54 Chapter 54 Sword Spar Gamble (1/2)

Zong Shou was startled when he heard that. Zhao Yanran's personality was truly unpredictable.

He originally thought that this woman wouldn't mention this matter again, and the two of them would not have any relations with one another going forwards.

He didn't expect Zhao Yanran's thinking to suddenly jump to suddenly wanting to have a sword duel with him. Looking at her expression, she was also really serious. She probably wouldn't give up unless he agreed.

Tilting his head, Zong Shou sighed slightly before the Pine Pattern Wind Sword in his hand came out of its sheath.

Although it was a little problematic, but being able to settle the matter in such a way was for the best. Three Foundation Training pills and three Snow Spirit pills, he was going to gamble for this battle!

Actually, he had no choice, as he was being forced into this...

However before he walked up, Chuxue pulled him back strongly, saying anxiously, ”Young Master, don't bother with this demon. Even if she doesn't use Xiantian true qi, her normal true qi is several times stronger than yours. This battle is totally unfair! To think she was shameless enough to want to spar with you! Let's go all out against her, Chuxue isn't afraid of dying!”

The knife in Yin Yang's hand was showing small fiery sparks. In the surrounding marshland, the temperature was rising, but his face was still stone cold, ”Prince, I believe that I can hold off this woman! You don't need to worry!”

Zhao Yanran gave a disdainful laugh, too lazy to bother with Chuxue. She only paid some slight attention to Yin Yang. Who knew how long that person was sealed by those two golden threads, his cultivation was really firm. Breaking away from the spirit technique seal and breaking past the ninth meridian, the true qi in his body showed no signs of being unstable, instead it quickly stabilized. He was roughly at the peak of the Body Chakra level, and was even showing signs of breaking through.

It was like he had stayed calm for too long, like a volcano amassing too much heat, right about to explode.

Zong Shou felt warm in his heart, his fingers lightly tapping the back of Chuxue's wrist, and her hand went weak. He easily broke free from her and stood in front of Zhao Yanran. ”One hundred swords, three Foundation Training pills and three Snow Spirit pills, that is what Miss Yanran said! Don't regret it…”

What was weird was that once Zong Shou raised up the sword in his hand, he wasn't as unruly as before, his tired and lazy aura disappeared. He became really serious, like a sword that was just sharpened, its glow shining brightly. In a second he regained his calm, internalizing the sharpness of his aura.

Zhao Yanran was startled, and then her face was filled with praise. Only such a talented person would be able to break the eighteen sword puppets of Lingyun Sect in such a short time. She felt delighted, her fighting spirit soaring.

When a small breeze blew across the swamp, Zhao Yanran's fairy-like body suddenly disappeared. Her image seemed to have blended into the wind, unable to be picked up by the naked eye.

Yin Yang tightly clenched the saber in his hand, his muscles instinctively tightening. On the other hand, Chuxue couldn't see her movement trajectory or track. When she reacted, all she heard was the crisp ring of weapons colliding that could make one's eardrums explode.

Zong Shou showed no emotion, staring expressionlessly as he stood still. The sword in his hand suddenly stabbed to the left, chopped towards the right. A series of metallic clinging and clanging sounded out around him as swords met. He stayed rooted to the spot, unfazed and calm, counting out aloud, ”nine, ten, fourteen, fifteen…”

The swords of the two were extremely quick, sometimes he was even unable to count it exactly, directly skipping over. He thought to himself, Although her personality is a little weird, she still keeps her promises. Not only is she not using Xiantian true qi, the strength of her sword is also at the Martial Master Realm.

The only thing would be this spirit master Wind Controlling Movement technique, how was it something that a Martial Master-level person could have? It was simply cheating!

Another ding broke out, several times louder than the previous few times.

Zong Shou's eyes sank, feeling his right hand starting to go numb and the blood in his chest start to boil. He could obviously feel her strength was being increased tenfold. A cold strength drilled through the sword, covering the front portion of it in frost.

Smiling coldly, Zong Shou smacked a body fire talisman that he had snatched over without much care, and his body warmed up. He had no intentions of backing off, gathering all his strength at the tip of his sword, causally stabbing forwards.

There followed yet another series of sword clashes, twenty-odd rounds, the deafening sword clashes were each louder than the next. Their strength was the same. Zong Shou showed no fear, battling sword with sword, his body still totally upright.