White Haori, a strong and fierce body, a blindfold on her right eye, and strands of hair that stood upright.
More wooden swords?
Xia Yi raised his knife to dodge, but his eyes widened in shock when he saw the man taking two steps back.
Holding the sword that was covered in battle marks, there was no killing intent on Wood Sword Eight's face. Even so, Xia Yi's instincts were still telling him that the other party was dangerous.
This person…was a fierce person.
But the question was, what could he teach him?
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Wooden Sword Eight seemed to have seen through his thoughts. He raised his saber and pressed it against his shoulder.
Then, he gave Xia Yi a malicious smile that was filled with the smell of blood, like a beast at the top of the food chain looking at its shivering prey.
"Don't misunderstand, weak little fish. I'm not here to teach you anything. Techniques, spiritual pressure, ghost dao, sword techniques…those were things that only the weak needed. I…"
As the malice on his face grew stronger, he looked at Xia Yi who was in a defensive stance with his knife. His voice suddenly had a huge anticipation,"
"I just want to kill you, or…be killed by you.”
Wasn't this the line of the Fire Cloud Evil God?
Xia Yi complained in his heart.
But at the same time, he had to admit that compared to Moonlight Gale and Old Master Mingzhu…the pressure that the captain of the Eleventh Division brought to him was incomparable.
The air seemed to have turned into sticky blood, telling the story of this man's past killings.
And the scars on his body represented his unparalleled achievements!
The strongest Sword Eight in history. (Sis Hua smiled without saying anything.)
A super fierce person who came out of the most chaotic area of Liuhun Street, Gengmu District, did not rely on the knife, the specious sword path, or the eight thousand flows of the sword. In Death, which had countless abilities, he was a man who had made a name for himself with a simple sword!
Today, she had appeared in front of him.
He wasn't here to teach her, which meant…
At the thought of this, Xia Yi's gaze gradually changed.
Breathe!
Old Master Mingzhu's voice rang out.
Cough cough, when fighting with others, don't hesitate, because hesitation will make your blade blunt.
Moonlight Gale's teaching seemed like it was just yesterday.
Xia Yi's eyes became extremely sharp. In response to him, the Emperor's Death in his hand flashed with a chilling sharpness in the night of the dojo.
The Breath of Thunder quietly circulated, and wisps of white gas came out from his mouth and nose.
"Oh?"
Wood Sword Eight's mouth widened.
"It's clearly just an insect that's not worth mentioning, but it still has the courage to swallow an elephant? Brat, your courage is commendable!"
As he spoke, his body suddenly trembled.
The white Haori instantly fell.
"In that case, I'll give you a chance.”
He held the mottled sword in his hand. The blade that looked like a saw after countless battles suddenly pointed at his head.
"Head, arteries, spine, eyes, heart, chest…Come on, aim at the place you want to cut. Use that dull blade of yours and slash at the place you want to slash the most. I'll suppress my spiritual pressure to the same level as yours. This way…I won't be taking advantage of you, right?”
Looking at the other party's naked upper body and hearing such arrogant words, Xia Yi suddenly laughed.
Then, his figure flashed and disappeared.
Gentle Dance!
When he appeared again, he was already close enough to arrive in front of Gengmu Sword Eight.
However, this man did not show any fear from the beginning to the end, even if the tip of the sword was just a little bit away from touching his eyes.
However, there was still nothing.
There was only excitement.
"Stab! Little brat! And then…fight me to the death in a battle where only one of us can win!“
The malice in his voice could not be suppressed. In a trance, it was as if a demon had appeared behind him and was roaring at Xia Yi silently.
However, Xia Yi flicked his wrist and the back of the blade hit Gengmu Sword Eight's shoulder.
Then, he took five steps back.
"One slash, I'm done. Now, you want a fight?"
As he spoke, he slowly bent over. Green electric currents appeared around him, as if countless snakes were hissing at Gengmu Sword Eight.
Breath of Thunder…
The biggest wheel!
All concentrated!
Phew...
A huge puff of smoke was released from Xia Yi's surroundings.
"Then I'll give you a fight!"
Lightning flashed!
"Ding!"
As expected, Emperor Death was blocked by the other party.
However, Xia Yi wasn't surprised at all. His mastery of the Wooden Leaf Flowing Blade Technique made him subconsciously use the second move.
Seamless Dance!
Shua…
Countless saber lights shot out from his surroundings and cut into Gengmu Sword Eight's body.
Hiss hiss ~
The tiny blade quickly cut through the other party's body.
However, there wasn't a hint of pain on Wood Sword Eight's face. There was only a malicious smile on his face that didn't decrease in excitement.
"Tsk!"
Blood flowed everywhere.
Suddenly, Xia Yi's Emperor's Death was caught in his hand.
Ignoring the blood that was flowing down his palm, Mu Jianba held the knife and suddenly bent down. He stared into Xia Yi's eyes and said word by word like a demon,"
"Don't take out such fancy things. Little brat! In this battle, you and I are both beasts, and only one side can win. And before that, we will…fight to the death!”
As he spoke, he let go of Fallen Emperor and finally raised the Shallow Strike in his hand high.
"Now…let's begin!"
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