While holding a chess piece between his index finger and thumb, he lightly tapped it in the air with his fingertips.
The moment the sword energy surged from his fingertips, it struck the small sword of true essence in front of him at a completely different angle, causing it to dissipate.
Moreover, the sword technique used in this strike was still the same as that of the "Thirteen Deadly Swords".
Subsequently, as the number of black and white pieces on the chessboard continued to increase, Chu Qinghe and Xie Xiaofeng made moves and countered moves in this manner.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the chess pieces were already scattered across the board.
During the process, Xie Xiaofeng began to think more deeply when making his moves, rather than making them as quickly as before.
Consequently, with each move Xie Xiaofeng made, the swordplay he unleashed as his pieces fell became increasingly exquisite and unpredictable.
At this moment, Xie Xiaofeng felt as if he could truly sense the same pressure that Yan Shisan had exerted on him from the young man in front of him.
Or rather, this sense of pressure is even stronger than the pressure Yan Shisan put on him back then.
In fact, the sword techniques of the "Thirteen Deadly Swords" were even more decisive and exquisite in Chu Qinghe's hands than those used by Yan Shisan.
Furthermore, Xie Xiaofeng also had a misconception.
That was Chu Qinghe, who was playing the chess piece opposite him. It seemed as if he had anticipated the direction of each of Chu Qinghe's sword moves.
Under such pressure, Xie Xiaofeng was no longer the ordinary old man he had been before.
Although his face remained the same, the kindness was gone, and his whole being was like a peerless sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed.
In contrast, Chu Qinghe remained calm, with that gentle, welcoming smile still on his lips.
After Chu Qinghe once again broke through Xie Xiaofeng's attack with the sword moves of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, within Xie Xiaofeng's sight, after Chu Qinghe's hand holding the chess piece in the air paused for a moment, a dense fluctuation of true essence suddenly appeared from Chu Qinghe's body.
As the true energy fluctuations manifested, the chess piece in Chu Qinghe's hand seemed to gain a layer of shimmering white luster.
"clatter!"
The next second, as Chu Qinghe's chess piece landed on the chessboard, a jet-black sword aura suddenly burst forth from it.
In the eyes of Jellyfish Yin Ji and Lian Xing, the sword energy Chu Qinghe unleashed this time was not much different from the previous sword energies.
It was even more ordinary than the sword energy generated by the "Thirteen Deadly Swords" technique.
But in Xie Xiaofeng's eyes, almost the instant he saw this sword energy, an indescribable feeling of coldness and palpitation arose in his heart.
As Xie Xiaofeng's gaze fell upon this sword aura, the surrounding breeze, the blood flowing through his body, and even the pain within him seemed to freeze upon its appearance.
"This is... the fifteenth sword strike? How could this be?"
Xie Xiaofeng's eyes changed drastically upon witnessing this scene.
According to Xie Xiaofeng's understanding, the "Fifteen Deadly Swords" is a move that evolved from the "Thirteen Deadly Swords". To activate the fifteenth sword, one needs to use the derivative moves of the previous fourteen swords one by one.
Xie Xiaofeng was certain that Chu Qinghe hadn't activated any of the previous sword techniques before unleashing the fifteenth sword.
Being able to achieve this means that Chu Qinghe's mastery of the "Fifteen Deadly Swords" has far surpassed that of Yan Shisan back then.
With the sword move before him, Xie Xiaofeng didn't dwell too much on his astonishment.
With his gaze fixed on the pitch-black sword energy, Xie Xiaofeng swiftly pointed out with two fingers like swords.
When Xie Xiaofeng pointed out with his aged two fingers, unlike the simple, clean, and swift movements before, his two fingers now pointed out extremely slowly, yet filled with an indescribable sense of naturalness.
Like a gentle breeze, it brings a sense of tranquility; like leaves falling, it is chaotic yet orderly.
The two fingers that Xie Xiaofeng pointed out seemed incredibly casual and full of flaws. Even Qu Feiyan and the other two women felt that Xie Xiaofeng's sword move when he thrust out those two fingers contained obvious weaknesses.
But upon closer examination, it was discovered that there was no loophole at all.
When Xie Xiaofeng's two fingers touched the pitch-black sword energy in the air, a fierce sword intent, as intense as the blazing sun, mixed with Xie Xiaofeng's true essence, poured out from between his fingers and then fiercely landed on the pitch-black sword energy.
At that moment, a strong gust of wind also burst forth from Xie Xiaofeng's fingertips.
The sudden gust of wind even caused Qu Feiyan and the other two women to take a step back.
When they came to their senses, Qu Feiyan and the other two women discovered that the jet-black sword intent that had remained in the air, as well as the true essence and sword intent emanating from Xie Xiaofeng's fingertips, had all disappeared.
Also vanished was the chess piece that Xie Xiaofeng had been holding between his fingers.
At the same time, in the sight of Qu Feiyan and the other girls, a drop of blood suddenly dripped from between Xie Xiaofeng's fingers and fell onto the chessboard below.
Seeing this, Qu Feiyan and the other two women immediately understood the outcome of what had just happened.
Xie Xiaofeng, the Sword God of the Divine Sword Manor, has been defeated.
However, at this moment, Lianxing, who had been watching the battle from the side, suddenly frowned.
Then, with a flick of his fingers, a wisp of special energy appeared out of thin air and covered the chessboard.
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