Chapter Forty-Six Rolling

  "Junior brother has such confidence, that's the best. Li Xiao's face regained its smile, but his expression seemed a bit stiff. 'I was worried I'd hit junior brother too hard and considered holding back some strength, but now it seems there's no need. Junior brother can certainly withstand all of my attacks.'"

  "It doesn't matter if you hold back, just attack as you like." To onlookers, Shen Cong seemed to be courting death, constantly provoking Li Xiao.

  Li Xiao's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't say a word. He walked straight into the arena, and when he passed by Shen Cong, he paused for a moment. "Last time I let you off once, I didn't expect you to come again this time. Now in front of so many people, it's not possible to kill you, but there are things in this world that are more terrifying than death."

  Shen smiled slightly and followed Li to the center of the square. This was originally a martial arts arena, so the venue was naturally extremely large, and it was just right for a competition like this.

  Lu Qianyun looked down and said, "Although fists and feet are blind, I still hope you two can stop at the right time. Especially Li Xiao, as a senior brother, you should have some sense of propriety." Without stopping the trial, on one side was her own disciple who followed her in cultivation, and on the other side was just someone from the Outer Peak with whom she had a slight good impression. Lu Qianyun's willingness to say a few words now was already the greatest help.

  "This is natural, the disciples have never thought of making the master how, from start to finish, the purpose is only to let this master know the difficulty and retreat." Li Xiao re-restored his smile, but his gaze towards Shen Cong was icy.

  "Brother has a kind heart." Shen Cong performed a courtesy, and Li Xiao's mouth slightly curved up, also returning the courtesy.

  "It's just like sending off the dead, even if I won't be able to kill you later, living a life worse than death is no different." Li Xiao thought to himself, his smile growing brighter.

  "Clang!"

  A crisp bell sound, Li Xiao's figure rushed out, and a fine sword appeared in his hand. The cold light flashed, the fine sword had not yet swung, but a chill had already swept towards all directions. In just a few steps, Li Xiao arrived in front of Shen Cong, the fine sword in his hand extended, and the frosty power enveloped Shen Cong's entire body.

  "The immortal points the way."

  The first move of the Cold Plum Sword Technique is often a probing thrust. Subsequent moves involve multiple variations, and as soon as the enemy makes a move, the sword technique also changes accordingly. Regardless of whether the opponent is attacking or defending, there are many methods in the sword technique to counter them.

  Shen Congxiu is only at the peak of second-order combined force, while Li Xiao is at the peak of third-order comprehensive force. The power within their bodies is all interconnected and merged, and the explosive force is not comparable to that of a second-order cultivator. However, Li Xiao remains cautious.

  "Good swordsmanship, this Li Xuejiu has indeed reached the third stage of perfection. I'm afraid that in a short while, he will be able to break through to the fourth stage of Condensed Origin. Among the young disciples of our sect, it seems we will have another powerful expert."

  "These words are not wrong, I used to think that the Jade Maiden Peak had many female disciples and male disciples might not become great talents. Now it seems that this idea is quite biased. Just this one sword alone is not something an ordinary disciple can withstand, and even don't know how to face it."

  As soon as this was said, several people around nodded in agreement. Although it was just a tentative move, if the response was not proper, it might fall into complete passivity afterwards. The style of this fine sword is also known for its continuous and unrelenting moves. Falling behind would be equivalent to sentencing oneself to death.

  A slightly inferior disciple facing this move may have lost his mind before even making a move, and will not know how to respond, whether to attack or defend, and will be stunned on the spot.

  The sword tip was only half a meter away from Shen Cong, and the chill had already invaded, causing Shen Cong's nose to turn slightly white. Shen Cong's eyes narrowed slightly, this sword technique was indeed formidable, compared to Nie Xiao Kong's powerful moves, Li Xiang was clearly one step ahead. Shen Cong leaned his body forward, sticking to the sword tip and taking a step forward.

  "Want to attack? My offense, isn't it just so easy to hide!" Li Xiao's heart had a cold smile, the straight and fine sword suddenly drew out a series of small circles. As these circle shadows appeared, the surrounding cold ice true energy rose by several times without stopping. What was even more frightening was that the surrounding heavenly and earthly spiritual energy seemed to be attracted, also rushing in to pour into the true energy, and the surroundings immediately started to rise with cold mist.

  Shen's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, and he threw a punch, unleashing a powerful force. However, what was unexpected was that although the punch dispersed much of the cold mist, its power was also completely dissipated. Just as Shen was about to change his move, it was already too late, and even more cold mist invaded from all sides, completely obscuring Shen's figure within.

  "Trudging through the snow!"

  As the surrounding cold air rose to a certain level, Li Xiao suddenly let out a long whistle. The whistling sound was full of joy, and the surrounding cold air violently churned, completely covering Shen Cong's figure within it. The cold mist transformed into various long swords that pierced through the middle, this true energy transformed weapon although had limited power, but excelled in its continuous and unrelenting assault, making it extremely effective against opponents with lower cultivation than oneself.

  Lu Qianyun looked at Li Xun's response and nodded slightly. At present, the moves used by Li Xun were extremely appropriate. Even if his opponent had some ability, under this attack, he would be powerless.

  "This is completely not on the same level, the scene is a mess, it's really boring to watch."

  "The disparity in cultivation is already a one-sided slaughter. We should have expected this from the start, and now the result is also within reason, what's strange about it?"

  "It's true, this kind of transcendent battle is not something that ordinary disciples can achieve. Moreover, Li Xiao's own combat strength is extraordinary, and wanting to defeat him, even someone with the same level of cultivation wouldn't dare to speak lightly of victory, let alone those whose cultivation is lower than his."

  Onlookers shook their heads, but just as the murmurs died down, a subtle change occurred in the arena. The calm and steadily growing frost suddenly churned up, and the transformed weapons burst apart. Li Xun's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his slender sword chopped out in a flurry of slashes, with true energy transforming into sword blades that charged into the frost. The bursting weapons reappeared once more, their power now several times stronger than before.

  Li Xiao's face broke into a smile, "Is my junior brother feeling uncomfortable inside? If you can't hold on, just say so and I'll withdraw this move. Don't force yourself, or you might get hurt, that wouldn't be good!" His words were polite, but the true energy he poured into his slender sword only increased instead of decreasing.

  "Shixiong attacked de, but this intensity seems to be insufficient." The imagined Shen Cong was supposed to be disheveled and embarrassed, yet his tone seemed rather calm.

  Li Xiao's expression solidified, followed by a scornful smile. "Big words aren't shameful, if you've been wanting to die so badly, I'll fulfill your wish." As Li Xiao spoke, the slender sword in his hand, which had slowed down earlier, suddenly swung with great force. Compared to its previous lightness, it now carried a sense of heaviness within.

  The surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy violently shook, surging into the cold mist, the icy power even if it was a disciple outside the arena, at this moment couldn't help but shiver. The ground of the martial arts arena had long been covered with a thick layer of frost, and its thickness was still increasing, at this moment even if it was a three-stage Tongli peak warrior who came in, would be frozen by the icy cold. Even with strong cultivation, it would certainly slow down the speed, making it difficult to move one's body.

  Li Xiang's mouth hid a cold smile, this icy power was the most sinister. If Shen Congru didn't struggle, it would be fine, but soon he would lose the scene. But if he struggled hard, the icy power would invade his body, into the bone marrow and dantian, the longer the time, the more invasion. Later on, it wouldn't be just losing a competition, but completely destroying his cultivation path, this life would have no possibility of progress.

  Shen Cong watched as the true energy shield continued to condense, and after a moment, the shield was also unable to withstand the invasion of the cold air. But Shen Cong seemed not to worry at all, his mouth corner even revealing a smile, "This fog is pretty good, just enough to block a few gazes for me."

  As soon as the words fell, the zombie's blood at the heart position suddenly exploded, and in an instant, it spread throughout Shen's body. Then, there was a sudden contraction. Between the explosion and the contraction, a powerful force filled his body, and his scarlet eyes gleamed with sharp fangs slightly exposed. For an instant, his body was like a desiccated corpse, although it didn't last long, but it was advantageous in its concealment.

  Shen's fist clenched, as if it could shake the mountains and rivers, without any moves, he took a step forward and punched out, with true energy bursting out of his body.

  The rolling cold fog suddenly stopped, and Li Xiang just felt something was wrong. He wanted to react, but it was too late. The cold fog emerged from the cave, and a fist came out of it. His hair stood on end as Li Xiang subconsciously held his slender sword in front of his chest, blocking the punch.

  "Bang!"

  The explosive force blew away the cold mist, Li Xiao's mouth was shattered, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. But Li Xiao refused to retreat, willing to be injured rather than back down. The slender sword in his hand flipped over, its icy power flashing, as if everything around him had been frozen in place. The sword tip pointed straight at Shen Cong's heart, and Li Xiao was filled with a killing intent.

  Shen Cong lowered his head, his scarlet eyes flashing, a bloodthirsty impulse swirling in his mind. His palm covered his heart, the fine sword pierced in, and a burst of blood flowers exploded out, Shen Cong's other fist directly struck Li Xiao's skull, waiting for the moment when the fireworks exploded.

  "Are you looking for trouble?"

  Li Xiao was enraged, daring to use only one hand to block his attack. With a surge of power in his hand, he wanted to directly pierce Shen Cong's heart, but except for a few blood flowers flowing out, the slender sword couldn't advance an inch and instead got stuck in Shen Cong's palm. Li Xiao was shocked, immediately abandoning the slender sword in his hand and covering his forehead with both hands.

  A muffled hum, his finger bones seemed to have broken completely, and his double-handed defense couldn't withstand Shen Cong's fist. Li You's body slid backward, finally unable to bear a hint of retreat, the secret method in his hand suddenly appeared, the abandoned thin sword trembled violently, wanting to return to Li You's hand.

  "Now that the sword is in my hands, you don't need to take it back."

  "How dare you! Do you know what you're saying?"

  "Get out!"

  Shen Cong raised his head, and the scarlet eyes were imprinted on Li Xiao's eyes. The cruel and brutal breath rushed straight to Li Xiao's heart, making him suddenly dizzy. Before he could react, a strip of cloth suddenly fell from the sky, Li Xiao was greatly shocked, his body turned in mid-air, but no matter what, he couldn't escape the restraint of this strip of cloth.

  A loud crash, Li Xiao was like a kite with a broken string, flying out in reverse. Shen Cong said roll, so Li Xiao really rolled. His body slammed into the ground, still unable to dissipate that earth-shaking force, and continued to tumble for a distance before finally coming to a stop. A mouthful of blood tried to be held back, but how could it be held back, and soon the area beneath him was covered in blood.

  Shen Cong put the Long Que knife back on his back, and his eyes and breathing had already returned to normal. The stimulation of the zombie's blood was extremely short-lived, and Shen Cong had control over it, so no one noticed anything unusual about him, not even Li Xiao, who just thought it was one of Shen Cong's special secret techniques.

  "Senior brother, I concede!"

  PS: Let's vote with red tickets, brothers!