Chopping the Master to Death with Random Sword Strikes

This scene left Mu Yun dumbfounded.

What stunned them wasn't the fight between Xiao Bai and Lan Daozi, but the clothes they had meticulously hand-woven...

They were torn on the very first day!

These two garments were their peak creations, woven by hand after collecting countless rare materials through numerous connections and spending several days and nights on them, even delaying secret missions because of it.

And they were ruined by a single sword slash...

Mu Yun watched, heartbroken, but didn't know what to say.

They understood in their heart that even if they used the Forbidden Demonic Power, they couldn't guarantee a win against Lan Daozi.

They had heard from the Onmyoji that this Sword Fanatic could single-handedly challenge all the Elders and disciples of Hundred Herbs Peak.

Even if the Onmyoji didn't know their and Yu Hu's true identities, it still spoke volumes about Lan Daozi's strength.

After all, growing herbs and Pill Refining didn't require overly strong cultivators, and Hundred Herbs Peak had never had a Nascent Soul expert.

The Sword Wielder of a sect is the vanguard for slaying demons and devils, dedicated to challenging the strongest!

And Lan Daozi's sword technique was divine, with combat power second only to his Master, Wei Shanjun, ranking second on Sword Wielding Peak.

Looking across the Entire Sect, Lan Daozi's combat power could also rank among the top ten, unmatched among the younger generation.

Even so, when comparing swordsmanship at the same cultivation level, Mu Yun inexplicably felt that Xiao Bai might not necessarily lose to Lan Daozi...

What was this mysterious confidence about?

They found it strange.

Looking at Yu Hu again... this Demoness had actually picked up a Celadon Teacup, completely in a mood to watch the show.

Truly worthy of being a heartless fox, you're something else!

Isn't he your man?

For some reason, an inexplicable anger surged in Mu Yun's heart.

Their mind was completely engrossed by the battle on the Arena, having entirely forgotten that they had once been pierced through the heart by Xiao Bai's sword.

The strong winds from the collision of magma and cold air continued to rage.

Xiao Bai's brain froze for a moment.

It had to be said, although Lan Daozi was small and his Spiritual Pressure was restricted, the Great Demon King's oppressive force was truly as stable as Mount Tai.

Recovering, Xiao Bai seized the opportunity to counterattack.

Close combat was his strength.

Lan Daozi's sword thrust missed, and Xiao Bai wouldn't give him a chance to swing a second time.

Of course, at this distance, Xiao Bai couldn't swing his own sword either.

So he lifted his left arm and grabbed Lan Daozi's blade with his bare hand.

To his utter surprise, the moment his hand touched the blade—

Crack!

The sword shattered.

Xiao Bai was dumbfounded; did his grip have that much force?

Could a Qi Refining realm cultivator shatter a sword with a grip?

It seemed he really couldn't use his hand as a wife anymore in the future.

In that instant of hesitation, Lan Daozi swung another sword horizontally!

Where did this guy get another sword?

Xiao Bai leaped onto the sword body.

Lan Daozi said:

"Good movement technique!"

As a result, Xiao Bai stepped down—crack, the sword shattered again!

What kind of shoddy sword was this?

Lan Daozi flipped up and, with another raised hand, brought a sword down from above.

Xiao Bai's feet hadn't even landed yet.

It was impossible to dodge in this posture; he could only raise two fingers and fiercely pinch the blade.

Following the force of the falling sword, Xiao Bai's feet actually shattered all the bluestones within the Arena's boundaries.

The bluestone slabs outside the Arena were firmly held down by Master Chun Xiao, not moving an inch.

For a moment, Xiao Bai felt a trace of sympathetic vibration, spreading throughout his body.

Once again, as his two fingers pinched the blade.

With a crack!

The sword shattered again.

"What power!"

Lan Daozi flipped back, creating distance, his feet landing on the sharp碎石尖.

Xiao Bai felt like he was being toyed with.

But this was also based on his max-level sword and body techniques; otherwise, any one of Lan Daozi's moves just now would have been enough to defeat him.

It felt completely different from when he faced Mu Yun or the One-Eyed Octopus before.

Lan Daozi, even with his Spiritual Pressure sealed and no advantage in absolute power, was so effortlessly handling him, who had max-level sword and body techniques.

No patterns, no combos, no way to know the direction of his next sword strike.

Xiao Bai could only scramble to meet the attack, still shaken, forcing himself to calm down and ask:

"Where is your sword?"

The shattered iron, wrapped and hidden by Sword Qi, condensed into a sword body in Lan Daozi's hand.

"Wherever my hand is, the sword is there."

Only then did Xiao Bai realize—Lan Daozi's sword itself was shattered!

Wrapped in Sword Qi, the shattered sword, though lacking power, was faster than a person.

Xiao Bai knew he couldn't defend against the shattered sword.

If it were a life-or-death battle, with Spirit Recovery Pills automatically popping for him, he wouldn't need to worry about this kind of sword technique at all.

But this was just about winning or losing.

The shattered sword was strong for probing, not good for killing, but if used properly to make Xiao Bai step out of bounds or lose balance and fall to the ground, it would be quite easy.

Can't defend, can only attack!

Thinking this, Xiao Bai stepped forward quickly, taking the initiative to attack with his sword.

If he used the Butcher's Sword Technique, it would be easily countered.

Since the opponent intended to counter the Butcher's Sword Technique, Xiao Bai just started hacking wildly, trying to hack the old master to death with chaotic sword strikes!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The chaotic sword shadows even confused the raging wind, which momentarily didn't know which way to blow.

It proved that as long as your movement technique is fast enough, your power strong enough, and your sword edge sharp enough, you really can reach the realm of Xing Yusen: your sword strikes have no pattern, so how can the opponent break them? They can't.

The so-called Sword Dao is only something you need to consider when your power, speed, or sword has flaws.

If you're a hexagonal warrior, hacking wildly is the fiercest!

Especially Xiao Bai, who integrated the essence of the Butcher's Sword Technique and the Xiahou Movement Technique into his wild hacking, making it appear exceptionally bizarre.

Just like that, Lan Daozi was steadily pushed back by Xiao Bai's barrage of chaotic sword strikes.

Suddenly—

A cold light flashed!

Xiao Bai thrust out a serious sword strike from the side, aiming directly for Lan Daozi's neck.

Lan Daozi suddenly stopped, raised his hand sharply, fingertips pointing upwards, pressing against the sword edge.

Sword Qi erupted from his fingertips, turning into restraints that instantly covered the sword body.

This caused the sword tip to hover an inch away from his adam's apple, unable to advance further.

Xiao Bai was dumbfounded.

Patterns were actually inferior to hacking wildly!

It was his one serious sword strike amidst the chaos that gave Lan Daozi an opening.

His sword was stuck...

Lan Daozi sighed, suddenly feeling a bit regretful.

In the past few moments, he had clearly seen the profound meaning of the Balanced Sword Dao in Xiao Bai's eyes.

In battles with disparate power levels, only the strong have the energy to pursue neatness, sharpness, or romanticism, to execute beautiful moves and win thunderous applause.

If it were a truly evenly matched battle, with the strength of both sides within a hair's breadth, the scene would definitely be very ugly, with no complete patterns visible, all for the sake of practical killing.

To outsiders, it would look like two weaklings pecking at each other.

To experts... it would look like a meat grinder.

Sword technique is the art of killing; being able to kill is the most practical.

Practicality is the highest profound meaning of the Sword Dao!

Only in evenly matched battles can this profound meaning be seen!

Unfortunately, the light in Martial Uncle Xiao's eyes completely disappeared with that sneak attack sword strike.

Because he wanted to deliver a beautiful finishing blow.

Lan Daozi had originally intended to stay in the "not winning yet" state for a bit longer.

Unfortunately, Martial Uncle Xiao was too strong; he couldn't maintain a stalemate and had to win quickly.

The last time he encountered a situation in a sword fight where he couldn't maintain a stalemate was over twenty years ago.

That time, he lost quickly.

Now, he actually saw the shadow of that woman in Martial Uncle Xiao, which was truly regrettable.

Just considering sword techniques, he even felt that Martial Uncle Xiao was slightly stronger.

Unfortunately, limited by cultivation, Martial Uncle Xiao's Divine Sense and combat experience were somewhat lacking, which led to his defeat.

"Martial Uncle... you almost beat me."

Lan Daozi shook his head and sighed.

This wasn't bragging; it was the highest praise for a Qi Refining Realm cultivator.

He truly thought so.

However.

Xiao Bai saw the shadow of Jordan's bragging in that sentence.

As an Elder-level figure, being bragged at by a junior was something Xiao Bai couldn't tolerate!

Xiao Bai felt that when Lan Daozi said he almost won, he meant—

The advantage was with him!

In reality, while Xiao Bai seemed to have lost control of his Magic Sword, he had closed the distance with Lan Daozi.

So much so that with his considerable arm span, he could instantly reach out with his left hand.

And so!

As soon as Lan Daozi finished speaking, Xiao Bai suddenly made his move.

He grabbed Lan Daozi's throat with one hand, lifting the short figure into the air.

With just a little force, he could send Lan Daozi's head rolling.

Lan Daozi's expression changed in surprise; he didn't have time to react and almost instinctively raised his Spiritual Pressure...

Preparation leads to success, lack of preparation leads to failure.

Last night, in the Pine Forest at the foot of Hundred Herbs Peak, Xiao Bai had made two sets of preparations.

Grasp both sword techniques and physical techniques; both must be strong.

It didn't matter if he lost the sword fight; winning bare-handed was enough!

Anyway, he wasn't a professional Sword Cultivator, and this competition wasn't just about swordsmanship, so he had no psychological burden.

True strong individuals don't belittle others; they help them stand taller.

Xiao Bai tightly gripped Lan Daozi's throat, allowing him to look him in the eye, and said faintly:

"You said I almost beat you... do you mean I was just one head short?"