"Big Brother Li is so cool."
Princess Little Jiang's eyes sparkled behind her sunglasses. Noticing the occasional glances from the nobles and dignitaries under the bright yellow canopy not far away, she quickly wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.
"Childish ghost."
Ying Bing thought to herself, but her gaze was as gentle as the bright moon.
It seems he had been waiting for this day for a long time, otherwise why would he have already prepared his plan in his mind?
"Sometimes I really want to forget that Brother Li is actually skilled in hammer techniques."
Bai Jinghong gazed at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle, but the image of the Divine Hammer Little Overlord, shaking the heavens and earth, lingered in her mind.
Dead memories are attacking him again.
"If you study, then..."
He turned his head, about to say those words to Wu Chushu, but saw the latter clutching his head, twisting like a maggot, his brain trembling.
"A hall full of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests, a single sword's light chills fourteen provinces... Such a talented poet, why is he only good at writing hammers? What a waste, what a waste of talent..."
"Why did everyone laugh at me when I recited the poems written by Master?"
Oh, right, Wu Chushu's master is Elder Cao, who is also a blacksmith.
On the judges' panel, Xie Yiding couldn't help but chuckle, "This kid's got quite the drama."
"Tsk, no wonder this kid insisted on using a sword, so that's what he was after."
Du Wufeng smiled.
Seeing Li Mo was like seeing his younger self. Who hasn't been young and impetuous, fond of showing off... in front of others?
On stage.
Seeing the obedient divine sword, Xie Xuan couldn't help but ask curiously:
"How much of the divine sword's power can you unleash?"
"You guess."
Little Li the Swordsman smiled mysteriously.
Xie Xuan: "..."
Okay, now it's time for a duel, and they really shouldn't have told me their strength.
Then he'll have to test it himself.
Old Xie was very cautious and did not draw his sword immediately.
Because Li Mo has an exceptional appearance—flowing white robes, divine sword in hand—and every move he makes exudes strong confidence, and he's also practiced diligently with Cold Fairy for several days, perhaps...
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
The patriarch's sword hung slightly lower, emitting a faint sword aura that enveloped the high platform.
Zheng--
Xie Xuan's sword did not move, but Li Mo felt as if a sharp sword was hanging over his head and his brow was itchy, as if a strong sword intent was attacking him!
He's already made his move?
This is an invisible sword!
Invisible to the naked eye, but he could clearly sense it with his Will Soul: several pure, pristine sword lights were suspended, like the reflections of birds on a shimmering lake, intertwined into a net.
Heart Sword Technique?
Li Mo immediately realized the martial arts technique used by his opponent.
The body moves first, and the control over movement and retraction both depend on the mind.
Therefore, Xie Xuan's sword was forged from the Will Soul of his own spirit, which he had honed into a sword, and used it to sever Xie Xuan's Will Soul!
Why aren't these two moving?
"Hasn't it already started? Why are you just standing there?"
Amidst the throngs of onlookers, both civilians and martial artists exchanged bewildered glances.
On the judges' panel.
"What's the situation now? Why aren't the two of them making a move?"
The eunuch in purple robes questioned the two men from the Heavenly Mountain Sword Villa.
"In fact, their confrontation has already begun."
Xie Yiding explained:
"This is a spiritual clash, the art of the Heart Sword, which is also a branch of Chunjun Sword Dao. It can bring the opponent into the spiritual space."
"If Will Soul are even slightly weak, one's spirit will be damaged; even worse, Will Soul will be shattered, resulting in immediate defeat."
Du Wufeng nodded in agreement. "That was a brilliant move. Xie Xuan's cultivation level is already higher, and the Divine Intent he observed was the patriarch's sword, making his Will Soul incomparably sharp."
"Li Mo's Will Soul... I still do not know it; this clash can only be seen with the mind."
The man in purple robes nodded. "I understand. If one loses in a mental battle, one will suffer a great loss in a real fight."
He paused, glanced at the disgruntled crowd below, and then said:
"What you two are saying is too profound. How about we... say something more?"
Xie Yiding was taken aback. "What can I say about that?"
"Just kidding, Master Xie has been through so many competitions, he must have some skills he's accumulated..."
It means you can make it up on the spot, since no one else can see it anyway.
"..."
Xie Yiding is beyond help.
"Try this." Du Wufeng handed a booklet to the purple-robed eunuch.
"What is this?"
"Album"
"?"
When people are confused, they'll accept anything offered to them.
The purple-robed eunuch's lips twitched slightly, and he opened the book and began to read.
His voice traveled through the conch shell to the entire Inner City.
"Jiang... Li Mo brandished his longsword and declared that he was determined to win today's sparring match. If he succeeded, he requested that the palace... uh, Xie Xuan, fulfill his promise." With that, he launched a preemptive attack.
Xie Xuan smiled, flicked his sleeve, and a thousand piles of snowflakes rose up. What the hell was this... He was actually using his palm as a sword, unleashing the Snow Moon Swordsmanship, and sword shadows instantly enveloped all directions.
"..."
Inner City and below the stage, the bewildered audience was even more bewildered.
They couldn't see the clash of minds, but their instincts told them something was wrong.
"?"
Princess Little Jiang's drool, which she had just wiped clean, started flowing again.
Ying Bing paused slightly in her hand, which was kneading the Big-Headed Doll, then involuntarily tightened her grip. She could see that Li Mo, who could only use a sword, was not at an advantage against Xie Xuan.
"Unless he also learns the Sword of the Mind..."
"?"
Li Mo himself was stunned, but the more important thing right now was to break Xie Xuan's Heart Sword Technique.
The tangled web of sword shadows was already upon him; all he could do was quickly summon his Will Soul.
Golden-Armored Figure suddenly appeared behind him, his eyes fixed intently.
Bite--
The sword of the mind pierced Li Mo's Will Soul, causing ripples to spread through it.
"The sword didn't even cut through it?"
Xie Xuan was taken aback. Although Li Mo's cultivation level was lower than his, the strength of Li Mo's Will Soul far exceeded his expectations.
So he persevered, simplifying the sword technique into a complex one, and with the help of the divine power of his master's sword, he unleashed it with his spirit.
Li Mo 'Will Soul was shaken.
However, this round of swordplay was not the end; Xie Xuan's attacks became increasingly rapid.
Heaven-Equalizing Battle Intent was like a burning fire, swaying in the wind. No matter how strong his Will Soul was, he could not ignore the spiritual confrontation with his opponent.
If this continues, we will eventually be defeated.
"It was taught by Ice Block..."
Li Mo forced himself to concentrate and carefully recall what he had been thinking.
While trying to understand what Ice Block said, they also observed Xie Xuan's method of activating the Mind Sword, verifying each other's understanding.
The essence of the sword of the mind is sword intent, but my sword intent...
Little Li fell into deep thought.
Yes, the Heavenly Human Divine Sword.
Although the sword intent in the Heavenly Human Divine Sword was not his, he had learned it all. With a little guidance, releasing it would be no problem!
The audience members were also lost in thought.
In the quiet Inner City, the purple-clad eunuch's voice sounded particularly passionate.
Suddenly, Li Mo roared, unleashing his three swords into one. This single strike was a culmination of his life's cultivation, aimed at breaking through the enemy's defenses. In an instant, the sword moved like a rainbow!
Xie Xuan finally showed some interest, and moved his feet with a slightly more serious expression. He transformed his palm into a finger, lightly tapped the tip of his sword, and the enormous recoil force actually sent Li Mo flying backward, spitting blood!
Xie Xuan was extremely anxious and quickly helped Li Mo up to check his injuries.
"Who would have thought that Li Mo, who had just been spitting blood, suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Xie Xuan's hand, and grinned wickedly: 'Master, I've caught you! You've lost!'"
Xie Xuan's face flushed, making him appear even more...
The purple-robed eunuch became increasingly engrossed in reading.
"What is this garbage?!"
Xie Yiding snatched the picture book with a dark face, and after seeing the cover, the veins on his forehead bulged:
"<The Overbearing Empress Falls in Love With Me>?!?"
"...?"
Ying Bing lowered her eyes and pursed her lips.