Song of Adolescence

Chapter 427 The Next Sword

"Although the sword is a Demon Sword, if the swordsman is righteous, what's the point of minding so much?" Xie Xuan poured the wine in his hand onto the ground. "Such a good sword should be saluted."

Wushuang leaped into the air and as he rushed down, the twelve flying swords around him were blown back into the Unrivaled Sword Casket by the sword wind. He was left only with the Bright Vermilion Phoenix in his hand!

Like a phoenix reborn from ashes, the sword was absolutely gorgeous. It was a sword that tore through the sky!

Meanwhile, Luo Qingyang lifted his Nine Songs sword slowly, still as desolate as the wind. The elegy of the warriors within the sword wind seemed to have come to the end, and it was no longer as heroic and high-pitched as it was at the start. However, it became solemn and drawn out!

The two swords collided.

The Ning Songs sword flew back into its sheath and the sword wind stilled abruptly.

Wushuang held onto his Bright Vermilion Phoenix and retreated backwards. He swung his arm and the Bright Vermilion Phoenix also returned to the sword casket. He raised a hand and the sword casket snapped shut.

"Who won?" Li Fansong asked.

Lei Wujie shook his head. He couldn't tell either.

Xiao Se frowned tightly and looked at Wushuang, but he also couldn't tell.

The two stood opposite each other, as if they were perfectly fine.

Luo Qingyang nodded and said, "It's the glory of Unrivaled City to have such a disciple as you."

Wushuang also cupped his fists and said, "Senior's sword is not like the swords of the human world. It was truly an eye-opener for this junior."

"Well done." Some of the swordsmen spectators shouted out, while other swordsmen couldn't help but started cheering loudly.

"So this duel is a draw?" Lei Wujie asked in surprise.

"Wait, Wushuang, he-!" Ye Ruoyi suddenly shouted.

Under the teahouse, Wushuang suddenly fell onto his knees and vomited a mouthful of blood. He smiled bitterly and said, "I lost."

Luo Qingyang sighed softly. "If you could train another ten years, then the sword in your hand may really be able to defeat me. Such a pity."

"Why a pity?" Wushuang murmured.

This "pity" could have many meanings.

Today, you couldn't defeat me, such a pity.

You're still young, and you couldn't use the full power of the Unrivaled Sword Casket, such a pity.

As well as, a youth so young but you're going to die here today, such a pity.

Luo Qingyang suddenly drew his Nine Songs again.

Xiao Yu was overjoyed as he looked on. "I knew it. Godfather wouldn't forget the purpose of this trip!"

"Luo Qingyang is going to kill him!" Lei Wujie was shocked. His Heart sword flew out of its sheath but he was too late!

Xiao Chong, Xiao Se, Lei Wujie, and Su Muyu felt Luo Qingyang's killing intent at the same instant, and they all tried to draw their swords, but they also clearly understood the situation at that instant.

They were too late.

Luo Qingyang's sword was too fast.

Wushuang smiled miserably. "Am I going to die here today?"

Luo Qingyang's sword was already stabbing right between Wushuang's brows!

But a sword darted straight towards him.

It was a very ordinary sword. Although it had a handsome and exquisite appearance, it was obviously constructed of very ordinary materials and the workmanship could be considered excellent. It looked like it was bought at a roadside blacksmith shop with a bit of silver.

But this sword had a very nice name.

Book of Knowledge.

Read ten thousand volumes of books, travel ten thousand miles of road.

The Nine Songs sword left its sheath and returned once again.

The Book of Knowledge flicked lightly, Xie Xuan retreated a step, and also returned his sword to its sheath.

"Why did Mister Xie stop me?" Luo Qingyang asked slowly.

"Such a fine young man, such a fine piece of jade. Luo-xiong should be a person who cherishes talent, and not a petty man who is jealous of talent. Why do you want to kill him?" Xie Xuan asked back.

Luo Qingyang shook his head. "I have my reasons."

Xie Xuan smiled. "But today, you can't kill this person. If you had succeeded earlier, you could have said it was a slip of your hand. But, now I'm standing here and if you want to kill him, then you would really be killing him. I won't allow you. His Highness White Prince over there won't allow it. His Highness Yong'an Prince upstairs won't allow it. And I'm afraid even all the swordsmen under Heaven standing here won't allow it."

Xiao Yu turned to Jin Xuan and Su Changhe and said, "Didn't you say that you will kill him at all costs? Can you do it now?"

Jin Xuan sighed. "I'm afraid it's impossible now. All eyes are on him. What's more, Xie Xuan is there."

"Xie Xuan? Is Confucian Sword Immortal very powerful? On the Ultimate Experts List, he's only in the third tier, while Godfather is in the top tier!" Xiao Yu growled angrily.

"But Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan just happens to be like that. Just when everyone thought that he was only this powerful, he would suddenly become even more powerful. What he shows is never his true strength," Su Changhe replied.

"Damn it!" Xiao Yu flung the teacup in his hand onto the ground in anger.

Downstairs, Luo Qingyang finally took a step back, raised a hand lightly and gestured. "You may go."

"Thank you, Luo-xiong." Xie Xuan walked away with Wushuang.

Wushuang managed a smile with difficulty. "Thank you, sir."

"If you really want to thank me, go back and practice your sword well, and don't lose next time." Xie Xuan laughed.

Wushuang nodded. "But of course."

Xie Xuan brought Wushuang over to Xiao Chong. "Your Highness, this is your friend, so I will hand him over to you."

Xiao Chong stepped forward to help support Wushuang, and looked at Xie Xuan gratefully. "All thanks to you, Mister."

"No need for thanks. Back then, in the Academy, I was also your teacher for a few months. There's no need to act like strangers." Xie Xuan patted Xiao Chong on the shoulder.

Upstairs in the teahouse, both Xiao Se and Lei Wujie breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Wushuang was safe and sound.

Luo Qingyang turned around and stuck his Nine Songs sword into the ground. He raised his head, his voice not loud, but everyone there could hear him clearly.

"Is there anyone else?"

Even if the swordsmen spectators had any notion of trying their hands initially, after seeing the peerless duels between Luo Qingyang and Yan Zhantian, then Wushuang, they were fully aware of the limit of their own skills. Who would dare to go forward and challenge their sword? It was one thing to lose face, but you could even lose your life here.

The whole street suddenly fell silent.

Xiao Yu sneered. "What a bunch of cowards."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure in red flying down from the teahouse upstairs. The young man was no older than Wushuang and he wore a red shirt that exposed his chest, revealing tightly knotted muscles. However, his features were extremely refined. He grinned and seemed to be in a good mood.

Xiao Se and Ye Ruoyi looked at each other. Just now, they were both gripped by what was happening to Wushuang and were too distracted to pay attention to Lei Wujie.

"Who's that?" Someone in the crowd asked.

Lei Wujie laughed, raised his hand lightly, and drew the Heart sword from its sheath.

Someone in the crowd recognised the sword immediately. "The fourth-ranked sword under Heaven, Heart!"

"Disciple of Snow Moon City's Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi and Lei Clan Fort's Thunder Sword Immortal Lei Hong, and successor of the Sword Heart Tomb's Heart Sword, Lei Wujie. I've come forward to challenge your sword!" Lei Wujie cupped his fists and announced loudly.

Xiao Se sighed. "That idiot. Does he think that the longer the titles in front of his name, the more domineering he is?"

"Very well." Luo Qingyang nodded, and his fingers curled around the hilt of his Nine Songs sword.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." Lei Wujie hurriedly waved his hand to stop the other. He swallowed a gulp and cried out, "Wait a moment!"

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