150: You Longsheng's Love-stealing Swordsmanship! [Explosive Update, Ask for Free Gifts]

His left palm suddenly turned as red as a branding iron, and the surrounding rain instantly vaporized as he fiercely struck out with his palm towards the meteor hammer attacking from his left!

"Boom!"

The scorching palm force collided head-on with the meteor hammer, emitting a deafening clang as if metal was striking metal.

Xiang Song felt a powerful, irresistible scorching force surge up the chain, instantly numbing his entire left arm. The meteor hammer almost flew from his hand, terrifying him into a hasty retreat.

Almost simultaneously, Lu Jiuyuan's right palm glowed with an intense blue cold Qi. He neither dodged nor evaded, striking directly at Liu Changkong's Whirlwind Saber as it spun and slashed!

"You're courting death!" A fierce glint flashed in Liu Changkong's eyes. His Internal Energy surged, increasing his saber speed by another three points, determined to sever Lu Jiuyuan's hand along with his waist!

However, just as the palm and saber were about to connect, Lu Jiuyuan's right palm suddenly became ethereal. His extremely cold palm force did not meet the attack head-on but cleverly guided and clung to the side of the saber blade!

"Buzz!"

The saber blade vibrated violently. Liu Changkong felt an extremely cold Internal Energy penetrate the saber, and the hand gripping the saber instantly froze, almost losing all sensation. The saber's momentum involuntarily shifted.

It was at this moment!

Lu Jiuyuan's eyes blazed with sharp light, and the Guhong Sword, which had been hanging at his waist, finally let out a clear, ringing Dragon cry!

A flash of sword light!

It was so fast that it surpassed visual capture!

It was as if only a faint, indifferent shadow swept across the rain curtain.

Liu Changkong's movements suddenly froze, the fierce expression on his face rigid.

He lowered his head with difficulty, seeing a tiny trickle of blood slowly seeping from his throat.

"Such... a fast sword..."

He mumbled, then collapsed to the ground, splashing mud and water.

The twelfth-ranked on the weapons ranking, Whirlwind Saber Liu Changkong, was dead!

At the same time, Lu Jiuyuan's sword momentum did not stop. The Guhong Sword drew a desolate arc in the air, as if predicting all trajectories, precisely pointing at the center of Xiang Song's eyebrows, who had just neutralized the scorching palm force and was about to launch another attack!

The horror on Xiang Song's face completely turned into despair and disbelief.

He desperately tried to retrieve his meteor hammer to block, but that indifferent sword light seemed to ignore the distance of space.

"Puff!"

The sword tip easily pierced his skull.

Xiang Song's expression was forever frozen. His corpulent body fell heavily backward, splashing a large amount of mud and water.

In the blink of an eye, two top experts, ranked twelfth and nineteenth on the weapons ranking, were all dead!

The rain seemed to fall even more urgently, washing away the blood beads on the sword edge and the corpses on the ground.

Lu Jiuyuan stood holding his sword, his sword-wielding hand as steady as a rock.

The Guhong Sword's blade shimmered with silver light, unstained by a single speck of blood.

"Sorry for making you wait."

Lu Jiuyuan raised his head, his gaze piercing through the rain curtain to look at Whip God Ximen Rou, who had been standing still.

There was no expression on Whip God Ximen Rou's sallow face, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, fixed intently on Lu Jiuyuan, or more precisely, on the Guhong Sword in his hand.

"Good sword." Whip God Ximen Rou finally spoke, but with a unique penetrating quality, "Such a fast sword."

Lu Jiuyuan smiled faintly: "Just a little bit of understanding."

Whip God Ximen Rou slowly shook his head, his hand resting on the dark long whip at his waist: "I originally thought that although your Internal Energy was strange, your palm techniques were crude, and you were no match for me.

Now it seems I was wrong."

"Your sword is ten times more terrifying than your palm techniques.

Have you been hiding it all along? Or did Lin Xianer not tell the truth?"

"It's not hiding," Lu Jiuyuan said calmly, "It's that Lin Xianer didn't tell the truth."

A flicker of understanding passed through Whip God Ximen Rou's eyes: "So that's how it is. Since you say so, I'll believe it."

He slowly unfastened his long whip, the tip of the whip trailing in the mud, like a coiled venomous snake.

"Your sword is fast, but my snake whip is not slow either."

Whip God Ximen Rou's tone became incredibly solemn: "You are worth my full effort."

The rain poured down, and the smell of blood mixed with the scent of earth permeated the open space in front of the dilapidated temple.

Lu Jiuyuan and Whip God Ximen Rou stood opposite each other, the sword unmoved, the whip unraised, but a murderous intent far more concentrated and colder than before had already spread, as if even this desolate rain curtain was about to freeze.

A Fei and You Longsheng, who had just arrived, all stopped their steps, watching from a distance.

The real battle was just beginning.

"I can tell you're a very proud person. Can't you get past that hurdle of hers either?" Lu Jiuyuan asked.

"You haven't seen Lin Xianer." Whip God Ximen Rou looked at Lu Jiuyuan: "If you had seen Lin Xianer, you wouldn't say such things.

Her charm, no man can resist. It's an unparalleled joy!

Making people willing to die for her."

"Not having seen her is your misfortune, and also your fortune. Your misfortune is that you have never seen the most beautiful scenery on earth.

Your fortune is that you don't have to sink into this ultimate beauty on earth."

"Bullshit!" You Longsheng immediately cursed: "Bitch, shameless!"

Whip God Ximen Rou turned to look at You Longsheng, glanced at his clothes, and then at his appearance: "You are more ruthless than me! You have done what I couldn't do.

To come out of the ultimate beauty on earth, then enter the ultimate ugliness on earth, and still emerge transcendent by self-castration, you have done what no man in the world can do.

You are a truly ruthless person. Old Man Canglong gave birth to a good son... no, a good daughter."

"Bastard!"

The Duoqing Sword instantly unsheathed.

"As a hero ranked seventh on the weapons ranking, yet you have fallen so low because of a woman.

Degenerating into a thug and an assassin, making a fool of yourself, and being ridiculed by the world,

I will help you find release!"

Before You Longsheng's words finished, he and his sword became one!

The Duoqing Sword glowed with a brilliant green light, no longer the defensive spiritual snake, but transforming into a piercing, desolate green rainbow that tore through the rain curtain, striking directly at Whip God Ximen Rou's crotch!

The viciousness of the sword's momentum and the cunning angle made one's scalp tingle.

"Hmph! Courting death!"

Whip God Ximen Rou's sallow face twitched, clearly infuriated by this utterly humiliating attack.

He flicked his wrist, and the dark long whip trailing in the mud instantly revived like a venomous snake, letting out a piercing shriek!

"Whoosh—snap!"

The long whip struck first, its tip drawing a strange arc in the air, striking the spine of the Duoqing Sword with unparalleled precision, its speed so fast that only a blurry black shadow remained.

The whip and sword met, emitting a crisp clang like metal striking metal!

You Longsheng felt a strange, insidious force transmit through the sword blade, like a venomous snake coiling, attempting to deflect his sword's momentum.

He grunted, his Internal Energy surging. The Duoqing Sword's green light intensified again, forcefully shaking off the whip's tip, but the sharp thrust was also neutralized into nothingness.

"Whip man, watch my sword!"

You Longsheng's figure flashed like a ghost, avoiding the whip's recoil, and his sword technique changed again!

No longer a direct thrust, it transformed into a dense, swift green light net, specifically paring, sweeping, and flicking at Whip God Ximen Rou's groin, lower abdomen, and legs!

Every sword strike aimed at the lower body, utterly insidious and venomous, combined with his dazzling crimson attire, like a blood-colored demonic flower of death wildly blooming in the rain.

Whip God Ximen Rou's eyes turned completely cold.

He had been famous for a long time; when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Facing this vulgar sword technique that specifically targeted vital points, he was startled but not flustered. His body moved like willow catkins in the wind, lightly gliding backward, while his long whip danced in his hand!

"Woo—woo—woo—"