Facing Dugu Sheng's sword moves, Yin Hua's two junior brothers looked increasingly puzzled. Gradually, that puzzlement turned to astonishment.
"This is outrageous! Li Wujing, you little bastard, you actually passed the Taixuan Sword on to an outsider!" One elder's expression changed drastically. His eyes snapped toward Li Wujing as he roared in fury.
"The Taixuan Sword? That's right, it's the Taixuan Sword! I thought this swordsmanship looked familiar just now. Little bastard, even if you escaped Taixuan Island, your master's life would not have been in danger. But by doing this, you've signed your master's death warrant," the other elder said coldly.
It was only natural that the two mistook Dugu Sheng's swordsmanship for the Taixuan Sword.
Although Dugu Sheng's swordsmanship was not the true Taixuan Sword, but swordsmanship he had created through his own synthesis, it had, after all, grown out of the Taixuan Sword, and traces of it naturally remained.
Moreover, neither of them had practiced the Taixuan Sword. They knew very little about it, only a few of its moves.
Precisely because of this, they had merely found it somewhat familiar at first and had not recognized the origins of Dugu Sheng's swordsmanship at a glance.
Only as they exchanged more and more moves did they gradually realize it.
To their minds, if Dugu Sheng knew this swordsmanship, Li Wujing must have taught him the Taixuan Sword. Otherwise, how could Dugu Sheng know swordsmanship unique to the Taixuan Sect?
Hearing his two junior brothers shout, Yin Hua's expression changed as well.
Although they had never practiced the Taixuan Sword, this swordsmanship had once overwhelmed the Taixuan Mystical Art with its peerless might. How could it be passed on to an outsider?
"Kill him! Kill him!" Yin Hua shouted.
Even without Yin Hua saying anything, his two junior