767 Reaching for a Sword Amongst Thousands (2/2)

Then it was wielded by Jun Mo.

The statement was repeated.

But it was true.

The hilt was held by a broken arm.

And Jun Mo was holding his broken arm.

The image seemed gory, but that was not the point.

Other than the fact that the iron sword seemed to have grown longer.

Jun Mo attacked, focused and solemn. He remained unshaken even though he was bathed in blood.

Liu Bai attacked slightly later, but his sword arrived before Jun Mo's. No sword in the world could be faster than his sword.

However, Liu Bai only had a broken sword left in his hands.

Jun Mo's iron sword was longer than usual.

A light sound echoed around the Verdant Canyon.

It was like a drop of water falling into the furnace, touching the red hot coals.

The iron sword pierced into Liu Bai's chest.

Liu Bai's broken sword was still a distance away from Jun Mo's throat.

It was neither close nor near. It was exactly one foot away.

Liu Bai abandoned his sword.

The sword broke once more, shattering into countless bright shards.

The Qi of Heaven and Earth on the sword shook uneasily.

The plains before the Verdant Canyon started to shake, and there was a loud, long groan.

Liu Bai backed up with the moaning.

He came like the yellow river rushing into the sea and left like the gushing flood.

He backed up more than hundred feet away in the flow of the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

And then, he stopped.

And began to cough.

He coughed up blood.

He looked at the wound on his chest with a slight frown.

He finally understood why Jun Mo had taken control of so many swords.

That was because Jun Mo wanted him to calculate.

He might be the strongest powerhouse in the world, but he was no mathematical genius like Sangsang. No matter how powerful he was, he could not calculate all the changes in the world.

Jun Mo did not need to calculate because all the swords were fake. Only his own iron sword was real.

However, even so, Jun Mo's iron sword could not enter the one-foot around him.

Until his arm had been broken and he was gravely injured. Jun Mo had felt pain, anger and was spurred on. The Etiquette that he had followed religiously for many years and had bound him for many years was finally released at this moment.

He closed his eyes and did not see the Yellow River falling from above, and avoided the fatal strike of Liu Bai's sword.

He whistled, and the green hills and plains shook uneasily, calling countless of swords towards him.

A weak point had finally appeared in Liu Bai's sword style.

Jun Mo's iron sword entered from that spot.

That weak point, perhaps, was made deliberately by Liu Bai.

Because he believed that his sword was the fastest in such a short distance.

But he missed one thing.

The Sword Taoism consisted of sword and skill, while it also was divided into power and technique.

Other than speed, there was still length to consider.

Liu Bai smiled as he looked down at his bleeding wound.

His smile was not disconsolate, instead it had a tinge of self-mocking and lament.

He had not expected the ending to be like this.

He could accept it if both parties were injured and both had lost. But he found it hard to accept this cause.

This cause was too ludicrous.

The broken sword had met the long sword. And for some reason, the person holding the broken sword had stabbed his opponent to death instead. And for some reason, the person holding the long sword gained an advantage...

This was a battle scene that only a first learner of sword arts would think of.

He and Jun Mo were the two strongest people in Sword Taoism.

They chose to end the fight in this unique way.

He suddenly thought that the clear stream would turn into a turbid river, but would clear up again after entering the sea. Would the same principle work in Sword Taoism?