54 Chapter 54 Sword Spar Gamble (2/2)

Chuxue was surprised. With Zong Shou's cultivation, how was he able to go head-to-head against Zhao Yanran, who was at the Xiantian Martial Master level?

Only when her eyes slowly adapted did she slowly realize that Zong Shou's every blow struck out at the sword spine or the sword tip of Zhao Yanran's sword, the position different each time, meaning that he faced the least amount of momentum.

She was even more astonished, taking a few steps forward, hoping that she could take an even closer look. Zhao Yanran was just too quick, how did Zong Shou manage to distinguish the path of her sword? How was he able to make the judgement and react so quickly, find the best spot to deflect her strength so precisely?

When they reached the 65th sword, the entire region was covered in sword images, a cold fog scattered around them.

Zong Shou didn't persist any longer. Every time the ice cold sword strength was too powerful, he would retreat. His footsteps sometimes advanced, sometimes he retreated, moving freely in the heavy sword shadow.

He used his exquisite footsteps to disturb the high speed figure of Zhao Yanran. He also gave Chuxue some pointers while doing this! ”Xue'er, can you see clearly? You're from the tiger cat race and you're born more nimble than others. If you only use your speed to avoid and dodge, it would be a waste!”

At that moment, not only Chuxue, even Yin Yang was deep in thought, his eyes fixed. Zhao Yanran's face was totally green as she scoffed coldly. Instantly all the illusionary images gathered into one spot as she thrust out. Like something flying from outer space, the howl of the sword broke through the air, suddenly arriving in front of him.

Zong Shou's expression tensed up. Even before he came into contact with that blow, he could feel an unstoppable strength pressing down onto his chest. However, he only laughed coldly, his body slightly rocking from left to right. The tip of his sword became indiscernible.

Just as that intense sword was showing signs of weakening, he backed off a few steps before stabbing out with his Pine Pattern Wind Sword. Where the sword tips met, the two swords instantly went into a series of whirlwind-like motions. Zong Shou was going all out to lead the sword momentum to one side while Zhao Yanran was trying to use the momentum to strike Zong Shou's sword out of his hand.

Just as the whirlwind was about to fade, the Pine Pattern Wind Sword was slowly losing out. At a glance, it was about to fly out of his hand, and Zhao Yanran's eyes also showed some signs of regret. At that moment, Zong Shou's footsteps changed as the sword suddenly pressed downwards, using the sword whirlwind's strength to thrust forwards, a sword shadow directly sweeping towards Zhao Yanran's throat!

It was an inch away, the viciousness and sharpness at its maximum!

In that instant, Zong Shou's sword was like a knife from the rivers of hell! Appearing instantly, cruel to the extreme!

Zhao Yanran actually showed signs of panicking as she flashed back, floating away to a hundred feet away. When she landed, there was already a deep cut on her neck.

Looking back at Zong Shou, he had already returned back to his original position. The sharpness that he showed before had disappeared once more, and all that was left was a calm and expressionless teen.

Zhao Yanran's hand was shaking slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief. Even the shock from before, when she heard Long Ruo say that this teen had broken the Sword Formation and copied the God Talismans couldn't compare to this.

...What did she see just now.. Sword intent! It was actually sword intent!

It wasn't like that flying knife, which was just an empty shell. This was strong beyond description, causing her will and focus to shake, the martial intent was totally unavoidable and couldn't be dodged.

It was something that shouldn't appear on the body of a teen. Such power far exceeded that of the Martial Master level, and even a Xiantian Master like her couldn't touch it. But at that moment, it looked like it appeared, and also like it didn't. Even if it hadn't, he was not far away from it.

At that moment, her fear had reached the maximum, and shock from all the disbelief had also similarly climbed to its peak.

Who knew that Lingyun Long Ruo would also have times when he misjudged people?

With a Martial Master body, to actually have a glimpse of the profoundness of sword intent. Could this teen be just called a talent? Such ability, how could he be restricted by the limits of his body?

If Long Ruo found out in the future, who knew how much regret he would feel...