapon on the list of magical weapons in Tianji Tower. I have seen Fengming's three wonderful uses."
Murong Bai said sternly: "Master Li, I hope you will not hesitate to teach me, instead of tolerating me, an outsider."
The implication is, don't let me look down on you!
Li Xin'an naturally heard something in Murong Bai's words, and immediately smiled and said: "That's natural. Mr. Murong has come all the way, how can I disappoint you?"
He flicked a sword flower casually, and the tip of the sword scratched the bluestone beneath his feet. A deep mark immediately appeared. With the blessing of the sword energy, three gravels shot towards Murong Bai rapidly, sealing his forehead.
, chest and Dantian.
Hidden weapon skills! Murong Bai's pupils dilated slightly, and his face finally showed a trace of solemnity. Li Xin'an's hidden weapon skills were many times better than the sword skills he had shown before!
He slashed down with his sword, smashing the three gravels into pieces. When he looked up again, there were traces of Li Xin'an in front of him. Murong Bai turned around, thinking that Li Xin'an had run behind him, but there was nothing behind him either.
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Suddenly, he heard the sound of breaking through the air. Murong Bai looked sideways, and saw the shining "white rainbow" resting on his shoulder.
Murong Bai's shoulders shook, and before Li Xin'an could place the sword across his neck, his inner energy spurted out and shook the long sword, and he turned around and stabbed out with the sword.
But his sword hit the air, and Li Xin'an disappeared again like a ghost. Murong Bai turned around in surprise, and Li Xin'an's afterimage flashed away from the corner of his eyes the moment he turned around, but he
Looking at the entire courtyard blankly, I couldn't feel Li Xin'an's presence.
This is not a martial art that a swordsman should master. The only one who should be able to master it is the killer of the Blood Clothes Hall.
A sudden chill ran down his back. Murong Bai didn't have time to think and pushed his elbow back, but was easily blocked by one hand.
Only then did Murong Bai realize that Li Xin'an had not disappeared at all. He was right behind him, walking at the same pace as him and having the same breath.
"That's all you know?" Murong Bai gritted his teeth and said, feeling like he was being teased.
"We have to have some appetizers, right?" Li Xin'an said calmly, "Master Murong, it's better not to be impatient."
Li Xin'an pushed forward, and Murong Bai rushed forward to distance himself. He who had cultivated his character since childhood rarely had the urge to curse. He turned around with a pale face, and when he was about to speak, Li Xin'an kept his distance.
The ground became sticky, and the long sword flashing with a cold light flew up and down. Having taken the initiative, he began to counterattack.
Murong Bai suddenly felt like crying, this man finally followed the routine.
But not long after another head-to-head confrontation with Li Xin'an, Murong Bai realized something was wrong. Li Xin'an's sword moves were treacherous and changeable, tightly wrapping around his own sword like a snake. His sword skills were wide open and closed.
It can't be used at all.
In today's world of swordsmen, there is a dispute between swordsmanship and swordsmanship. The former believes that practicing swordsmanship is about killing enemies pragmatically, and swordsmanship is the most consistent with the way of swordsmanship. Supporters of the latter believe otherwise, and the sword is a gentleman's weapon.
In cultivating one's moral character, the art of killing enemies is not swordsmanship, and the two factions have been arguing over this.
Among the two masters of the Heaven and Human Realm today, his father Murong De has cultivated his swordsmanship for fifty years and dominates the martial arts world with his superb swordsmanship. The famous swordsman of the Tang Dynasty is famous all over the world for his swordsmanship.
Right now, the competition between the two of them happened to be a small sword fight.
However, Murong Bai, who has been immersed in swordsmanship since childhood, was trapped by Li Xin'an, a successor of great swordsmanship.
Murong Bai was surprised to find that he couldn't escape from Li Xin'an's sword-long circle. Whenever he retreated, rushed forward, or swayed left and right, he tried to get away.
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When he was there, Li Xin'an's sword could always force him back to where he was.
The brilliant sword light shone from "Bai Hong", making it impossible for Murong Bai to figure out the trajectory of Li Xin'an's sword moves, and he could only passively defend. What's even worse is that Li Xin'an would use his sword at an extremely tricky angle from time to time, or
He used several exquisite sword moves that he had never seen before, and almost broke through Murong Bai's defense, which made him break out in a cold sweat and secretly said that it was difficult to deal with!
The one who was more anxious than him was Li Xin'an.
At this moment, he was cursing in his heart: I have almost used up all my internal strength, why can't I break his defense!
In order to trap Murong Bai, he didn't know how many times he used the Wansheng Sword Art to force Murong Bai back to where he was before he was about to escape. From time to time, he would mix in several Taoist Tiangang Sans.
The moves of the Sixteen Demon-Conquering Sword had already consumed seven or eighty-eight percent of his internal energy.
Due to the lack of internal strength, Li Xin'an's offensive naturally slowed down. Without paying attention, Murong Bai pushed the sword away, revealing a flaw.
Both of them were shocked.
Li Xin'an: It's over. If he stabs me with his sword, I'll be dead!
Murong Bai: Oops! What kind of trap is this?
Surprised and suspicious, Murong Bai did not immediately turn his defense into an attack, but retreated and jumped out of the circle.
"Master Li is indeed good at swordsmanship. Murong Bai was abrupt earlier." Murong Bai bowed his head slightly as an apology.
Li Xin'an forced out a bitter smile, thinking that if Murong Bai continued to attack without mercy, he would really lose.
Sure enough, what are you afraid of? Murong Bai said: "I apologize for my previous contempt. I will do my best next time!"
Li Xin'an's expression froze for a moment.
Murong Bai slowly raised his sword and faced him. Visible to the naked eye, the "Feng Ming" sword turned red like a soldering iron again, which was driven by Murong Bai's inner strength.
A strong wind suddenly blew up, blowing the surrounding fallen leaves like flowing water towards the long sword in Murong Bai's hand, and then turned into streams of fire, surrounding the "Feng Ming" that had burned into a bright golden color.
The wind poured into the hollow on the sword, and a loud phoenix chirped, accompanied by the flowing fire flying like a flock of birds, heading straight for Li Xin'an.
Murong Villa's Haoran Sword Code - Hundreds of Birds Facing the Phoenix!
As a secret of Murong Villa, Murong De, the leader of the martial arts alliance, used this move ten years ago to fight Si Chengfeng, the master of the Demon Shadow Pavilion. Under the thousand-mile stone wall of the Wu Gorge on the Yangtze River, the "hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix" move killed the two.
The water from the surging river beneath people's feet evaporates into thick water vapor that lasts for months.
But at this moment, the same move of "Hundred Birds Paying Attention to the Phoenix" destroyed the bluestone floor of Huangsun Mansion beyond recognition, and a deep ravine extended from Murong Bai's feet to the place where Li Xin'an originally stood.
Now there is thick smoke and dust, and it is difficult to see the scene inside, and it is impossible to tell whether Li Xin'an is dead or alive.
Heavy footsteps sounded outside. Not long after, hundreds of heavily armored soldiers had tightly surrounded Murong Bai. Naturally, such a big movement could not be concealed from them. Although Li Chu had ordered that no one else be allowed to enter the courtyard, the critical moment still came.
It is important to protect His Highness.
Li Chu walked out of his hiding place in embarrassment. Murong Bai gave him a blow with all his strength and forced him to run for his life. Once he was affected, his body would be wiped out. Although he hid safely, he was disgraced by the scattered sand and dust.
"You guys go down first, I'm fine." Li Chu clapped his hands and signaled the soldiers to leave.
The soldiers looked at each other and did not dare to move.
"You don't even listen to my orders?" Li Chu was a little sullen, with a hint of chill in his voice, and then the soldiers withdrew.
Murong Bai stretched out his hand, and "Fengming" pierced the smoke and returned to his hand. His face was neither sad nor happy, and Li Chu couldn't tell his mood or thoughts.
"Mr. Murong, Li Xin'an..."
Murong Bai shook his head, "I don't know."
"I'm afraid...the chances are bad..."
The circles under his eyes gradually turned red, Murong Bai bit his lips tightly, and his face turned as white as snow.
I shouldn't...shouldn't use this move. Since I traveled around the world, no one can force me to use this move. Why should I use it on him...
Because he is the only one who can force me to use this trick, but because of this, I just can't use it!
Now that he is dead, no one can fight with me to this extent...
Li Chu looked at Murong Bai who was blaming himself, and sighed: "Mr. Murong, you don't have to blame yourself. It's common to miss when you compete with others. Li Xin'an is not good at learning, so he can't blame others."
"But I owe him a debt after all. He came to beg me two days ago, saying that a confidante was about to be taken as a concubine by the son of the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance. I spent all my words to persuade him to give up this idea.
I originally wanted to tell him the idea after you two finished the competition, but I didn’t expect...sigh..."
"Your Highness, you must keep your word!"
A hoarse voice sounded behind the two of them. Li Chu was startled and looked in shock at the place where the smoke and dust gradually dispersed.
In the hazy sand and dust, a man was slowly sitting up, leaning on a sword. The man's face was covered with dust, but he could not hide the relieved smile at the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Murong Bai, whose eyes were red, and spat aside, "Old man, why are you crying!"