Douluo Continent: Copying Ya Li, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon

This is swordsmanship for killing, not swordsmanship for dueling.

Xu Yanli took a light step, her body shifting half a step to the side like a falling leaf.

Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

The sword tip grazed his neck, without even touching the hem of his clothes.

Ji Juechen's eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his wrist, his sword swept horizontally, aiming for Xu Yanli's waist.

This sword strike was even faster than before, its blade accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Xu Yanli neither dodged nor evaded, but gently raised the Angelic Holy Sword in his hand, and guided the blade along the spine of Ji Juechen's sword.

Tai Chi swordsmanship uses minimal force to overcome great strength.

Ji Juechen felt as if his sword had pierced a wad of cotton, its power inexplicably dissipated, and the sword's momentum involuntarily veered off course.

His expression changed slightly, and he immediately sheathed his sword and changed his stance.

Each sword strike is faster and more ruthless than the last.

Ji Juechen's swordsmanship was devoid of any frills, displaying only the purest killing intent. Every strike was aimed at vital points, as if he wished he could pin Xu Yanli to the ground with a single blow.

Xu Yanli remained calm and composed throughout.

He moved with light steps and elusive movements, advancing and retreating freely amidst Ji Juechen's storm-like attacks.

He mastered the Lingbo Weibu technique to its fullest extent, stepping precisely into the gaps in Ji Juechen's swordplay with each step, appearing extremely dangerous yet perfectly executed.

Occasionally, she would raise the Angelic Holy Sword in her hand, gently guide, deflect, and turn it, thus neutralizing Ji Juechen's attacks.

He perfectly embodied the fluid and graceful movements of Tai Chi swordplay.

The students watching from the sidelines were dumbfounded.

"What... what kind of footwork is this? It's too mysterious!"

"Ji Juechen's sword is so fast, how could he dodge it?"

"It's not dodging, it's drawing. Look at his sword, he clearly didn't use any force, yet he was able to deflect Ji Juechen's sword strike."

Xiao Hongchen frowned and muttered, "What kind of sword technique is this? I've never seen it before."

Chapter 84 Are you willing to join me in changing this empire and changing this world?

Meng Hongchen's eyes sparkled: "Brother Yanli is so amazing!"

Gu Yuena leaned against the stands, her purple eyes fixed on the white-clad figure.

No soul power.

He really didn't use any soul power at all.

Relying solely on footwork and swordsmanship, he managed to withstand all of Ji Juechen's attacks.

This human...

A strange light flashed in Gu Yuena's eyes, her curiosity about him growing stronger.

On the field, Ji Juechen became increasingly anxious and his movements became more chaotic.

He had never encountered such an opponent before.

His sword was fast and ruthless, but every thrust felt like it was hitting a quagmire, leaving him powerless.

This feeling was incredibly frustrating, but one has to admit that his skills were indeed formidable.

In short, I want to learn.

Xu Yanli's sword was like a wad of cotton, tangling around his sword and making his swordplay increasingly sluggish.

The most terrifying thing is that Xu Yanli didn't draw his sword once from beginning to end.

He was simply dodging, drawing attention, and resolving the situation.

He didn't even retaliate once.

This is more frustrating than defeating him directly.

A fierce glint flashed in Ji Juechen's eyes.

He suddenly sheathed his sword and took three steps back.

Then, he thrust out a sword.

This sword strike had no technique, no variation; it was simply the most straightforward and direct strike.

But it was his fastest sword strike.

So fast that it left only a blur.

It was so fast that onlookers couldn't even see it clearly.

This sword was aimed straight at Xu Yanli's heart.

Xu Yanli's eyes lit up slightly.

That sword strike was quite interesting.

He did not back down.

Instead, they took a step forward.

The essence of Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) is never about dodging, but about advancing.

This step, barely avoiding the sword's edge, brought him closer to Ji Juechen.

With a gentle turn of his angelic sword, the tip of the blade traced an arc, aiming for Ji Juechen's right arm holding the sword.

Ji Juechen's pupils suddenly contracted.

He tried to retract his sword to parry, but the thrust was too powerful, and he couldn't retract it in time.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword light drew ever closer.

Then, the tip of the sword gently pierced his arm.

It wasn't deep; it had just broken the skin, and a trickle of blood was seeping out.

Ji Juechen's sword froze in mid-air.

The entire room fell silent.

Xu Yanli sheathed his sword, took a step back, and still wore that faint smile on his face.

“Your sword is very fast,” he said, “but too fast, and you can’t stop it.”

Ji Juechen stood there, looking down at the wound on his arm, and remained silent for a long time.

He knew that Xu Yanli had shown mercy.

If that sword had been aimed at his throat, he would have been dead long ago.

But Xu Yanli deliberately only stabbed his arm.

It wasn't a killer move, but rather a hint.

Tell him where the flaw in your sword strike is.

Ji Juechen raised his head and looked at the boy in front of him who was half a head shorter than him.

There was no mockery, no smugness in those eyes, only calm appreciation.

There's also a hint of... helplessness.

Xu Yanli was indeed quite helpless.

This guy's fighting style is insane; every sword strike is aimed at killing.

If it weren't for my excellent footwork and skillful swordsmanship, I might not have been able to escape unscathed.

He shook his head and slowly raised his hand.

The martial spirit was finally released, but only the first spirit ring lit up.

A soft white light emanated from his palm and landed on the wound on Ji Juechen's arm.

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, only a faint red mark remained.

Ji Juechen was stunned.

He looked down at his arm, then looked up at Xu Yanli, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He healed the wound inflicted by that sword strike.

Xu Yanli withdrew his hand, put away his martial spirit, and reached out his hand to him.

That smile was as gentle as the March sunshine.

"Are you willing to join me in changing this empire, changing this world?" Xu Yanli asked against the wind, his golden hair shining even brighter in the sunlight.

At this moment, Xu Yanli not only attracted Ji Juechen on the stage, but also the audience.

"Alright." Ji Juechen sheathed his sword, placed his hand in Xu Yanli's hand, and said with a determined look in his eyes.

Xiao Hongchen came down from the stands and said with an arrogant look, "Your Highness, can I come along too?"

Xu Yanli turned his head and smiled, saying, "Of course."

Meanwhile, Tang Ling, sitting below the stands, was filled with excitement. He then started shaking Huo Yuhao next to him and said, "Boss is so handsome!"

Huo Yuhao smiled and nudged Tang Ling's arm, saying, "Why don't you let go of me for a moment? I'm feeling a little dizzy."

Tang Ling realized he was swaying quite badly, so he coughed awkwardly twice and withdrew his hand.

"Sorry, I got a little excited just now," Tang Ling said apologetically, scratching his head.

"It's nothing." A hint of excitement and admiration, along with a barely perceptible trace of envy, flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

Jing Hongchen nodded in satisfaction, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. If only this child wasn't born to the princess of the Star Luo Empire.

Therefore, Mingdetang can fully support him.

Jing Hongchen sighed regretfully again, and sat down slowly to the side, looking at the young man in front of her who was like the sun.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, a black light flashed and disappeared.