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A swordsman’s duel with another swordsman? People nowadays have seen plenty of that on TV and computers!
Pure martial arts, science fiction, fantasy, mystery, you na it.
But for the real martial artists in practice, a duel between swordsn isn’t actually that exaggerated. It can range from the most basic contest of strength to a slightly higher display of technical swordsmanship, and then to the master’s level with powerful Inner Strength, which many martial-arts families now recognize. That’s all they can witness, nothing more.
However, at this mont, in the vast garden in front of the villa, everyone—whether it was Flower Demon and Gen Fengsha’s group or the Yun family mbers engaged in fierce combat—beca utterly still, leaving only that one sword stroke.
The sword stroke that leapt from the tree, cleaving through the night air.
That sword stroke, more elegant than peach blossoms on flowing water, higher than the pale moon in The Blue Do.
The grass is lush and green, leaves drift from the trees, the moon in the sky is flawless.
In the instant the sword was deflected, perhaps by instinct as one who wields a sword, he sensed that the person with fluttering hair in the wind had changed.
A chilling terror, that bred his vulnerability.
This vulnerability was infinitely magnified when Demon Que’s sword tip tore through his sword.
And then...
Thwack!!!
Yun Li stood motionless, as if nailed to the spot, unable to move.
A sword flew vertically through the air, and with a snap, Yun Li’s sword plunged into the grass.
It landed not far in front of him, just behind Sui Yi.
Demon Que was stabbed into Yun Li’s collarbone, and he dared not move, knowing well that Sui Yi could easily sever his body were he to make any sudden moves.
Does it hurt?
More a numbness amidst the shock!
He glared at Sui Yi with venomous eyes but was unable to speak.
The others were even more speechless.
Perhaps it was the presence of the person before them that left them mute.
In the silence, thwack! Demon Que was withdrawn, bringing out a wisp of blood, and as everyone’s vision flashed with the remaining image, the resentful and startled Yun Li felt a slight fragrance wafting towards his nose...
A fragrance cold as ice, yet rich as cream.
A numbness spread over his body.
The bleeding had stopped!
Damn, she even stopped his bleeding! Flower Demon and Tang Hanfeng were about to explode on the spot!
But imdiately...
Yun Li’s legs went weak, and he knelt straight down on the ground, hehe, his kneeling was so crisp and devastatingly enchanting.
Flower Demon and the others were dumbfounded.
What the hell, Yun Li, about to die, kneeling before soone? Had soone desecrated his family’s grave?
Moreover, his complexion was as pale as a corpse.
It looked as if... he had just been struck at an acupoint?
Acupoint! Tang Hanfeng felt his eyes were sparkling like starlight.
He had actually seen the legendary technique of striking acupoints!
And Yun Li was truly terrified!
"You...,"
He looked up at Sui Yi in fear, as though sothing was stuck in his throat!
Flower Demon subconsciously glanced at the person he was kneeling to.
Why did Sui Yi seem like a Monarch being worshipped, or perhaps... a deity.
The person was still the sa, her appearance unchanged, but... the feeling was different.
Exactly where the difference lay, beca apparent after Sui Yi spoke again, changing everyone’s expressions.
"The night has grown late, you all should leave,"
Such a nonchalant tone, as if she was rely saying it was ti for you to wash up and go to sleep, and that voice, markedly different from Sui Yi’s usual.
It had matured and gained a magnetic quality, its modulation fluid as if it carried the lody of a gently plucked zither, composed and serene.
This left those who knew her montarily stunned.
Having finished speaking, Sui Yi did not glance at Yun Li who looked like he was on his deathbed, but lifted her eyes sweeping over the others in an apparently careless manner as she started walking...
She turned and walked away.
As she passed by Yun Li’s sword, Demon Que gave a light flick, clanging~~
The sword was tossed into the air seemingly by magic or so heavenly craft, spinning at its tip. It followed Sui Yi’s movents, her wrist flicking gracefully, whoosh~~
The sword was flung out!
Spinning~
Slicing~~
Like the sword-flying seen in immortal heroes’ tales, nearly fantastical~~
By the ti that sword was embedded into the courtyard wall a hundred ters away, and buried completely, everyone was still shrouded in bewildernt, their souls as though drawn out...
The wind blew, and the twenty or so Yun family mbers present finally felt a fleeting chill on their necks.
A swipe of the hand revealed blood.
Fear, great fear, as if they had seen ghosts! The Yun family mbers’ legs weakened, so of them indeed knelt on the ground just like their haughty and unassailable Third Master Yun, who truly felt deflated at that mont.
Too terrifying!
Was she still just a martial artist?
Flower Demon too was stunned, turning her head subconsciously to look, only to see that slender figure already fading like a paper kite, disappearing into the house.
Could she say... that she just saw a god?
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