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Chapter 538: Battle on Mount Tai
Chapter 538: Battle on Mount Tai
Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan drew their swords almost simultaneously, so fast that no one could see their movements. In a flash, they had closed the distance of several zhang between them, their swords a blur of dazzling light.
The onlookers could only sense a fleeting glimpse before the two crossed blades, their swordsmanship creating a whirlwind of autumn leaves. The sound of the wind and the slicing of air with their sharp blades filled the air, yet there was no clanging of metal as their swords met. Such was their mastery that they wasted no energy on unnecessary moves.
Those lucky enough to witness the duel widened their eyes, not wanting to miss a single detail of this decisive battle. Others, unable to see, strained their ears, unsure if the fight had truly begun.
As the swords danced, even the wind seemed to be torn apart. The battlefield between the two was like a black hole, the sword lights shredding the air and pulling in the falling leaves, only to be shredded by the sword qi and scattered in all directions.
Amidst the countless golden fragments, two figures maneuvered, their swords flashing like a breathtaking painting.
Yan Shisan's sword style was concise and venomous. The Life-Taking Thirteen Swords seemed to have only thirteen forms, but the slightest wrist fluctuation could bring about vast differences in its execution.
Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship was swift and graceful. Even in the most intense combat, his posture remained upright, his strikes precise, his swordplay like a raging storm.
In just a few breaths, they had exchanged over a dozen moves. With each strike, their momentum escalated, their spirit, qi, and mental focus merging as one. They had long forgotten themselves, their eyes fixed only on each other's blades.
Indeed, Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng were destined rivals!
And then, they moved.
Not a movement of action, but of position.
The small battlefield on the peak of Jade Emperor no longer provided them with sufficient space to fully utilize their skills against each other. They needed more—more mountains, rocks, trees, and leaves.
Their simultaneous shift in position startled the spectators.
The Flying Eagle Swordsman, captivated by the duel, suddenly found the sword lights approaching him at an alarming speed. In an instant, he felt as if they would trample right over him.
With a startled cry, he flipped backward, retreating diagonally.
After putting several zhang between them, when he felt safe, he suddenly felt a wet and uncomfortable sensation on his face.
Instinctively, he reached up and touched his hand to blood.
The Flying Eagle Swordsman's pupils contracted in shock. He had been injured by the sword qi of Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan, who had struck at each other from a distance, and he had been powerless to defend himself!
The Flying Eagle Swordsman reacted quickly. As he felt the blood on his hand, he heard more exclamations of surprise around him.
Looking up, he saw chaos just beside where he had been standing moments ago.
Seven or eight highly skilled martial artists who had been qualified to witness the duel were now scattering in all directions like startled ducks, flailing and fleeing for their lives.
The Flying Eagle Swordsman's sharp eyes noticed the blood spurting from their bodies as they ran.
As they fled, Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng swept through like a tornado, charging into the forest beside the Jade Emperor Peak.
The dense foliage obscured the view of the onlookers, except for a few top experts who rushed in to pursue them. The rest stood rooted in place, bewildered and perplexed.
"What's going on?"
"Why did they suddenly rush out like that?"
"Not good! Old Man Zhao from the Brotherhood has been slashed across the heart, his heart meridian is severely damaged, and he's on the brink of death!"
"Brother Gao! Brother Gao!"
A series of calls drew everyone's attention, and they turned to see that Gao Boping, the leader of the thirty-six forts in the Taihang Mountains and a renowned master in the northern martial arts world known as the Lightning-Fast Knife, had been pierced through the center of his brows and had perished on the spot.
"This is a bit too much..."
"It's because they are Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng!"
Yan Shisan had never been a kind man; his Life-Taking Sword left no survivors. Xie Xiaofeng, despite his illustrious lineage, was also indifferent to human life, and all who challenged him left their weapons and lives behind at the Divine Sword Villa.
So, when they made a decision, they acted on it. Whether someone died in the process was not their concern, especially...
...for this decisive battle on Mount Tai, which was always meant to be between Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan alone. They had never invited others to watch!
Those standing around Jade Emperor Peak, too afraid to ascend, could only wait below for news, preparing to boast about the duel once they descended. At this moment, their hearts were filled with schadenfreude and relief.
Their martial arts skills were far inferior to those above, which was why they dared not venture up. If they had been up there, there might have been more casualties than just the two.
The Flying Eagle Swordsman glanced at the Kunlun Twin Swords, who looked unsettled by the experience, and asked, "Should we pursue them?"
The Kunlun Twin Swords hesitated, their eyes darting to the figures of Tian Ming Zen Master, Yu Zhu Daoist, and the Hua Yu Kun couple, who had already rushed in. Steeling themselves, they suppressed their fear and, with a swift movement, followed suit.
...
In the forest, the swords of Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan showed no signs of stopping.
The mottled light and shadow, dense foliage, ancient trees, and ubiquitous rocks had no impact on their swordplay.
Their gazes and swords moved as one.
Even the sturdy and solid tree trunks could not impede the gentle swing of their blades.
The leaves in the forest seemed to be swept by a gale, flying in all directions, along with various-sized pebbles that shot through like arrows from a strong bow, carrying a whistling wind as they hid among the falling leaves.
"Whoosh!"
"Bang!"
As a chunk of stone the size of an inch brushed past his ear and embedded itself into the tree trunk behind him, Yu Zhu Daoist couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his temple and halted his steps.
Ahead of him, only a handful of people remained.
Among them was Tie Kaicheng.
Tie Kaicheng held Sun Xingyu's hand with one hand and Li Zhenzhen's with the other, clicking his tongue in admiration. "That was a powerful move. My master's understanding of the Life-Taking Thirteen Swords surpasses mine."
"I didn't expect Xie Xiaofeng's sword technique to be so domineering. Who told me his style was slow and graceful?" Tie Kaicheng glanced at Xie Xiaofeng.
This battle was no less spectacular than the one at the pinnacle of the Purple Forbidden City.
Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan were peerless swordsmen, no less remarkable than Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng.
However, while Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng aimed to determine victory or defeat in a single move, Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan gave each other no quarter, always searching and waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Yan Shisan's long sword weaved through the falling leaves, and just as Xie Xiaofeng's sword pointed diagonally, Yan Shisan abruptly paused, his entire body appearing to freeze in place.
Then, in the instant Xie Xiaofeng changed his move, Yan Shisan's long sword came alive like a venomous serpent, evading Xie Xiaofeng's sword and aiming for his throat.
The fourteenth sword of the Life-Taking Thirteen Swords!
(End of Chapter)
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