The Legend of Zhu San
076: Yinyang Wind Sword
The Sword King immediately shot backwards when he saw Zhu San's smile. It had been a long time since he had found an opponent who was smiling while fighting with him.
“Your ability is high enough for a boy's size. But do not be happy first, after this you will not be able to smile like before.”
As the Sword King finished his words, a powerful Aura immediately emanated from his body and the Blunt Sword in his hand. A purple aura immediately emanated from that sword.
The smile on Zhu San's lips disappeared, making the Sword King smile at him, before he darted back to attack Zhu San.
He did not care if Zhu San was ready or not, immediately he slashed his sword towards the neck of the young man who had killed his disciple.
The swiftness of the slash, was impossible for even a high-level swordsman to avoid.
But how surprised the Sword King was when he saw Zhu San dodging his attack with a smile that was back on his lips.
Not only did he dodge his slash, Zhu San even gave a quick kick towards his stomach.
The Sword King immediately held the kick with his left palm. The clash of feet and treads, made the Sword King bounce backwards, with his hands feeling numb.
Thirty percent of the energy in which He was flowing, it still made him bounce.
That made him extremely angry, it was immediately that the Sword King was exerting eighty percent of his inner strength.
“You are really looking to die apparently!”
The dull sword in his right hand, was now emitting an extremely bright purple light. Zhu San was immediately wary of seeing the power displayed by the opponent.’’
A slash of hot sword energy shot out extremely quickly towards Zhu San's body as the Sword King slashed his Blunt Sword into the air in front of him.
Zhu San immediately jumped to avoid that, but the Sword King who had expected Zhu San's movements, had darted and was near Zhu San while slashing the sword towards his neck.
TRAANG
Zhu San managed to fend off the slash, but his body had to bounce off the ground quickly. The smile on Zhu San's lips disappeared right then and there.
A quick strike back made Zhu San have to fight to avoid and fend off the King Sword's extremely fast attack on the deadly part.
“Lung’er!! … “
Mu Rong shouted as he saw Zhu San being attacked all out by the Sword King. Zhu Han though worried, but he strongly believed in the ability of his son.
The exchange of attacks grew more intense as time passed. At least a hundred times the attack had the Sword King slashed at Zhu San.
But so far, only one strike from him had hit the opponent, it had only scratched Zhu San's arm thinly.
It made the Sword King wonder about the hot and cold air emanating from the body and the Zhu San Sword.
“True Yinyang Body?!”
The anger of the previous Sword King, made him forget about the condition of Zhu San's body.
The news that only a person of True Yinyang stature could wield the Yinyang Sword, was forgotten by him the moment he recognized the sword in Zhu San's hand.
The Sword King's eyes instantly widened as Zhu San who was five meters away from him, was seen grinning.
“It's enough I'm playing around with you Sword King, now it's my turn to give you an attack.”
Zhu San who had poured sixty percent of his energy into his sword and body, darted with the Yinyang Wind Steps.
It made the Sword King gasp and had to bounce back when in less than a second, Zhu San had been in front of him and slashed his sword.
The fist that the Sword King did managed to save his neck from the slash of Zhu San's sword.
But what happened then, made the Sword King's eyes again glare wide and a sense of scream penetrated his heart.
Zhu San twisted the Yinyang Sword so quickly that it made a circle with sword eyes directed towards the Sword King's body.
The whirlwind created by the Ice Wind Sword from the Yin energy in Zhu San's body, was now rolling in a radius of five meters in the direction of the blade's rotation.
Although he felt a little trepidation with the new sword stance He saw at this time, but the Sword King did not want to retreat.
He also exerted a hundred percent of his inner strength and made a blunt sword burn with purple flames.
“People Fire Punishes the Devil!”
Zhu San was annoyed to hear the name of the moves shouted by the Sword King. He shouted to welcome the attack.
“Medium Yinyang Expel Grandpa Smell Farts!”
The cold whirl of wind immediately rolled up the sword and the body of the Sword King who was shocked when he saw the purple flames on his blade instantly extinguished due to the exposure of the cold Wind from Zhu San's stance.
The Ice Wind Sword or Fire Wind Sword Skill, was the Third Step of the Yinyang Sword Technique. Zhu San actually did not want to wear this monstrous style.
But considering that the heirloom sword in the Sword King's hand was no ordinary heirloom, Zhu San also brushed aside the doubts in his heart.
The Sword King whose body was now trapped in the Ice Wind vortex, his face turned pale instantly upon seeing the Purple Flame on his sword, having already extinguished and frozen.
“AAAAARRRGGHHH!”
That Qing Empire Sword King, let out a loud scream as he felt his body become stiff and he could not move.
The heat of his body also decreased dramatically, although he had exerted all his internal energy which turned out to be unable to dampen the cold so strong.
Zhu San still turned his sword even though he realized that the Sword King was half alive due to the attack of his master.
Everyone who saw the fight happening in front of them, shuddered in horror as Zhu San pointed the tip of the Yinyang sword into the air.
The wind that was rolling, was now facing upwards carrying the Blunt Sword King and Sword King's body into the air.
Zhu San quickly shot out the Hot Energy from the tip of the sword so that there was a very loud explosion along with the destruction of the ice wind vortex.
BLAAMM !!!
The Ice Wind Whirl shattered into small, reddish-white snowflakes as the blood from the Sword King's body shattered into pieces.
Zhu San swallowed his own saliva at what had just happened. This was the first time He had used the third of the Five Steps in the Yinyang Sword Technique, He felt that this style was extremely cruel.
Of the five Steps, He had only studied up to the fourth, that was his mastery of the fourth, not yet at the perfect stage.
Zhu San turned his head in the air, three meters from his head, Blunt Sword was seen hovering and was about to move away.
But a streak of red blue light shot out very quickly and immediately enveloped the Eraloquent Sword that had its blunt tip.
A while later, the Blunt Sword was drawn towards the tip of the Yinyang Sword. The Dulled Sword trembled as if in fear as it stuck to the tip of the sword.
A moment later the blue and reddish light that shot out from the tip of the Yinyang sword earlier, disappeared again.
The Blunt Sword moved towards Zhu San's left hand, as the Noble Prince Zhu Han raised his hand.
“Good if you are willing to submit to me. You must serve my father and protect him until his last breath and come back to me after that.”
Zhu San immediately bit his finger, three drops of blood He dropped onto the blunt sword blade. The blade of the sword immediately glowed a bluish-red that disappeared a moment later.
Zhu San stepped towards Father, Mother and Grandfather the Thousand Faces Swordsman after inserting the Yinyang Sword into the Yinyang Soul Ring.
It made the eyes of everyone who was still amazed by what Zhu San was doing, now again glared wide, when he saw the Sword along it could disappear instantly from their eyes.
The Swordsman of a Thousand Faces gulped down his saliva, nearly a hundred years old He lived a new life this time seeing such a miracle.
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