"Forget it. It's useless to think about so many useless things. I might as well focus on cultivation. Only when my cultivation is strong enough will I have the opportunity to sacrifice to the Emperor.”
As Yan Chixia was thinking, he placed the Qiankun Sword between his legs and sat down cross-legged.
A faint immortal aura appeared on his body.
Ever since Yan Chixia received the Celestial Qi from the Taoist Contemplation Art given by Prince of the East, he had been condensing the Celestial Qi every night to gain enlightenment of the Way of Celestial Immortality.
"Yan Chixia!"
In front of Ruolan Temple, a figure wearing a bamboo hat and a black night-traveling suit strode in.
"Hmm?"
Yan Chixia opened his eyes and slowly stood up with the Qiankun Sword in his hand.
"Brother Xiahou? You're here again?"
Looking at the person in front of him, Yan Chixia smiled bitterly and shook his head.
It was none other than Xia Hou, the swordsman known as the best swordsman in the world!
"You're not my match, let's go.”
Yan Chixia wiped the Qiankun Sword in his hand and said lightly.
"We haven't fought yet, how do you know I'm not your match!？”
"There's no point in talking anymore. We'll know when we fight!"
Xia Hou's eyes lit up in shock. He flipped his palm and took out a long sword from his back.
Then, with a dark expression, he stabbed his sword at Yan Chixia.
This sword technique was extremely sharp and aggressive, and it didn't live up to his title as the number one sword in the world.
However, Yan Chixia didn't say a word when he saw the sword technique. He shook his wrist and threw the Qiankun Sword into the air. Then, he leaped up and put the Qiankun Sword in his palm. He attacked Xia Hou from above and stabbed him!
With this move, not only did he dodge Xia Hou's fierce attack, but he also took the initiative to attack!
A trace of panic flashed across Xia Hou's face. Looking at Yan Chixia who was flying over from above, he hurriedly withdrew his sword and blocked in front of him.
In the next moment, Yan Chixia's Qiankun Sword arrived in front of him.
"Clink!"
A crisp sound of metal colliding rang out.
Xia Hou looked at Yan Chixia in disbelief.
Xia Hou's sword had been pierced by Yan Chixia, and the Qiankun Sword was only a hair away from Xia Hou's throat.
If Yan Chixia wanted to take his life, it would be a piece of cake.
" How is this possible?!"
" Yan Chixia, I didn't expect you to sharpen your sword in Lanruo Temple for half a month. It's far beyond my imagination. I admit that I'm not your match, and I'm not worthy of being the number one sword in the world…"
Xia Hou couldn't accept this fact, and his expression was desolate.
With just one move, Yan Chixia was able to send a chill down its spine.
This meant that the two of them were not on the same level at all.
However, half a month ago, he could still fight Yan Chixia for a long time. Why was there such a huge gap now?
This was simply inconceivable.
Yan Chixia shook his head as he looked at Xia Hou's strange expression.
"Brother Xiahou, we fought for seven years, and you lost for seven whole years.”
"However, you are quite patient. I will hide there and you will chase after me.”
"However, after today, I believe that you have also discovered that the gap between you and me has already reached an insurmountable level. From now on, I hope that you will not pester me.”
Yan Chixia seemed to have sprinkled salt on Xia Hou's wound.
After seven years of fighting, Xia Hou had lost for seven whole years!
He had not expected that he would lose so badly this time.
However, a loss was a loss. Xia Hou did not say a word and turned to leave.
Looking at Xia Hou's lonely back, Yan Chixia could not bear it and suddenly said loudly.
"Brother Xiahou!"
Xia Hou turned around.
"You have a fatal flaw. If you can correct it, you might not be inferior to me in the future.”
Yan Chixia said.
Hearing this, Xia Hou's face darkened. He was a prideful person. Even if the other party had beaten him for seven years, he could not accept others commenting on his shortcomings.
But he didn't say anything and just lowered his head.
Yan Chixia was obviously a straight old man. He did not know how to read people's expressions and immediately continued.
"You have wasted too much youth, your will is too proud, your ambition is too great, and you do not strive for improvement!”
"For the sake of the reputation of the so-called number one sword in the world, you have exposed your sharpness too much and your intentions are not correct. The spirit and form of the moves are unstable, the fire is too strong, and the moves are powerful but powerless…"
Swordsman Xiahou's face turned darker and darker. He clenched his fists and his breathing became rapid.
Yan Chixia didn't realize it and continued.
"Also, your sword is fast but not accurate."
Before Yan Chixia could finish, Xia Hou roared.
"Have you said enough? Yan Chixia, don't think that you can humiliate me just because you defeated me. I admit that I'm not your match this time, but I'll definitely defeat you next time!”
Xia Hou said firmly and left angrily.
This time, Yan Chixia could not stay no matter what.
Xia Hou walked to the town at the foot of the mountain with anger and bought a whole pot of good wine.
A skilled person is bold.
Xia Hou drank while walking in the desolate mountains and forests.
This time, he had lost to Yan Chixia. He had lost too miserably.
In the past, no matter how many times he lost, he could accept it.
But this time, he could not withstand even one move.
Xia Hou's face turned red after gulping down the liquor. He was in a daze and his steps swayed.
Soon, he lay down in front of a dead tree and drank the jug of strong wine in his hand.
"It hurts…Delightful!"
Xia Hou burped, feeling extremely drunk.
At this moment, he saw a white figure floating over from not far away.
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