Both were master-level swordsmen. Their fight, which appeared to be a close-quarters battle, was actually more like a game of strategy in Xiao Yuhan's eyes. Although their sword strikes were not cautious, it was clear that they were not random.
Every move was exceptionally exquisite, and Xiao Yuhan watched with trepidation. He could hardly believe that his senior brother Liu Jiantang had improved so much. The sword intent that his senior brother had taught him in previous years was vastly different from what he saw now.
When Liu Jiantang drew his sword, it seemed to contain the Great Dao, incredibly profound, yet it also seemed like an ordinary sword strike, leaving people unable to fathom its meaning.
Xiao Yuhan had comprehended Liu Jiantang's sword intent in the illusion for many years, and was qualified to watch the two fight again. It was precisely because he was qualified that he felt the two were truly powerful. If an outsider were to watch this, he would probably only sigh that it was a battle of gods and have nothing else to say.
At this moment, the two who had been exchanging dozens of blows suddenly stopped. Wen Xiao laughed three times, "Liu Jiantang, you are really good. How about this, before I draw my twin swords, if you are willing to become my disciple and join my ranks, I will spare your life, and I can also spare your Heavenly Sword Sect!"
Liu Jiantang snorted and said, "How about this, if you can kneel down and call me father before I use my full strength, I will acknowledge you as my son!"
Wen Xiao's face turned cold. "Kid, foul mouth can get you into trouble!"
"Oh? A teacher is like a father, didn't you humiliate me like this too? I'm Liu Jiantang, and you think you can be my disciple? Who do you think you are?"
Wen Xiao coldly stared at Liu Jiantang. He had been holding the crimson demon sword in his hand, but now, seemingly unwilling to say anything more to Liu Jiantang, he drew another sword. This sword was not the same as the crimson immortal sword in his hand; it was entirely blue and resembled a celestial artifact.
"Liu Jiantang, I admire your heroic courage. My crimson sword is named Fenghua, and my azure immortal sword is named Yousi. State the names of your swords!"
Liu Jiantang held his sword horizontally in front of him. "The sword I used back then was the Dragon Slayer, but it was broken and could never be repaired. This sword was originally the sword of the old hero Yang Zui on the Great Wall of Demon Control. It has drunk blood for a thousand years and killed countless demons. Although it is a celestial sword, it is extremely fierce. However, you can't see any ferocity from its appearance. I think it is fitting for that old hero. Even though in the eyes of the demons he was a demon who killed demons without hesitation, he was a righteous man with an unyielding spirit. So I call it the Hero's Sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Xiao flew over, his two swords complementing each other. With a single strike, Liu Jiantang blocked with his sword, the immense impact causing the surrounding rocks to crumble. "Liu Jiantang, do you know that heroes usually don't die a good death?"
Liu Jiantang kicked out, and Wen Xiao dodged to the side. In the instant his body twisted, he slashed down with his crimson sword, which Liu Jiantang blocked with his own. The next second, Wen Xiao turned around again and slashed horizontally with his blue immortal sword. Liu Jiantang had nowhere to dodge, so he rolled to the side to avoid the sword energy and then flew away to create distance. He then slashed out with several swords, and the sharp sword energy flew out, but Wen Xiao blocked them all.
Liu Jiantang looked back at the sword energy flying behind him, which had already leveled the mountain peaks several miles away. "Those who want to be heroes are generally not afraid of death. Those who are afraid of death cannot be heroes. I am not afraid of death, but I do not want to be a hero. I have just met an opponent who is worthy of my sword. Wen Xiao, do you know that since we first met at the gate of the Heavenly Sword Sect, I have been unable to suppress my desire to find you. I want to make you lose to my sword."
Upon hearing this, Wen Xiao burst into laughter, "Hahaha... Fine, you and I are the same kind of people. The greatest respect I can think of to give you is to kill you with my own hands and then tell everyone that you died by my hand!"
Liu Jiantang held his sword horizontally in front of him, his gaze cold and sharp. He reached out and gently stroked the blade. "I think it's still uncertain who will die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Jiantang's demeanor changed drastically. He became quiet, extremely quiet, and Xiao Yuhan, who was not far away, could clearly sense that Liu Jiantang was different from usual.
At this moment, Liu Jiantang seemed to merge into the world, and this world seemed to freeze. Even the leaves and flowers that had been slashed by their sword energy slowed down their descent.
Suddenly, Liu Jiantang swung the sword he had been holding in front of him to the side, and a sword aura landed not far away. The next second, it seemed as if countless swords were simultaneously slashing across the world, and within a radius of several miles, there were crisscrossing sword lights. The grass and trees at Liu Jiantang's feet were cut into countless fragments, and the nearest mountain peak seemed to have been slashed by thousands of swords, turning into quicksand and collapsing.
Xiao Yuhan, who was not far away, hurriedly channeled his inner energy to protect himself. He even felt that it was not enough and subconsciously summoned several defensive magic artifacts. As a result, the magic artifacts were shattered one after another, and several wounds appeared on his body. Xiao Yuhan was shocked and thought that if he had not known his senior brother and made preparations in advance, this attack would have been cut into dust.
What about Wen Xiao? Could he dodge it? Xiao Yuhan quickly observed Wen Xiao's situation.
But when Xiao Yuhan saw Wen Xiao again, she found that Wen Xiao only had a bloodstain on his face, and his clothes were not torn at all. She was surprised to see him reach out and wipe the bloodstain from his face.
"Oh? You don't seem like such a fool. Such a sword move, though powerful, must consume a lot of energy, right? Are you using it to test me?"
Liu Jiantang was also somewhat surprised. Logically speaking, such a move should have crippled the person even if they didn't die, but this man only suffered such a minor injury. However, Liu Jiantang quickly smiled. After all, an opponent who could make him so wary should have such a level of skill. "Fortunately, you can be injured, can't you? At least I've proven one thing: if I can hurt you, I can certainly kill you. It seems you are a human, unlike those demons from the Heavenly Demon Valley."
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