"Such shameless boasting," someone beside them snorted coldly.
The head of Lin Jian Academy exchanged a glance with the female vice head beside him.
The two of them possessed absolute confidence.
Long ago, Great Zhou had always borne the legend of the Three Swords.
The so-called Three Swords were the Sword Maniac and the two Nameless Swords.
Later, after they defeated the Sword Maniac Li Zi, all sword cultivators in Great Zhou revered them, and Lin Jian Academy was hailed as the strongest sacred land of swordsmanship.
Thus, when it came to the sword, they feared no one.
"How about this?" the academy head said. "If you defeat us, the two of us will be at your disposal.
"We'll wager our lives. But if we win, we only want the Sword Canon. We can let you leave safely. What do you say?"
"Accepted," Xie Changliu replied calmly.
With one step, he was already standing on the arena. His body stood tall and straight, like a sharp sword about to leave its sheath.
The male and female Nameless Swords exchanged a glance, then also stepped onto the arena.
The academy head drew his sword. The sheath at his waist rang with a clang, and the long sword gleamed with a faint blue light.
He said blandly, "This sword is called the Cang He Sword. It weighs thirty-six jin and is thirty-eight centimeters long. It is one of the ten famous swords of my homeland."
The female vice head also drew her sword and stood poised. Her long robe completely concealed her graceful figure.
Her gaze swept across the sword's shadow as she likewise said, "This sword is called Cheng Ying. It weighs twenty-six jin and is thirty-six centimeters long. Wherever its edge points, nothing can withstand it."
The two Nameless Swords