85: Lu Xiaofeng angrily castrated his cousin!

Shi He's movements were like a ghost appearing, a cold light flashed under his cloak, and an ancient-style Pine-Patterned Longsword, like a venomous Dragon emerging from its lair, pierced straight towards Ximen Chuixue's heart with a piercing shriek!

Where the Sword Light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving a faint, distorted afterimage, moving so fast that most of the onlookers' eyes blurred!

"What excellent swordsmanship!" Ba Shanxiao Gu Daoist's pupils contracted, and he blurted out, his body unconsciously tensing.

He was also a top swordsman at the time, famous throughout the Jianghu for his 'Returning Wind Dancing Willow Seventy-Seven Forty-Nine Swords'.

But the starting speed of Shi He's sword strike made even him feel shocked.

Ximen Chuixue took a step forward, and the Black-Sheathed Longsword in his arms had, at some unknown point, transformed into a streak of white light, arriving later but striking first, precisely tapping the spine of Shi He's sword!

"Clang—!"

A clear, piercing sword cry, painful to the eardrums, resounded across the mountaintop!

Sparks flew!

The two figures touched and separated instantly, then intertwined again like magnets!

Sword Light!

Only Sword Light!

In front of Sanqing Hall, no figures could be seen, only two intertwining, colliding, separating, and re-colliding streaks of light!

One was a gray pine pattern, both rigid and soft; the other was pure white like snow, cold and aloof.

Sword Light crisscrossed, weaving a net of death that enveloped the entire open space in front of the hall.

Sword Qi surged, tearing through the air, emitting sharp 'hissing' shrieks that scraped against everyone's cheeks, making them ache.

The hard bluestone ground was silently plowed with deep marks by the Sword Qi!

"Thirty moves!" Tie Jian's fingers, which had been twirling prayer beads, had long since stopped; his cloudy old eyes shot out sharp light, fixed intently on the center of the Sword Light storm.

"Every move aims for life, every stance is soul-stirring! Attaining emotion and forgetting emotion, Ximen Chuixue's sword is the Divine Dao, it is the ultimate truth!

Shi He's sword, from glory to Hell, from existence to nothingness, there is true meaning in gain and loss... it is Hell, it is Asura!

To actually be able to fight on equal footing! Unfortunately, his Heart-Nature is flawed, and it will not last. He will fall into a disadvantage after fifty moves, and will surely be defeated within a hundred moves."

"Indeed," Lu Jiuyuan's clear, cold voice rang out. He held the Guhong Sword and nodded, saying,

"Shi He's sword, the Demonic Path Qi has already invaded his bones, supported only by a surge of malevolence. Ximen Chuixue's sword is almost 'flawless'.

He is 'grinding'."

"Grinding?" Daoist Mu, standing behind Shi Yan, heard this and looked at the battlefield with a complex expression, muttering, "Alas, grinding away the malevolence, grinding out the flaws..."

As if to confirm Lu Jiuyuan's words, after fifty moves, the situation on the field quietly changed.

Ximen Chuixue's sword momentum remained simple, efficient, and precise; each sword swing carried a peculiar rhythm, as if synchronized with the breathing of heaven and earth.

His figure appeared increasingly calm and composed amidst the myriad sword shadows, and his white robes remained spotless even amidst the fierce clash.

In contrast, Shi He's offensive remained ferocious, his Sword Light surging like a blood wave, each sword strike still formidable.

But discerning individuals like Wang Shidai and Gao Xingkong could already see that his Aura had weakened, and his Sword Intent had been suppressed.

"Seventy moves!" Flying on Water cried out, "Shi He's sword is about to break!"

"Shi He's sword is in disarray! His heart is also in disarray!" Eagle Eye Lao Qi, whose vision was notoriously sharp, said in a deep voice, "He has lost!"

Pfft!

Ximen Chuixue's sword was withdrawn from Shi He's throat; he held the sword horizontally in front of him, blowing off a drop of blood.

Shi He's massive body crashed to the ground, his bamboo hat rolling off, revealing the face that had been flattened by a sword, with no features, only a wound in his throat.

Ximen Chuixue's white robes were still pristine; he sheathed his sword: "Wudang's Shi He, not bad, not bad! This battle was excellent!"

Holding the Black-Sheathed Longsword, he directly retreated to the side, no longer speaking, closing his eyes to rest and carefully ponder and savor the details of this battle.

Daoist Mu sighed long and deeply, a sigh that seemed to contain endless compassion and heaviness.

He slowly rose, walked forward, and gently brushed his hand over the flattened face.

"Shi He... alas!"

He straightened up, his face filled with painful regret, his gaze sweeping across the entire scene, filled with helplessness and deep sorrow:

"This is my disciple, my painstaking effort. He... committed a grave error back then and left Wudang Mountain in anger. He used his sword to flatten his face, ashamed to see anyone.

We all thought he was dead, but we never imagined... he would harbor resentment, fall into the Demonic Path, secretly establish the Youling Villa, and become Old Handle of the Saber!

He even meticulously plotted to use today's situation to subvert my Wudang and plunge the Jianghu into chaos!"

He suddenly looked at Lu Jiuyuan, his eyes complex, containing both the vexation of being deceived and a hint of subtle scrutiny:

"Sword Saint Lu! Manor Lord Ximen!

If it weren't for your righteous intervention today, discerning the treacherous plot, my Wudang's century-old reputation would have almost been ruined in an instant!

And who knows how many fellow Daoists would have suffered at the hands of this fiend! This old Daoist... on behalf of Wudang, and on behalf of our fellow Daoists in the Jianghu, thanks you both!"

He bowed deeply, a complete and sincere gesture.

I knew it, how could Daoist Mu be Old Handle of the Saber?

Many guests, who had originally been uncertain, now showed expressions of realization and wavering.

After all, Daoist Mu's long-standing prestige and image as a highly respected figure were deeply ingrained in people's hearts.

"Lao Jiu, before you start killing, I need to settle a personal grudge," Lu Xiaofeng suddenly said.

"Personal grudge?" Lu Jiuyuan looked at him with a hint of confusion.

Lu Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and nodded: "That's right, a personal grudge. Master Gusong, come out here!"

Master Gusong looked utterly astonished: "Lu Xiaofeng, why are you calling me out at this moment?

Now that Old Handle of the Saber is dead, our most important task is to clear out the remnants of Youling Villa.

These phantoms, who were already dead in the Jianghu, once they re-enter the Jianghu, who knows how much trouble they will cause."

"Everything you said is correct!" Lu Xiaofeng nodded: "So I have to thank you very, very much, Big Cousin!"

Master Gusong's pupils contracted slightly, but he still forced himself to maintain a calm expression:

"You're joking again. We've been friends for many years, and our friendship is deep, not shallow. You, Lu Xiaofeng, can just call me 'Elder Brother', why 'Cousin'?"

"I'm calling the Elder of Netherworld Manor's Elder Council, code-named 'Cousin'!" Lu Xiaofeng said coldly: "I said I would kill you, and I will definitely kill you.

Gusong, you bastard, I treated you as a good friend, but you treated me like an animal to be played with!"

Before his words finished, Lu Xiaofeng's figure shot out like an arrow from a bowstring, directly charging at Master Gusong!

He didn't use a weapon; his hands, those two fingers famous throughout the Jianghu, were his most terrifying weapons!

The surprise on Master Gusong's face instantly faded, replaced by a sinister ruthlessness.

Facing Lu Xiaofeng's thunderous assault, he neither dodged nor evaded, but instead, his right hand suddenly flicked!

"Clang—!"

A clear Dragon's cry!

A cold light suddenly shot out from his waist! It was actually a slender, flexible, and willow-leaf-thin rapier! It was usually hidden at his waist, not visible at all.

The sword body was narrow and could bend and straighten at will, moving like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, silently and at an extremely tricky angle, stabbing towards the pulse point of Lu Xiaofeng's attacking wrist!

This sword strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless, and it carried a lingering, soft, sticky sensation.

"What a 'Silk-Entwining Sword'!"

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes narrowed, and he let out a cold shout, but his body twisted strangely in a flash of lightning, like willow catkins in the wind, narrowly avoiding that snake-like stab.

His left hand, like a flower-picking willow brush, shot out like lightning, his two fingers precisely clamping the sword body as thin as a cicada's wing!

"Lingxi Finger?"

Master Gusong's pupils contracted, clearly knowing the terrifying power of Lu Xiaofeng's famous technique.

He quickly flicked his wrist, and the rapier instantly transformed into a ball of silver light, the sword body vibrating at high speed, like countless silver snakes writhing madly, emitting a heart-pounding hum!

The soft, clinging force wrapped around the sword body suddenly increased several times, attempting to break free or even sever Lu Xiaofeng's fingers with high-frequency vibrations and stickiness!

"Hmph!"

Lu Xiaofeng snorted coldly, his two fingers clamping the sword body as steady as a rock, not moving an inch!

With a twist of his fingers, the sword tip snapped off with a clang, then with a flick of his fingertip, half of the broken sword shot out with a sharp whistling sound, whizzing past Master Gusong's crotch.

Blood immediately appeared.

Master Gusong's scream had not fully escaped his throat before it transformed into a distorted, agonizing wail!

The horror and intense pain on his face twisted together; his body instinctively hunched into a shrimp, his hands desperately clutching his profusely bleeding crotch, his entire being like a person whose spine had been removed,

He instantly went limp, falling heavily onto the cold bluestone, his body convulsing violently like a fish out of water.

"Lu Xiaofeng! Very..."