Chapter 215 Seven Swords Become Xiao
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Wushuang's fingers slid across the blades of the five flying swords, making a crisp tingling sound like wind chimes. He whistled lightly and said in a faint voice, "Go." The five flying swords flew directly towards Luo Mingxuan.
"You’re using five swords from the get go? So violent." Luo Mingxuan waved the heavy sword, Hopeless, and immediately blocked one of the flying swords. The other four continued to attack from different directions. Two were aimed at his left and right shoulders, one coming right at his forehead and the other one slicing straight for his abdomen.
A silver light flashed from Luo Mingxuan’s back, and he’d drawn another light and elegant long sword into his left hand - it was precisely the light sword bestowed by Li Suwang, Farewell. He spun a sword flower and used both swords in his left and right hands at the same time. A few jingles sounded. Luo Mingxuan actually blocked the four flying swords at the same time. He smiled triumphantly, took a small step back and grinned. "Don't underestimate the people of Snow Moon City."
The five flying swords once again returned to the sword casket and Wushuang nodded. "Not bad."
"The Fairy's disciple learned two-handed swordsmanship?" Lu Yuzhai was confused. Two-handed weapon arts was the specialised martial arts of Snow Moon City previous citymaster, Li Changsheng. The Wine Immortal Baili Dongjun, Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi, and Spear Immortal Sikong Changfeng had all used two-handed weapon arts to make their names when they were younger. But, he didn’t know that the Fairy’s disciple had actually learned this martial arts too.
"Two-handed swordsmanship? My disciple’s martial arts are much better than that." Yin Luoxia smiled. "My disciple learned the Immortal Sword Arts."
"Cloudshuttle, take his head." Wushuang flicked his fingers and flicked the Cloudshuttle sword out again.
"You keep doing the same thing and the result will be the same." Luo Mingxuan’s sword gained momentum, and his confidence increased greatly. He stepped forward and sliced the heavy sword downwards.
"Gentlefrost, pierce his brows." Wushuang flicked again, and the Gentlefrost sword flew out immediately.
Luo Mingxuan used one sword to repel the Cloudshuttle sword, but the Gentlefrost sword, which carried an aura of light frost, was aimed right at his face. He turned to one side and blocked it with the Farewell sword in his left hand.
"Windsorrow, cut off his ears." Wushuang waved his hand casually, and the Windsorrow sword flew out.
Luo Mingxuan had just blocked the previous move using his Farewell sword, and had yet to regain his balance. He could tell that the momentum of the Windsorrow sword was very fierce. He gritted his teeth, braced himself with his legs, and danced furiously with both his swords. He sent the Windsorrow sword flying away and he took a leap into the air.
"It's over." Wushuang sighed, and he lifted his right hand. Maple Leaf and Butterfly flew up at the same time. It was difficult for a person to move while airborne, and it was even more difficult to dodge these two swords.
Luo Mingxuan was in the air and he glanced at Yin Luoxia who was standing to one side. Yin Luoxia sighed, and rolled up a palm wind in her hand. She was clearly ready to take action and save him. He thought that his shifu would definitely be disappointed in him, but the expression in her eyes was clearly not disappointment. It was a kind of dejectedness.
For a woman of shifu’s age, after being separated for so many years, she’d once again decided to travel over a thousand miles to this hostile city to grab this fellow. This may be the last time she summoned such courage in her lifetime.
Flowers come every season, but people only have one lifetime.
Luo Mingxuan closed his eyes, and the Immortal Six Gambles chess match circulated rapidly in his mind.
"If all six San can become Xiao, what will that be like?"
"In Liubo, a Xiao can eat a San, but what if a San can also eat a Xiao?"
Ye San's words also echoed in his ears at the same time.
It was too late. Wushuang flicked his hand and Maple Leaf and Butterfly flew towards him at high speed.
Luo Mingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, the heavy sword Hopeless in his right hand and the light sword Farewell in his left hand. He swung his waist, and the two three-feet swords - Prajña and One Glance, suddenly flew forward. They blocked the other two flying swords right in front of him.
Wushuang grinned. "You have quite a lot of swords, too."
Luo Mingxuan landed on the ground and immediately leapt forward. His swords danced in unison as he attacked Wushuang.
"Just in time." Wushuang waved his hands, and his flying swords attacked again. Five flying swords flew out in turn, their murderous intent cast out widely, but they could not stop Luo Mingxuan's footwork.
At this moment, Luo Mingxuan's double swords were dancing in unison, and his whole person looked as if he’d gone mad. The sword aura overflowed, his force unstoppable. Although his body suffered tens of small cuts from Wushuang’s swords, he didn’t seem to care and his only thought was to defeat Wushuang right in front of him.
Shifu, ah. Although I don't think that Song Yanhui fellow is worthy of you, I don't want to see you sad, ah!
Luo Mingxuan yelled out loud, and the distance between him and Wushuang was down to ten steps.
"Entwined Finger." Wushuang finally got serious. He slapped his palm onto the sword casket, and the flying sword Entwined Finger flew out. It sliced two bloody cuts on Luo Mingxuan’s wrists and he lost his grip on the heavy sword Hopeless and the light sword Farewell. But, Luo Mingxuan didn’t stop. He drew two more swords from his waist.
The twin swords, Goumang and Catastrophe.
"Return." Wushuang waved his hand and shouted. The six flying swords that flew out all came flying back at the same time, aiming directly for Luo Mingxuan’s back.
Luo Mingxuan whipped around, and raised his twin swords in front of him and blocked the six flying swords. The power behind the flying swords was so powerful that the jolt to Luo Mingxuan's fingers was an intense pain. His twin swords also fell to the ground. But, he made use of the flying swords’ momentum to retreat!
He retreated right in front of Wushuang.
Luo Mingxuan spun around again and he drew the last sword on his back into his right hand - the long sword Phoenix.
"This is my Xiao!" Luo Mingxuan slashed his sword down.
Wushuang nodded. "It's a fine sword." He slapped the sword casket with both hands.
Four flying swords rose into the sky.
Vanished Shadow, Life Snatcher, Broken Trial, Jade Sceptre!
Yin Luoxia finally moved.
"Fairy." Lu Yuzhai yelled anxiously, but couldn't stop her at all.
Vanished Shadow intercepted Luo Mingxuan's sword power.
Life Snatcher wiped out the remaining power of the sword.
Broken Trial blocked the palm that Luo Mingxuan had planned to strike with his left hand.
The last one, Jade Sceptre, aimed straight for Luo Mingxuan's throat.
But Luo Mingxuan could no longer stop. Once a sword left its sheath, it was near impossible to stop. What’s more, he didn’t want to stop. If he stopped, he would lose. He was desperate, and he had one more fight in him!
Wushuang saw the determination in Luo Mingxuan's eyes, shook his head and shouted, "Retreat!"
"Never retreat!" Luo Mingxuan also shouted angrily, but suddenly, he felt his collar being caught.
"You foolish boy. Song Yanhui is important, but is he more important than you?" A clear and pleasant voice rang in his ears. Luo Mingxuan started and he felt himself being carried away.
He recalled a memory from when he was ten years old and visiting Snow Moon City with his father. He’d snuck out alone and climbed up Mount Changshan to play, but when he was coming down the mountain, he got lost and stood there crying by himself. It was also his master then who grabbed his collar and swept down the mountain with a few leaps.
He remembered that his master was wearing a white coat that day, and her body had a fragrance. After they reached the foot of the mountain, she pinched his cheeks and said, "Where did this cutie come from? He’s crying like a girl."
Luo Mingxuan did not cry, but stared at his master in a daze. "Why are you so pretty?"
Ten years had passed, and his master was still dressed in white, her body still had a fragrance, and she was still so pretty.
Luo Mingxuan was wounded all over, and the blood was flowing non-stop. He was about to faint, but suddenly, he grinned stupidly.
Wushuang waved his right hand, and the ten flying swords returned to the casket. He stood up, brushed off the dirt on his trousers, and turned his head to look at the tall and thin man standing above the city gate. He bowed his head slightly. "Shifu."
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