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Gun Immortal, Sikong Changfeng.
He held a white piece, pondered for a moment, and then placed it.
With a "thud," each time he placed a piece, a hole appeared on the chessboard.
Sikong Changfeng gave a wry smile and said, "Do you remember what I told you a few days ago? The Lei Clan disciple I saw next to Mo Xiaohei knew the art of fire burning. If I'm not mistaken, he is Lei Hong's disciple."
"It is said that he has already entered Xiaguan City and is going to challenge the Dengtian Pavilion. If I am not mistaken, he came for you. I'm afraid you can't escape the old score with Lei Hong."
"Hmph." A cold snort came from somewhere.
“That child was wearing a red dress. I remember his mother; she also loved wearing that red dress after she took off her sword armor.” Sikong Changfeng placed another piece.
But the person hiding in the shadows did not use sword energy to break through again. After a long silence, they asked, "Are you sure it really is that person?"
“If you saw it, you would be able to confirm that his eyebrows are exactly the same as his mother’s, and that silly personality is something he learned from his father.” Sikong Changfeng smiled.
"The seeds have grown, and the pieces have finally entered the game." The person hidden in the shadows sighed.
"Yes." Seeing that the other party had lost interest in playing chess, Sikong Changfeng also put away the chessboard: "This time there weren't many holes. We can fix it when we get back and play again next time."
"The pieces are already in play, but where are the players?"
Sikong Changfeng stood up and picked up the spear from the ground: "There are no players in this game; everyone is a piece. If we must say there is a player, then he was already dead when the game officially began."
"Can we take back our moves?" Sikong Changfeng felt a gust of leaves drift past him, and a person dressed in white, holding a long sword, stood with his back to him.
Sikong Changfeng shook his head: "A gentleman doesn't take back his moves."
“But I am not a gentleman.” The man with the long sword walked forward.
Sikong Changfeng followed (Qian Le Zhao): "Are we going to see that child? With that child's abilities, he could have reached the twelfth floor at most, but some meddlesome fellow treated him to a pot of 'Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon,' and now his skills have increased by three levels. He might really be able to reach the sixteenth floor."
"Romance and romance? It's him?"
"Yes, it's him."
"Where is he? Why didn't he come with you?"
"He said he was going to that overseas fairy mountain to find the last ingredient in order to brew the Meng Po soup."
"The Soup of Oblivion? That sacred mountain is the most dangerous place right now! Does he really want to forget the past?"
"He only wanted to forget that one thing, but he wouldn't care if he forgot everything else in order to forget that one thing."
"madman."
At this time.
A sudden roar came from the sky.
"Damn! Here we go again!"
Sikong Changfeng frowned, picked up his spear and stood in the void, looking up at the deep black hole that had been torn open in the sky.
Within that deep, dark hole, something terrifying seemed to lurk.
The woman in white also stopped in her tracks as she was about to leave.
"It seems that the matter of seeing your brother will have to be postponed," Sikong Changfeng said in a deep voice.
"When will we finally kill all these people?!" Li Hanyi's tone was chilling, and the Iron Horse Ice River in his hand was as hard as iron.
"These are celestial beings! It's already incredibly difficult for a mortal to fight against them, let alone kill them. Even our master couldn't do that."
Sikong Changfeng said helplessly, then he roared angrily, as if to dispel the fear in his heart and boost his morale.
"kill!!!"
A long spear, like a dragon, pierced straight into the deep, dark hole.
The next moment, a terrifying, pale hand descended from the black mist, suppressing everything.
Chapter 81 The Sword Immortal's Wrath! Ten Miles of Falling Flowers!
After a period of adventure.
Lei Wujie finally stepped into the sixteenth floor of the Ascension Pavilion.
Lei Wujie leaped up, bursting through the roof and landing atop the Ascending Heaven Pavilion. He shouted loudly, "Lei Wujie, disciple of Lei Hong of the Lei Family Fortress, challenges the sword in Snow Moon City!"
"I request an audience with Li Hanyi, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal!"
To challenge the sword in Snowmoon City? To seek an audience with Li Hanyi?
Everyone was shocked upon hearing this.
Li Hanyi, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, is one of the five sword immortals in the world. Since he drew his sword, he has never been defeated. He also won all three battles against the peerless city lord.
Even though he was a disciple of the Thunder Sect,
What right does he have to question the Sword Immortal?
Xiao Se knew the inside story, so his expression wasn't that surprised, but he felt a strange sense of unease in his heart.
The very name Li Hanyi carries a sense of dread.
Among the three city lords of Snow Moon City, Sikong Changfeng is revered as the unparalleled Spear Immortal in the world. However, he is also the only one who is close to his disciples and truly in charge of Snow Moon City.
The city lord, Baili Dongjun, is elusive and rarely seen; no one has ever seen him before.
The Second City Lord, Li Hanyi, has always lived in seclusion in the Cangshan Mountains, practicing swordsmanship in seclusion. She has never appeared in Xueyue City, and everything about her is a mystery.
After Lei Wujie shouted angrily, no one responded for a long time, which made him a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat and shouted again: "Lei Wujie, disciple of Lei Hong of Lei Family Fortress, challenges the sword in Snow Moon City!"
"I request an audience with Li Hanyi, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal!"
Still no one answered. The wind was strong on the top of the pavilion, and Lei Wujie felt a bit desolate. He recalled how Lei Yunhe had just summoned wind and thunder on the top of the pavilion, acting like an immortal. He thought to himself that the gap between people was really too great.
"Lei Family Fortress..." Lei Wujie kept calling out.
"What are you shouting for? It's so noisy." Lei Wujie felt a blur before his eyes, and a person dressed in white with a gray veil suddenly appeared from the horizon and stood in front of him in an instant.
The man angrily retorted, "Asking about the Sword Snow Moon City? On what grounds? Just because of your pig-slaughtering sword?"
“It’s the Killing Sword…” Lei Wujie whispered.
"Get lost!" The man swung his long sword, and half of the pavilion's roof was lifted off by that single strike.
"Li Hanyi, you bastard!" Sikong Changfeng also appeared. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the pavilion roof and cursed angrily.
Lei Wujie was struck down by a sword and fell from the sixteenth floor.
So what if she reached the sixteenth floor? Just like how the Gun Immortal knocked down the beggar with a single spear, Li Hanyi also knocked down Lei Wujie with a single sword this time.
However, when Lei Wujie fell to the thirteenth floor, he plunged his sword into the Ascending Heaven Pavilion, and then fell three more floors to stop his fall.
He gathered all his true energy, and the Garuda illusion behind him reappeared, rising straight to the Garuda realm of the Fire Scorching Technique! He lightly touched his toes and leaped up, once again reaching the top of the Heavenly Pavilion.
"Fire Scorching Technique, Garuda Realm?" Li Hanyi frowned slightly, holding his longsword. "Why bring out such a stunt? It's embarrassing!"
She swung her longsword again, and the entire roof of the pavilion was blown off.
Lei Wujie hadn't even regained his footing when he fell down again.
Sikong Changfeng below was heartbroken and could not bear to look any longer.
Unlike him, the elders in Snow Moon City all rushed out and leaped towards the Ascension Pavilion.
Luo Mingxuan caught up with Fairy Luoxia, who was running all the way, and asked breathlessly, "Master, why is everyone in such a hurry to get to something?"
Yin Luoxia gazed at the white-clad figure standing atop the pavilion and said in a deep voice, "Watch that sword immortal's sword strike!"
Lei Wujie fell to the bottom this time. Xie Yanshu, the guardian of the first floor, was looking up to watch the battle when he suddenly saw the red-clad figure fall in front of him.
Xie Yanshu stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and asked in confusion, "Dead?"
Lei Wujie's body twitched.
"Not completely dead yet?" Xie Yanshu tapped him again.
"Drink!" Lei Wujie suddenly stood up.
"A...a corpse rising from the dead?" Xie Yanshu was so frightened that he took three steps back.
Lei Wujie, his clothes torn and covered in dust, drew his Killing Fear Sword and was about to charge forward again when he suddenly heard a voice from not far away.
"Li Fansong, a disciple of Zhao Yuzhen of Qingcheng Mountain, has come to pay a visit to Xueyue City to challenge the Sword Immortal Li Hanyi of Xueyue!"
The peach wood sword on the pageboy's back finally shot into the sky, and the scholar Li Fansong leaped up, gripping the peach wood sword, and flew straight up towards the top of the Dengtian Pavilion.
"Not bad, she has the style of Zhao Yuzhen!" Sikong Changfeng exclaimed.
Lei Wujie turned around, his face full of resentment: "I was the one who broke into the pavilion. If you want to ask the Sword Immortal, you should start from the first floor."
Li Fansong's sword was like a rainbow piercing the sun, its white light dazzling, quite like an immortal. With one sword, he reached the top of the pavilion that was still an inch away, and with another sword, he reached the chest of the sword immortal Li Hanyi who was standing on that inch!
"The Unscrupulous Sword?" Li Hanyi raised an eyebrow slightly.
"It's the Boundless Sword!" Li Fansong roared.
"Measure my ass!" Li Hanyi swung his longsword in a wide circle, then slashed downwards. The sweeping, powerful strokes were actually from the rather rudimentary Five Tiger Soul-Severing Blade technique!
“You brat, why would I need to use my sword against you?” Li Hanyi said arrogantly.
Li Fansong felt an immense force crashing down on him. Rumors circulated that Li Hanyi of Snow Moon City possessed agile and unparalleled swordsmanship. "Unparalleled my foot!" Li Fansong cursed angrily. His sword momentum was halted, and he was finally struck down, plummeting sixteen stories before landing beside Lei Wujie.
Lei Wujie stared blankly at this Qingcheng Mountain disciple who had only enjoyed a brief moment of glory, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Brother, are you alright..."
Li Fansong stood up, dusted himself off, and said calmly, "I can't beat them."
Lei Wujie quickly nodded in agreement: "We can't beat them."
Li Fansong thought for a moment and suggested, "How about we all go together?"
Lei Wujie, now devoid of any arrogance, hurriedly nodded and said, "Okay!"
"Lei Wujie, a disciple of Lei Hong from Lei Family Fortress, has come to challenge the Sword of Snow Moon City!"
"Li Fansong, a disciple of Zhao Yuzhen of Qingcheng Mountain, has also come to challenge the sword in Snow Moon City!"
A fire-patterned sword and a peach wood sword soared into the sky once more.
Li Hanyi looked at the two who joined forces almost without hesitation, sneered, and suddenly plunged the sword in her hand into the pavilion. She also leaped up, her long sleeves fluttering wildly, and two sword energies dissipated from her sleeves.
Li Fansong suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell down again.
The Garuda illusion behind Lei Wujie collapsed again and plummeted downwards.
Yin Luoxia, who was watching the battle from a distance, exclaimed, "What excellent swordsmanship!"
Luo Mingxuan looked puzzled: "The Second City Lord clearly put down his sword, how can this be considered a sword move?"
Yin Luoxia glanced at him and sneered, "This child is beyond redemption."
Luo Mingxuan scratched his head: "That's why it was taken down."
Tang Lian exclaimed in alarm, "Not good!" Just now, Li Fansong and Lei Wujie were able to fall straight down sixteen floors with only superficial injuries because they had true qi protecting them. But now, their true qi has been broken by Li Hanyi's sword qi. If they fall down again, they will surely die.
At this moment, the pageboy Feixuan stepped forward, gently waved his hand, and shouted, "Stop!"
The two men's decline slowed down significantly.
Fei Xuan gently raised his palm upwards and called out, "Rise!"
The two of them rose up again.
"Excellent. The aura of the Great Dragon and Elephant of Mount Qingcheng! So a master is here." Sikong Changfeng exclaimed in admiration.
Fei Xuan was not at ease either, with large beads of sweat dripping down his face.
"Can you still draw your sword?" Li Fansong asked Lei Wujie, whose face was pale.
Lei Wujie gripped the Killing Fear Sword tightly in his hand: "I can still unleash one more strike."
Li Fansong: "Nods. Perfect, I still have one sword left."
"Wu Jie has one more sword, please, Sword Immortal, test it!" Lei Wu Jie shouted with his last breath.
"I also possess a sword; please, Sword Immortal, test it!" Li Fansong declared loudly.
"Sword Name: Blazing Thunder!"
"Sword Name: Boundless Heavenly Dipper!"
A red light and a purple light gradually converged in the air, sword energy surged, churning up the remaining clouds. Li Hanyi frowned slightly, her white clothes fluttering wildly in the wind, and the Dengtian Pavilion swayed precariously, as if it were about to collapse.
"Now that's more like asking a sword immortal for guidance," Sikong Changfeng laughed.