Chapter 142: One Sword Dominates
Without further hesitation, the crowd charged at Xiaoyao Lang with their swords drawn. Lang Chengbo, seeing this, was about to order his men to help when Xiaoyao Lang suddenly appeared, his figure flashing like a ghost, and swiftly darted towards the group of swords flashing.
Its voice could be heard, but its whereabouts were unknown.
"I had no intention of increasing the killing."
But swords and spears were pressed close at hand.
With a flick of the green blade, a fleeting shadow appeared.
Bloodshed before my eyes only fuels my hatred.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of people coughed up blood and fell to the ground dead. His sword was so fast that only a cold, dark arc remained, each stroke precisely sealing their throats and taking their lives—this was Xiaoyao Lang's Limitless Sword Dao.
"Such swift swordsmanship!" Si Haiping exclaimed from the side. Lang Chengbo also praised, "This swordsmanship is the first I've ever seen in my life. It's both fast and accurate, each strike a fatal blow!"
The brothers of the Five Lakes and Four Seas Gang were already dumbfounded by this scene! Seeing Xiaoyao Lang's sword strike as fast as lightning, they were both surprised and delighted. They were surprised because in just a few words, his black sword had already drunk the blood of dozens of people, leaving corpses lying everywhere; they were delighted because this ruthless figure was fortunate not to be their enemy.
Xiaoyao Lang's eyebrows suddenly twitched, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes once more. "Well, now it's your turn." With that, Wu Can's sword pointed directly at Nie Han.
Nie Han was frozen in place. He had been fully prepared, thinking that his brothers could use their numbers to exhaust most of Xiaoyao Lang's internal energy, and then he could make his move at the last moment and easily take care of Xiaoyao Lang! But Nie Han never expected that in just a few moves, dozens of his underlings would have died on the spot! This outcome really caught him off guard.
At this moment, Nie Han's temples throbbed, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his temples. His eyes gleamed, his teeth clenched, and his cheeks bulged as he struggled for a long while before finally suppressing the surging fear and resentment in his heart. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Just now, seeing that you were so young and hadn't even grown your hair yet, I was going to let you have a few moves so you wouldn't say I was bullying the weak! Now it seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know your place! Today, I'll show you what the real Overlord Blade Technique is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Han gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his arm muscles bulging, and his inner energy surged violently upwards. Instantly, a gust of wind swept around them, whipping up withered leaves that whistled through the air. The golden longsword was instantly enveloped in an incomparably domineering aura, its blade trembling slightly, as if gathering the power of thunder.
Seeing this, Xiaoyao Lang was not only fearless, but also incredibly excited! The sword technique he had painstakingly studied could finally be put to the test. "Then let's go! Let's prove who's the best!" With a clear whistle, he pushed off backward with his toes, his figure soaring through the air like a startled swan. Wherever his sword passed, fallen leaves were drawn in by the sword energy, tracing a sharp and perfect arc in the air.
Nie Han was not to be outdone. With a loud shout, he burst into the air, his feet propelling him into the air, his figure drawing a perfect arc. Before the golden longsword reached him, its imposing sharpness collided with Xiaoyao Lang's sword energy, creating a sharp, piercing whistle in the air, like tearing silk or the whistling of an arrow.
With a deafening crash, the two men's swords clashed violently, causing the surrounding air to churn and ripple, sand and stones to fly everywhere, and the leaves in the forest to rustle.
Dust and fallen leaves billowed up, blurring the vision of the brothers from all corners of the world. They raised their hands to shield their eyes, yet fearing they might miss this spectacular moment, they covered their sleeves to watch the life-or-death duel between the two swordsmen.
With another turn of their stance, Xiao and Nie, amidst the clash of swords and the whistling of blades, their figures sometimes entangled in the air, sometimes falling back to the ground with dust and sand in their wake. When their toes touched the ground, dirt and stones flew up, their figures darting back and forth like ghosts, the flashing blades and shadows weaving a dense, impenetrable net.
All that could be heard were the clanging and swishing sounds of swords clashing, with sparks occasionally flying from the points of impact, bright as fireflies striking iron, casting flickering light on the faces of those around them. Everyone watched, completely mesmerized and speechless, barely daring to breathe, utterly absorbed in this spectacular scene.
After dozens of exchanges, Xiaoyao Lang felt his arm go numb and thought to himself: This person's swordsmanship is too fierce; I will definitely suffer if I fight head-on. He immediately gathered his true energy and said loudly, "I wander without a home." His figure flashed past, and his sword energy stirred up waves. "Wandering the world of Longyang," he slashed again, and Nie Han's arm was struck by a sword.
Ignoring his injuries and pain, Nie Han swung his golden broadsword, creating a great whistling sound. He cursed, "You little bastard, why are you yelling nonsense instead of taking this seriously?" As he spoke, he desperately blocked Xiaoyao Lang's lightning attack.
Xiaoyao Lang's moves and words never ceased. "The renowned swordsman intends to stir up waves in the three realms!" Another lightning flashed, sand and stones flew, and a groove was suddenly left on the ground. "The madman of the Dao dares to break through the sands of the nine heavens!" After the sword strike, Nie Han landed with a few strands of hair hanging from his right ear.
Nie Han was furious. Xiaoyao Lang's movements were too swift, and he no longer needed to fight him head-on. After a few moves, he was instantly at a disadvantage. "Do you think you'll become powerful just by reciting poetry?!" As soon as he finished speaking, the power of the Overlord Blade swept across the scene, and the surrounding ground instantly cracked and rocks collapsed.
Everyone retreated several feet to watch, but Xiaoyao Lang remained unchanged in expression and skill. "The carefree knight, wielding the broken black sword, dreams of one day becoming a great hero." Suddenly, he seemed to leap through the air like a falling leaf, his trajectory completely erratic, and in the blink of an eye, he was swooping down with his sword.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Clang clang clang..." Several crisp ringing sounds rang out as two of Nie Han's fingers gripping the knife were severed. The instant Xiaoyao Lang landed, the sword blade rose up, executing a perfect somersault, and the blade slashed upwards. With a scream of agony, Nie Han's right arm was completely severed.
"Having drunk a thousand cups of wine in the martial world," Xiaoyao Lang's figure didn't stop. Like a nimble snake, he flashed past, his sword already piercing Nie Han's heart. In the blink of an eye, it was twisted and pulled out, his figure already three zhang away. "Alone, I lie on the green mountain, drinking evening tea," Xiaoyao Lang's eyes lowered slightly. He raised his knife diagonally and swung it, and there wasn't a trace of blood left. With a casual and powerful swing, he threw the sword, which was already in its sheath ten zhang away.
With a loud "bang," the old man at the tea stall was startled again. The black sword on the table remained motionless, as if the force of its sheathing was just right, or as if it were controlled by Xiaoyao Lang.
Seeing this, Si Haiping was secretly astonished: at such a distance, how could the sword remain completely still after being thrown into its sheath? What kind of skill did he use?
Si Haiping had no idea that this was Xiaoyao Lang's self-taught sword control technique, which he had now mastered through practice. As long as his energy was directed, he could advance an inch precisely, without any deviation.
The brothers of the Five Lakes and Four Seas Gang were completely stunned. Xiaoyao Lang's final move to kill Nie Han was executed with such fluidity and speed that Nie Han's body only collapsed after Wu Can Sword was sheathed. The speed of that killing move was something they had never seen before.
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