Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny IBWASFM Chapter 2543 - 2544: Listening to the Rain, Fading Snow, Dri

Boom!

The space that was just about to nd ruptured again, cascading down like rain.

And at this mont, a sapling suddenly appeared in the extrely chaotic void.

Indeed.

It’s a sapling with only a few tender shoots.

As soon as the sapling appeared, it quickly took root in the space, and then began to grow rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, a towering tree took shape, yet you couldn’t sense any vitality from it.

There was only a chilling killing intent.

The towering tree was lush and verdant, enveloping the entire arena.

But all of this was rely a fleeting spectacle, as the next second, the leaves of the tree started to turn yellow and fell down in swirls.

Shhhh.

Accompanied by a soft sound, one of the leaves, upon touching a fragnt of space, effortlessly sliced through it without any resistance.

Xue An’s eyes flashed, and he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Good sword!"

Then he hurriedly retreated.

Because he knew very well the formidable nature of these seemingly harmless leaves.

Each leaf represented an extrely sharp Sword Intent.

But that was not the main point; the main point was that these Sword Intents were completely irregular, like leaves blown by the wind, falling in a way that made them virtually impossible to defend against.

This was the Sword Intent Shen Muyu created when he sat empty in the mountains, watching the autumn leaves fall.

It’s nad Rongku!

Xue An retreated quickly, but the towering tree had already enveloped the entire arena, so no matter where he retreated to, those falling leaves would follow him closely.

In such a situation, Xue An made his move.

He suddenly unleashed a punch, and with the force of his fist, the towering tree ford by the Sword Intent shattered.

Shen Muyu’s eyes flashed, and then he shouted in a low voice, "Xue An, why aren’t you using a sword?"

Xue An sneered, "Because at present, you’re not worthy of my sword!"

Shen Muyu’s face turned pale, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes.

Since childhood, he had never heard anyone speak to him like this.

Wherever he went, he was always treated as the most important person, not slighted at all.

Only with Xue An did he feel blatantly disregarded.

But the anger flashed briefly and soon he regained his composure, breathed out, and struck with his sword again.

As this sword was unleashed, the entire battlefield resonated with the sound of rain.

On the spectators’ stand, many people raised their heads with puzzled expressions.

What’s happening?

How could there be the sound of rain here?

Especially since this rain sound wasn’t the violent roar of a downpour, but a gentle and silent drizzle.

Yet the more like this, the more it evoked a sense of solitude.

Indeed!

Solitude!

At least many in attendance showed signs of confusion.

It was as if, in that instant, they penetrated the passage of ti and returned to a youth’s era, when passions were high, candles flickered on the attic, not knowing sorrow and joy.

Or as if returning to a ti of listening to rain on a boat, the western wind outside greeted departing geese, full of heroism.

In general, many people’s emotions were swayed by the sound of rain in this instant.

Shen Hongyi softly murmured, "It’s the Listening Rain Sword Intent! Oh my, has it really beco so powerful?"

Xue An’s face finally showed a serious expression.

Because this sword was different from all the previous ones.

The previous swords, though powerful, contained Sword Intent that was traceable and therefore not too difficult to counter.

Only this sword was like horns hanging from an antelope, completely untraceable.

Moreover, the Sword Intent it contained was so strong that even Xue An felt a slight illusion.

As if he was seeing the path of his university days walking with An Yan under umbrellas.

At that ti, Zhongdu was rainy, so Xue An and An Yan frequently carried an umbrella when going to the dining hall, leaving a deep impression.

Perhaps sensing Xue An’s montary daze, Shen Muyu’s lips curled into a cold smile.

Then his sword soared like a dragon, slicing through layers of rain, heading straight for Xue An’s brow.

But in the next instant, Shen Muyu’s sword shattered abruptly.

Along with it vanished the entire rain curtain.

Shen Muyu’s expression drastically changed; he hadn’t expected Xue An’s mind to be so steadfast, entirely unaffected by the outside world.

Yet his reaction was incredibly swift, almost at the mont the rain curtain dissipated, Shen Muyu uttered four words.

"Residual Snow!"

"Solitary Drink!"

The sword emitted from the na held in his left hand, then enveloped the entire field.

In an instant, the arena and the spectators’ stand were filled with swirling snowflakes.

The chill swept over, causing shivers down the spine.

But this cold was different from the previous absolute cold; there was no killing intent in it, just an irresistible urge to hibernate.

And this feeling perfectly rged with the subsequent Solitary Drink.

Imagine, outside at this mont is the heavy snow, and you sit alone inside a warm house, drinking solitary.

That’s a kind of solitude and loneliness, isn’t it?

But this is different from listening to the rain; listening to the rain brings pure loneliness.

Whereas the residual snow and solitary drink evoke vulnerability deep in everyone’s heart.

There is always a ti when you want to drink alone and forget certain things.

And the flying snowflakes provide the perfect opportunity.

This ti, almost everyone on the spectators’ stand was imrsed in the illusion, unable to extricate themselves.

Only a few people were unaffected.

In the Ru Family camp, Second Master Zhang Zhixing couldn’t help but sigh, "This guy really is a peerless genius of the Shen Family, you see how quickly he ca up with so many moves, truly amazing."

But Grand Master Yan Jingcheng spoke coldly, "If it’s just this, then he will lose for sure!"

"Lose for sure? How is that possible?"

"Because the sword in a swordsman’s hand is ant to kill, not to perform tricks!" Yan Jingcheng said slowly.

Indeed.

At the sa ti, those on the spectators’ stand who were not influenced by the Sword Intent all secretly shook their heads.

This Ten Fingers Sword seed powerful on the surface, but in reality, it was flamboyant, and had no effect against real masters.

For instance, now.

A mocking expression appeared on Xue An’s face.

"An impressive performance, but do you really think it can defeat ?"

Shen Muyu shook his head, "No!"

"Thank you for the show then!"

Shen Muyu’s face beca solemn, "Because I have to strike out these nine swords to summon my most powerful sword!"

With that said, a trendous Sword Intent rose from Shen Muyu’s top, shaking the entire battlefield.

Then Shen Muyu clasped his hands together, his eyes shining brightly.

"This sword is nad Kill!"

As the words fell, a Sword Intent slashed straight out, causing the arena to rupture and even the barrier array to quiver violently.

The power was evident.

Yue Qinghuan exclaid in surprise from the spectators’ stand.

"Xue An!"

But at this mont, the arena was filled with the sound of Xue An’s laughter.

"Good, now this is worthy of drawing my sword!"