While writing a diary at Zongwu, Wang Yuyan falls in love with someone else.

The opponent's swordsmanship seemed ordinary, like a simple slash and thrust from a beginner in Kendo, but the angle and timing were extremely tricky.

That is why what was originally an ordinary sword strike began to become extraordinary, specifically targeting weaknesses and seizing opportunities to strike.

Just as Jiang Sishui's sword was about to pierce Murong Fu's body, the sword deviated by two inches at the last moment.

Murong Fu shifted his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the sword's edge, a truly perilous moment.

"The stars shift and the seasons change?"

Jiang Sishui felt the pulling and shifting force transmitted from the sword just now and understood.

If it weren't for the Murong family's ancestral divine skill, Murong Fu would have already been injured.

Murong Fu stepped back three zhang away, his eyes fixed on Jiang Sishui, his heart heavy.

The "Shifting Stars" skill is a divine technique used to deal with opponents whose skills are inferior to one's own; it can be considered a divine skill.

However, if one encounters someone whose skill surpasses one's own, it becomes like a chicken rib; if one is not careful, one might even suffer harm instead.

Just now, he used all his strength to use "Shifting Stars and Changing Positions." If his opponent were a grandmaster, that sword would inexplicably pierce back at its master, causing the opponent to die from his own ultimate move.

Even when facing Jiang Sishui, despite his unexpected attack, he only managed to deflect the tip of his sword by two inches.

When Jiang Sishui reacted and infused her true energy into the longsword, he couldn't budge it in the slightest.

This shows that Jiang Sishui's skill level is far superior to his!

"Damn it! How did that kid have such profound internal strength last night? He must have taken some rare and precious herbs or elixirs!"

Murong Fu's face was grim, and he charged forward without saying a word.

With a flourish of his longsword, he unleashed eight or nine sword techniques in an instant, each one revealing its essence and profound meaning.

This impressed many swordsmen present.

Murong of Gusu is well-versed in all schools of thought; his reputation is indeed well-deserved.

"Huashan School's Flying Willow Sword Technique!"

"Emei School Sunset Sword Technique!"

"Hengshan School's Returning Wind and Falling Goose Sword!"

"Golden Sword Sect's One Yuan Sword Technique!"

"..."

Gao Yanan, who came from the Huashan Sect, was knowledgeable and experienced. Whenever she recognized a move in Murong Fu's swordsmanship, she would tell him its name and origin.

Her lips moved faster and faster, and in no time she had recited seventeen sword techniques.

What alarmed her most was that this was less than half of what Murong Fu had used!

"What a 'Southern Murong'! I have never seen anyone so knowledgeable and proficient in the sword techniques of various schools and sects." Gao Yanan exclaimed sincerely.

Hu Tiehua scoffed, "What's the use of knowing many things? One trick is all you need. Have you ever seen that Jiang guy change his swordsmanship?"

Chu Liuxiang stared intently at the battlefield and said in a low voice, "His swordsmanship can hardly be called swordsmanship, yet it contains countless variations. No matter what moves his opponent uses, he always has a way to counter them."

He does not mean that.

Upon hearing Chu Liuxiang's words, Gao Yanan's heart stirred: "Could this be the 'Nine Swords of Dugu'?"

My curiosity was piqued, so I started to observe carefully.

Jiang Sishui and Murong Fu were locked in a fierce battle.

In fact, Jiang Sishui could have won long ago if he wanted to, but he just didn't want to easily let go of Murong Fu, this "experience pack".

Seeing that Jiang Sishui was using Murong Fu as a testing ground, and that her movements became smoother and smoother as she fought, quickly adapting to the rhythm of the battle, the others couldn't sit still any longer.

"Both of you are highly skilled in martial arts, and I am itching to try my hand at it."

A gray shadow flashed by. As Kumārajīva spoke, he lunged at Jiang Sishui and immediately unleashed a "Flaming Blade".

Requesting flowers (or flowers)

The "Flame Blade" is an extremely powerful martial art. Although it is not as powerful as the "Six Meridian Divine Sword" in "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", it is not much worse.

Unfortunately, Kumārajīva was unaware of his own "treasure mountain" and instead of continuing to study this martial art, he abandoned the essential and pursued the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts.

To this end, he even risked antagonizing relations between Dali and Tubo, and forcibly broke into Tianlong Temple to seize the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" manual.

However, this Kumārajīva in front of us seems to have received guidance from a master and has not gone astray by "losing the watermelon to pick up sesame seeds".

The "Flaming Blade" carried surging waves of fire, burning Jiang Sishui's face.

Before the palm strike even arrived, the intense heat struck first. Jiang Sishui used the "Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique) to dodge it with a swift movement.

.. ... ....

Ding Chunqiu, who was standing to the side, recognized the martial art and flew into a rage, cursing at Su Xinghe: "I knew it! After I kill this brat, I'll deal with you, you old bastard!"

With that, he charged toward Jiang Sishui.

"Who are you going to kill?"

Su Xinghe, however, did not let him go. He clapped his hands together, using his powerful internal energy to push towards Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said in a cold voice, "Then I will kill you first!"

As they spoke, the two began to fight.

Zhao Tianhao stopped his eldest daughter, who wanted to step forward to help, and said, "Qiying, you protect Mengjiao, Dad will help her."

"Father, what are you saying? What do I have to protect?" Zhao Mengjiao said with a dissatisfaction.

Zhao Qiying, however, knew the gravity of the situation and felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this.

Yes, if she were to step forward to help, it would demonstrate the stance of the Central Plains Escort Agency.

Once they get involved, the other party might take their anger out on Zhao Mengjiao, who is the weakest among them.

Facing a group of grandmasters, her second sister probably couldn't withstand a single move from them!

Thinking of this, Zhao Qiying had no choice but to suppress her urge to act and said, "Father, be careful."

Zhao Tianhao nodded, drew his Seven Star Sword, and was about to step forward to lend a hand.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh" sound, a finger strike came through the air and forced Zhao Tianhao to stop.

Zhao Tianhao turned his head and saw that the one who made the move was the crippled Duan Yanqing.

"It seems you're acting because of the conflict a few days ago." Zhao Tianhao instantly understood.

Duan Yanqing's face was expressionless, his abdomen heaving: "Words are useless, let's see who's the real deal."

Zhao Tianhao didn't waste any more words and charged forward with his sword.

081 The film version of Dugu Nine Swords, Rain of Pear Blossom Needles

Zhao Tianhao and Duan Yanqing were of similar skill level. Although the latter was disabled and had a congenital disadvantage, his "One-Finger Divine Skill" was superior to the former's "Seven-Star Sword Technique".

Both were seasoned veterans with extensive combat experience, resulting in a closely contested and evenly matched contest.

Seeing that his boss was no match for his opponent, the Crocodile God of the South China Sea subconsciously shifted his gaze to Zhao Mengjiao.

However, upon seeing Zhao Qiying, he was startled and quickly dismissed the idea.

Although he sometimes acts crazy and is not quite mentally sound, he is not a complete idiot. He dared to provoke others again just a few days after being taught a lesson.

As for Ye Erniang, she was as cunning as a ghost, with eyes that could see in all directions, and had already thought of a way to advance or retreat.

Zhao Qiying, worried that Zhao Mengjiao might be harmed, dared not leave her side for even a moment.

The seven grandmasters clashed, each displaying their unique skills, instantly creating a lively scene.

The onlookers were thrilled, chanting "267" repeatedly, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Tang Bohu stroked his chin, his eyes fixed on Ding Chunqiu's back, wondering if he should seize the opportunity to shoot him to avenge yesterday's humiliation.

Although the two sides have reconciled, those words were spoken by Shen Lang, not by Tang Bohu.

Although the seven were divided into three battle groups, the distance between them varied as they moved around.

Suddenly, Jiang Sishui dodged quickly, using the "Lingbo Weibu" technique to create a series of afterimages, instantly moving ten zhang away.

Murong Fu, who was still in place, was unable to give chase. His expression suddenly changed, and he spun his longsword. An invisible force wrapped around him and sent him to the side without him even looking.

As fate would have it, Kumārajīva, who was coming from the opposite direction, caught up with him. When he saw Murong Fu's actions, his heart skipped a beat.

Without time to think, he raised his palm and unleashed six "Flame Blade" strikes in quick succession.

Flames scorched the void, and a crackling sound came from the air. At the same time, colorful sparks rose up and were extinguished in an instant.

"Poison!" Kumārajīva's pupils contracted.

Fortunately, I was cautious enough. It turned out that Ding Chunqiu had secretly delivered the poison powder. No wonder Jiang Sishui and Murong Fu were unwilling to get their hands on even a trace of it.

At the same time, while Murong Fu was using "Star Shift" to change his sword technique, Jiang Sishui changed her sword technique!

He leaned back, his long sword planted on the ground. Under the pressure of his entire body weight, the sword curved in an arc, then suddenly sprang back up!

"Sword Swinging Style!"

Several pebbles on the ground were flung into the air, carrying sharp sword energy, and shot towards Murong Fu's face like arrows.

Murong Fu swept his sword horizontally, the sword light flashing, slicing away the stones that were like hidden weapons.