Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 652 - 530-531: Sword Dao Sincerity! Wrath of the Divine Sentinel! (Extra 3 for monthly ticket) _2

Chapter 652: 530-531: Sword Dao Sincerity! Wrath of the Divine Sentinel! (Extra 3 for monthly ticket) _2

He knew very well how sincerely Ximen Chuixue devoted himself to the Sword Dao, so it was very likely that he would agree to this requirement that only a fool would accept.

Ximen Chuixue was certainly no fool.

But he was a madman, a madman crazed by the sword.

Ye Gucheng was too.

Fools agree to things unaware of the dangers, whereas madmen know the dangers but agree anyway.

At this moment, only Ye Gucheng could stop Ximen Chuixue.

But since Ye Gucheng was already waiting for Ximen Chuixue’s arrival, how could he possibly stop him?

Therefore, both of them turned to look at each other, their gazes meeting like clashing sword edges.

They hadn’t moved, but their eyes had already crossed swords in a silent duel, this still pressure was even stronger and more terrifying than any motion.

If a falling leaf were to drift between them at that moment, it would immediately be shredded into dust by their Sword Qi.

This pressure, although invisible, was certainly not intangible.

Iron Gall Divine Hou’s eyes revealed a smile full of admiration and sincerity, saying, "It seems that you both have made your Choice; you truly are the finest swordsmen. Now, start, and after the duel, I will take my turn against you, without taking any unfair advantage!"

"Letting them both injure each other before you act, how is that different from taking advantage of someone?"

Xiao Feng glared angrily.

It was then that Ye Gucheng suddenly spoke with a smile, "Correct, Hero Xiao has spoken well."

His words shattered the silence of the swordsmen’s duel.

Instantly, the air seemed filled with countless invisible swords crossing paths, cutting the air so violently that the ground crackled and spat dust and debris.

Ximen Chuixue’s eyes flashed alarmingly with Sword Radiance, and the longsword he held was almost unsheathed.

But Ye Gucheng simply shifted slightly to the side, his thumb resting on the sword guard of the Feihong Sword.

Hiss—!

A strand of hair from his forehead was severed by the invisible Sword Qi, floating in the air before being instantly sliced into tiny particles of black dust.

Ximen Chuixue sharply focused his gaze, his eyes emitting a breathtaking Sword Intent that turned restrained.

"Impressive!!"

Jiang Dali internally exclaimed, his eyes focused.

He knew very well that the moment Ye Gucheng had suddenly spoken, the first duel between the two Sword Gods had commenced.

Ye Gucheng’s sudden speech was an aggressive move to break the deadlock.

This was a move that required immense courage and confidence.

Because with both swordsmen’s Sword Intent clashing in balance, the first to make a move was likely to suffer a fatal blow.

Nonetheless, Ye Gucheng still had the courage and confidence to make the first move against Ximen Chuixue.

And Ximen Chuixue’s counterattack was indeed fierce and sharp.

Ultimately, it was clear that Ye Gucheng was at a disadvantage, his hair being sliced by Ximen Chuixue’s Sword Qi.

However, those who truly understand knew.

The first duel between the two, in reality, was evenly matched.

Because Ye Gucheng, who took the initiative, didn’t engage in direct attack.

Instead, it was as though he respectfully gave Ximen Chuixue the chance to go on the offensive, requiring even more immense bravery and confidence.

All present were experts among experts, and at this moment, they all clearly saw the details of the first duel between the two legendary swordsmen, and were all deeply moved.

But then Ye Gucheng looked towards Ximen Chuixue, and with a carefree smile said, "Brother Ximen, our duel, why not set it aside for now? Although I am very eager to battle you, I do not wish to become a pawn in someone else’s hands.

How about we first deal with this trouble here, then find another place to properly cross swords?"

Iron Gall Divine Hou’s face darkened slightly.

Ximen Chuixue looked down at the sword in his hands, "Do you know what the essence of the sword lies in?"

Ye Gucheng smiled, "You tell me."

Ximen Chuixue said, "In truth."

Ye Gucheng said, "Truth?"

Ximen Chuixue said, "Only with a true heart can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship; those without truth are unfit to even discuss the sword."

Ye Gucheng’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Beside them, Bai Yujing also felt a stir in his heart, looking at the Changsheng Sword in his hands.

Ximen Chuixue stared at Ye Gucheng, saying, "You lack sincerity."

Ye Gucheng was silent for a moment, "You study the sword?"

Ximen Chuixue slowly grasped the hilt of his sword, "Swordsmanship knows no end."

Ye Gucheng responded, "Since you study the sword, you should know that one who learns the sword need only be honest with the sword, not necessarily to people."

Ximen Chuixue spoke no more, as there was nothing left to say.

At the end of the road lies the end of the world, and at the end of speech lies the sword.

A hearty laughter, accompanied by an unmatched sharp Sword Qi, suddenly attacked from outside. The laughter was like a sword piercing through the air, sharp and vigorous yet straightforward and sincere.

Along with the laughter came the screams of agony from the Imperial Army.

Hearing this laughter was like seeing a sword.

A more honest sword, a more honest person, pursuing the sword.

The White-clothed Man!

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng both ceased speaking and simultaneously drew their swords, rushing toward each other. Cold sword light crossed and flashed through the air, making it seem as though razor-sharp waves were suddenly slicing through.

Everyone present felt a chill on their faces as if grazed by a sword’s edge.

The next moment!

An astonishing Sword Intent and Sword Qi collided like two lines.

Fengtian Hall literally split into two under these lines, as two figures darted out, their sword lights intertwining.

The White-clothed Man, now bloodstained, laughed heartily without regret, plunging towards the two combatants like a moth to a flame, a third sword light erupted.

The two, however, did not refuse the challenger, and all three exchanged blows.

Such a scene deeply moved everyone present.

Even Iron Gall Divine Hou, who had always wanted to witness this scene, now felt not relief and relaxation, but true heartfelt admiration.

"Sword Dao is about sincerity, to hear the Dao in the morning and die content in the evening!!"

Bai Yujing, his eyes resolute, suddenly shouted lowly, drew the Changsheng Sword with a cry, his movement technique unfolding as he rushed towards the trio, "And me!!"

Four people.

Four swords.

Four Sword Qi clashed out of Fengtian Hall, battling together.

In this moment.

Nothing else mattered.

Power, reputation, women, money, even life and death, all were insignificant!

What mattered was the sword!

The sword in a swordsman’s hand...

Jiang Dali, deeply impressed, reflected in his left pupil the four people entirely absorbed in the fight, exclaiming, "When you meet a swordsman, present a sword, true sincerity in the Dao, forgetting life and death, my journey here has not been in vain..."

Iron Gall Divine Hou, hands behind his back, took a step forward alongside Jiang Dali, almost shoulder-to-shoulder, his tone commanding yet calm, "Your injuries have also recovered almost eighty percent, it seems you will not have another such excellent medicine to heal. But there is something that really surprises me."

Jiang Dali coldly chuckled, "Are you surprised that my Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill can be performed repeatedly?"

Iron Gall Divine Hou’s face grew solemn, and he nodded, "Exactly!"

Suddenly, the two turned their heads, their eyes clashing like lightning.

Jiang Dali sneered broadly, "For such a clever man like yourself, to be fooled by Invincible Naughty Boy Gu Santong’s joke for years, I must say it’s because you carry a thief’s guilt, always evading issues that you should have realized long ago. Iron Gall Divine Hou!"

"Iron Gall Divine Hou!"

Jiang Dali suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, his hair whipping about, his laughter dripping with mockery, coloring Iron Gall Divine Hou’s face with an ashen hue.

"Iron Gall Divine Hou! Hahaha!"

In his roaring laughter, he jeered, "If you truly were as unyielding and tough as iron, village chief would have nothing but utter admiration for you, but unfortunately, you are not, so no matter how much you scheme, village chief will walk today, and you cannot stop him!"

Iron Gall Divine Hou’s eyelids flickered slightly, his iron-grey façade gradually calming, chillingly calm like a lion about to select its prey, he spoke in a low tone.

"Then watch how this Hou takes you!"

Whoosh—!

His figure moved abruptly, the air around seeming to collapse toward his majestic posture as if his body had turned into a vortex, devouring everything.

A fair and broad palm, fingers splayed wide as if seizing heaven and earth, struck overhead towards Jiang Dali!

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