Collapse Iron Live Broadcast Connects All Worlds, Scares Away Wuzhan at the Beginning

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"I like your confidence. But 'until the sword is drawn, how can you tell who will win?'" Jing Liu looked around. "I'm afraid you've wiped out all the evil here. Why don't we move on?"

"The two of them came to a corner of the Industrial and Construction Department. From a distance, they could see quite a few monsters gathered there."

"Let's start here," Jing Liu said calmly. "This place is full of demonic influences and a pervasive atmosphere, making it a perfect place to test your swordsmanship. Slaying evil creatures with a sword wouldn't violate the rules of the Cloud Cavalry, nor would it be considered 'trading with me on official business,' right?"

Yan Qing glanced at Jing Liu confidently: "How will the winner be determined?"

"This road to the end, no fish can escape the net. The first one to arrive wins."

"Okay, it's a deal." Yan Qing nodded.

"You go first."

Yanqing didn't refuse Jingliu's offer, but as she was walking up the stairs, she suddenly stopped and looked back at Jingliu, teasing, "By the way, you're not going to take this opportunity to turn around and run away, are you, onee-san?"

Jingliu put one hand on his waist and said coldly, "Jingyuan has really taught you a bad lesson...you're always talking nonsense."

"There was a cultivator of the Demonic Yin Body, a secret teaching of the Medicine King, on the stairs. Yan Qing wielded his flying sword and killed it effortlessly. However, in that brief moment, he didn't turn around to stare at Jing Liu, and she had already disappeared."

“Where are the people…?”

"Yan Qing rushed forward for a long time before he saw Jing Liu standing next to a corpse in the distance. It seemed that he had been waiting for him for a long time."

Blade Tooth World.

"So fast!" Miyamoto Musashi exclaimed, clapping his hands on the table. "Not only is her body movement and speed impressive, but her understanding of the demonic body is also extraordinary."

"Oh? Musashi, how did you know that?" Tokugawa asked curiously.

"Look at the wound." Musashi pointed at the demonic body at Jingliu's feet. "I saw that Brother Yanqing killed the demonic body with a dense array of flying sword attacks. Although it was agile and swift, it was more of a show than a real fight."

Miyamoto Musashi paused, then continued, "The more skilled the swordsman, the more profound their understanding of the enemy. They know how to kill as quickly as possible, without any unnecessary movements—just like a seasoned butcher who can dismember flesh and bone even blindfolded. The Kagami Ryu masters the technique of a single, decisive blow."

"In contrast, the demonic body killed by Yanqing was covered in sword wounds caused by the flying sword, while the demonic body killed by Jingliu was intact, with only wounds in key areas. It was quite...precise."

"But when I saw the demonic body that Jingliu killed, the wound didn't seem to be caused by the sword?" Lie Haiwang asked curiously, "But isn't she a swordsman?"

"Haha, how can a sword be so inconvenient?" Miyamoto Musashi sneered, "Do you think you can't kill without a sword?"

"A swordsman of her caliber has long since moved beyond the limitations of the sword itself. One could even say... the sword itself is a constraint on her swordsmanship."

"To deal with such an unworthy opponent, she doesn't even need to 'unsheathe', right?"

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"When did you run to the front?" Yan Qing suddenly became nervous.

"You're so slow, little brother." His voice seemed a little disappointed.

"In the blink of an eye, Jing Liu had disappeared from the spot where she was. When Yan Qing chased after her again, two more demonic corpses appeared beside her."

“How…how is this possible?” Yan Qing sweatdropped.

Jingliu turned around, his tone becoming more playful. "What's been holding you up this time?"

"Damn it!" Yan Qing gnashed his teeth. For the first time, he felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat, being toyed with in someone's hands. He realized that Jing Liu hadn't even used his full strength and was even leisurely waiting for him there.

"It's as if they were deliberately trying to hit him."

"You have to work really hard, otherwise, even if you were given a Starship, you wouldn't be able to catch up with me."

"Before he finished speaking, Jing Liu's figure disappeared again, leaving only that cold, snow-like voice echoing in the air, like fine silver needles piercing Yan Qing's heart."

"Yan Qing continued to chase after him, but there was no trace of the demonic body left for him along the way. There were only corpses lying on the roadside and the sound of a woman floating in the wind."

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a good time…”

"This tone seems a little off..."

Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Pillar, trembled with fear and began to worry about Yanqing's safety: "Will she start a massacre later?"

"It's not important at all, is it?"

Fuzukawa Saneya slapped his thigh in exasperation. "The important thing is, we're almost at the end of this journey, and we haven't even seen Kagami-ryu in action! Where are we supposed to learn her swordsmanship?"

Following Yan Qing's perspective, he could see everything he did clearly, but the problem was that apart from destroying the first demonic body, he had no chance to attack the other monsters.

The mirror flow was like a gust of wind, and wherever it blew, the evil spirit died. When Yan Qing arrived, he could see nothing but a pile of dead bodies.

...How do I learn this?!

"Yan Qing reached the last platform, but there was only one demonic body left there to breathe."

Jingliu took a deep breath, as if he was still feeling unsatisfied. "It's been too long since I've used my sword. In my impulsiveness, I almost summoned the demonic energy to do evil."

"Come on, little brother. The entertainment is left to you."

Chapter 138 Darkness: Jingliu, please don’t kill Yanqing, if you want to kill someone, kill me instead!

"I'll give you three moves."

"Jingliu's voice was like a needle piercing Yanqing's neck, causing him to unconsciously feel a chill and subconsciously tighten his grip on the sword."

"… His eyes slowly returned, but his pupils suddenly dilated."

"Is that... her sword?"

"Yan Qing saw that the sword was not made of ordinary iron, but was formed from a piece of solid ice. The blade shone with a faint cold light, like holding a ray of moonlight in one's hand."

"What are you waiting for?" The battle was imminent, and Jingliu, standing by, seemed impatient. "Draw your sword! It would be rude to keep you waiting."

Emiya family——

"Can solid ice be used as a sword?" Shirou Emiya was puzzled. In his impression, although ice could be very sharp, its hardness was not as good as iron after all, and it would easily break at the touch.

Even though Emiya had only a basic understanding of swordsmanship, he knew that the quality of the sword was extremely important to the swordsman himself. In a fight between strong men, the weapons must not be wrong.

"If you look at it by worldly standards, this move is indeed risky."

Sasaki Kojiro extended a finger and said leisurely, "But this requires a prerequisite—if a person can achieve the state of unity between man and sword, then this action will no longer be risky. Because her realm is no longer limited to the sword itself, but grass, wood, bamboo, and stone can all become swords."

"So according to Mr. Kojiro... Kagami-ryu has become one with the sword?"

"No..." Kojiro shook his head slightly, "In my humble opinion, her realm is even higher than this."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and cast puzzled looks at him.

"Although not many people have reached the state of unity between man and sword, I was fortunate enough to have seen a few during the war-torn era hundreds of years ago."

Sasaki Kojiro smiled faintly. "But ever since Kagami-ryu appeared, I've realized that the sword isn't just a part of her body; it's also part of her movements, her breathing, her movements. Her sword...isn't bound by her body, but rather a natural one."

"In short... her sword has long since become one with heaven and earth."

"At this level, every move is free of artificiality, flowing naturally." Kojiro sighed as he looked at the white-haired woman holding a sword in one hand. "...This is also the level I've been striving to reach my entire life."

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"Yan Qing drew his sword and launched it. Six swords flew across the field like meteors, inflicting considerable damage to the demon's body in an instant."

"This attack was powerful enough, but unfortunately it wasn't a fatal blow."

Jingliu's harsh criticism quickly echoed in my ears: "You're hesitant and weak. Where has your confidence gone?"

"Yan Qing muttered to himself, 'Damn it!'" He had rarely encountered such a master, aside from generals, since his debut. Provoked, the sword energy in his hand grew even more powerful.

“Come again!”

"All I heard was a series of crisp clangs as several flying swords struck Mo Yin's armor, cracking gold and splitting jade with force like a violent storm. The trembling sound of the blades echoed throughout the Engineering Department."

“…It’s my turn.”

"As the sound faded away, Yan Qing heard the sound of wind passing by his ear."

"The wind smells like blood."

"By the time Yan Qing came to his senses, the demonic Yin body that had just stood tall and strong had already fallen to the ground, transformed into countless ginkgo leaves floating in the air. He didn't even have time to make a sound; the chance to speak was gone forever."

"It's like this: the sword strikes without turning back, a single strike kills."

"When he said the word 'must kill', Jingliu emphasized it, and it seemed as if he could no longer suppress his killing intent."

Demon World——

"This sword... doesn't seem as fast as I imagined?"

Busuigawa Saneya scratched his head in confusion, comparing it to the fight between Kagami Ryu and Kagemoto... Today her attack speed slowed down a lot, as if she wanted to let a certain young swordsman see her movements clearly.

Compared to Yan Qing's swift and violent attack, Jing Liu's sword made no unnecessary movements. And it was quiet... so quiet, like a snowflake falling on a plum branch. Everything happened naturally, even the demon's death was part of the harmony.

If killing could be compared to a piece of music, then the piece she composed was indeed free of any noise and as smooth as water.

Thanks to Yan Qing, several pillars finally saw her sword, which had been refined through thousands of trials and tribulations and simplified into a simple one.

"Fortunately, Miss Jingliu has some ideas about Yanqing, otherwise we still won't have the chance to see her sword clearly."

Mitsuri Kanroji sat on the ground and said with some relief.

Iguro Xiaobanai nodded. "Well, I hope this Grandmaster can teach Sun a few more moves so that we can also benefit from it. But from what I heard from her tone just now... it seems a little off."

After destroying the demon, Jingliu turned his back to Yanqing and spoke slowly, "Only that sword strike just now prevented me from being completely disappointed."

Yan Qing finally saw the difference between them and said with a look of disappointment, "...I lost."

“The match isn’t over yet, because before I could strike my final blow, there was no one left to oppose me…”

The atmosphere suddenly froze, beads of sweat the size of beans trickled down Yan Qing's forehead. His gaze was fixed on the white-haired woman before him. The oppressive feeling almost turned into a tangible hand, gripping him tightly, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"Hehe... the sword was unsheatheeded, but to no avail. This is a blasphemy against the divine will of Emperor Gong Siming. This is extremely ominous." Jing Liu looked up at the sky, his laughter seeming to be slightly insane."

Yan Qing clenched the sword in his hand: "You..."

"With your strength, even if you meet the blade, you will die." Jingliu said calmly, "Rather than facing imminent death, I offer you a more honorable choice—witness my honed sword strike and die as a swordsman."

"Having said this, the corners of Jingliu's lips slightly raised."

"Little brother, do you want to take my sword?"

“Nooo ...

Darkness's voice rang out in the tavern like a bomb. The high-pitched sound almost exploded the eardrums of the adventurers. The miserable wails were as if she was about to face the pain of losing her husband.

"Jingliu, he's your disciple! Shouldn't talented youngsters be taken care of?"

"How could you have the heart to do that to Yanqing, who is so adorable!"

"Didn't we agree on the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren? Why did you kill Yanqing after killing Jingyuan? General Jingyuan, please save him! Wuwuwu..."

“Hey, hey, hey, is this how you use intergenerational affection? If you don’t know how to use it, don’t use it!” Kazuma complained helplessly. He looked around the tavern and quietly approached the blonde girl. “By the way, Darkness, could you please keep your voice down a bit? There are so many people here looking at us…”

“Just watch it.” Darkness wiped away her tears. Although she couldn’t speak clearly due to crying, she still made a desperate plea:

"Jingliu, please don't kill Yanqing, if you want to kill someone, kill me!!"

Kazuma: “???”

So this is your real purpose?!

The super beautiful lady with white hair and red eyes is doing it herself. Isn't this satisfying for you, a perverted masochist? ?

Chapter 139: The Sword That Silenced the Demon Slayer Corps...

"murderous look……!"

"It felt like a huge hand was gripping my heart, and Yan Qing's breathing suddenly stopped."

He closed his eyes, and for a moment, countless voices crisscrossed his mind, repeating the same two words: "Don't answer it!!!"

"The honor of a swordsman, the imminent fate of life and death... Countless thoughts surged in Yan Qing's mind, only to fade away. Finally, he gritted his teeth, opened his eyes with determination, and took a resolute step forward."

"My sword is not weak either!"

Jingliu smiled slightly and nodded at him in a rare gesture of appreciation: "You're quite brave."

““Then, let this moonlight—”

"Before he finished speaking, Jing Liu leaped up, a cold light flashed in his hand, and the sword hung upside down, swinging in the air with a horizontal slash, as if a new moon passed through the sky, turning the Milky Way in the sky into a stream of flowing water, condensing into a crescent-shaped sword energy."

""——Shine through all rivers!""

"This attack is unavoidable, and Yan Qing has no intention of dodging it. He surrounds himself with countless flying swords, the long sword tightly grasped in his hand glowing brightly. He intends to combine all his life's knowledge into a single strike, and take Jingliu's well-honed blow head-on!"

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”