"What's interesting?"
"The spoils were not divided equally. Perhaps the owner of the house couldn't count them properly," Luo Jiujiang replied nonchalantly. Xie Chuncan sneered at this playful response and was about to say something mocking when he felt his fingers, which had been resting on the pitch-black iron, suddenly go empty!
However, Luo Jiujiang easily diverted Xie Chuncan's attention, and with a flick of his wrist, he pulled out the knife and swung it out.
"Don't worry, brother Xie. The worst that can happen is that I can carve a Buddhist nun out of stone for you. I won't let you live out your life in loneliness."
Before Luo Jiujiang's loud laughter faded, the knife shadows had already merged into one, and the blade, like the night, burst into a deep black light, which instantly spread out from the center like a sharp wind, and accurately brushed across the sixteen clam shell patterns. The knife energy was as sharp as lightning, but it did not cut off a single stone chip, which showed how accurately he controlled the strength.
I don’t know if it’s because Luo Jiujiang was particularly resolute and decisive this time, the stone wall’s reaction was surprisingly fast.
In the blink of an eye, Xie Chuncan saw the original sixteen patterns morph into two hundred and fifty-six. Each shell remained the same size, its center of gravity unchanged, but the patterns on the four walls spread out a bit, and the shape they formed became narrower and longer. This rapid growth was so rapid that it practically drove him crazy.
Xie Chuncan sighed: "You..."
"Thank you, brother, for another look." Luo Jiujiang blinked, "It's not over yet."
The smile in those words still lingered, and Luo Jiujiang rose up, dancing with his sword like a dragon. For a moment, Xie Chuncan's ears and eyes were filled with that dark light.
Luo Jiujiang moved so quickly, Xie Chuncan didn't even have time to stop him before he unleashed his sword like a mad dog. Xie Chuncan's breath caught as he stared at the evenly spreading blade shadows, like sharp cones, and the pattern that instantly swelled from 256 to over 60,000. He had no other thoughts than to pull this bastard down and beat him like a spinning top.
A wave of things surged across his field of vision. Xie Chuncan blinked numbly and began to think about whether the mechanism outside the stone chamber was fatal or not, and how likely it was that he could dig a hole in the stone chamber and run away.
"It is just as I expected." Luo Jiujiang's sword was effective, so he didn't say anything more. He simply put the sword down on the ground and stared at the walls with a look of relief in his eyes.
Xie Chuncan looked up to the sky and sighed deeply, as if he had given up all hope. He turned and stared at Luo Jiujiang, saying woodenly, "It's come to this... Oh well, what about the nun you promised me? Make her look kind and gentle. After all, we'll be spending the majority of our lives together. I don't like the angry, three-headed, six-armed look."
"Brother Xie, don't worry." Luo Jiujiang flicked his blade. "The real show is just about to begin. If this fails, I will carve out the Eighteen Arhats for you to make amends. One round will take you half a month."
"Don't do that yet." Xie Chuncan was quick-witted and resolutely stopped Luo Jiujiang from striking again. "Just now I thought you were still young, but now it seems I'm too old. Jiujiang, explain to me, a frail old man who's almost twenty years old, what you did. I'm so confused and bewildered."
"We fell because of my 'Chaos Snowfield' move." Luo Jiujiang didn't seem annoyed at being stopped. In fact, he had become increasingly calmer now that he had figured out the key to this move. "I didn't understand it at first, but now I understand it all. Brother Xie doesn't understand swordsmanship, so he's confused."
Compared to Xie Chuncan, Luo Jiujiang not only knows about swords, but also has the ability to dream.
While unconscious, he was lost in thought, watching the "Rampant Snowfield" attack he had unleashed. This attack had been the focus of his mind these days. When he was cornered, he had abandoned all rules and flowed purely from his heart. His original purpose was to break the barrier of this deadly land.
In order to ensure that the power of this sword is strong enough to hit the target in one go, Luo Jiujiang has been thinking hard and experimenting repeatedly. Finally, he combined the Pofenglu and Huifeng Bagua Steps together, which allows the sword energy to accumulate for a while before actually falling on the target and making a round circle.
He had been thinking about this move day and night, and was already very familiar with it. He had perfected it while unconscious while being treated in the stone chamber, and he was even more proficient in it. Because of this, when the sixteen clam shells suddenly appeared on the wall, he recognized the location of the images, which coincided with the location of his "Random Snowfield" blade.
With this tentative thought in mind, Luo Jiujiang struck twice. As expected, the patterns on the four walls, though spreading out, remained narrow and slender, like a single knife mark. The pattern on the ceiling also converged at a single point, perfectly suiting his intention for this move.
"So, Brother Xie, do you understand?" Luo Jiujiang said with a calm smile, "I guess the owner of this place didn't mean to make things difficult for us. On the contrary, he invited us to the underground palace. Not only did he save our lives, but he also provided us with a timely help in our escape plan and helped me fill the gap in the 'Chaos Snowfield'."
"Judging from the range of my sword's impact, the clamshell image extends all the way here, and there's no room for any increase or decrease. Therefore, I bet that with this strike, you and I will be able to escape from the wall."
Luo Jiujiang stared intently at the center of the stone slab above him, his voice firm and resonant. The next moment, he stepped on the stone slab and leaped into the air. With a long, clear whistle, his blade swept across the stone wall like the wind, striking a single point with all his accumulated energy. A dull, resonant sound echoed from all four walls, and the prisoner's tiny stone chamber crumbled in the blink of an eye.
"It's out." Luo Jiujiang raised his eyebrows and smiled triumphantly. But before he could hum a little tune to celebrate, the two of them started coughing at the same time, "Why is the dust so big? I didn't grind the stone into such small pieces."
The outside of the stone chamber was covered with black dust as tiny as needle tips, each particle as round as sand, floating up and down in the air, causing the two unprepared people to cough.
"What is that..." Luo Jiujiang muttered. He fanned his face with his hands twice, raised his eyes, and froze in shock the next moment.
Under the cover of the thick fog-like dust, a blue figure was vague and unclear not far away, but he could still make out it clearly.
Just a rough outline was enough for Luo Jiujiang to know who the other person was. It wasn't that he was too reckless, but they were too familiar with each other, so familiar that even if Luo Jiujiang lost half of his brain, he would still not forget that he should hold that person's hand and could never be separated from him again.
Just looking at his back is better than seeing countless people in the world.
The author has something to say: I'm back, and the busiest days are finally over... Starting today, I'll update weekly, and if possible, I'll try to update two or three times a week_(:3∠)_ Before the finals, once a week should be no problem...
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