Immortality begins with the sword of ignorance

After these days of exploration, Zhong Cang has figured out the ability of his sword heart.

This characteristic is roughly equivalent to the mysterious sixth sense, which allows Zhong Cang to instinctively make the optimal solution when he is concentrating on fighting or encountering danger.

The more critical the situation, the stronger the outbreak of Zhong Cang's subconscious.

Because of this characteristic, it doesn't matter when the Flame Spirit Butterfly is far away from him, but once her attack comes, Zhong Cang's consciousness will be possessed by the sword heart, and it will become fierce in an instant.

However, Zhong Cang naturally wouldn't say anything about his own situation, and Yan Lingdie wouldn't believe it either.

Because of this, she only felt that Zhong Cang, who had strength but used expressions to mislead her, was a villain.

But such a villain used such despicable means to defeat him, which made Yanlingdie, who had never suffered such a loss before, a little aggrieved and even more angry.

With the blessing of anger, his flaming heavy sword became heavier and faster, and quickly struck in front of Zhong Cang.

Just like before, as his body was threatened, Zhong Cang's eyes changed instantly, from being confused to being sharp and extraordinary.

And his body was aware of it first and drew his sword to block.

"Clang!"

This scene also made Flame Spirit Butterfly even more angry.

"As expected, you are a liar."

"boom!"

In the angry voice of Flame Spirit Butterfly, Fenghua and the unknown flaming epee collided again.

But unlike last time, because the Flame Spirit Butterfly was on guard, this time Zhong Cang could no longer easily slide the heavy sword away from its hand.

In a real hard fight, the gap between the two quickly became apparent.

With a "bang" sound, the huge force of the heavy sword and burning fire smashed the long sword in Zhong Cang's hand and raised it high.

If Zhong Cang hadn't held it firmly, the magic sword Fenghua in his hand would have been knocked away.

Although it was not the case now, his right hand holding the sword was still numb and in severe pain, and his whole body was even hurt by the sword. He was slashed back several steps by this stroke.

Before Zhong Cang, who was retreating, could stand firm, with a "boom" explosion, Flame Spirit Butterfly rushed up again, and the heavy sword in his hand also slashed down angrily.

"Clang!"

The heavy sword is extremely powerful, and its speed is also extraordinary due to the reaction force of the explosion.

However, even such a flaming blow was still blocked by Zhong Cang.

——The long sword that was raised high after being hit was not taken back by Zhong Cang. Zhong Cang's eyes were cold and almost inhuman. When he retreated, he suddenly clenched the long sword and slashed with all his strength.

"Clang!"

The sword he swung out in advance just blocked the incoming flaming heavy sword.

"Qiang!" "Qiang!" "Qiang!" "Qiang!"

In the time that followed, the Flame Spirit Butterfly's offensive was like a wave, continuous, and each of its attacks was powerful and heavy.

However, such heavy blows were blocked by Zhong Cang.

Even though he had to retreat every time he blocked and his arms were numb from the shock, he still blocked the attacks one by one with his indifferent expression.

This scene also attracted the attention of some people.

However, when most people saw this duel, they only saw the majestic Flame Spirit Butterfly with its sword burning fire.

Only the protector of Flame Spirit Butterfly, an old man named Shui Bo, had his eyes shining brightly and an incredible sigh coming from his mouth.

"Hiss... I didn't expect that there would be such an outstanding swordsman in the lower house!"

These words made Ye Shuang, the maid next to Uncle Shui, look over in shock.

She knew how powerful Uncle Shui was, but because of her knowledge, she understood how few young men could be praised by Uncle Shui.

However, looking at Zhong Cang who was retreating step by step and was almost unable to fight back after being beaten, Ye Shuang really couldn't see what was so outstanding about his talent.

The doubts in her heart made her ask involuntarily.

"Uncle Shui, is this sparring partner very strong? It is indeed good to be able to block the young lady's attack without losing, but he cannot be called outstanding...at least, he is not worthy of your praise."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Shui smiled.

"This little guy deserves it."

After saying that, he looked at the field with his eyes and said in a somewhat absent-minded manner: "Don't look at him retreating step by step after being beaten, but this was his initiative."

"The level of his skills is very low, and the gap in physical strength between him and the lady who practices the Heavenly Flame Spiritual Sutra is huge, like a chasm. If he fights hard without taking a step back, he will be defeated with three sword strikes."

"But now, every time they fight, he can retreat and release part of the force of the lady's heavy chop. Moreover, retreating can also allow him to take advantage of the situation and distance himself from the lady, allowing him time to use his sword to resist the lady. offensive."

"Even every time he fought hard, his arms were raised high, and there was a saying. Only by slashing hard can he block the young lady's attack."

Having said this, he couldn't help but sigh again:

"It's nothing to do just one of these details. But in a complex battle, if you can do everything and repeat it perfectly dozens of times without making any mistakes, it's very powerful."

After listening to Uncle Shui's explanation, Ye Shuang looked at the field again and noticed Zhong Cang's terror.

Just when he was surprised, Uncle Shui suddenly spoke.

"Miss is going to lose!"

"?!!"

"Impossible! This sparring partner may have talent, but as Uncle Shui said, the gap in strength between him and the young lady is as big as heaven. How can he win?"

Uncle Shui's final conclusion was so fantastical that Ye Shuang didn't believe his words even though he respected Uncle Shui.

In this regard, the guardian named Shui Bo did not defend himself, but just watched the scene quietly.

On the field, Zhong Cang, who was attacked wildly, was in an increasingly miserable situation.

Although, in the state of sword heart, he relied on various tricks and the integration of human and sword to block the heavy blows of Flame Spirit Butterfly every time.

However, due to the huge gap in physical strength, even though he blocked perfectly every time, he was still injured—his tiger's mouth had burst open, and blood flowed from his wrist.

Such a miserable scene made Ye Shuang unable to see that Zhong Cang had the slightest chance of winning.

However, just when she was confused, Uncle Shui spoke again.

"Here you are, let me see how talented you are and whether you can seize this opportunity."

"What's coming?"

Ye Shuang didn't understand, and although Zhong Cang on the field didn't hear Uncle Shui's words, there was a flash of inspiration in his eyes.

——When the explosion is exhausted, even if the Flame Spirit Butterfly technique is of a high level, she is only at the third level of Qi training. She will always regain her Qi under the violent attack.

This time of regaining her breath was very short, but in the moment when she took a breath, Zhong Cang's already sharp eyes suddenly glowed with cold light.

Ignoring the severe pain of the tiger's jaw cracking in his hand, Zhong Cang's consciousness was highly concentrated and completely in tune with the sword in his hand.

At this moment, the sword is the person, and the person is the sword.

In the realm of emptiness and clarity, Zhong Cang held the sword in his hand and stabbed suddenly.

"not good!"