"Jiujiang, if you're thinking of making me die of laughter so you can win this bet, you've miscalculated." Xie Chuncan's lips twitched, his tone odd, as if he was trying hard not to laugh out loud. "I don't know many reasons for building a foundation, but yours is the most righteous... To defend Erliang's dignity, you're truly upright."

Luo Jiujiang: “…”

Whether Xie Chuncan intended it or not, the taunts and mockery he'd received from him, all but extinguished the wielding sword energy within him. He'd always used sound strikes to disrupt others, but today, he'd been struck by a unique "sound strike" from Xie Chuncan.

Xie Chuncan sneered and drew his bow again. Whether out of habit or out of rare kindness, he murmured softly, "The flowers in the forest have faded, so quickly..."

Luo Jiujiang shuddered, and the feeling that had just retreated surged up again, almost covering Luo Jiujiang's back layer by layer.

He remembered the mysterious understanding he felt when he faced Xie Chuncan in the previous game.

As long as it's fast, as long as it's strong!

His sound killing technique had always been invincible, but today he was defeated by Xie Chuncan. This was because Xie Chuncan possessed an absolute power that Luo Jiujiang could not yet reach.

Just like when his master demonstrated the move of Pofenglu to him, he didn't need any external tools, not even a sword or any other weapon. With just one finger, he could cause a tremendous sound like thunder and lightning.

Luo Jiujiang's improved Pofenglu has transformed from a "dominant" blade that defeated the enemy with a single strike to a "fast" blade that relied on accumulated power to win. It had once suited Luo Jiujiang well in the past, but now Luo Jiujiang has reached the threshold of power.

No need for stacking, no need for fancy moves, he just needs to swing the sword!

"One slash—destroy the Wind Pavilion!"

The sky was still slowly falling with seemingly endless heavy snow, while the truly violent snowstorm was gathering on the ground.

Xie Chuncan completely suppressed the smile on his lips, and his eyes were filled with solemnity. The next moment, he shot five feather arrows simultaneously.

Still with the same speed, and still with the same force as the last attack. Five arrows were fired simultaneously, like five cold stars, fierce and menacing, yet they were broken and shattered by Luo Jiujiang's almost completely oblivious attack!

"Thank you, brother." Luo Jiujiang laughed loudly, and took advantage of the unfinished offensive to strike the snow with his palm. In a few seconds, he climbed up the branch and jumped again. His movements were as free and nimble as a white ape. In the blink of an eye, he had taken a big step closer to the treetop where Xie Chuncan was.

Xie Chuncan said nothing, but the dice in the bag around his waist rolled and bumped into each other twice.

The next moment, as if he had made up his mind, he put seven feather arrows on the bowstring!

At the same time, Luo Jiujiang's blade, as black as ink and night, was also gathering a black wind.

The sword and the arrow have not yet collided, but the momentum and spirit contained in the moves of the two men have already taken the lead in a round of confrontation, with dragons and tigers crouching, neither willing to give in!

Xie Chuncan's arrows are fast enough, and Xie Chuncan's arrows are powerful enough. Luo Jiujiang thought quietly, his current emotions calmed to the point of being almost calm: But my knife is also fast enough, and my knife force is just as strong.

He can cut off all obstacles in front of him, he can smooth out all the bumps in the road ahead, his sword can split the upside-down dragon that is circling like a dragon!

Xie Chuncan was truly an archer without weaknesses. He was agile and nimble, maintaining a commanding position, always staying far away from the battlefield. Anyone who attempted to approach or harm him would pay a heavy price. But this didn't mean the archer was without flaws—before the arrow leaves the string, it's mine; after it leaves the string, it's at the mercy of the heavens.

However, the swordsman's sword is always in the hands of the person holding the sword.

The archer's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. He was completely focused, even breathing lightly. These seven arrows represented his current peak cultivation. Once these seven arrows were released, he would no longer be able to control the entire battle, nor would he be able to shoot even one more arrow.

The dagger is revealed when the picture is revealed!

Seven feathered arrows flashed with cold light simultaneously, and these seven arrows, which had captured Xie Chuncan's entire mind, shot out in unison like meteors. Unprecedented ferocity, unprecedented speed, and also unprecedented, breathtaking beauty.

At the same time, Xie Chuncan's life force seemed to be sucked out of him, his face turning a translucent pale. He gripped his bow tightly with one hand and pressed the other against the tree trunk beside him to prevent himself from falling headfirst into the snow.

Luo Jiujiang struck almost simultaneously with Xie Chuncan. His blade was as swift as the wind, yet so swift it seemed to cut through it. His expression was like fire, so fierce it seemed to ignite it. For Luo Jiujiang, at that moment, the entire world was silent, as if there weren't seven arrows hurtling toward him, and there wasn't even a Xie Chuncan perched atop a nearby tree.

Swords and arrows clashed, but Luo Jiujiang moved forward courageously.

The feather arrows shattered in the sword energy, and the sword's force was worn away by the arrow's intent. Only the expression between Luo Jiujiang's brows was full of fighting spirit, and he was fearless as if he wanted to burn the entire snowfield to ashes.

The first arrow broke.

The wind was Luo Jiujiang's sword, and the fire was Luo Jiujiang's person. Xie Chuncan shook his head back and forth several times, the vague overlapping images in his eyes not dissipating. He saw that the wind and fire had almost merged into one, attacking him relentlessly.

The second arrow broke.

The broken arrow feathers splashed into the corner of Luo Jiujiang's eye, leaving a bloody mark the length of his little fingertip. Deep red blood slowly oozed from the wound, bright and vivid like a flowing fire snake.

The third arrow shattered.

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