Chapter Seventy Heart Sword

  Seeing the arrogant and unreasonable Ao Tian, Xiao Zhan's eyebrows furrowed, he was about to say something when his face suddenly changed, and he burst into wild joy.

  Since the spiritual body in the dream space was busy practicing swordsmanship, Xiao Zhan had already activated the synchronization of his physical body and spiritual body, allowing him to feel the improvement of his swordsmanship at any time. Just now, a message came from within the spiritual body, informing him that all 10,000 sets of sword moves in "Wang Ba Sword Dao" had reached perfection.

  The realm of the heart sword, with one transform ten thousand, with ten thousand merge into one.

  Although there are still two or three thousand sets of top sword techniques to go, for Xiao Zhan, the "Wang Ba Sword Heart" has reached the realm of heart.

  Heart Sword, the attack is aimed at the opponent's mental state, attacking their heart. When anyone breaks a move, they first think about how to break it in their mind, and then make a move. Heart Sword attacks this process, one sword out can seal all the ways of breaking in the opponent's mind, often one move can decide the outcome. Unless you reach the same state as Heart Sword, there is no way to resist.

  At this moment, Xiao Zhan was facing a man who wanted to take his wife and even threatened to kill him, he was furious. Suddenly, Xiao Zhan stood up, looking at Mu Rongyan beside him, the anger on his face disappeared, and he smiled slightly: "Wife, lend me your sword for use."

  Murong Yanyan gazed at Xiao Zhan with a smile in her eyes, and upon hearing his words, she nodded and handed over the sword by her side to him.

  This is a beautifully decorated treasure sword, with every grain filled with an elegant ancient charm. Taking the sword in hand, Xiao Zhan stared at Murong Yan and smiled: "Wife, after I deal with this annoying fly, we can continue our conversation."

  Murong Yan's eyes sparkled with a smile as she nodded silently.

  Looking at Lang's affectionate and flirtatious behavior, the two of them exchanged glances, and Tianlu's beautiful eyebrows almost furrowed together. Her gaze towards Murong Yan was not without a hint of chilliness. Tianlu felt threatened by Murong Yan's presence, although she didn't mind Xiao Zhan having many women, but when it came to outsiders joining in, her heart harbored rejection.

  At this moment, the "Wang Ba Xian Xin" in Xiao Zhan's mind started to operate automatically, putting him in a wonderful state of mind. He clearly felt Tianluo's hostility and thoughts in his heart. Almost subconsciously, Xiao Zhan nodded at Tianluo and smiled slightly, and somehow conveyed his heart to hers.

  For no reason, Tianluo Fang's heart was drunk with sweetness, and she immediately gave Xiao Zhan a sweet smile.

  After comforting the heavenly dew, Xiao Zhan drew his sword from its scabbard and gazed at it, praising it silently as "good sword". He then walked to the table, casually creating a sword flower with a flick of his wrist. With an air of self-satisfaction, he said: "I have just witnessed your extraordinary swordsmanship, and I am deeply moved. I simplified and refined your technique, adding some of my own insights to create a new set of nine moves, called the Cold Plum Nine Swords. Although it may not be as elaborate or showy as your original technique, it excels in its precision. In my opinion, it is more than sufficient. Today, I'd like to take this opportunity to ask for your critique, and see how it compares to your original version."

  He was indeed arrogant, thinking he was invincible. He stole his swordsmanship without even saying thank you, and then modified it. Not only that, but he also pointed out that his original swordsmanship was too complicated and impractical. In the end, he still had to show off in front of him. After hearing Xiao Zhan's words, Ao Tian couldn't help but feel angry and resentful. Before, he was always the one bullying others, but this little devil actually dared to treat him like nothing, it was simply unreasonable.

  Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he would still have to kill this little devil, to vent his hatred. Thinking of this, he concentrated and waited, although angry, but he wouldn't forget that this little devil's swordsmanship was extremely high, rarely seen in his life, and at that time, capsizing in the ditch wouldn't be good.

  Looking at the proud and waiting Ao Tian, Xiao Zhan smiled with satisfaction. He had grown up so big, but this was still his first time competing with someone in martial arts. He had been learning swordsmanship until now, but it was also his first time holding a real treasured sword in his hand. In the past, he had always held swords that were conjured up by his spiritual power. The feeling of holding a true sword was indeed different. As soon as he grasped the sword, countless sword moves burst forth from his heart, and tens of thousands of sets of sword techniques flashed through his mind like lightning. The newly created Hanmei Nine Swords had undergone another transformation and refinement in an instant, becoming even more perfect. His entire demeanor had also changed, with a sense of urgency to unleash all that he had learned.

  The first time you engage in a contest, look for someone whose skills are equal to your own; only then can you fully enjoy it.

  With a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand flashed out several beautiful sword flowers. Xiao Zhan gazed at Ao Tian and smiled: "Brother, are you ready? I'm about to make my move."

  As soon as he finished speaking, his sword eyebrows condensed, and his eyes shot out cold light. His long sword trembled, and forty-nine plum blossoms suddenly bloomed, each one crystal clear and dazzlingly beautiful, exuding a bone-piercing chill that instantly enveloped the entire wine tower, making people feel as if they were in the midst of icy skies and snowy lands.

  Xiao Zhan crossed his feet and stepped out, shooting electricity in the blink of an eye. Forty-nine plum blossoms flew and danced angrily, forming a mysterious trap that covered the sky and enveloped Ao Tian. The cold plum blossoms were tightly connected, linked together, and moved as one. All forty-nine plum blossoms were transformed from sword energy, shining brightly and hiding a killing intent.

  Suddenly, the 49 plum blossoms disappeared and transformed into a long sword. At first glance, it was just a simple straight thrust, plain and unremarkable. However, when you focused your mind on it, the simple straight thrust suddenly changed, like the plum blossoms competing to bloom, gorgeous and dazzling, with intricate and exquisite moves, changing endlessly. Just as you thought of resisting with your sword, you were shocked to find that there was no way to resist. As soon as a solution came to mind, the sword's momentum changed again, repeating this process, leaving you bewildered and lost. By the time you regained your senses, the long sword had already ended your life.

  When the proud sword angrily stabbed forward, he was completely lost and stunned. What kind of swordsmanship is this? He had never even heard of it before. Looking at this sword, he couldn't muster up any thought of resistance in his heart.

  Tian Wu and Mo Dao's eyes widened in shock, such swordsmanship was unheard of, unseen before. What kind of mastery must one achieve to accomplish this? Is it the realm where all things can be used as swords, where the sword is born from the heart, and controlled by the heart, or is it the realm where no technique surpasses having technique?

  No form is not truly no form, but rather the technique has transcended the limitations of form, bringing it to life and changing endlessly.

  But this sword is not just that, this sword is not only a tangible sword, it is also an intangible sword, a spiritual sword, a heart-attacking sword. Only in this way can one's spiritual resistance be completely eliminated. But how can such a swordsmanship be achieved? The two of them didn't understand and couldn't figure it out, staring blankly at the breathtaking sword.

  Hide all changes in one sword, get the sword and forget the sword, forget the sword and then get the sword again, only by mastering all kinds of swordsmanship can you achieve this.

  The two attendants of Ao Tian looked at this fatal sword, and their faces suddenly changed color. The shock in their hearts was known only to themselves. Their cultivation had reached the realm of immortals, with extremely strong mental states, but such a sword technique, such a sword intent, could even affect them, let alone others. It was imaginable how terrifying it was. The young master faced this sword with no chance of survival.

  Young Master!

  Two people's true yuan suddenly surged, their immortal cultivation was undoubtedly revealed. Just as they were about to attack Xiao Zhan, a sudden chill of killing intent enveloped them, making them feel like they had fallen into an icy pit. When they wanted to speak, they were horrified to find that it seemed as if an invisible giant hand had grasped their throats, leaving them suffocating and desperate.

  "Hmph! If you don't want to die, then stay put obediently. If any of you dare harm the young man in the arena, not only will the three of you be unable to leave the Absolute Immortal City alive, but your entire Proud World Alliance will also be uprooted."

  A cold voice pierced into the minds of the two people, devoid of any emotions, as if it was talking about something utterly insignificant.

  However, the two men's violent drinking still shocked the dazed Ao Tian. The sharp sword energy was already approaching his body, and he seemed to have smelled the fragrance of Cold Plum, saw the unyielding spirit of Cold Plum, and also felt the biting chill of winter. It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly came to a realization, and before this, his swordsmanship had been completely meaningless.

  He felt the utmost humiliation in his heart, discovering that he couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from this little demon. The pride in his heart was completely gone, replaced by a mix of emotions that were hard to put into words. There are some people who, when faced with desperation, will only become more frantic, thoroughly exposing their true nature. With a loud roar, Ao Tian's eyes turned bright red, and he executed a defensive sword technique.

  "Whoosh!" The long sword pierced through the layers of sword shadows and stabbed into Ao Tian's chest, but Ao Tian's face showed a crazed expression. One hand grasped the long sword, while the other wielded a sword to furiously slash at Xiao Zhan, determined to die together!

  Xiao Zhan let out a cold hum, drew his sword and quickly retreated. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his original position. Just now, with one sword strike, he could have completely killed his opponent, without giving him any chance to react. But when his long sword pierced into the opponent's body, Xiao Zhan hesitated. Growing up this big, he had never killed anyone before. Even if the man in front of him wanted to kill him, for a moment, he found it hard to make the killing move.

  Staring at Ao Tian's ferocious face, Xiao Zhan coldly smiled and said: "Do you want to continue competing?"

  No sarcasm, no disdain, but a kind of pride, a kind of indifference in the face of someone completely inferior to oneself. Ao Tian Jue pressed down on the acupoints on his body, stemming the bleeding wound, and glared at Xiao Zhan with a fierce gaze: "Why don't we compare? Today, unless you kill me, we must determine who is superior."

  Young Master!

  "Shut up! This is none of your business, you two."