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Chapter 171 Downpour of Rain and Rolling Clouds

Lei Wujie saw the sword fragments hurtling towards him and immediately raised his Heart sword to block, but one fragment grazed his wrist. He felt a sharp pain and lost the grip on his sword. He hurriedly reached for it. However, Su Muyu flashed in front of him in one step and lashed at him with a single kick, sending him flying. Another three sword fragments pierced into his body. Su Muyu straightened himself and turned the sword in his hand slowly. "This is the Heart sword, ranked fourth among the famous swords under Heaven?"

The Heart sword vibrated continuously with a cry, as if trying to break free of Su Muyu’s grip. However, Su Muyu brushed the sword lightly with his hand, and suppressed that uncomfortable vibration.

Lei Wujie fell to the ground, bleeding from both shoulders.

Ye Ruoyi was about to move forward to help, but Xiao Se reached out and stopped her. "It\'s not over yet. Wait."

As soon as he said that, Lei Wujie struggled to his feet, glared at the Heart sword in Su Muyu\'s hand, and yelled angrily, "Sword to me!"

The Heart sword that had been suppressed by Su Muyu’s qi started to screech again!

"Sword to me!" Lei Wujie yelled again.

The Heart sword actually dragged Su Muyu forward!

"Good sword, good swordsman." Su Muyu nodded, suddenly raised his foot and stamped onto the ground. He finally stopped moving. He thrusted the Heart sword before him and shouted, "Stop!"

The Heart sword was silenced. Lei Wujie retreated a step and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Rise!" Su Muyu suddenly lifted the sword, and lunged at Lei Wujie with the sword.

Ye Ruoyi whirled around to look at Xiao Se. Xiao Se frowned, but still did not speak. However, Lei Wujie suddenly took a step forward. The Heart sword pierced through his shoulder, but only by an inch before it stopped.

Su Muyu raised his head and sighed softly. "Good."

Two fingers had clamped onto the Heart sword. A single finger to break Cangshan, two fingers to break Qian Kun, Lei Clan Thunderclap Fingers!

Lei Wujie reached out with his left hand and pointed his fingers at Su Muyu again. Break the soul, and extinguish longevity, Lei Clan Fallen Trance Fingers!

Su Muyu immediately withdrew the sword and retreated, and his eyes showed a measure of admiration. "At your age, you’re already proficient in your swordsmanship as well as your Blazing Arts and Unseen Fists. Yet, you’ve also mastered the two elite finger techniques of the Lei Clan Fort. Very impressive."

"I\'ve only practiced it before. Actually, I’m only a beginner at it." Lei Wujie was covered with wounds, but still smiling. "But, I was about to die, right? No matter what, I gotta force it out. But if you want me to strike another finger now, I won’t be able to."

"Since you only managed those two finger strikes inadvertently, and you have also lost your sword, do you intend to continue fighting?" Su Muyu said slowly.

"If I don\'t fight, can you spare me and spare my friends?" Lei Wujie asked.

Su Muyu shook his head and answered simply, "No."

"Then this question is meaningless." Lei Wujie\'s sleeves fluttered and his red clothes flew up. The red light in his eyes ignited again. "Come on! I still have the last bit of effort at the bottom of the barrel. Since you want to fight to the death, then let’s go! I will decide on life and death with you once more."

Lei Wujie clenched his fists with both hands and made an opening gesture. It was exactly that boxing skill that even seven-year-old Shaolin Temple monks could perform, the Arhat Fists.

Su Muyu drew a sword flower easily with his right hand. "As you wish."

On the other side, Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo joined forces to fight Xie Qidao, but they, too, could not hold out for long. Both Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo were out of breath, but Xie Qidao, who was over 60 years old, was still breathing calmly. He stood with his sabre held upright and asked Tang Lian, "You are a Tang Clan disciple. Why aren’t you using hidden weapons?"

"I\'m from Tang Clan, but I\'m also a disciple of Snow Moon City. This time, I\'m here for Snow Moon City, not for Tang Clan." Tang Lian held his fingertip blade and kept his eyes on Xie Qidao closely.

"I guessed it, a strong-willed youth." Xie Qidao nodded. "This time, we allied with your Tang Clan, but in my opinion, they’re beneath you. Such a pity that I’m a killer. Even if I admire you, I must kill you."

Sikong Qianluo shook her spear, and silver light flashed. "Stop talking nonsense!"

"You have a very good weapon. I used to have one too. It was a sabre that I forged for myself. I used it for forty years and have repaired it hundreds of times." Xie Qidao raised the long sabre in his hand. "Too bad it was broken by someone. If I was holding that sabre I used to have, you’d all be dead already."

"You sure talk big," Sikong Qianluo denounced angrily.

Xie Qidao ignored her, and said to himself, "In our line, there’s a saying. If the weapon you’ve had with you for many years is broken, then you won’t have long to live. After killing you lot this time, I will retire as the Hidden River Head of Xie House and retreat from the world."

Sikong Qianluo pointed her spear at Xie Qidao, and said in puzzlement, "This old man is also really strange. If you want to retire, then retire. Want to die, then die. Why are you telling us all this?"

"This old man has said too much," Xie Qidao sneered. "Just because you are the last two people I will kill in this life, so I felt like talking more."

"If you kill us, don\'t think the rest of your life will be peaceful!" Sikong Qianluo said angrily.

"You want to say that one of you is the daughter of the Spear Immortal and the other is the disciple of the Wine Immortal, so if I kill you, Sikong Changfeng and Baili Dongjun will never let me go?" Xie Qidao stepped forward. "I have killed many people over the years and came to understand one thing. Only when a person is afraid will they use others to threaten their opponent."

Sikong Qianluo was taken aback. Since she was born, she had hated the four words "daughter of Spear Immortal" the most, because she’d always believed that she would be able to wander the martial world on her own without relying on her father\'s glory. She was her own self and Sikong Changfeng was Sikong Changfeng. But just as Xie Qidao said, she was indeed terrified at this moment! At this moment, she thought that if Sikong Changfeng were here standing in front of her, then who under Heaven would dare hurt her?

Xie Qidao had already slashed his sabre in a strike. Tang Lian jumped, and his fingertip blade collided with the sabre.

One was a three-foot long sabre, and the other was an inch-long thin blade!

Xie Qidao laughed loudly, and the long sabre in his hand waved again and again, pressing down with a pressure that could topple a mountain and overturn the sea. Tang Lian was forced to retreat frantically, and a soft crack sounded from the fingertip blade. It would not hold out for much longer. Meanwhile, Sikong Qianluo was still in a daze, and he couldn\'t help but yell at her, "Qianluo!"

Sikong Qianluo finally came back to her senses. Her first reaction in her mind was to turn back and look at Xiao Se.

However, Xiao Se just happened to be looking at her at the same time.

Ye Ruoyi noticed their eyes and suddenly said, "She’s a really good girl."

"Yes," Xiao Se answered simply.

Sikong Qianluo looked at Xiao Se in the distance, and thought in her heart: Today, my father can\'t be here in front of me, but I can stand in front of him!

The fear in her heart dissipated in an instant. Sikong Qianluo grasped the length of her Silver Moon spear fiercely, roared out loud and lunged at Xie Qidao, who had been pressing Tang Lian into retreat.

The spear screamed out loud. The clouds rolled.