Episode 20: Sword Has No Emotion

  The sword light dazzled, cutting down from the sky, and the cultivation of this one-eyed man had already reached the peak of the tenth layer of the acquired realm. At this moment, he came up with all his might, taking advantage of the sneak attack, not to mention that the highest cultivation of the four people in Lu Changkong's line was only at the ninth layer of the acquired realm, even if it were a tenth-layer cultivator who was caught off guard, they would likely suffer greatly.

  This is their usual tactic, ordinary people would think they will only take action after counting to three, but unexpectedly they will take action ahead of time, thus being able to catch the opponent off guard.

  Lu Changkong, Huang Yijiang and the others obviously did not expect this, so they were all stunned. Only Duan Yue, who was on the side, had been prepared early. This was not because he had rich experience, but because as a master of the Innate Realm, after his spiritual power spread out, he was extremely sensitive to the aura's response. So once the opponent had the desire to make a move, the killing intent hidden in their heart would be detected by his spiritual power.

  Although he had only met these four people briefly, Duan Yue couldn't just stand by and do nothing. Everyone has their own principles, and Duan Yue was no exception. The education he received from a young age had left a solid moral barrier in his heart. Before he reached the point where he could act on impulse, not helping someone in need would only leave a dark shadow in his heart, which would become an obstacle for him to overcome in his future cultivation.

  In an instant, the True Yuan surged through his entire body. Duan Yue's hand moved slightly to one side, and with a swift motion, the long sword at his back was unsheathed, transforming into a cold gleam that shot straight towards the one-eyed man. The sword tip quivered lightly, emitting a hint of icy chill as it pierced through the air, arriving before its wielder.

  That one-eyed man was stunned, thinking that he had a heartless calculation, and could catch the opponent off guard. Unexpectedly, among the five people, there was actually someone who reacted so quickly, with sword light whizzing in to stab him, already close to his body to harm him. Now, it's turned out that he himself is somewhat caught off guard.

  In a flash of lightning, the lone man's blade flashed out, and with a slight deviation, it quietly collided with Duan Yu's green dragon sword, then slid past each other.

  "Clang!" "Whoosh!"

  In the midst of clashing steel and splattering sparks, a one-eyed man's waist was slashed with a half-foot long sword mark, fresh blood oozing out, suffering some superficial wounds.

  Duan Yue secretly lamented the loss, this sword he didn't use the Holy Spirit Sword Law, but after all his own strength far surpassed the opponent's, later to launch a preemptive attack, should have been able to kill the enemy with one blow, but unexpectedly the opponent's actual combat experience was rich, far beyond his own comparison, at the critical moment, decisively retreated, the fatal sword only brought a slight injury to the opponent.

  "Just right, let's use you to practice my sword moves." Duan Yue's mind turned quickly, since the opponent had rich combat experience and his cultivation was under his control, using him as a sparring partner was the best thing to do. He suppressed 99% of his strength, and the Qingfeng long sword changed its momentum, attacking again.

  This time, Duan Yue displayed the Holy Spirit Sword Technique. Although he suppressed his own strength, the remaining bit of strength drove the sword technique, which was still not to be underestimated. The sword energy filled the air, the sword light flashed wildly, and it seemed as if a group of stars were twinkling. Wherever the cold light reached, the sword light pierced through the air, coming with great momentum, swift and unparalleled.

  "Damn it, how can this kid's swordsmanship be so high?!"

  Duan Yue had a hidden intention, and the one-eyed man naturally couldn't see Duan Yue's true strength, but he was still shocked by the fluency and precision of the swordsmanship displayed by Duan Yue. His scalp felt numb, and his eyes immediately revealed a fierce glint. With a swift motion, his large knife flashed towards the center of the cold stars in the sky, seeking to destroy his opponent's sword momentum, or else the situation would be unfavorable for him.

  Little did he know, it was better for him not to have made a desperate move. As soon as he did, the Star River changed and transformed, the sword's momentum shifted, majestic like a mountain, just like a great mountain crashing down with a loud rumble.

  "Ah!"

  A blow full of power was actually crushed by the majestic sword momentum, and the one-eyed man was suddenly shocked and lost his color. His feet kicked the ground and hastily retreated.

  "Jian San!" Duan Yue shouted coldly, taking a step forward. Wherever his gaze fell, sword light flashed, like a shooting star falling from the sky, bringing with it a streak of flowing light that sped across the air.

  The only eye of the one-eyed man suddenly flashed with a fierce light, his true energy surged and poured into the big knife, which fiercely chopped towards Duan Yue's sword tip. He angrily shouted: "You detestable little ghost, go to hell for me!"

  "Boom!"

  The top martial artist of the tenth floor. The true energy cultivation is indeed not to be underestimated, a knife that slashes through the air with full true energy, falls on the ground, and amidst the flying mud and stones, leaves behind a groove that is several feet long.

  "Hah!"

  Duan Yue's sword shone with a dazzling light, flashing with an intimidating cold glow. Although it came with great momentum, at the moment when the one-eyed man's large knife fell, it suddenly flashed and turned, and the bright sword light flashed by, the sword tip pierced into the one-eyed man's neck, directly penetrating his body, clean and neat.

  Although he had suppressed most of his power, the innate was still innate, and with the sharpness of the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship, the one-eyed man only managed to withstand two swords, and by the third sword, he could no longer hold on.

  The day after tomorrow, a top martial artist who was about to enter the Xiantian realm was killed by Duan Yu with just one sword, as easily as killing a chicken or duck, and also made Duan Yu initially understand the strength of this Xiantian master.

  A handful of fresh blood splashed, Duan Yu retrieved his three-foot green sword. In this brief moment, a strange thought arose in his heart: killing people and killing demon beasts seemed to be not much different?

  But immediately, the face hidden behind the veil turned pale, took a step back with a stumble, and felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

  "I won't kill him, he'll kill me, I won't kill him, he'll kill me, I won't kill him, he'll kill me..." Struggling to calm down the chaotic thoughts that surged out after killing for the first time, he looked around and found others already fighting together. Seven or eight fierce men were surrounding Lu Zhang and his four companions, constantly attacking them. The sound of clashing weapons was like stir-frying beans, a continuous "ding ding dang" ringing in his ears.

  "Get out of my way!" Lu Changkong's cultivation was the highest, his palms chopped out in a linked sequence, instantly stunning several people. However, two fists were no match for four hands, and with the opponent's cultivation being above the Seventh Layer of the Post-Heaven Realm, he was able to stun those few people but his own left arm was also slashed. He was enraged, and the long sword at his waist suddenly unsheathed itself.

  "Hiss——hiss——hiss——ding!"

  Duan Yue's eyes narrowed, his gaze falling on the swordsmanship displayed by Lu Changkong. From a low vantage point, it was difficult to discern the subtleties of the technique, but from a higher perspective, it became remarkably clear. In just one glance, he had already grasped that the swordsmanship employed by Lu Changkong could roughly communicate the rhythm between heaven and earth.

  Congenital Swordsmanship, this is a congenital swordsmanship, although the rank is not high, but it is indeed a congenital swordsmanship. If it were another martial art, it would be fine, but for swordsmanship, he himself was also cultivating Sacred Spirit Swordsmanship, so Duan Yu was particularly sensitive to swordsmanship and saw through it at a glance.

  The Innate Sword Technique is a powerful martial art that can only be comprehended by an Innate Expert, and when used, it naturally possesses the mighty power to split mountains and rivers. Even if a Postnatal Cultivator masters this technique, they still cannot fully unleash its might, but it will still be extraordinary.

  The sword light flashed and flew, cutting down three people in a row. However, when it came to the fourth person, the blade seemed to be cut on a block of hard iron, making a crisp sound, suddenly stopping, and the blade bounced back. That person only retreated seven or eight steps, his chest clothes torn open, but his body was unscathed.

  "Horizontal external skill!" Lu Changkong's pupils suddenly tightened, this horizontal exercise can make the practitioner's physical body strong and powerful, purely relying on physical strength to harden the internal martial artist. If one can reach a high level of attainment, they can even achieve enlightenment in their physical form, at which point their fists can shatter the void and their feet can split the earth, making them almost invincible. Of course, the man in front of him naturally didn't have such attainments, but relying on his horizontally exercised physique was enough to suppress himself firmly.

  That man was over two meters tall, with a strong back and waist, his whole body was muscular and rough, like a piece of iron plate, with a faint black and blue color, not like human flesh. Seeing that he had blocked the opponent's sharp sword, he let out a loud roar: "Little boy, I'm going to tear you apart!" He stretched out his hand, his five fingers were thick and strong, and he actually grabbed the blade of Lu Changkong's sword, his other hand clenched into a fist, and rushed towards Lu Changkong.

  "Damn it!" Lu Chang let out a low cry of surprise, hastily releasing his grip on the hilt and retreating backward. Unbeknownst to him, two more men had already snuck up behind him, one on each side, and were now closing in on him from both flanks.

  "Lu Shixiong!" Liu Wanying and the other two exclaimed in shock, but they were already entangled by others and couldn't extricate themselves to provide assistance.

  Just as the road was long and empty, a flash of sword light suddenly shot out, twisted in mid-air twice, and flew over. The two ferocious men's necks instantly burst forth with a puff of fresh blood, and they fell straight down...

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