Chapter 277 Ghost Sword, Sunshine! (asking for monthly ticket)
How can the dignity of a fisherman be slandered?
A fishing rod, some bait, sitting quietly by the river, waiting for the moment when a fish takes the bait.
What joy this is!
What a fortunate thing this is!
This is the most joyful and exhilarating thing in the world!
Therefore, even though Chen Yi saw the group of fish circling the fishing hook, he still disdained to use his true energy to lure them onto the hook.
Such a broad and boundless mind is something that Liu Lang, who never fishes, would never understand.
Of course, Chen Yi didn't intend to lecture him on these things.
Let's see who's truly capable.
Whoever has the bigger fist has the bigger reason.
Liu Lang was unaware of these things; he simply felt that Chen Yi, who had put away his fishing rod, had changed.
The originally calm atmosphere was instantly turned into a raging storm.
Like a vortex, it draws in the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth.
As I watched...
Liu Lang's expression gradually became excited. He suppressed the trembling in his heart, took off his straw hat and threw it aside.
"Boss, I hope you will give it your all in today's duel!"
"I am extremely grateful!"
Chen Yi neither agreed nor disagreed, putting down his fishing rod. With a flick of his wrist, a simple steel knife appeared in his hand.
"You need to master the art of the sword first."
As soon as he finished speaking, his sword intent dissipated.
The Embroidered Spring Knife Technique cannot be simply categorized as either fierce and domineering or agile; rather, it emphasizes simple and direct moves.
Steady, accurate, and fast.
Therefore, Chen Yi's sword intent was also like this—overbearing, yet brimming with killing intent.
In contrast, Liu Lang was provoked by the sword intent, and his right hand unconsciously gripped the hilt of the sword in a "yin hand" manner.
Slowly pull it out.
He then lowered his body and placed the back of the knife across his left forearm.
A violent sword intent then erupted.
As the saying goes, there are no wrong titles, only wrong names.
Liu Lang's sword, just like his name "Sword Maniac," is domineering, sharp, and unstoppable.
"Apart from my master, I fear no one when it comes to swordsmanship!"
Chen Yi watched his figure, twirled his sword, and stepped forward.
As he approached, he calmly said, "Today I'll teach you that being too rigid leads to breaking."
The next moment, he was already beside Liu Lang.
The man arrived, and the knife fell.
Liu Lang roared, "Good! You've come!" and parried with his sword.
clang.
A powerful and heavy slash landed squarely on the precious sword in Liu Lang's hand.
Two beams of light shot out, cleaving the trees a hundred feet away in half.
Liu Lang seemed to have not expected the power of Chen Yi's strike. His straight back suddenly slumped, and he knelt on the ground.
But instead of feeling defeated, he excitedly shouted:
That's awesome!
Then, he swung his sword upwards, forcing Chen Yi back a step.
With both hands gripping the hilt, he flipped his wrists and slashed diagonally down.
Chen Yi dodged to the side, swung his knife and tapped the blade, saying calmly:
"Your knife isn't fast enough, hard enough, or wild enough."
A fierce look appeared on Liu Lang's face. "Again!"
As he spoke, he used the power of the long sword Chen Yi held in his hand to quickly turn around and slash out with two cross-shaped slashes.
A fleeting moment of brilliance.
Chen Yi remained unmoved, one hand behind his back and the other wielding his knife to thrust forward.
The intent of the blade solidified and transformed into a silvery-white blade light.
With a single move, he shattered the cross-shaped sword intent.
Undeterred by his missed attack, Liu Lang closed in and concealed his long sword with his body.
In a half-turn, he pulled away and slapped the upper body.
Chen Yi had already sensed something was amiss, his eyes fixed on him without blinking, his steel knife precisely touching the blade of the long sword.
The sword intent, carrying the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, collided with Liu Lang's sword intent.
clang.
The scattered sword intent struck the surroundings.
The soil and rocks collapsed, and trees were blown away, causing two feet of soil to disappear within a radius of ten feet.
This time, Liu Lang didn't stop at all, gripping his sword with both hands and attacking Chen Yi from all sides.
Every strike was aimed directly at the vital points.
Chen Yi remained motionless, still holding the knife in one hand.
Ren Liulang's sword flashed, but he only needed one strike to cut through it.
The two were at the same level in swordsmanship, and their sword techniques were similar.
Although their sword intents differ, in a duel, they are almost evenly matched.
With his strength, true energy, and sword intent all at a disadvantage, Liu Lang was naturally no match for Chen Yi.
In particular, the two are different in other aspects as well.
Chen Yisheng is well-rounded, and with the profound blessing of [Martial Arts - Saber], he can see through Liu Lang's saber technique and the mystery of saber intent at a glance.
They are better able to see through its flaws.
He always managed to strike Liu Lang's weak points with minimal cost, restricting him in every way.
I feel extremely uncomfortable.
But Liu Lang had been wandering the martial world for many years and had rich experience in battle.
In particular, he is extremely resilient and not easily swayed by temporary gains or losses.
After discovering that ordinary moves were useless against Chen Yi, he used multiple sets of sword techniques.
Sometimes domineering, sometimes agile, sometimes bizarre, and so on.
However, after about fifteen minutes of fighting, Liu Lang realized that he was unlikely to pose a threat to Chen Yi.
"Boss, you forced me to do this."
Afterwards, Liu Lang no longer aimed to defeat Chen Yi, but instead resolved not to lose in the swordsmanship that Chen Yi was best at.
Even if it means resorting to underhanded tactics, he will force Chen Yi to use his terrifying gun skills.
After a few moves, Chen Yi saw that his moves hadn't changed at all and couldn't help but laugh:
"so what?"
"They're here!"
Liu Lang's knife was blocked by Chen Yi, but a look of triumph appeared on his face.
Then, with a slight tremor of both wrists, he swiftly unleashed several more slashes with minimal amplitude.
Chen Yi saw this and realized his intention. "Heh, relying on the sharpness of your precious sword, you think you can bully my steel blade?"
But just as he was about to draw his sword and withdraw it, a golden light flashed before his eyes—
[Daily Intelligence - Superior Mystic Rank: At 11:15 AM, bandits under the Peacock King's Banner from Vaishsa Kingdom hold a night meeting with Liu Hong, the Provincial Governor of Shu Prefecture. A small amount of good fortune may be obtained.]
Chen Yi was stunned when he saw the contents, and his movements slowed down a bit.
With a clang, the steel knife in his hand was severed by Liu Lang.
They succeeded in one strike.
Liu Lang instantly retreated ten zhang, stood up straight, exhaled, and said with a smile:
"Boss, your knife is gone."
Chen Yi did not respond to him, but looked up and glanced at the content on the screen again.
Then, he glanced slightly towards the direction of the prefectural city and said thoughtfully:
What's meant to happen will happen.
“That’s right, that’s right. You only have an ordinary longsword. How could you possibly be my match?”
Seeing that Liu Lang had misunderstood, Chen Yi glanced down, then threw away the broken knife and instead pulled open his left sleeve.
"As you wish, but..."
He paused, then brandished his spear, looked at Liu Lang, and raised his head slightly to ask:
"You can't even break my blade, why bother trying to understand my spear technique?"
To everyone's surprise, Liu Lang shook his head and said with a hint of excitement, "No, it's different."
“When you use the knife, I can’t use my full strength, or I will hurt myself or others.”
“But once you use that gun, I won’t have any reservations.”
As Liu Lang spoke, he took a deep breath, straightening his posture and breathing.
Even his sword intent, aided by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, became more solid and profound.
The sword intent, seemingly tangible, coiled around him in circles.
Twisting and shifting like a snake.
The violent shaking shook the surrounding天地灵机 (heaven and earth spiritual energy).
After doing all this, Liu Lang's eyes turned completely black, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Boss, be careful."
“When I challenged General Jinghong to a duel before, I did not use this strike.”
"It was because I felt I couldn't control the blade at that time, and I was also worried that I would hurt General Jinghong."
"Now... this strike should allow you, boss, to use the gun technique."
His figure twisted and contorted with the intent of the sword, sometimes elongated, sometimes shortened, sometimes widened, sometimes narrowed.
It was just like a vengeful ghost.
Chen Yi glanced at it and asked, "Is this a true inheritance from your master, Dao Gui?"
"yes!"
Liu Lang nodded emphatically, gripped the precious sword with both hands, and the sword intent around him wrapped around the blade.
"My master once said that the 'Ghost Blade' is so domineering that it is like a hundred ghosts walking at night, which is against the harmony of heaven and earth."
"They don't let me use it easily."
"But with your martial arts skills, boss, I have no worries."
Chen Yi chuckled softly, shook his head, and said, "You really think highly of me."
Then, he straightened his expression, and a dazzling golden light emanated from his body.
The unparalleled sharpness of the spear seemed to pierce the sky and soar straight into the heavens.
Then, dark clouds gathered in the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye.
boom.
Rumble.
Amidst the thunderous roar, golden lightning twisted and swirled within the clouds, illuminating an area spanning ten miles.
But all that could be seen was thunder and lightning; not a single drop of rain fell.
On the contrary, the Chishui River not far away was being whipped into waves by the fierce wind.
Upon seeing this scene, Liu Lang revealed a smile, which looked quite ferocious against the backdrop of the sword intent surrounding him.
"Thank you so much, boss!"
The next moment, Liu Lang transformed into a ghostly afterimage.
Body and sword become one.
Then, ghostly figures began to appear.
Each one was ferocious and terrifying, each one howled like the wind, like thousands of ghostly figures covering the sky.
It enveloped Chen Yi.
Furthermore, that extremely domineering sword intent was also tearing apart the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him.
A gust of wind was squeezed out and blew fiercely in all directions.
Trees fell, stones scattered, and even the once calm Chishui River nearby began to churn with waves.
"Ghost Blade - Slaughter of a Thousand!"
Seeing this, Chen Yi's expression became even more serious, staring intently at the shadowy figures in front of him.
He glanced around, his gaze landing on one of the ghostly figures, and shook his head, saying:
"Your strike technique isn't up to par."
As sharp as the intent of the blade may be, if the person wielding the blade cannot leave no trace, then that blade will become a weakness.
"However... if I were to break your attack with this, I reckon you wouldn't be satisfied, heh..."
As he spoke, Chen Yiling stepped into the air and soared upwards.
With his hand moving at will, he held the butt of the spear in one hand, pointing it straight at the sky.
Click!
A golden bolt of lightning struck down from the dark clouds in an instant.
Using the tip of the spear as a focal point, the spear was dyed gold, which also gave Chen Yi a golden glow.
Then, a great golden light shone brightly around him.
It not only completely engulfed his figure, but also swallowed up the swarming "ghosts" that attacked from all around.
Everything was silent.
a long time.
As the golden light gradually faded, the ghostly figures around them disappeared.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the wind and waves subsided.
Chen Yi stood in mid-air, one hand behind his back, the other holding a gun and pointing it diagonally towards the Chishui River, his eyes looking down at Liu Lang below.
In contrast, Liu Lang was already kneeling on the ground, looking up at him in a daze.
His clothes were torn, and he was half-naked.
"Boss, what's the deal with that shot?"
"Falling Dragon Spear, Sunrise."
It is also the best of his four ultimate moves after his marksmanship broke through to the Heavenly Rank.
"Yoshi...I admire you..."
A satisfied smile appeared on Liu Lang's face before he tumbled and fell to the ground.
Chen Yi glanced at it, shook his head, put away the spear, and landed beside him.
Just as he was about to take out the specially prepared silver needles to treat his wounds, he suddenly heard some noises coming from afar.
He had no choice but to carry Liu Lang on his shoulder and speed downstream along the Chishui River, intending to make a big detour before returning to the prefectural city.
"If you die, don't blame me for being ruthless."
There's no other way.
That move of the Sunburst Spear Technique just now was too loud.
Even though they were two hundred miles away from the city, they had already attracted quite a few people.
Apart from the garrison troops stationed in the outer camps that are closer to the city.
There were also those martial arts practitioners who came to Shuzhou to wait for the White Immortal.
Among them are many people with profound cultivation.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, several figures rushed here.
There were elderly men with wrinkles, beggars dressed in tattered clothes, and handsome young swordsmen.
They arrived one after another, glanced at each other, and then looked in the same direction.
—Outside the Chishui River channel, there was a deep pit, hundreds of feet wide.
Gushing river water seeped in from a hole on one side.
In a short while, several feet of river water filled it up.
The old man stared at the crater, his brow furrowed: "Spear intent..."
The ragged beggar picked his nose, looked around, and said:
"In the entire Shu Prefecture, the only person I've heard of with such skill in spear fighting recently is that one from a few days ago, right?"
The handsome swordsman nodded, “'Dragon Spear' Liu Wu.”
But what he was really focused on wasn't those things; he was looking at the lingering sword intent inside the pit.
Taking advantage of the fluctuations in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, his sword intent carefully touched it.
bite.
After a crisp sound, a wisp of black blade energy flashed past.
The handsome swordsman tilted his head slightly, but still couldn't completely avoid the sword energy.
A noticeable scar appeared on his cheek.
Spots of blood oozed out.
"Such a strange and unpredictable sword intent... I feel like I've heard it somewhere before..."
The beggar glanced at it, grinned, and said, "How novel! You, a swordsman, can't even recognize this strike?"
The handsome swordsman pondered for a moment, then exclaimed with realization, "It's him!"
"Senior 'Knife Demon'!"
The old man nodded slightly, looking at his face and said, "Ever since 'Knife Demon' Chu Xiudao was defeated by 'Sword Saint' Li Wudang more than ten years ago, he has not appeared in the martial arts world for a long time."
"The one who used this strike must be his successor."
“I’ve heard of ‘Sword Madman’ Liu Lang.”
The handsome swordsman looked at the pit below and sighed, saying, "It's a pity I've never had the chance to see it."
The beggar glanced at him and sneered, "So what if you saw him?"
"Can you withstand this strike?"
Upon hearing this, the handsome swordsman pursed his lips and shook his head after a long while.
"Can't be stopped..."
...
Outside the south street of Shuzhou Prefecture, at the Liu residence.
The quiet back courtyard was illuminated by only two lamps.
The guards who had been protecting the area were all dead, lying sprawled on the ground.
In the study.
Liu Hong sat at the table, looking at the person in front of him with a solemn expression.
"I never expected that King Lando would send you here."
The newcomer was dressed in all black and was of small stature.
Beneath his short, gray hair was a face that was almost skin and bones, and his triangular eyes had red pupils.
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of blackened teeth, and said in a sinister voice:
"His Majesty has lost a brother and has sent me here to investigate. I hope Lord Liu can lend a hand."
Just as Liu Hong was about to answer, the study suddenly lit up for a moment.
He turned his head slightly to look out the window and saw golden lightning in the distant sky, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"You should know that Lü Jiunan was killed by 'Dragon Spear' Liu Wu."
The newcomer followed his gaze, and the bloodshot in his triangular eyes deepened.
"Now that I'm here, 'Dragon Spear' is doomed."
"But His Majesty has summoned me here on another matter..."
He looked at Liu Hong, his expression turning icy: "Lord Liu Hong, you promised to hand him over to the barbarian Asutai..."
Where is he?!
(End of this chapter)
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