The Ascension Plan of the Ancestral Star of the Shuttles

Chapter 66
Swordsman Xiahou drew out his long sword, pointed at Yan Chixia and said, "Wen Wu is number one, and Wu Wu is second. You are the only swordsman left in this world who can be my opponent."

"I will never give up until I defeat you. Let me see what tricks you have practiced in Lanruo Temple for half a month."

Xiahou Swordsman's words are quite rigorous, if it is about martial arts, he is far from being the second best in the world.

At least Zuo Qianhu, who is known as the limit of mortal warriors, Xiahou swordsman may not be able to win.

But what he said was that among the "swordsmen" who could be his opponent, only Yan Chixia remained.

Zuo Qianhu is a swordsman and is also proficient in darts. He is not considered a swordsman, or even a pure swordsman.

He is a military commander, no matter whether it is a long knife or a dart, they are just his means of fighting.

With certain conditions, there is nothing wrong with Xiahou Swordsman's words.

Seeing Xiahou swordsman pointing his sword at him, this battle had to be fought.

Yan Chixia sighed softly, and said, "Okay! I will only make one move, as long as you can take this move, you will win."

Xiahou swordsman said angrily, "When did you, Yan Chixia, become such a big talker?"

In previous competitions, he and Yan Chixia had to fight at least seventy or eighty moves before gradually distinguishing the superior and the inferior. To completely determine the winner, at least a hundred moves must be separated.

But now, listening to what Yan Chixia meant, he couldn't even take one move, which made him not angry.

Yan Chixia did not argue, but said, "Are you ready?"

Swordsman Xiahou turned his wrist, and the long sword pointed at Yan Chixia had already been retracted. He held the sword with both hands, stood it beside his cheek, and said in a deep voice, "Come on!"

"Chong"

In Xiahou's swordsman's eyes, the moment Yan Chixia drew her sword, she stabbed straight at him, straight to his heart.

He saw Yan Chixia's long sword coming, and swung the long sword obliquely towards the lower left, intending to smash Yan Chixia's long sword away, and at the same time, he swung his backhand upwards.

Unexpectedly, when he slashed down with his sword, the long sword passed through Yan Chixia's sword directly, without any feeling of force, and Yan Chixia's figure disappeared immediately.

"what?"

Yan Chixia disappeared in front of him, Xiahou swordsman's eyes widened, and when he couldn't believe it, he felt a weight on his shoulders, and Yan Chixia's sword was already resting on his neck.

"It turns out that you really can't even take one move from me now."

Yan Chixia's voice sounded behind her, and the sword on her shoulder was withdrawn.

Xiahou swordsman turned around with an ugly expression, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Yan Chixia said: "When you saw me in front of you, about to fight you, I was actually behind you, and what you saw was just a phantom."

"In the past, we thought that our swordsmanship was one of the best in the world, and it was rare to meet an opponent. In fact, we were just watching the sky from the well."

Swordsman Xiahou pondered for a while, and said seriously: "I want to do it again."

Yan Chixia did not refuse: "Yes."

Xiahou swordsman retreated a foot, and raised his long sword again.

"Chong"

Yan Chixia still simply drew her sword and stabbed straight.

This time, when Yan Chixia's long sword came in front of him, Xiahou swordsman did not try to parry, but folded his body and swiped back with his backhand sword, but it was completely empty.

Then Yan Chixia's sword rested on his shoulder again.

Swordsman Xiahou turned around with wide eyes and looked at Yan Chixia who was directly in front of him.

Yan Chixia grinned and said, "This time I'm in front."

After speaking, he took the sword back again.

Xiahou swordsman returned the sword into the sheath in a slumped manner, the opponent wanted to be in the front as long as he wanted, and he wanted to be in the back as long as he wanted.

In other words, his real body may appear in any position in all directions, but he can't even figure out how the other party moves.

He has no way to parry this kind of swordsmanship, so how can he fight?
Xiahou swordsman said depressedly: "Where did you learn this kung fu?"

Yan Chixia looked at him, and said seriously: "Don't compete with me for the number one sword in the world, because I am not qualified to be called this title at all. I will introduce you to the real number one sword in the world."

After speaking, he turned around and walked to Li Fei's side, stretched out his hand towards Li Fei, and said, "This is my brother, his name is Li Fei, and I learned my current swordsmanship from him."

Li Fei smiled and nodded to Xiahou swordsman.

Swordsman Xiahou walked up to Li Fei and sized him up. Seeing that he was so young, he couldn't help frowning and said to Yan Chixia: "What you said is true?"

Yan Chixia said: "On this point, I don't need to lie to you."

Swordsman Xiahou stared at Li Fei, cupped his fists and said, "I wonder if Brother Li can teach you two tricks?"

Li Fei smiled and shook his head, and said, "Brother Xiahou, there's no need, my sword is faster than elder brother."

After saying this, when swordsman Xiahou frowned, his expression changed, and he said seriously: "Under the world of martial arts, everything is invincible, and there are no tricks that cannot be solved, only speed can't be broken."

"When your sword is fast enough, it is no longer suitable to compete with others, because it is meaningless."

"Unless the opponent is as fast as you, you can further compete with sword moves."

Swordsman Xiahou was shocked, his eyes lost his mind and he murmured "Only fast is not broken" several times, and then a blazing light suddenly burst out in his eyes.

He looked at Li Fei, and suddenly knelt down on one knee with his fists folded, and said, "I'm using the Xiahou sword, please take me as a disciple."

It turned out that Xiahou Swordsman's name was Xiahou Jian, and he was really a born swordsman.

If Yan Chixia is only slightly better than him, he will practice hard for a period of time before coming to him for a showdown.

But now, he couldn't even catch the opponent's move. This gap cannot be made up by hard training.

At this moment, he really let go of his desire to be competitive, and sincerely wanted to learn swords from Li Fei.

"Well... Excuse me, may I ask... Can I stay here?"

Just as Xia Houjian finished speaking, a soft and gentle male voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Everyone turned their heads to look.

Then I saw a well-mannered young scholar wearing a gray Confucian shirt and a black scholar hat, standing on the steps and looking at everyone with some timidity.

When his eyes glanced at Xiahou Sword, there was obvious fear.

Apparently, Xia Houjian's murderous appearance left a psychological shadow on him.

Xia Houjian glared at him fiercely, very dissatisfied with his behavior of interrupting his apprenticeship.

Stupid scholar with no eyesight at all.

Nie Xiaoqian covered her mouth with a light smile and said, "Master, you really don't know how to find the right time, so can you speak later?"

In fact, the three people and two ghosts here all discovered Ning Caichen's arrival.

I just saw that he was an ordinary person, so I ignored him.

Ning Caichen looked at Nie Xiaoqian with a flash of surprise.

After hearing her words, he looked at Xia Houjian who was kneeling on the ground, stretched out his hand embarrassingly, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, you go on, go on."

Li Fei shook his head with a smile, stepped forward to help Xiahou Jian, and said: "Brother Xiahou, please, if you are interested in my swordsmanship, let's communicate with each other. It is inappropriate to ask for a teacher."

Xia Houjian said solemnly: "There is nothing inappropriate. Although I am much older than you in the next year, there is no priority in learning. The master is my teacher. I will regard you as my teacher, and I will definitely serve my teacher as my father."

Xia Houjian thought very clearly that if it was just communication between friends, he might be able to improve, but he would definitely not be able to learn the core things.

He thinks that he was born for swords in this life, but he can't learn how to deal with peerless swordsmanship, so how can he be reconciled?
(End of this chapter)