Chapter 170 The Youth’s Magnificent Sword Aura
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Beili favours the sword. There were the five great sword immortals: Solitary, Daoist, Confucian, Wrath, Snow Moon, as well as the five great sword sects: Tianshui Sword Sect, Guying Sword Sect, Canglei Sword Pavilion, Yunqi Sword Sect, and Heavenly Sword Pavilion. There were also almost legendary swordsmen such as "Snowstorm Sword'' Shen Jingzhou and "Moon in Sword Heart" Li Xinyue who emerged one after another in the martial world. And, each of the top ten famous swords on the Register of Swords were all exceptional.
But there was a sword that had reached the realm of a great master, yet could never be considered amongst the sword immortals. In the martial world, very few people talked about it and that sword would never be compared to the top ten famous swords. Twelve years ago, this sword had swept across the martial world. The swordsman with his single sword once fought against the Demonic Cult’s Right Guardian of Law for a whole day and whole night without either gaining the upper hand.
This sword was named Rainbow. The thin sword, Rainbow, had a sharp blade that poured down like rain when it killed, just like an evening rain. Made famous by his sword, the Hidden River Head of Su House, Su Muyu.
Lei Wujie, who had attacked with thirteen consecutive moves of his sword, had each one of those moves easily blocked. He propped himself up with his sword and said, "I remember now. Shifu once told me about your sword. You’re the Hidden River killer who can control eighteen swords at the same time. Shifu said, amongst the swordsmanship under Heaven, yours may be counted equal to the five sword immortals."
"You are wrong." Su Muyu shook his head lightly. "I am not holding a sword, but a murder weapon."
"Every sword has its own will." Lei Wujie smiled. "Lei Wujie, disciple of Lei Clan Fort, Snow Moon City and Sword Heart Tomb. This one formally challenges Senior’s sword."
"That rascal, though still young, hails from a whole string of sects." Xiao Se snorted coldly.
"Would he be a match for Su Muyu?" Ye Ruoyi asked.
"Su Muyu was able to fight the Demonic Cult’s Right Guardian of Law to a draw twelve years ago. He’s reached the highest level of the Unfettered Heavenly Realm. Let’s not even talk about Lei Wujie. Even if his shifu, Lei Hong or Li Hanyi, were here to fight, they wouldn’t have it easy either." Xiao Se shook his head. "Considering Lei Wujie’s martial arts had just entered that Unrestrained Earthly Realm, this fight is like throwing an egg at a rock."
"Then what can we do?" Ye Ruoyi frowned slightly.
"It’s not just Lei Wujie who’s not a match for Su Muyu. On the other side, Tang Lian and Qianluo have joined forces but even then, they’re also not a match for Xie Qidao, who has already made a name for himself decades ago. How could three young people defeat those two martial experts who could be called great masters?" Xiao Se shrugged.
"We can’t." A trace of determination flashed in Ye Ruoyi's eyes, and with a light wave of her hand, she seized a blade of green leaf. The leaf swirled within her palm.
"Do you care about him?" Xiao Se glanced at Ye Ruoyi.
Ye Ruoyi was taken aback, shook her head and said, "I just don't want to die here."
"That rascal cares about you very much." Xiao Se turned his head and watched the sword aura rise again as Lei Wujie, all dressed in red, flew past. "The first time he saw you, his heart had already floated away. That's how young men are. Easily moved, but after they’ve been moved, they become firm as a rock. That’s why they will have a power that others can't imagine."
"I…" Ye Ruoyi shook her head. "As someone who could die at any time, I dare not ask for more."
"No, you won't die." Xiao Se's eyes were firm, and his hand touched the long staff at his waist lightly. "I won't let any of you die."
Ye Ruoyi turned her head and suddenly saw Xiao Se's eyes had changed.
Those were the long-lost, clear, bright, and steady eyes which gazed upon all under Heaven with contempt.
Xiao Se closed his grip on the Wuji staff. "Because, I’m also a young man, after all."
"Half a year ago, I stepped into this martial world for the first time. My luck is not bad. I saw the assassin, Yue Ji’s Corset sword, Shen Jingzhou’s Snowstorm sword, my sister’s Armoured Glacier sword, Grandfather’s Four Swords of Elegance, and your Hidden River’s Great Sword Soars." Lei Wujie released a burst of energy and pushed his Blazing Arts straight into the Heavenly Fire realm while the Heart sword in his hand vibrated with a cry. "Today, I got to see this thin sword, Rainbow. This trip was also worth it.”
Su Muyu shook his head. "If I had met you more than ten years ago, I might have had a chat with you, but it's a pity. You will die now."
The figure in black flashed instantly, and Lei Wujie in red also dashed forward.
The thin sword Rainbow, the famous sword "Heart", brushed past each other.
Su Muyu withdrew his sword, a trail of blood on the slender blade of the sword.
Lei Wujie propped his sword on the ground, wiped away the injury on his arm with a smile, and called out loudly, "Again!"
Su Muyu's sword move earlier was supposed to be an instant kill sword and it should have passed through his heart. Yet, all it did was cause an injury on Lei Wujie's arm. He turned around and nodded in praise. "Very well."
"I was thinking, what could have happened to turn a person into a block of ice?" Lei Wujie also turned, the heat around his body rising up. "This junior, Lei Wujie, asks for the second sword!"
Su Muyu didn't reply. He held up his sword and leapt forward, flashing before Lei Wujie. Lei Wujie waved his long sword, intending to block the strike, but was knocked off his feet by the surge of sword aura. The heat energy surrounding his body was on the verge of collapse and his Blazing Arts appeared to crumble right before their eyes. But, he still got to his feet, wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, and smiled sadly. "Right. This junior, Lei Wujie, asks for the third sword!"
"This shall be the last sword," Su Muyu said solemnly.
"This sword, I’ll go first!" Lei Wujie jumped up, and slashed downwards with the Heart sword.
Su Muyu leaned back slightly, holding his own sword up to block. His Rainbow sword was not a valuable item. It was a sword that he forged for himself when he graduated from the Hidden River training school at a young age. Many of the Hidden River assassins were the same. When they graduated, they forged their own weapon to have at their side until the day they died.
The Heart sword and Rainbow collided again. Su Muyu flicked lightly and sent Lei Wujie’s sword flying out of his hand.
In an instant, the two figures brushed past each other and they exchanged a glance at that moment. Su Muyu's eyes were still cold and cruel, as if nothing in the world was his concern. Lei Wujie's eyes were still hot and shining, as if nothing in the world could cause fear in him.
Lei Wujie suddenly reached out his hand, and the Heart sword flew back to him.
"The clouds no longer wish to surround the mountain peaks, the birds tire of flight and return to nest." Lei Wujie suddenly smiled. "This is one of the moves from my sister's River Impeding Swordplay. Its name is Tired of Flight. Does it sound good?"
Su Muyu spun around, holding up the thin sword Rainbow to block in front of his chest. The Heart sword thrust into the blade of his sword. Su Muyu retreated hurriedly, and Lei Wujie turned sideways to grab the Heart sword. His qi exploded again and his sword move forced Su Muyu to retreat. The Rainbow sword instantly fractured into pieces.
"This is my third sword," Lei Wujie shouted loudly.
"What’s this rascal so proud of? If it hadn't been for the Lei Clan’s Eight Horsemen who destroyed Su Muyu’s Eighteen-Blade Array earlier, I’m afraid he’d already be a dead man." Although Xiao Se mocked the other with his mouth, there was a smile in his eyes. “But that sword move he just executed, was the most magnificent sword he’s ever performed."
However, Su Muyu's expression remained calm. He withdrew slightly and raised his hand gently. The fractured blade whirled in his hand. With a flick of his finger, more than ten blade fragments rushed towards Lei Wujie.
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