Chapter 9: The Pure and Upright Display Their Majesty

  The black-clad men present did not expect such a sudden change and were all startled. The sharp-mouthed man saw the golden whip coming, although he was flustered, his right palm patted his waist, and a dagger popped out from his black clothes. His palm flipped over to grasp the dagger in his hand, and with a reverse swing, a silver light met the long sword that came with the wind.

  Two streaks of light, like water, touched each other, and suddenly, sparks burst out from the middle. Beautiful and magnificent, extremely dazzling. However, the few people present did not have the heart to appreciate the beauty. The sharp-mouthed man only felt that his dagger and the long sword that came with the wind collided, and something was wrong. After the impact of the collision retreated a few steps, he lowered his head and saw that his finely crafted steel dagger was now full of cracks. As the saying goes, "a hundred refinements make steel", and after a hundred refinements, it becomes fine steel. This dagger of his can be said to be very valuable, but unexpectedly, just one touch almost completely cracked it. "What is the origin of this sword? This kid's strength is not great, but his weapon is so fierce. If I present this sword to the Prime Minister, won't I be set for life?" The sharp-mouthed man thought to himself.

  Then he looked at Su Feng's eyes with a hint of greed and less caution. In his eyes, Su Feng was nothing but a mere mortal, relying solely on the sharpness of the treasure sword in his hand.

  "Little kid, your hair hasn't even grown fully and you want to learn how others save beauties?" The sharp-mouthed man sneered.

  No need to respond, there's nothing to say to such a vicious and evil person. Just now he forced out a sword move in his anxiety, but didn't draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so its power was greatly lacking.

  The sharp-mouthed man took a few steps back and roared, "Does this stinky kid still need me to take action? You go up!" Although they had just exchanged blows, he saw that Zui Feng's strength was mediocre and not one of the top masters in the martial arts world. However, he also knew that young people who traveled the martial arts world usually had some backing, and without understanding his true abilities, he didn't want to take risks.

  Some were surprised by his caution, and took a step forward to block Bi Huan's path. A quick glance showed that Bi Huan's skin was as smooth as jade, her face warm and gentle like ivory. Her facial features were extremely delicate, enough to captivate the hearts of men. Now being pursued by bandits, her complexion had added a few threads of fatigue, truly pitiful in my eyes. Originally, Su Feng still had some misgivings in his heart, but at this moment he became much more determined.

  The other two men exchanged a glance, and together raised the long knives in their hands to attack Feng. As soon as Feng saw that their weapons were just ordinary mountain-opening knives, although their arms had muscular knots and their momentum was sufficient, their movements were very sparse and did not resemble those of martial artists; at most, they could be considered rough outsiders with some external skills. Thinking of this, Feng felt much more at ease in his heart.

  With a flick of the wrist, using the Wooden Sword Style to counter the enemy. The Wooden Style is characterized by its agility and vitality, making it perfect for dealing with group attacks. It also has the assistance of Pure Yang, requiring only a victorious battle to succeed.

  "Ding... ding..." Two light sounds rang out. Chun Jun's sword flashed out, colliding with the mountain-opening knife that had come chopping down. The mountain-opening knife didn't have the same dense quality as pure steel, and its tip was instantly chipped off by Chun Jun. As the wind drew in spiritual energy into his body, it was as if he had divine assistance, and without realizing it, the power of his swordsmanship increased greatly.

  Two men in black clothes only felt a huge shock in their hands, and the tiger's mouth was numb with pain. With a blow of the wind, they gained confidence. The sword momentum on their hands changed from wood to fire. Among the five elements, fire is the most yang and fierce, while wood gives birth to fire. Wood contains fire, like an explosion, like a raging thunderstorm. Originally light and agile, the pure sword suddenly became powerful, its body rubbing against the air as if it had ignited a layer of flames. Like a meteor streaking across the sky, it was fiercely unstoppable.

  The black-clad man was also shocked at the same time, where did a half-grown kid get such momentum? The martial arts masters they saw every day may not have had such a mysterious aura. Seeing that fire sword coming like the wind, it was too late to dodge. He could only grit his teeth and use the long knife in his hand to meet it head-on.

  Another clear and crisp sword hum, overwhelmed the sound of clashing blades. The pure and sharp sword cut through iron like mud, the black-clad man's long knife was like tofu in its presence. A dull thud, then with a whoosh, the sword was sheathed and stood upright.

  "Uh..." The man in black let out a dull hum, and fell to the ground just like that. On his chest, there was a deep and long wound. Almost across the entire chest, several inches deep, the heart's pulse had been severed, it was clear he was dead.

  The two swords that were ordinary and common just harvested two lives. Before the wind had time to react with nausea or fear, it stumbled underfoot, with a sword supporting the ground, spitting out a big mouthful of blood. The sword technique that Changming passed down was profound and mysterious, even if Zui Feng Tian was a genius, he couldn't possibly understand it all in one night. What he practiced was only the outline of the outline, the skin of the skin. In order to kill an enemy with one sword, he didn't hesitate to use his full strength to urge the sword technique and draw in a large amount of spiritual energy into his body, which is why there was such a miraculous effect.

  Unfortunately, he had not practiced internal skills since childhood and had not experienced the transformation of meridians during the process of rebirth. His meridians were as thick as those of ordinary people. So much spiritual energy suddenly entered his body, which was absolutely useless. The meridians that were blown by the wind were almost burst open by the huge amount of spiritual energy, and he gritted his teeth to hold on, barely avoiding fainting. After these two sword moves, his meridians were almost completely torn apart.

  "No way, I won't fall..." With a hand supporting his sword, he saw the two corpses on the ground that he had killed, and an endless feeling of nausea surged up.

  "If I had obtained the matching mental technique, it wouldn't have ended like this. Unfortunately..." A gust of wind made her dizzy and she almost couldn't stand up anymore.

  The sharp-mouthed man was shocked and lost his color, completely unexpected that Su Feng would be so fierce, killing two of his subordinates in one go. Then he saw Su Feng injure the enemy by a thousand but suffer eight hundred self-inflicted wounds, only after suffering extremely severe internal injuries did he finally calm down. He regained his previous arrogant and domineering demeanor.

  The sharp-mouthed man took a step forward, came to Su Feng's face, looked down at him, and said coldly: "You also dare to kill my subordinate!" As he spoke, he kicked Su Feng heavily in the abdomen. Su Feng couldn't withstand the force, flew backward, and stopped only when he crashed into a tombstone, sitting on Bi Huan's body.

  Even so, he still didn't put down the pure jue sword in his hand. He also knew that the pure jue sword was his last hope. But even if the nameless sword technique was several times more miraculous, it couldn't save him from his current predicament. His internal injuries were extremely severe, and he couldn't muster any energy, let alone wield a sword to defend himself.

  "Heh heh", a sharp-mouthed man leaned over and snatched away the pure sword in Su Feng's hand.

  "No!!!" He shouted frantically in his heart, that was his last hope. When faced with despair, people must have some hope to hold on, if there is no hope at all, it's more painful than death.

  The sharp-mouthed man didn't care what Sui Feng thought, and began to examine the pure steel sword in front of him. "Looking at its color and texture, it's indeed similar to a pine wood sword, but a pine wood sword would never be so sharp. It almost shattered my fine steel dagger! Tsk tsk, this is no ordinary object. Young man, I'll take it from you now. As compensation, I'll leave your corpse intact." The sharp-mouthed man glanced at the two ancient seals on the sword, but unfortunately, he didn't recognize them due to his limited knowledge.

  He flipped the pure sword back and forth for a moment before the pointed-mouthed man finally looked down at Su Feng, who was half-lying on the ground. He chuckled to himself for a few moments before saying, "Alright, it's time to send you on your way."

  As he spoke, he picked up the Qingjun sword and aimed at Su Feng's chest with the tip of the sword, slowly stabbing him.

  "Am I going to die?" Feng Wu stared blankly at the sword tip getting closer and closer, yet he had no power to resist. But suddenly, he calmed down, as if everything was no longer related to him. What's life, what's death? "Only regrettable that I couldn't avenge my parents, couldn't fulfill my filial duty... Ah!"

  "Whatever, we're all going to die anyway, what's the point of thinking so much?" He let go of everything and waited for death with his eyes closed, no longer resisting.

  The long sword slowly approached, with a slight movement of his chest, and the tip of the sword had already pierced through his chest.

  "Savor the taste of death!" The sharp-mouthed man's face flashed with a ferocious glint, and he pushed forward with all his might, wielding the pure steel sword. "How...?!" The sharp-mouthed man's eyes widened to an extreme degree, as if he had seen something unbelievable. Slowly lowering his head, he gazed at the long sword in his hand. Originally a dull wooden color, the sword body now shone brightly, emitting a warm and gentle glow. No matter how hard the man tried, the sword in his hand didn't budge an inch.

  It didn't make sense, but somehow this was happening. A warm current flowed from the wound into his body, and the sharp pain all over his body receded, replaced by a soothing warmth that enveloped him whole. The injury he had just sustained was also rapidly healing.

  "What...what's going on?" The pointed-mouthed man was getting anxious, a vague premonition creeping over his heart. As time slowly passed, the light halo emitted by the Pure Sword grew brighter and brighter, and the hilt in his hand gradually became scorching hot. He wanted to let go, but it seemed like some inexplicable force was stuck to his hand, unable to be shaken off.

  "Little brat, what have you done? Let go quickly, or I'll kill you!" the sharp-mouthed man shouted, but anyone could see that he was just putting on a show, his psychological weakness fully exposed to the wind, and it was all just a facade.

  Sui Feng's heart was also a bit panicked, not knowing what was going on. He only felt that the pure and sharp sword inserted into his chest, if it were someone else, would have already made them grit their teeth in pain, but Sui Feng didn't feel any pain at all, instead he felt as if his blood vessels were merging together, very comfortable.

  His meridians, which were originally torn apart by the wind, were severely injured, although not completely severed. If he wanted to recover, it would be impossible without lying in bed for several months. However, just a short while later, Randeng felt that the pain in his body, like his body being torn apart, had eased significantly. A cool stream of air flowed through the warmth, repairing his injured body.

  It was about the time it took to burn an incense stick, and his limbs gradually regained their sensation. The meridians are the most important part of martial arts training, and they are very abstract, only understood through intuition and not through verbal transmission. Once the meridians are torn apart, it is extremely difficult to recover, and generally speaking, unless one has a top-grade spiritual medicine, it will take a long time to recover. This is also why the path of martial arts training is so arduous.

  The man tried many times in between, but the pure sword was like sticking to his hand and couldn't get rid of it. He had also thought about pulling the sword out of Su Feng's body, but found that the pure sword was like being cast on Su Feng's body, not moving at all. After tossing back and forth for a long time, Su Feng felt refreshed all over, while the sharp-mouthed man was exhausted.

  The warm current on the pure sword flowed endlessly, with a kind of magical ability to repair the body. Immersed in this nourishment, it was almost impossible to extricate oneself, and even when one's body had fully recovered, one wouldn't know it. What made Windy incomprehensible was that this magical warm current wasn't internal energy, but rather seemed like the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. As soon as it entered Windy's body to heal his injuries, it dispersed throughout his body and flowed into his limbs, disappearing without a trace.

  The sharp-mouthed man kept resisting, even thinking of strangling the wind. But when he came to his senses, his whole body seemed to be fixed in place, out of his control. He could only crouch like this, and later his legs were like they had been marinated in vinegar, aching to the extreme, but still not moving, without even trembling, more like a statue.

  Time passed bit by bit, and the warm flow pouring from the Pure Sword also decreased bit by bit. With the wind, he faintly felt that the sharp-mouthed man being petrified was probably related to the Pure Sword. "The ancient divine sword is indeed extraordinary, but I'm afraid that once this aura dries up, he will be able to recover and move again. It seems that I need to take action first." With the wind silently paying attention to the sharp-mouthed man, although his body was completely petrified at this moment, he remained fully focused and didn't relax in the slightest.

  He pretended to be in pain and closed his eyes, but left a small gap to secretly look at him.