[Chapter 284 The Sword Demon’s Successor]
The young man in black, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, looked at Dugu Hui expressionlessly after entering the arena, then clasped his fists and said, “The Successor of the Sword Demon – Wu Jian~”
His tone was very calm, even a bit old-fashioned that didn’t match his youth, and the action of clasping his fists and saluting was completely traditional, but very respectful of his opponent. It
instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.
When Wu Jian announced the name, Bai Shan, who was sitting next to Yang Yiyu, muttered to himself, thinking, “The Sword Demon, the Sword Demon~”
“Ah~ The Successor of the Sword Demon?”
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and exclaimed.
Bai Shan’s exclamation also caused the other several innates to roar.
Ding Yang, who had always been like Maitreya Buddha, stood up suddenly and said in a lost voice: “The leading figure in the ancient martial arts world for fifty years, the Sword Demon… I didn’t expect that he still has his legacy alive. It’s hard to predict what will happen in the world!”
Yang Yiyu was a little confused. It sounded like this Sword Demon seemed to be very powerful, so he asked Baishan beside him: “Who is Baishan Sword Demon?”
“Master, you may not know that fifty years ago, there were two powerful innate masters, Nanjian and Beidao, in the ancient martial arts world. They were great figures at the peak of the ninth level of innateness and had few rivals in the ancient martial arts world.
Nanjian refers to Dugu Zhantian of the ancient martial arts family, Dugu family. He is called the Sword Immortal, while Beidao refers to the Sword Demon Su Chongqiu.
These two are also one good and one evil. The Sword Demon Su Chongqiu is regarded as the devil, and the Sword Immortal Dugu Zhantian is the righteous.
Both were influential figures fifty years ago and fought each other all their lives. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, the Sword Demon Su Chongqiu and the Sword Immortal Dugu Zhantian met at the Golden Summit of Mount Emei and both disappeared.
There are many rumors in the ancient martial arts world that the two died in battle, there are also rumors that they are in seclusion, and there are even rumors that they are in the void of the righteous path…
Anyway, there has been no news since then. I didn’t expect that the Sword Demon’s descendant and the Dugu family’s descendants would meet again fifty years later. Is this fate?” Baishan explained.
Yang Yiyu was also a little surprised. A master of the ninth level of innateness, that is really a master.
Moreover, the Sword Demon Su Chongqiu and Dugu Zhantian were known as the Southern Sword and the Northern Sword, and they were obviously not simple people.
I never thought that the Dugu family had such a great person. I had never heard Dugu Wuqing mention him before.
Now Dugu Hui, who was born as a sword blank in his eyes, was competing with Wu Jian, the descendant of the Sword Demon. It really seemed like fate.
Dugu Hui’s kendo talent was first-class, but Wu Jian, the descendant of the Sword Demon, was not simple either, according to Yang Yiyu’s observation.
There was a power in the body of this young man that was no longer within the five elements. Although it was very weak, Yang Yiyu could still feel it in his spiritual consciousness. It was very evil.
As everyone was watching, after Dugu Hui heard the name of Wu Jian, Yang Yiyu saw a flash of light in his eyes.
Then he returned the greeting with a solemn voice and clasped his fists, saying with pride: “Dugu Hui of the Dugu family~”
Wu Jian seemed to have known that Dugu Hui was from the Dugu family. When he heard Dugu Hui’s reply, a smile finally appeared on his expressionless face. While speaking, he took off the wooden box wrapped in black cloth from behind.
“Southern Sword Immortal Dugu Zhantian and my master, the Sword Demon Su Chongqiu, were the leading figures in the ancient martial arts world fifty years ago. I hope you won’t let me down.”
When the flowers fell, Wu Jian opened the wooden box and took out a three-foot-long sword with a skull on the handle.
Then the sword was unsheathed.
“Buzz~”
The sword was unsheathed, shining with cold light, and there was a sound of sword ringing.
“Skull sword~ It’s the skeleton sword of Sword Demon Su Chongqiu!” Ding Yang stared at Wu Jian’s hand in the field with a fiery face.
Yang Yiyu also discovered that the sword in Wu Jian’s hand, which Ding Yang called a skull sword, was actually a low-grade spiritual weapon.
“Interesting~” Yang Yiyu stared at Wu Jian in the field and said to himself.
…
Dugu Hui has been a martial arts genius since he was young. Before he started practicing Taoism, he was at the eighth level
of Dark Power. At the age of twenty-something, he was indeed an amazing person in the ancient martial arts world. Although Taoism is at the third level of Qi Refining, the true Qi and internal strength of Taoism are completely different levels. Although he is at the third level of Dark Power, his real strength is not weak at all. In terms of swordsmanship, he may be stronger than when he was at the eighth level of Dark Power.
Wu Jian is also at the third level of Dark Power, but he is the descendant of the Sword Demon. Yang Yiyu discovered that there is a power beyond the five elements in his body. With a lower-grade spiritual weapon-level broadsword in his hand, he will not be a fuel-saving lamp.
The two seem to be evenly matched.
Hearing Wu Jian’s words “Don’t let me down”, Dugu Hui snorted coldly: “I’ll give you this sentence back, I hope you don’t let me down either.” The
two of them competed with each other, both of them were arrogant.
Dugu Hui’s arrogance was righteous, and Wu Jian’s arrogance was evil.
In short, the strength of these two people cannot be compared according to the strength of ordinary third-level Dark Power.
Dugu Hui held a long sword in his hand and Wu Jian raised his broadsword.
The two of them confronted each other, competing in momentum.
At a certain moment, Dugu Hui snorted coldly, and took the initiative with disdain and contempt, and the ancient sword in his hand swung three sword flowers and went straight to the martial sword.
Seeing this, Yang Yiyun, who was sitting on the stage, sighed in his heart, he knew that Dugu Hui would lose this time.
In the duel between masters, there is no difference between the momentum contest and the fighting of moves. It is also a fight of life and death. From some perspectives, the momentum contest is even more important than the fight.
Whoever loses first to the opponent’s momentum and takes the initiative will definitely lose, because if you lose momentum, it means you have no spirit. In the subsequent battles, you will have a little concern, and eventually you will reveal your opponent’s flaws in the fight and lose.
Of course, in Yang Yiyun’s observation, Dugu Hui did not lose in momentum, but he was too arrogant to take the initiative, and he had a feeling of not taking his opponent seriously.
He was too arrogant and too arrogant.
This kind of mentality often leads to defeat, so Yang Yiyun labeled Dugu Hui as a loser in his heart.
However, Yang Yiyun can also agree that Dugu has been praised as a genius since he was a child. Under the protection of his sister and family, he has never suffered a big setback and developed a proud character. It’s no wonder that he has this.
Think about it, let this kid suffer a little, it will be good for future practice.
Unlike Dugu Hui, Wu Jian is a casual cultivator who keeps to himself. He has suffered since childhood and has a strong mind. He is good at seizing opportunities. Once there is a flaw, he will not let it go.
Facing Dugu Hui’s first move, Wu Jian smiled.
Yang Yiyun saw this and confirmed his thoughts.
Sure enough, Wu Jian raised his sword and directly struck Huashan with one blow, facing Dugu Hui’s three sword flowers.
The sword hummed, without any fancy moves, just the simplest force to split Huashan.
Waiting for the attack, breaking the three sword flowers of Dugu Hui’s secret book, is the simplest and crudest, but also the most effective.
“Dingdang~”
After a crisp sound, the two took a step back.
One attack and one defense, evenly matched.
Then Dugu Hui jumped up and chanted: “Dugu Sanchongtian~”
These are the three swords of the family Dugu Nine Swords that he can perform.
“Buzz buzz buzz ~”
In the eyes of the spectators, Dugu Hui’s three swords, one faster than the other, stabbed at Wu Jian. The long sound of the ancient sword proved that Dugu Hui’s three swords were full of powerful internal force.
Wu Jian took a half step back, raised his sword suddenly, and turned his body on the spot, saying in a deep voice: “Black Wind Rolling Cloud Sword, break ~”
Everyone saw the big sword in Wu Jian’s hand flying while his body was turning, as if it really turned into a tornado, and went towards Dugu Hui’s three swords.
“Ding Ding Dang Dang ~”
The sound of swords hitting each other sounded.
The two fell to the ground from mid-air at the same time, three meters apart.
At this moment, Yang Yiyu saw cracks on Dugu Hui’s ancient sword. His hands were shaking slightly, while Wu Jian was expressionless.
In this confrontation, Yang Yiyu could see that Wu Jian had the upper hand. The big sword in his hand was a low-grade spiritual energy. It was a pity that he could not exert the power of the spiritual weapon, otherwise Dugu Hui would be in trouble this time.
Although the ancient sword in Dugu Hui’s hand was a weapon, it was still a common item.
Wu Jian on the field looked at Dugu Hui and smiled evilly: “If this is all you have, it’s a pity. Now it’s my turn to attack.”
“Humph, this is just an appetizer for you. Next, I will let you see that the sword is the right way. The big knife in your hand will never be up to standard.” Dugu Hui was still arrogant at this time. He didn’t take Wu Jian seriously at all, because he still had his master’s swordsmanship to display.
“Then let me see if my skills are as strong as yours.” Wu Jian muttered, and suddenly raised the big knife in his hand. With all his energy, he slashed at Dugu Hui with his sword, one faster than the other.
He roared: “The magic dragon is out to sea~”
(End of this chapter)
