Supreme Emperor of Swords

“Is it? I can’t wait any longer, come on!” Ding Hao said and licked his lips, eyes burning with crazy fervor.

At this moment, Ding Hao gave the impression of being like a sharp sword—although it may lose to its opponent, it will not bend.

A swordsman. That was a swordsman’s pride.

Ding Hao also had his personal pride.

Ding Hao’s eyes seemed to be kindled with a crazy enthusiasm, while Li Muyun’s eyes appeared deep in a trance, as if remembering a person or a thing.

Then he looked up at the distant sky and seemed to be lost in memories. After a long time, Li Muyun’s expression suddenly became sharp and he nodded seriously, saying, “They will still be three moves. If you can withstand my three moves, it’ll be your win.”

After that, he slowly pulled out a sword that was hanging from his waist.

The blade was bright, like a milky way suddenly appearing on the ring, air condensing in the process.

Outside the challenge arena, Liang Feixue and the faces of the others from the Honorable Alliance of Seven changed. This was the first time they had seen their eldest brother draw his sword; would he finally use all his strength? What did Ding Hao remind their eldest brother of? Why did their eldest brother suddenly make such a decision?

They thought of this while others were also alarmed.

This was the first time anyone had seen Li Muyun draw his sword in the big match of the Fifth Academy.

In the crowd, the heart of the beautiful young girl Li Yiruo, who was surrounded in the center, was suddenly in a bind; uneasy as if caught by something.

Before Li Muyun had drawn his sword, Ding Hao was already struggling. “If Li Muyun burst into his real strength, could Ding Hao still persist? Maybe he’ll get hurt. This stupid fool, why don’t you give up?”

On the stage.

Li Muyun’s sword crossed his chest, and with a sliding touch of parallel fingers, a faint purple flame was attached to the body of the sword.

“The first sword!”

The voice did not fade.

Li Muyun’s cloud shape came to the front of Ding Hao like a ghost. The purple flame burning sword, without any fancy moves, turned into a cold star, against Sun Fei’s other shot, like a shot made by giant siege crossbows.

Swish!

The air was torn apart by his long sword’s rapid thrust, and it was only at this time that the sharp scream was heard.

The strong wind blowing up seemed to almost leave the bluestone ground of the ring.

Fast!

This sword almost went to the extreme.

Compared with this sword, Ding Hao’s previous sword was not a fast sword at all.

“Haha, I’ve finally entered the three-apertured Martial Disciple realm. The speed of Qi cycling has also reached 30 rotations per second. This is a new state. I am more confident about today’s third round in the martial arts competition.”

Ding Hao only felt like a small tornado coming, blue shirt and long hair flying back in an instant.

“Can’t resist! I can’t… Too fast; can’t hide, can’t escape! What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? “What should I do?”

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Ding Hao’s mind, but he could not catch any inspiration at all. Facing Li Muyun’s direct, domineering and destructive sword, Ding Hao could not find any way to crack it.

In a critical moment, Ding Hao’s body made a choice ahead of his thinking.

The rusted sword made a buzzing tremor, as Ding Hao rotated his wrist, drawing a series of strange arcs in the air, like a bright meteor, just like a nightingale flying. In front of him, he spread a sword net.

“Clash! Clash! Clash!”

In the next moment, the two swords collided wildly at a speed indistinguishable to the naked eye, and the sound of metal embrittlement was heard.

The sky suddenly burst open a sleek view of sparks.

Li Muyun’s sword, in such a setting, was bit by bit closer to Ding Hao’s eyebrows.

The whole process was like a slow-motion replay. Miracles appear bit by bit in the process—every time the domineering and unparalleled sword broke through the sword net laid by Ding Hao, the speed would slow down by one point, and the momentum of this sword would weaken by one point.

Just like a tireless person knocking; he still couldn’t get a response from his master.

Closed Door!

A thought flashed across Ding Hao’s mind, jolting him like a bolt of lightning. He suddenly realized the problem with his training.

His subconscious had cast out this trick; it was the one he attained at the top of the mountain last night, one of the unnamed swords that strange man in black taught him, called “Closed Door”, a so-called extreme trick of defensive research.

The original version contained endless secrets. With Ding Hao’s shrewdness, it took the whole night and never got through it.

Back when he was in the process of saving Li Lan, Ding Hao tried to complete this move; oftentimes he could only complete less than half of the sword type, just slightly resisting the beastly pursuit of Liang Feixue, being also knocked out of the ring.

At this time, when Li Muyun stood facing him, Ding Hao finally realized the almost desperate feeling that each opponent felt while confronting Li Muyun. He felt like a mortal facing an unclimbable mountain and a bird facing an impassable sea.

“But I don’t want to make the best choice under the impulse of my subconscious mind.”

Under extreme pressure, Ding Hao’s mind was blank, and his whole person was in a state of emptiness. Unexpectedly, he managed to accomplish more than 70% of this complicated and profound sword style.

Although it was only 70%, it was enough to resist Li Muyun’s destructive sword.

It was no wonder that Tsing Yi geeks were so confident, daring to face this sword style—few people could crack it, even in the whole Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

On the other side, Li Muyun’s face once again showed an unexpected expression.

His pupils reflected the layers of sword nets scattered by Ding Hao’s rusty sword in the air, and finally, all these reflections turned into surprise and converged on his face.

What kind of sword is this? What kind of sword is this? What a strange force, incredibly… Actually, with a two-apertured level of strength, being able to resist a three-apertured peak sword? Is Ding Hao hiding his strength?

Clang!

Ding Hao stepped back seven or eight times in a row, to stop the attack.

“I blocked Li Muyun’s sword?”

Ding Hao withdrew from the empty state. After a little thinking, he knew what had happened before.

On the other side, Li Muyun did not pursue.

The surprised look on his face had disappeared at this time, and he changed into a calm state again, carrying a long sword with a purple flame on his back and approaching step by step. He then said, “You really surprised me. Unfortunately, that’s it.”

…

They had not even figured out what had happened up in the stage!

The shock of the disciples from the Central Academy of white shirts and the cheers from the disciples of the Eastern Academy of green shirts sounded at the same time. The tournament really gave too many unexpected turns. When Li Muyun broke out to surpass the peak strength of the three-apertured, many people felt that the tournament was as good as over and condemned Ding Hao’s failure.

But who would think that, at the last minute, Ding Hao would unexpectedly cast a type of unheard of, unprecedented, incredible sword technique, reversing the situation?

Zhang Fan, Wang Xiaoqi and others jumped up on the spot, together with the beautiful girl Li Yiruo.

Li Lan’s face in the distance also revealed a look of relief.