Chapter Four: The Sword Shakes the Profound Origin
With a flick of her fingers, Meng Fuyao's short sword in her palm spun nimbly, the sword's radiance suddenly surged, creating a dazzling fan-shaped light curtain with a stunning brilliance. Within this mesmerizing light, a nearly invisible slender white beam flowed out like a stream, its cold gleam flashing, and with a whoosh, it shot towards the opponent's chest
The fierce wind is like a thread, seeking to entwine life and death
The Seventh Senior Brother, who had just pushed Meng Fuyiao, gasped and murmured, "The one hundredth move, just now the Senior Brother couldn't withstand even ten moves under that person's sword..."
Before the person arrived, a snow-white finger had already pierced through the air, with a dark-colored short sword shimmering at its tip. A fierce gust of wind swept by, directly assaulting his eyes
The meticulously polished white stone floor of the training hall was brazenly disrupted by Meng Fuyao, yet no one in the audience spoke a word
The entire training ground was enveloped in an eerie silence, with only the black-clad youth in the center, who had been waiting with his eyes closed, suddenly raising his head to cast a deep glance at Meng Fuyao
This fierce and chilling lethal move, almost impossible to escape, left the startled onlookers exchanging glances, filled with a sense of dread
The leader of Baishan finally began to take notice of the slender woman in the arena, yet his expression still showed no signs of concern. It was evident that although this woman possessed exceptional swordsmanship, her skills were somewhat lacking. Despite her remarkable achievements at such a young age being both impressive and astonishing, when compared to the seasoned and experienced Wuhen Sword, who had encountered numerous fortuitous events and had been renowned in the martial world for many years, she still fell short in terms of experience.
He was injured on the face by the sharp edge of the overflowing vital energy
It was just that moment, as startling as a flash of lightning
Meng Fuyao turned back in slight confusion and discovered that Lin Xuanyuan had silently arrived behind her at some unknown time
Some of those who had previously mocked her involuntarily shrank back when her gaze swept over them
The young man in the arena let out a cold laugh, shifting his heel to retreat three steps like flowing water. With a swift motion of his hand, the azure steel long sword shot out from under his armpit like a serpent, aimed directly at Meng Fuyao's chest
Like lightning flashing across the vast sky, it瞬间 traverses the boundless seas and the eight desolations
The leader of Baishan's expression changed dramatically. There are rules in the sword-testing event, and one must not rely on numbers to win. He had calculated that among the disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, none could match the black-clad youth. Therefore, after the strongest leader among the various sects, the leader of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, lost a move to Lin Xuanyuan, he felt confident. However, he did not expect to be disrupted by the sudden appearance of an ugly woman. He could not help but resent himself for speaking carelessly earlier; otherwise, that ugly woman would have left long ago, and such a strange turn of events would not have occurred.
The clash of dual swords resonated with a clear sound, causing everyone present to shudder, as if even the fierce wind had momentarily paused.
Meng Fuyao, victorious
The young man landed, his figure unsteady and staggering. Meng Fuyao smiled, adjusting her sleeves, standing firm in the gusty wind.
His sixth senior brother beside him swallowed with a gulp, the sound startling even himself
The wind howled fiercely, and the murderous intent was sharp, to the extent that the air was violently rubbed, producing a sound akin to a ghostly wail.
Want to win? Dream on
The young man suddenly displayed a peculiar expression, glanced behind Meng Fuyao, and then turned around and strode away
This move perfectly integrates strength, angle, and speed... In the entire sword sect, apart from the master, it is feared that no one else can execute it...
Meng Fuyao suddenly smiled at the young man in black who was approaching her
In contrast, only Lin Xuanyuan appeared the most composed, his fingers gently tapping on the armrest of the chair, a hint of contemplation in his expression
Meng Fuyao was startled and quickly stepped back, suddenly feeling a dizziness in her mind
In the training ground, there was a profound silence. The disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect stared blankly at Meng Fuyao. Under the sunlight, the woman's long hair and dark attire fluttered, and her slightly raised chin formed a delicate and smooth arc. With a hint of mocking smile, she surveyed her surroundings, and in that fleeting glance, her piercing gaze was even more radiant than the sunlight.
A disciple standing relatively close let out a cry, covering his face and stepping back. After a moment, fine blood began to flow between his fingers.
The black-clad youth across the way had a fleeting glance, his long sword slanted upward, and in a moment, countless snow-colored arcs of electricity flickered into existence. As Meng Fuyao charged forward, her hair was unexpectedly pulled straight, and then it fell silently like wisps of blue smoke.
A gust of wind carrying a fishy odor suddenly swept through the books.
Strands of hair drifted down, the soft arc bent in the air, and then suddenly vanished into thin air
The competition in the arena has reached its conclusion
A gasp erupted, and the sect leader of Baishan and others suddenly stood up from their seats. Lin Xuanyuan, who had been lost in thought while tapping his fingers on the armrest, was also startled by this overwhelming killing intent, causing his fingers to strike the empty space.
He comfortably shifted in his seat, smiling as he stroked his beard
With just one move, it was swift, ruthless, and precise, the angle of the strike was exceptionally cunning and vicious, beyond imagination. The challengers were not particularly impressive, yet the entire Xuanyuan Sword Sect collectively gasped, all rendered speechless.
The sword wind scattered her hair, black strands unfurling like mist. Meng Fuyao tossed her head, a lock of long hair caught between her red lips and white teeth, a striking contrast of vividness and beauty.
The azure steel long sword suddenly broke through the layer of dark-colored light curtain, silently approaching Meng Fuyao's wrist. With a gentle glide like flowing water, it slipped towards Meng Fuyao's heart.
The red tassel on the sword dances wildly in the wind, exuberantly flaunting itself, piercing the unspoken gazes with its intensity
The young man in black walked to the door without looking back, suddenly turned around, and his cold gaze met Meng Fuyao, who had just lifted her head after unwrapping the cloth.
In the arena, after the first round of evenly matched exchanges, in the blink of an eye, two figures, one in black and the other in dark green, were already entangled in combat. Both moved with incredible speed, and the onlookers could only feel the fierce wind rushing towards them, making it hard to breathe. The pair of figures danced like butterflies flitting through flowers, their black and dark green colors swirling chaotically. On the expansive white stone ground, they created streaks of vibrant light as they spun, and wherever they passed, the once smooth and intact surface began to develop fine cracks, intertwining and crisscrossing, resembling a bizarre painting.
Seeing that Meng Fuyao's swordsmanship was evidently more exquisite and powerful than that of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, the expressions of surprise among the members of other sects gradually intensified, while the members of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect had already stared wide-eyed in disbelief
Is this the Meng Fuyao who ranked last in every swordsmanship competition? Is this the Meng Fuyao who was not even approved to learn the Xuan Yuan internal skill due to her poor aptitude? Such swordsmanship, light and exquisite, with an extraordinary artistic conception, surpasses even our own school; where did she learn this from?
With a hint of a cold smile, Meng Fuyao threw the short sword with a snap, and with a crunch, the blade embedded itself three inches into the ground, causing a crack about a foot long to appear in the white stone surface, resembling the corner of a mouth that was cold and mocking.
Before he could retract his gaze, a shadow flickered before him, and a figure darted in like a flash of lightning. The speed and force of the movement were so great that a faint crackling sound of sonic booms could be heard in the air
The air around became instantly humid and heavy, coalescing into a faint white mist, which was then tinged with a light red by the droplets of blood, suddenly enveloping the black-clad youth before him, twisting and swirling like a net, obscuring his line of sight
The third style of the Breaking Nine Heavens Sword Technique, "Emerald Falls and Flowing Lightning"
Amidst the uproar, Pei Yuan's expression changed unpredictably. She had just trampled Meng Fuyao underfoot, yet in the blink of an eye, Meng Fuyao displayed a strength that far surpassed her own, causing a layer of dark clouds to gradually envelop her brow.
In the gaze of their eyes meeting, the depths of the youth's eyes shimmer with divine light, shifting like the waves of the vast sea, continuously rolling and surging.
The entire venue was filled with exclamations of surprise, yet several leaders displayed expressions of astonishment. The strands of hair vanished, seemingly shredded by the overwhelming force of Meng Fuyao, who had lunged forward without hesitation. A body that is usually strong and resilient is easily destroyed, while something soft and yielding is difficult to break. What kind of internal skill has this woman practiced, capable of projecting her energy outward and destroying objects without a trace?
Bang
This is the moment she has been waiting for
The youth's eyesight and reflexes were exceptionally remarkable. Just as the cold light began to rise, still concealed within the veil of light, he had already retreated hastily. A dark shadow flashed, and like an enraged dragon, he flipped over, leaping back three zhang in a single motion. Even so, he was still a step too slow. In the midst of the silence, a soft sound of "crack" was heard as the white light pierced through his shoulder blade, and a large bloom of blood blossomed brilliantly behind his somewhat slender shoulder.
The bright teeth suddenly bit down on the red lips, causing a drop of blood as vivid as coral to bloom. Meng Fuyao puffed out a breath, and the round blood droplet merged with the momentarily enhanced third layer of her Breaking the Nine Heavens skill, shooting out like a bolt of lightning.
Meng Fuyao looked back at him calmly, her gaze bright and clear, like the newly risen moon over the sea
An extremely close distance, an incredibly strong force, that cold gleam will strike with a speed that ordinary people cannot evade, claiming lives