Chapter 116 The First Battle of the Vermilion Bird of the Ming Dynasty! The Radish-Carved Sword That

"boom--!!!"

The crimson flaming flying sword and the pitch-black, raging sword energy collided fiercely in mid-air in the Taiji Hall!

In that instant, it was as if a small, blazing sun had risen inside the hall.

The terrifying heat and the chaotic aftershocks of the sword energy swept wildly in all directions, leaving deep, charred marks on the already precious golden nanmu pillars.

"Oh my god!"

Sikong Changfeng was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, waving his black gold spear repeatedly to create layer upon layer of spear intent barriers, barely managing to protect the few trembling diners and waiters behind him.

"This...this kid is truly unparalleled?! When did he become so strong?!"

Sikong Changfeng looked utterly incredulous.

He remembered clearly that a few months ago in Snow Moon City, although Wushuang was exceptionally talented, he was only at the peak of the Freedom Realm, barely able to control five flying swords.

But now?

Thirteen flying swords appeared simultaneously! And even the legendary demonic sword "Great Ming Vermilion Bird," which was said to be extremely prone to backfiring on its wielder, was wielded by him with ease, its power even subtly surpassing that of the Angry Sword Immortal?!

What kind of magic potion did they take?!

"Could this be... the power of the legendary 'Cutting Butter Training Method'?!"

Suddenly, the image of Su Changqing forcing Wushuang to cut a thousand catties of potato shreds every day flashed through Sikong Changfeng's mind. At the time, he thought Su Changqing was deliberately tormenting her, but now it seemed... he himself was the clown!

"Damn it! If I had known that cutting potatoes could turn into unparalleled swordsmanship, I would never have bothered practicing with a gun back then! I should have gone to New Oriental Culinary School for further studies!" Sikong Changfeng mentally ranted.

And in the center of the battlefield.

At this moment, Yan Zhantian's heart was filled with even more turbulent waves!

He is one of the five great sword immortals, almost invincible below the Divine Realm! Even if Zhao Yuzhen came, she wouldn't dare to take his powerful sword strike head-on!

But this young man, who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, not only took the hit head-on, but the scorching sword energy attached to the strange red flying sword actually rolled up along his Po Jun sword, as if it was going to ignite his internal energy!

"This kid's sword intent... actually contains a trace of the laws of the Great Dao?!"

Yan Zhantian, as expected of a sword master, instantly saw through the clues in the Peerless Sword Technique.

That extreme restraint and precision was like sculpting the most delicate work of art. Every wisp of sword energy was used on the blade, without the slightest waste!

This doesn't resemble the sweeping, powerful swordplay of the Peerless City at all; it's more like...

"This is swordsmanship honed from chopping vegetables?!"

Yan Zhantian was so angry when he recalled Wushuang's words, "carved radish sword intent," that he almost vomited blood.

This is an insult to him! A blatant insult!

"You arrogant brat! Do you really think you can stand against me with just a demonic sword?!"

Yan Zhantian roared, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot. He bit his tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the Po Jun Sword.

"Raging Sword Technique - Draw your sword and furiously cleave the heavens!"

Rumble!

Yan Zhantian's black sword energy surged several times over in an instant, transforming him into an ancient, wrathful Vajra. He gripped the broken sword tightly with both hands, leaped high into the air, and with a terrifying aura of mutual destruction, slashed down at Wushuang!

He held nothing back with this sword strike!

"That old madman is going to fight to the death!"

Sikong Changfeng's expression changed drastically. "Wushuang! Get out of the way! You can't withstand this sword strike!"

however.

Wushuang stood still, motionless.

Faced with that violent sword strike that seemed to cleave the heavens and earth, his eyes became even calmer, even revealing a hint of...discrimination.

"It's too rough."

Wushuang shook his head, his tone exactly the same as Su Changqing's usual way of commenting on his chopping vegetables.

"The power is sufficient, but it's full of flaws. It's like a rotten potato that hasn't been peeled; it looks big, but the inside is all rotten."

Wushuang gently pointed his sword finger with his right hand.

"return."

The Great Ming Vermilion Bird, which was originally fighting against the Broken Army Sword, suddenly let out a clear phoenix cry and drew a semicircle in mid-air with great agility, actually taking the initiative to avoid Yan Zhantian's fierce and unparalleled attack!

"What?!"

Yan Zhantian was stunned. He had already charged up his sword with full power, intending to clash head-on with Da Ming Zhuque, but the opponent suddenly withdrew.

It was like punching cotton; the intense backlash from having nowhere to channel his power caused his blood to surge, and his downward sword strike involuntarily faltered.

In the very instant that slight pause appeared!

A sharp glint flashed in Wushuang's eyes!

"Now!"

"Cloud Shuttle, Light Frost, Soft as a Finger, Jade Ruyi... Twelve swords, form an array!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The remaining twelve flying swords, at this moment, were like twelve independent beams of light, instantly piercing through the large gaps exposed by Yan Zhantian's overused moves with incredible speed and trajectory!

They did not directly attack Yan Zhantian's vital points.

Instead, it moved and intertwined rapidly around Yan Zhantian's body like a net!

"What...what is going on?!"

Yan Zhantian was shocked. He desperately tried to swing his Po Jun sword to cut the flying swords, but he was horrified to find that the trajectory of these flying swords was too tricky and too delicate!

They are like the scalpels of a skilled butcher, always able to precisely avoid his sword's edge, and then gently "shave" off a layer of skin from his protective sword aura!

laugh!laugh!laugh!

The sound of fine cutting continued to ring out.

Yan Zhantian's proud and ferocious sword energy shield was visibly thinning under the continuous cutting of the twelve flying swords, which were like peeling an onion!

"It's time to end this."

A confident smile appeared on Wushuang's lips.

He suddenly pointed his right sword-like finger forward!

"The Vermilion Bird of the Ming Dynasty—carved with radish!"

"Chirp—!!!"

The Great Vermilion Bird that had retreated earlier suddenly transformed in mid-air into a real Vermilion Bird divine bird bathed in raging flames!

It carried a terrifyingly high temperature that could burn everything, and with an indescribable graceful movement, it pierced through Yan Zhantian's already shattered protective sword energy through the gaps cut by the twelve flying swords!

"boom!"

A loud bang.

Yan Zhantian felt a heat in his chest, followed by an irresistible, enormous impact that sent him flying!

"Clang!"

The broken sword in his hand slammed heavily onto the ground.

He himself slid across the smooth floor of the Taiji Hall like a tattered sack for over ten feet before finally coming to a stop against the wall at the far end of the hall.

"puff--!"

Yan Zhantian coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

He looked down at his chest.

A huge hole was clearly visible in his sturdy black robe.

But what's shocking is...

The edge of that hole was actually scorched by incredibly precise high-temperature sword energy into a lifelike... radish flower?!

Even the texture of the petals is clearly visible!

Aside from suffering some internal injuries from the shock of internal force, he himself didn't even have a scratch!

"this……"

Yan Zhantian stared blankly at the "flower" on his chest, his mind completely blank.

lost.

He, the mighty Furious Sword Immortal, was actually defeated by a boy who was not even twenty years old!

Moreover, the opponent not only broke his strongest attack, but also "carved" a flower on his chest!

What does this tell us?

This shows that even in that life-or-death exchange, the opponent remained completely at ease! He still retained most of his strength! He even treated this battle as a game to practice his "carving" skills!

The ultimate humiliation! And the ultimate crushing defeat!

"I... I've been defeated so utterly..."

Yan Zhantian gave a bitter laugh, and his previously violent aura instantly weakened. He knew that his proud swordsmanship had been utterly defeated in the face of this young man's strange and terrifying "vegetable-cutting sword intent".

"call--"

Wushuang exhaled a long breath and withdrew his sword finger.

The thirteen flying swords circled once in the air, emitting a cheerful sword cry, and then with a "whoosh," they all flew back into the Peerless Sword Box.

"Tsk, it's still a bit undercooked."

Wushuang looked at the slightly charred radish flower on Yan Zhantian's chest and shook her head in dissatisfaction.

"If that sword strike had been just 0.01 seconds faster, the flower petals would have had two more layers of folds carved into them. Looks like I'll have to keep practicing with real radishes when I get back."

Upon hearing this...

Yan Zhantian, who was already deeply affected, was so angry that he fainted.

A dignified sword immortal was so angered by a "radish flower" that he fainted.

If this gets out, it'll probably make the whole martial arts world laugh their heads off.

"Gulp."

Sikong Changfeng swallowed hard, looking at the boy who was brushing the dust off his body, and felt that he had wasted all these years.

"This...is this the monster Su Changqing trained?"

Sikong Changfeng screamed inwardly, "I've made up my mind! When Su Changqing comes back, even if I have to go bankrupt, I'll send all those little brats from Xueyue City to his kitchen to chop vegetables!"

While everyone in the hall was still immersed in the shock of Wushuang's amazing sword strike,

"Da, da, da."

Outside the main hall, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from a leisurely pace.

Followed by.

A voice, tinged with a hint of laziness and a touch of mockery, rang out from outside the empty gate.

"Wow, it's quite lively here."

"Wushuang, I think I just heard you say you're going to continue practicing slicing radishes?"

"Perfect timing, we're having braised beef brisket with radish tonight. Go and chop up those two hundred pounds of radishes from the backyard later."

I heard this sound.

Wushuang froze, his smug expression from just showing off instantly crumbling into a bitter face.

Sikong Changfeng, on the other hand, was so excited that he almost cried, as if he had seen a savior.

He turned his head abruptly.

Outside the main hall, in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The familiar, luxurious carriage, pulled by four jade lions, was quietly parked there.

Su Changqing carried Xiao Nuomi and slowly walked down from the carriage.

Behind him, Li Hanyi, Xiao Se, and Lei Wujie filed out one after another.

The true owner of Changqing Tower, along with his "ultimate working team," has finally...

Back in the city!