Upon hearing Shangguan Haitang's exclamation, Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, and the other members of the Ming Cult all turned pale and looked towards Ximen Chuixue.
Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship was superb, and he was renowned throughout the martial arts world.
Arriving here at this time, I'm afraid their intentions are not good.
Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo frowned upon seeing this.
They had all heard of Ximen Chuixue's reputation; he was renowned in the martial arts world for his superb swordsmanship, and it was said that his swordsmanship had reached an unparalleled level.
With the arrival of Ximen Chuixue, everyone became tense.
On the contrary, Wang Yang remained calm and composed, appearing completely unperturbed.
At this moment, Yang Xiao and the others had all stood up, staring at Ximen Chuixue with wary eyes.
Ximen Chuixue didn't care at all.
His gaze shifted and landed directly on Wang Yang. He then looked at the Heaven-Slaying Sword that Wang Yang had placed on the table and immediately guessed his identity.
"Alliance Leader Wang, today is the fifteenth, the night of the full moon. Would you be willing to fight me to the death at the summit of Wuxi?"
Ximen Chuixue said indifferently.
He was a cold person, and the sword at his waist was even colder.
"Um?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yang was slightly surprised, and then stood up to look at Ximen Chuixue.
As he looked at it, he smiled calmly and said, "Since you are so interested, I will gladly keep you company."
After receiving Wang Yang's reply, Ximen Chuixue didn't say anything more and turned away with a cold expression.
After Ximen Chuixue left, Yang Xiao and the others all looked towards Wang Yang:
"Leader Wang, you...you just agreed to a sword duel with Ximen Chuixue like that?"
"This man's swordsmanship is divine; he's even known as the Sword God in the martial world. Is Alliance Leader Wang confident he can defeat him?"
"After the battle at Tahu City, Ximen Chuixue was nowhere to be seen supporting the Ming Dynasty. Why is he here now to challenge Alliance Leader Wang to a sword duel? What are his intentions?"
"Could it be that you're trying to make a name for yourself by stepping on Alliance Leader Wang?"
"..."
For a time, Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, and others made various speculations.
No one expected that Ximen Chuixue, the sword god of the Ming Dynasty's martial arts world, would come to challenge Wang Yang to a sword duel at this time.
"Young master, how confident are you in facing this Ximen Chuixue?"
Zhao Min looked at Wang Yang with a concerned expression.
Indeed, Ximen Chuixue has a great reputation. Not only has his martial arts cultivation reached the ninth level of Grandmaster, but his swordsmanship is also unparalleled.
As Zhao Min asked this question, Zhou Zhiruo looked at Wang Yang with great concern.
Seeing this, Wang Yang remained completely calm and said with a smile:
What are the odds of success?
"You'll find out tonight."
After saying that, Wang Yang ignored everyone and sat down on his own.
Not far away, Shangguan Haitang saw Wang Yang's feigned profound demeanor and inwardly scoffed:
"snort!"
"What are you pretending for?"
"This man is none other than Ximen Chuixue, the renowned swordsman of the Ming Dynasty!"
"Does he really think he's invincible?"
Although Wang Yang demonstrated great strength in the previous battle at Tahu City.
Not only did her adoptive father, Iron-Blooded Marquis, die at the hands of Wang Yang.
Zuo Lengchan, Yagyu Tajima-no-kami, and other masters of the Ming Dynasty also lost their lives at his hands.
But in Shangguan Haitang's view...
Ximen Chuixue is a sword god with unparalleled swordsmanship. He is not without the ability to fight Wang Yang.
Wang Yang seemed to disregard Ximen Chuixue.
This gave Shangguan Haitang an opportunity.
He thought that if Wang Yang could die by Ximen Chuixue's sword, that would be the best thing ever.
After hearing what Wang Yang said, Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo's eyes showed even greater worry.
He seemed worried that Wang Yang might underestimate him.
Of course, what the public didn't know was...
Wang Yang's martial arts cultivation had long since reached the level of a half-step terrestrial immortal.
In addition, he possessed countless other unique skills.
In terms of swordsmanship, there are even unique skills such as the Dugu Nine Swords, Tai Chi Sword, and Six Meridian Divine Sword.
He was just thinking that he had nothing to do, and since Ximen Chuixue had come all this way to challenge him to a sword duel, he might as well play along.
...
Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, night fell.
Seeing that it was about time, Wang Yang got up and went to the appointment.
Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, and other members of the Ming Cult, along with Zhao Min, Zhou Zhiruo, Shangguan Haitang, and several other women, followed closely behind.
The summit of Wuxi is Mingling in the Tianmu Mountains, where the forests are lush and bamboo is everywhere.
Before long, Wang Yang had led Zhao Min, Zhou Zhiruo, and others to the summit.
At this moment, the moon was high in the sky.
Under the gentle moonlight, Ximen Chuixue stood quietly.
His white robes were as white as snow, spotless, and his face was completely expressionless.
Seeing this, Wang Yang smiled faintly, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and flew straight down.
Before long, the two were standing facing each other on Mingling Ridge.
At this moment, they had become as cold and sharp as their swords.
It gives the impression that it has completely lost its human emotions.
And so, Wang Yang and Ximen Chuixue stared at each other, their eyes flashing with a cold light.
Zhao Min and the others were some distance away from the two.
Although Wang Yang and Ximen Chuixue have not yet clashed, and neither of them has drawn their swords.
However, the sword energy emanating from the two of them was already terrifying.
That sharp sword energy was originally emitted by them themselves.
What's terrifying is the people themselves, not the swords in their hands.
After staring at each other for a moment, Ximen Chuixue remained expressionless, then raised his longsword and said:
"This sword is the sharpest weapon in the world. Its blade is three feet and seven inches long, and its weight is seven catties and thirteen taels."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yang smiled calmly and replied, "A fine sword!"
Ximen Chuixue neither confirmed nor denied this, but nodded slightly and said, "It is indeed a fine sword."
Wang Yang remained calm, casually raising the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand and saying with a smile:
"This sword is forged from black iron and refined gold. It can cut a hair with a breath, and its blade is three feet and three inches long. It is named Yitian!"
Upon hearing this, Ximen Chuixue nodded and praised, "What a fine sword!"
After a slight pause, he added, which was quite rare for him:
"In this battle between us today, there is no need to hold back. A swordsman who can die by the sword of a master has no regrets."
"Um?"
Upon hearing what Ximen Chuixue said, Wang Yang was taken aback and sighed inwardly:
"I never expected that Ximen Chuixue would come to challenge me to a sword duel with a death wish."
While thinking to himself, he said aloud:
"My sword may be a murder weapon, but I don't want to kill someone who is determined to die."
Upon hearing this, Ximen Chuixue was taken aback, then asked with a slight question:
"What? Alliance Leader Wang, do you think your sword can kill me?"
Wang Yang smiled calmly and said:
"Whether you can kill him or not, why don't you try and see?"
Wang Yang had no intention of killing Ximen Chuixue.
Moreover, the reason he agreed to the sword duel was simply to have some fun with Ximen Chuixue.
Who would have thought that Ximen Chuixue was so fond of swords that he would treat every sparring match with a master swordsman as a life-or-death struggle.
Then, Ximen Chuixue didn't say anything more, but just stared straight at Wang Yang.
"Clang!"
For a moment, the longsword he held in his hand was suddenly drawn from its sheath. With a whistling sound, a sword light pierced the moonlit sky and went straight for Wang Yang.
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