An Jing's longsword twirled in his hand, creating a series of sword flowers.
The Nine-character Sword Technique! The Lin Character Secret!
"Clang clang clang clang!"
As the blade and sword clashed, sparks flew, and a series of explosive sounds created waves of Qi force.
Not far away, Mu Jie felt his heart surge, his body seemed to separate from his soul, an out-of-body experience.
Was the knife or the sword faster!?
Mu Jie strained to look ahead.
Under the moonlight, the sword light was so dense it shielded An Jing completely. The incoming knife light, like moonlight, was wholly blocked without a trace missing.
Tieyun Mountain's initial move missed, and his inner strength surged like a mighty river, all channeling into his arms.
"Buzz buzz!" "Buzz buzz!"
The powerful fluctuations of inner strength caused the surrounding Qi to emit sounds, and even the wine pots on the table began to crack.
His chilling twin blades, infused with inner strength, exuded a terrifying cold light.
Tieyun Mountain's clothes fluttered without wind, one knife held horizontally in front of his chest, the other behind his neck, then his hands swung out in unison.
In an instant, it was as if moonlight poured out, with a blade light flashing within it.
Tieyun Mountain was wild, and naturally, his knives were wild too. The experts who had perished under his blades had forged his arrogance.
The Full Moon Scimitar! Moon Over the Western Tower!
The wind stirred, sharpness unparalleled, in the sky and earth, a single glint of light falling from the heavens, as if to cleave the earth in two and reduce it to fragments.
"This... this is an Upper Three Grades expert?"
Mu Jie's face showed a moment of stupefaction.
A life-and-death duel between Upper Three Grades experts!
It was not often seen in Jianghu.
There were many rumors in Jianghu, but few had truly witnessed them, and Mu Jie was fortunate to be one of them.
Unfortunately, this knife-and-sword clash, this solitary grandeur, only he saw it.
An Jing's expression was composed, like a calm well, but his sword drew out silently.
The longsword's clear, crisp blade emitted a light hum, like a solitary boat drifting on vast waves.
"Whizz!"
Sword light spread out like a rising sun under the night sky.
The Nine-character Sword Technique! The Dou Character Secret!
The longsword pointed, and the still moonlight gradually dispersed.
On the ground, a long, narrow sword mark appeared, then a second, a third...
"Bang!"
A booming sound echoed, everything around turned to dust.
Mu Jie's face became deathly pale, and he frantically retreated backward.
In the midst of the smoky waves, the two figures continued their battle, blade and sword light intertwining and becoming indistinguishable, reaching a fever pitch.
"You have used your move, now receive my sword." An Jing said calmly.
Hearing An Jing's words, Tieyun Mountain's heart leapt to his throat.
No one understood better than him the terrifying prowess of the swordsman before him.
An Jing's longsword slid like a goat's horns, elusive and deadly.
His swordsmanship was peculiar, almost unmatched in the world.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Tieyun Mountain was terrified, quickly crossing his twin blades to shield his chest.
Strong!
Too strong!
Mu Yun in the distance was profoundly shaken.
A seemingly casual strike was remarkably mysterious.
"Clang clang!"
The violent clash of metal echoed, like being struck by a heavy hammer. Tieyun Mountain's head spun, yet he felt a sense of near-death relief.
Blocked it!
"Pfft!"
But in the next moment, a sword light, from who knows where, pierced his throat.
His eyes held disbelief. He had seen the sword light and firmly blocked it. Why did he still die?
The Hidden Sword Skill!
The Hidden Sword Skill, though seemingly an entry-level technique, was not mastered by ninety-nine percent of swordsmen.
The Hidden Sword Skill hid not the sword but its sharpness and the killing intent in the heart.
When others let their guard down, at the crucial moment, the concealed swordsmanship would surge out, delivering the fatal strike. This was the true essence of the Hidden Sword Skill.
"Gurgle---!"
"Fi... Fi... First Grade..."
Tieyun Mountain's eyes gradually lost their light, as blood flowed from his throat and he collapsed with a thud.
Mu Jie, witnessing this scene, was petrified.
Fast!
Too fast!
Moments ago, in the blink of an eye, Tieyun Mountain had fallen.
Knife fast or sword fast?
Mu Jie, as the witness, felt there was no comparison.
He wanted to shout, but found his throat caught as if something was stuck.
An Jing did not sheath his sword but looked toward a distant rooftop.
"You have a swift sword, sir!"
A soft voice echoed, revealing a figure on the distant rooftop, holding a red longsword, with a faint blood glow on it.
The Futu Sword!
This was the famous sword of Rash in Jianghu, the Futu Sword.
The figure, clad in black, hidden in the night, their shape and features obscure.
This was Tan Yun.
Her heart was shocked. This person had killed Tieyun Mountain and, in fighting him, still noticed her presence.
This person was no ordinary expert.
"I don't care who you are or why you're here, but I don't want to see you again," An Jing said coldly, looking at the figure.
"Get lost!"
He waved his longsword.
The resulting sword light created terrifying waves, like a sweeping tide falling from the heavens.
"Clang clang!"
Tan Yun caught the sword strike, inner strength raging within her.
First Grade!
This person was a First Grade expert!
Tan Yun was deeply shaken, not daring to stay, and fled as a black shadow into the distance.
"She runs quite fast indeed!"
An Jing silently sheathed his longsword. If she had been a moment slower, he wouldn't have hesitated to kill her.
But Mu Jie, who had been watching, wasn't so lucky. His once fair and handsome face now bore a bloody scar.
"Sen... Senior, I... I am..."
Mu Jie's heart seemed ready to leap out of his chest.
"This scar is my gift to you, a mark of honor for your life,"
An Jing did not even glance at Mu Jie and walked away leisurely, just as he had come.
This scar, my gift, is your honor for life... these words echoed constantly in Mu Jie's ears, seemingly tearing his heart apart.
An Jing walked unhurriedly, disappearing from the Yu State headquarters.
It wasn't until several moments after An Jing left that Mu Jie finally reacted, collapsing to the ground like a puppet without strings.
After a long while, he gasped and shouted, "Quick! Someone come! Master Tie... Tie was killed!"
An eerie silence surrounded him, no one responded, the place felt like a desolate land.
"Could it be..."
Mu Jie froze, a horrified expression dawning on his face.
The Yu State headquarters had been bloodily purged...