Before the Holy Spirit Sword Technique Sword Ten was launched, it was already broken by Zhou Yi. This was a great shame and humiliation for Dugu Cheng! Especially in front of his beloved woman, such a defeat was like pouring a handful of salt on a heart-wrenching wound. Dugu Cheng could never accept it!
He has decided to use Sword Fifteen to defeat Zhou Yi in one fell swoop and use Zhou Yi's head to completely wash away his humiliation!
The Sword Saint's Holy Spirit Sword Technique was created together with his beloved wife, Miyamoto Xueling. Each move not only symbolizes his unswerving love for his beloved wife, but also contains the essence of the sword techniques of the Central Plains and Japan. This move, Sword Fifteen! The previous fourteen moves of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique were just exquisite moves and swift movements, but now this Sword Fifteen has brought the sword intent!
Faced with such a powerful move, Zhou Yi's face became a little serious: he originally thought that Dugu Cheng was just a child of a noble family, but he did not expect that he would burst out with such fighting spirit in front of Murong Yanran. Now it seems that if he can perform all the moves after Sword Twenty, wouldn't he have a chance to enter the sword world again
The sword world!
Thinking of that unfathomable world of swords that transcends the mortal world, Zhou Yi's lazy temperament suddenly changed, and almost in an instant his aura reached an unparalleled peak!
It was not until this moment that Zhou Yi truly regarded Dugu Cheng as his opponent!
"Sword Eighteen!" The first person to notice the change in Zhou Yi's aura was Murong Yanran who was standing beside him. Seeing the ethereal and mysterious sword energy gradually rising from Zhou Yi's body that filled the heaven and earth, she no longer cared about her ladylike reserve and immediately shouted heartbreakingly.
Dugu Cheng's face darkened when he heard the voice, but he still subconsciously listened to Murong Yanran's words. The sword moves in his hand skipped past Sword Fifteen and directly upgraded to the Holy Spirit Sword Technique Sword Eighteen, which he could not fully master yet!
Sword Eighteen!
In an instant, the Wushuang Sword had appeared in every corner between heaven and earth. The cold sword shadows organized into a terrifying sword net, covering an area of several miles in radius.
Countless sword energies and invisible air waves rushed up into the sky. Dugu Cheng fell from the sky, and during the descent, he had already created dozens of phantom bodies. At this time, the countless sword shadows and air waves that rose up all poured down and instantly swallowed up Zhou Yi's figure.
In just a moment, the place where Zhou Yi was standing was suddenly enveloped by dense sword energy, and the aftermath spread undisguisedly in all directions, like a cage that locked up all escape routes, as if... it wanted to achieve its goal in one fell swoop and completely strangle Zhou Yi in the sword energy hell!
Facing a blow that was about to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship, Zhou Yi's face suddenly revealed a look of satisfaction, and he even had time to comment.
"Almost there, just almost there, a good sword strike, there are better ones!"
clang!
The butterfly flower is unsheathed!
Zhou Yi took a step forward as fast as lightning, and the slightly raised Butterfly Flower suddenly pointed out, cutting through the void.
The sword intent surged like a tidal wave. There was no excessive frills, just an extremely simple sword stabbing method. The dazzling sword light was like stars falling to the earth, sweeping across the sky and the earth.
"Ding!" At its strongest point, Dielianhua suddenly hit Dugu Cheng's unparalleled sword. The loud sound of metal clashing filled the void and never stopped.
"Ah..." A shrill scream rose to the sky, the Wushuang Sword fell from mid-air, and Dugu Cheng's body retreated frantically.
"Alas!" Looking at the flying Dugu City, Zhou Yi immediately sighed and shook his head helplessly: "What a pity, there is only a little bit left. If you can hold on for one or two moves, maybe..."
"You can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?" Murong Yanran stood up slowly, trying her best to suppress the shock in her heart. Dielianhua has recently become a world-famous sword. With this sword, Zhou Yi's identity is revealed!
"Yes!" The Butterfly Love Flower quickly returned to its sheath, and Zhou Yi slowly walked towards Murong Yanran: "One of us is the most evil man in the martial arts world, and the other is the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. We are quite a good match, right?"
Murong Yanran smiled faintly, and glanced at the dying Dugu Cheng on the ground, and said, "I have heard for a long time that the martial arts of the Thousand Cups Young Hero are unparalleled in the world. After seeing it today, I can see that his reputation is well-deserved. My brother Murong Chunqiu has also admired the Thousand Cups Young Hero for a long time. But shall we go to Gusu Canhe Manor to have a chat together?"
"Humph!" Qin Ge behind him snorted coldly and shouted, "What a good plan! If we arrive at Chanhe Manor and you from Xiaoxiang Pavilion rely on your numbers and rush over immediately, wouldn't we just be going there to die?"
"How could that be?" Murong Yanran immediately retorted, "My brother Murong Chunqiu is famous throughout the world and would definitely not do something that goes against chivalry. Young Master Qianbei, please believe me!"
"Of course I trust Pavilion Master Murong!" Zhou Yi chuckled, "Besides, I have great respect for our handsome, wise and brave Pavilion Master Murong! I came south this time just to meet my idol!"
At this point, Zhou Yi looked up and down at the pretty Murong Yanran: "Originally, I thought that a vulgar person like me would be kicked out before I could even enter the gate of Huanshi Water Pavilion! Now that I have your golden ticket of immunity from death, I feel relieved!"
"You... don't... cough cough cough..." Dugu Cheng on the ground immediately became nervous when he heard Zhou Yi's somewhat inappropriate words, and struggled as if he wanted to get up from the ground.
Zhou Yi glanced at Dugu Cheng with a lowered eyebrow and said with a smile, "Don't get angry. I'm not interested in men, but you can go back to the Murong family and tell me that you have long admired the name of Xiaoxiang Pavilion Master Murong Chunqiu and that you will come to visit him in person at the gate of Huanshi Water Pavilion in three days. But what? Miss Murong will stay with me for the time being and accompany me to appreciate the scenery of Jiangnan! What do you think, Miss Murong?"
Murong Yanran smiled and bowed to Zhou Yi, saying, "Yanran will do her part as a host!"
“Yanran… . . . ”
"Brother Dugu!" Murong Yanran turned around, looked at Dugu Cheng with a serious face, and said in a deep voice: "It's getting late, why don't you go back and tell my elder brother!"
Dugu Cheng looked at Murong Yanran's determined expression, and his face became varied, with expressions of self-blame, sadness, and unwillingness. Finally, he glared at Zhou Yi fiercely, turned around and quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests.
Looking at his departing figure, Zhou Yi touched his chin helplessly and said puzzledly: "Why do I suddenly feel like the villain in Qiong Yao's drama who cruelly breaks up two lovers?"
Qin Ge on the side rolled his eyes at Bai Zhouyi and said in a choking voice.
"You just knew it!" (To be continued)