Chapter Ten: The Wind of That Sword

  "Let me experience the renowned Quanzhen swordsmanship for myself." Ling Mu Yun sneered, leaping forward with a swing of his sword.

  His move didn't seem to be a big deal, but it instantly shocked Yin Zhiping. It turned out that Ling Muyun's movements were extremely fast, far beyond his expectations. With just one step forward, he had already surpassed the long sword that Yin Zhiping had thrust out and was now in front of him. Immediately after, a flash of sword light appeared before his eyes, and he felt a chill run down his throat, even his neck skin feeling a slight coldness.

  Yin Zhiping was greatly shocked in his heart, knowing that if he slowed down even a little, he would probably be pierced through the throat by a sword. At this time, the long sword in his hand had already stabbed to the outer periphery, and it was obviously too late to try to recall the sword to block it. He immediately displayed a move from the "Lingluo Fanshen" of the Lingluo light body technique with almost instinct, his body shrinking down and rolling on the ground, narrowly avoiding Ling Muyun's fierce sword.

  Yin Zhiping stood up, his long sword held horizontally across his chest, and gazed at Ling Muyun with a serious expression. His heart was shocked by the terror of Ling Muyun's skills, but he also felt a hint of relief that he had followed his master's teachings to practice the Liuhangong, a relatively unconventional light body technique among the many martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect. Otherwise, he might have fallen under his opponent's sword just now.

  Originally, when the Nine Yin Scripture was first introduced to the world, it caused a stir in the martial arts community, with people competing to obtain it, leading to a series of bloody battles. As things escalated, even prominent figures such as Huang Yaoshi, the master of Peach Island, Ouyang Feng, the master of White Camel Mountain, and Hong Qigong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, got involved. To bring peace to the martial arts world, Wang Chongyang made an agreement with several other top masters to engage in a battle at the summit of Mount Hua to determine who would possess the Nine Yin Scripture. In the end, Wang Chongyang emerged victorious, defeating the other four top masters and claiming the scripture, earning him the title of one of the Five Supreme Masters.

  Wang Chongyang, after obtaining the Nine Yin Manual, did not practice the martial arts contained within it, nor did he allow his disciples to do so. However, as a renowned martial artist, Wang Chongyang couldn't help but be curious and took a look at the Nine Yin Manual, marveling at the ingenuity of its martial arts techniques and gaining profound insights. The Li Xing Quan was actually created by Wang Chongyang, inspired by the Snake Slithering Technique in the Nine Yin Manual, which is a set of movements that excel in swift and agile footwork, surpassing even the Jin Yan Gong practiced by the main disciples of the Quanzhen School.

  It's just that there are many rolling and falling moves in the Lynx-style Kung Fu, so it's inevitable to look awkward when practicing. Therefore, this light and agile movement is not favored by the proud disciples of the Quanzhen School, who value their reputation as a great sect. As a result, although this technique is extremely ingenious, few people in the Quanzhen School practice it. Not to mention the young third-generation disciples in the school, even among the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, only Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji have practiced this technique.

  Yin Zhiping was originally the same as other fellow disciples, but because of the ugly moves of the Liuhengong, he was unwilling to practice it. As a result, he was scolded by Qiu Chuji, who valued actual combat the most. He then reluctantly practiced this skill and unexpectedly used it to escape from danger this time.

  Yin Zhiping made a move from the Li Xue Gong, and Ling Mu Yun couldn't help but pause for a moment. This was because the Xiaoban Jiuyin Zhenjing he practiced recorded the Snake-Li Flip technique, which he had also studied extensively. The Li Xue Gong was created by Wang Chongyang, who drew inspiration from the Snake-Li Flip technique. It was only natural that Ling Mu Yun would find it familiar. However, after a moment's thought, Ling Mu Yun let it go. After all, his Jiuyin Zhenjing was still courtesy of Wang Chongyang, and it wasn't surprising that the Quanzhen Sect's martial arts had some similarities with those in the Jiuyin Zhenjing.

  "It's your turn, Yin. I'll take one sword from you."

  Yin Zhiping got up again, and Ling Muyun's body moved, as if a gust of wind swept past Yin Zhiping's side once more. A flash of cold light burst forth, shooting towards Yin Zhiping's chest like lightning.

  Although he had already exchanged blows with Ling Mu Yun once, Yin Zhi Ping still couldn't help but change color in shock when facing his swift and fierce sword again. He hastily sealed the gap with his sword. Fortunately, he had previously placed his long sword across his chest, so swinging it to block was just a matter of flipping his wrist, simple and quick, and he finally managed to hold it off before the sword's edge reached his chest.

  The two swords collided, and Ling Muyun's wrist shook. The sword blade that was stabbed out was deflected by Yin Zhiping. Knowing that internal energy was not his strong point, Ling Muyun naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to engage in a hard fight with the opponent. His body quickly turned around and moved to Yin Zhiping's side, the sword light flashing as it slashed towards his neck.

  Yin Zhiping, who had suffered a loss before, already knew that his swordsmanship was no match for the young man in front of him. Therefore, he did not dare to have any intention of competing with him again, and instead focused all his energy on displaying the defensive moves of the Quanzhen Sword Method. His long sword danced swiftly like the wind, its light never leaving a radius of three feet around his body. He did not seek to gain an advantage but only sought to avoid mistakes, hoping to first withstand his opponent's swift sword and wait for Zhao Zijing to arrive before joining forces with him to defeat their enemy together.

  Ling Muyun revolved around Yin Zhiping, moving non-stop, his figure fluttering swiftly, his sharp sword stabbing like flying, his moves exquisite and unparalleled, the sword light like a waterfall, the offensive extremely fierce, the moves' wonder and speed of release shocking people, in just a few breaths he had already forced Yin Zhiping to retreat repeatedly, looking disheveled, on the verge of being unable to withstand.

  At the time when Ling Muyun and Yin Zhiping were fighting fiercely on the long street, there was also a crowd of people at the entrance of the wine shop. These people were mostly diners in the wine shop, who crowded to the door to watch the excitement after seeing someone killing each other. Zhao Zhijing hid among these people, holding his long sword tightly, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, staring closely at Ling Muyun, who was showing off his skills at this time.

  Zhao Zhi didn't jump down from the second floor of the wine shop like Yin Zhiping, because he had his own plan. If he jumped directly from the second floor of the wine shop, he would inevitably be discovered by Ling Mu Yun. After the previous encounter with Ling Mu Yun, he had already seen that Ling Mu Yun was not easy to deal with, so he chose to come down from inside the wine shop and hide among the onlookers, wanting to find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack on Ling Mu Yun.

  He didn't expect Ling Muyun to be so formidable, and in just a short moment, Yin Zhiping was already on the verge of being unable to withstand it. This further solidified his determination, with the strength that Ling Muyun had shown, even if he joined forces with Yin Zhiping, he might not necessarily win, and it would be better to launch a surprise attack instead. As for whether this approach would hinder the code of chivalry, it was not within his consideration, and now he could only hope that Yin Zhiping could hold on for a little while longer, creating an opportunity for him.

  At this moment, Ling Muyun's heart was filled with great joy, and he wanted to let out a loud whoop to express the delight in his heart. A martial artist practices day after day, rain or shine, isn't it all for the sake of one day being able to wield their sword and sing proudly, laughing disdainfully among the rivers and lakes? Although he was still far from truly dominating the world and laughing disdainfully at the rivers and lakes, at this moment, with the three-foot green sword in his hand, he had beaten Yin Zhiping, that lecherous villain he had hated for generations, into such a sorry state, it made him feel an unstoppable surge of heroic passion, and for the first time, he truly felt the unbridled joy of wielding his sword among the rivers and lakes!

  Moreover, Ling Muyun's gains were not limited to spiritual comfort, but also benefited greatly in terms of martial arts. Someone once said that a soldier who has never been on the battlefield cannot be considered a true soldier. This saying can also be applied to warriors. Although Ling Muyun had previously experienced battles, his opponents were just some mountain bandits who knew a few simple and crude moves, and could not be considered as true martial artists. For Ling Muyun, this was actually his first real experience of Jianghu battle.

  Months of hard work and practice were also demonstrated and verified in this battle, Ling Muyun could feel that after this battle, his understanding of martial arts and actual combat ability would be elevated to another level. Even now, as long as Ling Muyun was willing, he could easily defeat Yin Zhiping within a few moves. Even if Zhao Zhirong, who was still staying in the tavern upstairs, were added to the mix, he could still emerge victorious with ease.

  Thinking of Zhao Zhi Jing, Ling Mu Yun's heart suddenly skipped a beat: "No, I've been fighting with Yin Zhi Ping for so long, how come Zhao Zhi Jing hasn't come down yet?"

  Ling Muyun's heart skipped a beat as he thought of this, and during the brief pause in the battle, he glanced around cautiously. Of course, this was also because he had the absolute upper hand and firmly grasped the initiative of the battle, so he dared to divide his attention. Yin Zhiping was actually also eagerly awaiting Zhao Zhijing's arrival for rescue, but he didn't dare to look around like Ling Muyun, as he was already at a disadvantage and in a precarious situation, and if he had any distraction, he would likely be killed on the spot.

  It turned out that Ling Muyun's suspicion was not wrong, and soon he found Zhao Zhi Jing among the crowd of onlookers at the entrance of the tavern. Looking at his hiding and sneaking appearance with a fierce glow in his eyes, it was clear that he had no good intentions. With a stir in his heart, Ling Muyun pretended to be unaware and quietly slowed down his attack on Yin Zhi Ping, not eager to defeat him, but instead forced him to move towards the direction where Zhao Zhi Jing was hiding.

  Just when Yin Zhiping thought he was about to collapse, he suddenly felt a slight relief from the pressure Ling Muyun had put on him. However, he didn't have the energy to think about the reason behind it, because at that moment, he was like a person who was being strangled and was on the verge of suffocation. Although the other party's hand had loosened slightly, allowing him to gasp for air with great difficulty, he was still hovering on the edge of death, struggling to survive, and didn't have the energy to guess what the other party was thinking.

  Due to Ling Muyun's overwhelming advantage, the situation was entirely under his control. Under his deliberate actions, Yin Zhiping had no choice but to follow his intentions step by step towards Zhao Zhijing's hiding place. He could only do so to slightly alleviate the pressure of Ling Muyun's sharp swordsmanship on him; otherwise, he would be pierced through by the sharp sword. To survive, he had no other option but to do so.

  Zhao Zhi Jing watched as Ling Mu Yun and Yin Zhi Ping slowly approached him, feeling that the opportunity was about to arise. He couldn't help but feel excited in his heart, and even his breathing quickened slightly. His hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightened again, his eyes fixed intently on Ling Mu Yun's body, waiting for the best moment to strike.

  At this moment, Ling Muyun and Yin Zhiping suddenly changed positions in the battle. The two people who were originally facing sideways to the crowd had become one facing the crowd and one with their back to the crowd. Interestingly, the one facing the crowd was Yin Zhiping, while the one with his back to the crowd was precisely Ling Muyun.

  "It's now!"

  Zhao Zhi Jing's eyes lit up instantly, and he burst out of the crowd like a ferocious wolf. The sword in his hand drew a bright, cold light in the air as it stabbed rapidly towards Ling Mu Yun's back. A sinister smile spread across Zhao Zhi Jing's face, as if he had already seen the scene where Ling Mu Yun was pierced by his sword and blood splattered everywhere.

  The next moment, Zhao Zhi Jing's smile suddenly froze, a kind of unbelievable panic spread across his face. Because just as his long sword was about to pierce Ling Mu Yun's back, Ling Mu Yun seemed to have grown eyes on the back of his head, and his body suddenly flashed to the side, narrowly avoiding his carefully planned sneak attack.

  What's even more deadly is that Ling Muyun, while dodging and weaving, also happened to sweep his long sword backwards, and with a subtle touch on the hilt of Zhao Zhijing's sword, he felt his momentum unstoppable, his hand moving involuntarily as his sword veered downwards, and in his shocked gaze, it stabbed towards Yin Zhiping, who was too slow to dodge, with lightning speed and precision, piercing into his crotch, and a gorgeous blood flower suddenly bloomed from the base of his legs.

  PS: Can you all understand? Would you mind giving a collection and two recommendation votes for the sake of this refreshing sword?

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