Chapter 77

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In the midst of cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of the promise written there.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding...

The entire eave was filled with bright sword qi and a cold, piercing light, colliding and shining. Two white figures were enveloped by the light, merging into it. Only the clashing sounds of metal could be heard, resonating and leaping. Below the Xiantian realm, no one could capture their figures.

Swish! Swish!

In the next moment, the light dissipated, and the two figures flew backward, landing lightly on the eave, facing each other again.

Ye Gucheng stood on the left side of the eave, his Fei Hong sword emitting a series of joyful, light whistles, just like its owner. It had met its match, and only through more intense battles and collisions could it calm its passion and its loneliness.

On the right side of the eave, Ximen Chuxue's cold face relaxed, his eyes flashing with a hint of fervor. His sword was already out of the scabbard, but it had not yet returned with blood.

Ye Gucheng said eagerly, "Let's continue the battle!"

"Alright, let's continue!"

As soon as the two spoke, the sword qi on their bodies burst out without any restraint. The tiles under their feet could no longer withstand such violent sword qi and shattered into pieces. Powerful sword qi waves spread in all directions, stirring up layers of bricks and stones, flying everywhere.

Under the eave, everyone was dumbfounded. This was the swordplay of the two!

"Is this sword qi?" someone asked, speechless.

At their age, they were still practicing others' sword techniques, still feeling proud of mastering a high-level sword technique. However, these two had created their own sword techniques and even comprehended the formidable sword qi.

"They were born for the sword," someone sighed.

At such a young age, with such sword cultivation, in their world, though not unmatched by future generations, few could rival them.

"Finally, I understand why they are lonely," a swordsman muttered, hugging his precious sword.

Because their sword techniques had already surpassed their understanding, as if they belonged to different realms. How could they communicate? How could they not be lonely?

Except for a few, no one could capture any trace of the battle.

Whoosh!

The two figures merged together, a ball of light rising in the sky, a bright, cold, and scorching light. This ball of light moved from one hall to another, the hall below instantly collapsing. They fought from the air to the collapsed hall, then from the hall to the square.

One hundred moves!

Two hundred moves!

Three hundred moves!

The two had already exchanged over three hundred moves, still without a clear winner. Although Ximen Chuxue's sword was fast, it could not overcome Ye Gucheng's ferocity. Ye Gucheng's dominance could not overcome Ximen Chuxue.

"Take this sword!"

Ximen Chuxue spoke softly, his eyes as calm as an ancient well. It seemed he had stopped in this moment, without breath, without movement.

Suddenly, he swung his sword, the air seeming to freeze. The sword light already surpassed the speed of sight, slashing toward Ye Gucheng. The sword was so fast it seemed to merge with the air, as if the sword light was no longer just light but a part of the air, inseparable.

Almost in an instant, the sword light Ximen Chuxue struck reached Ye Gucheng. The sword light had no fluctuation, the sword qi left no trace. This sword was calm yet explosive, impossible to describe how fast and fierce it was.

"Can't block it!"

Ye Gucheng was startled, his eyes flashing with fervor. His body shot backward, his lightness skill reaching its limit. No one knew why Ye Gucheng retreated so quickly, because they could not feel how fast this sword was, faster than lightning, explosive like thunder.

Sss!

A drop of blood trickled down the sword tip, and Ximen Chuxue stopped.

"Indeed, my sword is still not fast enough," Ximen Chuxue said, looking at Ye Gucheng three zhang away, who had already escaped his attack range. He immediately stopped his steps, but there was a noticeable bloodstain on Ye Gucheng's shoulder.

Ye Gucheng smiled, his cold, icy face showing a smile for the first time. This sword had made him feel a sense of danger. A little faster, and this sword would have cut his throat.

Ximen Chuxue was indeed his lifelong rival. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Ye Gucheng gracefully rose, like a dragon, like a crane.

"Feitian Wai Tian!"

Under the eave, Feng Qingyang stared dumbfounded at this sword. This was the sword technique of the White Cloud City Lord, as pure and flawless as the white clouds in the sky.

"What is my sword?" Feng Qingyang was somewhat silent.

Everyone's eyes widened. Ximen Chuxue's sword, a streak of light, had already ended. This time, they had to see and remember Ye Gucheng's sword technique.

Ximen Chuxue's face was solemn. Ye Gucheng descended from the air, under the moonlight, like a celestial being descending to the world. The sword strike was brilliant and swift, with a bone-chilling sword qi, the sharpness of the sword was terrifying and unstoppable!

A streak of sword light flew diagonally, like a bolt of lightning, like a rainbow across the sky.

Man and sword seemed to have merged into one. The sword light was like a ribbon, like a rainbow, piercing straight ahead. The sword light was brilliant and swift, without any changes, without even a follow-up move, all his power was poured into this one strike.

Everyone was stunned by this sword. No one could describe its brilliance and grandeur, no one could describe its speed. It was no longer just a sword, but the wrath of heaven, the lash of the thunder god.

"Break!"

Ximen Chuxue's spirit and energy were extremely concentrated. In this moment, his spirit and energy reached the realm of unity with heaven and earth. The ancient sword in his hand moved at an unimaginable speed, in an instant, it was a hundred strikes, or a thousand strikes. The sky was filled with sword light, forming a virtual sword net, enveloping the front.

Ding!

The sword was howling. Ximen Chuxue's sword net was instantly broken, and Ye Gucheng, like a wild goose, landed three zhang behind Ximen Chuxue, with blood dripping from the sword tip.

A red mark appeared on Ximen Chuxue's white robe, with blood flowing. He took a deep breath and smiled, "This sword is very powerful..."

"This match is uncertain!" Seeing that neither had suffered fatal injuries, someone sighed.

"I thought after using their ultimate moves, the two would have a clear winner. Now it seems, it's a tie, and the outcome is unpredictable."

"Ye Gucheng, you must win! I've bet all my fortune on you."

"Ximen Chuxue, you're a married man, don't be a coward. I've bet my wife on you."

...

Just a moment of stillness, and the two engaged in battle again. The sword qi that could tear through mountains and rocks clashed, fierce and unstoppable.

The two were already fighting in a frenzy, already fighting to the point of losing themselves. They had no specific moves, just swinging their swords, fierce and unrestrained, or stabbing, fast as lightning.

What moves?

What sword techniques?

What lightness skills?

In this moment, there was sword light in the sky!

Ye Gucheng's sword was unpredictable, the sword light fierce, each slash and each stab was threatening.

Unlike Ye Gucheng's unpredictable and fierce sword light, Ximen Chuxue's sword was as fast as lightning, leaving no trace. It seemed he had struck ten times, or perhaps just once.

Crack! ...

The precious swords in their hands had not yet collided, but the explosive sword qi had already merged, colliding fiercely.

Ding, ding, dang!

After a few blinks, the two exchanged dozens of moves again, hot sparks flying everywhere. It was impossible to see their figures, the thrilling battle had captivated everyone, making them forget to breathe, losing themselves in it.

Sparks flew, the light was dazzling. The number of their exchanges increased, the frequency faster. Zhou Yang's eyes were almost sore from watching. This swordplay had already surpassed the limits of vision.

Clang!!

The sword techniques intersected. Ye Gucheng's Fei Hong sword stabbed directly at Ximen Chuxue's heart, unstoppable. Ximen Chuxue's ancient sword slashed at Ye Gucheng's throat, unavoidable.

Everyone's eyes widened. The two swords were too fast, too ruthless. Were they going to die together?

Some were delighted, thinking that if these two top experts didn't die, when would they have a chance to shine? Others were saddened, thinking that these two unparalleled geniuses, with their supreme sword techniques, would fade like meteors after their most brilliant moment.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Two metallic clashing sounds rang out. Everyone felt two streaks of light pass by. Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuxue's swords were struck, their sword techniques skewed. A sword mark appeared on Ye Gucheng's face, and a shallow cut on Ximen Chuxue's abdomen.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

Two broken daggers fell, making a crisp sound. In this moment of silence, it was like two thunderclaps. Whose dagger was so fast?

The dagger was light, short, seven inches long, very thin, almost like a willow leaf, lying quietly on the ground, ordinary yet dazzling.

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