Free Web NovelThe atmosphere on the arena was somewhat strange. Xiao Jiang, who was at a disadvantage in all aspects, put on her sunglasses, showing no emotion, and her Aura was completely dominant.
She didn't even draw her sword (she forgot).
Meanwhile, Princess Yu Yang was already sweating profusely.
Suddenly, it felt as if everything was within Li Mo and Ying Bing's grasp, and Jiang Chulong didn't even bother to draw her sword, clearly not taking Princess Yu Yang seriously.
That's right.
Why did Jiang Chulong dare to return to Dijin and even appear openly before Crown Prince brother?
Could it be that she wasn't even afraid of Crown Prince brother?
"Chu Long, just use all the sword techniques that expert taught you," Li Mo suddenly said from below the stage.
Expert?!
Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on Princess Yu Yang's forehead. What kind of existence was it that even God Hammer Little Overlord called an expert?
Pat-a—
A drop of cold sweat splattered on the ground, scattering into sparkling droplets.
This drop of cold sweat broke the solidified atmosphere and also caused Princess Yu Yang's tense heartstrings to snap. She decided to strike first, so no matter what trump card the opponent had, it wouldn't be able to be used...
With a sword hum, her figure was like a startled swan, her sword technique like a swimming Dragon in the lower reaches of a river.
The swimming Dragon, between the ebb and flow of the tide, formed its own perfect circle.
It transformed the formless water into a tangible object; a single sword strike was like a long Dragon entering the river, continuous and unending.
Could Chu Long block it?
Xiao Li, who also served as the Heavenly Venerable's teacher, remained outwardly calm, but inwardly, he was sweating.
This was no longer a sword testing competition in Sword City. Everyone wasn't meticulously sparring in martial arts. The opponent's sword technique, which used momentum to overwhelm others, was even more oppressive with the enhancement of her Realm.
It must be said that Princess Yu Yang's sword technique was indeed good; she had practiced this unique skill to the Realm of Perfection.
The good news was that the Fighting King Profound Meaning had indeed worked.
The perfectly rounded long Dragon sword momentum, due to being launched in haste, had a discordant flaw!
"It's not as good as those few Dragons..."
Xiao Jiang Princess's eyes lit up slightly.
She recognized the disharmony in the long Dragon formed by the opponent's sword technique at first glance, after all, she had truly seen Dragons.
And fought them.
If there hadn't been this flaw, she might have had to go through a bitter battle, gradually forcing the opponent to reveal their weaknesses.
Now, breaking this sword technique had become much simpler.
The Qing Ye Sword silently unsheathed, emitting a faint, inconspicuous sword light.
Everyone present showed expressions of surprise.
Such a weak Sword Qi, yet it dared to actively meet the attack. Wasn't this like an ant trying to shake a tree, or a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot?
The area for nobles and royalty thought the same; the Fourth Prince even curled his lips.
Someone had just told him that God Hammer Little Overlord had placed a heavy bet on Jiang Chulong to win. Wasn't this just giving him money?
Only Jiang Yu's expression suddenly solidified, and a hint of shock and disbelief appeared in his heavy pupils.
The faint sword light still existed within the long Dragon sword momentum; it was still so faint yet unignorable. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
Like a deeply rooted blade of grass, unaffected by winds from all directions or the erosion of a great river, it merely waited for an opportunity—an opportunity to see the sunlight and grow wildly... A majestic Sword Qi suddenly erupted, and a terrifying sharpness surged fiercely.
Amidst the turning of the Qing Ye, it cut down the True Dragon and split open heaven and earth.
Crack—
After a soft sound, the terrifying sword light appeared and then vanished, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.
After Jiang Chulong and Jiang Yu Yang passed each other, she gently returned her sword to its sheath.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yu Yang stood rooted to the spot, her figure frozen.
The arena was silent for a moment.
Those with lower Realms looked bewildered, not knowing what had just happened.
Those with higher Realms and understanding of the sword were all stunned into silence, their eyes filled with shock.
"Did she win or lose?" Xiao Qin asked his teacher in his mind.
"This little girl has forged her own Sword Dao, a brand new Sword Dao..." Martial Venerable Qianxing, who had been silent and playing dead since entering the Inner City, spoke softly.
Clang—
Half a broken sword slipped down, a top-grade famous weapon that Princess Yu Yang had held in her hand. The cut was as smooth as a mirror. Along with it, a few strands of hair also fell to the ground.
"Did I win?" Jiang Chulong pushed up her sunglasses, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.
Then she quickly got off the stage.
Well, to others, she had finished her sword strike, then elegantly left, fully displaying the demeanor of an expert... In reality, Xiao Jiang was terribly nervous being watched by so many people, so she quickly ran to Li Dage's side and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Li Dage, I won a lot of rice."
"Hmm, not bad..." Li Mo nodded blankly.
"What kind of sword technique was that just now?" Ying Bing remembered that Jiang Chulong hadn't comprehended such a sword technique in her previous life.
Li Mo was also a little confused; he hadn't taught her that.
Why didn't he teach her? Because he didn't know it either!
"It was... um... from a scene that Heavenly Venerable teacher showed me. I remembered it after watching it once. This sword is a bit difficult, I've been comprehending it for a long time."
"A blade of grass cutting through the sun, moon, and stars?"
"Uh-huh, Li Dage, you've seen it too?"
"..."
Xiao Li gasped.
He had made that up to motivate Xiao Jiang Princess to practice her sword.
No... did she actually comprehend it?
"It's a pity I ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) just comprehended it and don't dare to demonstrate it to teacher yet," Jiang Chulong said timidly, her little head bowed.
She felt it wasn't perfect enough, and showing off to Heavenly Venerable teacher would be a bit embarrassing.
"..."
Li Mo felt as if a sword had pierced his heart.
Fortunately, he had just won some money, which brought a little comfort to his wounded spirit.
"Li Dage, how much rice did we win?"
..."Two gold mountains, five hundred xuan crystals, at odds of one to eight."
"I lost sixteen gold mountains and four thousand xuan crystals?"
The Fourth Prince's face was pale, his hand holding the teacup trembled, spilling tea all over his crotch, and he looked as if he had no bones.
The other nobles had no time to bother with him, their eyes subtly looking towards the Great Yu Crown Prince.
That day, Jiang Yu entered the cold palace.
When he came out, he was covered in blood, clutching a constantly struggling sword-shaped strange bone in his hand. Afterwards, a sedan chair was carried out.
They didn't hear crying, only weak delirious murmurs from inside:
"Mother, I want to eat hot rice..."
"I hurt so much... It really hurts so much..."
The sedan chair was carried out of the palace walls, and they thought they would never again see that little girl who was like a ghost, growing in the dark crevices of the deep palace.
But she returned, and without that bone, she didn't die; instead, she miraculously grew even stronger.
And what about Jiang Yu, who took her Sword Bone?
