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Chapter 339 Sword Heart Wujie

"You said you wanted to emulate your shifu and use seven sabre moves to kill." Lei Wujie took a flying leap towards Xie Jiucheng and thrust his sword at his chest. "You think you can kill me in seven moves?"

"Maybe not, but I’d love to try." Xie Jiucheng smirked and drew his sabre before him.

Lei Wujie used his heart to control his sword. Even though he closed his eyes, his every sword move was swift and decisive. In his eyes, at this moment, he and Xie Jiucheng were alone on a vast and empty ice sheet and there was nothing else in the world besides their one sabre and one sword.

The sabre came, the sword rose.

In an instant, Lei Wujie withdrew his sword. His red clothes fluttered and the corner of his mouth raised in a smirk. "You’ve already used the eighth sabre."

Xie Jiucheng lowered his head and looked at the cuffs of his sleeves that had been slightly torn. "Excellent." He raised his sabre and ran it across his own arm. Blood welled up immediately and dyed the blade red.

Lei Wujie looked at him quietly. He had heard of such swordsmen who used their own blood as an offering to their blade. When their blood came into contact with the blade, their murderous intent would become stronger.

But, so what?

Lei Wujie attacked with another sword.

He used the Sword Heart formula to control the sword.

But, the sword move was imparted by the Lei Clan.

Sudden Thunderclap!

Xie Jiucheng raised his sabre and charged. His shirt was blown to shreds but he didn’t seem to notice it. He revealed a sinister smile, a smile that a killer would have when their prey was about to die.

Hidden River Xie House’s ultimate sabre technique, killing god.

Xie Jiucheng\'s sabre slashed down violently, nearly beheading Lei Wujie.

Lei Wujie snapped open his eyes, the Heart sword screeching, but he had a small smile on his face. He lifted his sword and easily blocked the overbearing power of the killing god sabre.

"My sister once had a sword move. She wanted to enter the river-impeding realm without passion, but she was always obstructed by her passion. The name of the sword was passion, and with it, she broke the killing god sabre." Lei Wujie pointed his sword at Xie Jiucheng. "I will give you the same sword."

Li Hanyi cultivated the Mountains and Rivers Sword Realm, and the highest realm required her heart to be as still as stagnant water, but she couldn’t do it. Afterwards, she converted her river-impeding realm into one of passion, and almost entered the Spirit Wandering Profound Realm.

A sword of passion!

Xie Jiucheng could only dodge the tip of the sword, retreating hurriedly. Considering the swordsmanship of the youth before him, the only ones in Hidden River who could guarantee a definitive victory were the Patriarch and Su Muyu. He could possibly fight to a draw, but there was still a capable opponent like Dugu Gudu on their side. He definitely wouldn’t get away easily. He stepped back to his original spot, before tipping his toes and flashed to the eaves.

Lei Wujie withdrew his sword, panting lightly, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Don’t let him escape!" Dugu Gudu shouted.

Wu Daidai immediately raised her bow and arrow, but Xie Jiucheng slashed his sabre and knocked her off.

"Are you from the Hidden River?" A cold voice suddenly spoke up.

Xie Jiucheng was shocked that someone managed to appear so quietly without his notice. He turned his head and saw an extremely beautiful woman standing there.

The woman was extremely beautiful, but her eyes were filled with hatred.

"Who?" Xie Jiucheng took a small step back.

"Everyone from Hidden River must die!" The woman shouted angrily, drew two swords from her sleeves, and attacked at Xie Jiucheng.

Xie Jiucheng swung his sabre, but the woman lifted her leg, and another thin blade flew out.

Three-Bladed Style, no rest until death!

Lei Wujie drew his sword and flashed towards them, but Xie Jiucheng immediately withdrew his sabre and deliberately received one of the woman’s blades on his shoulder. Xie Jiucheng retreated backwards, but the woman was relentless. He met her eyes.

"Go back and tell the Hidden River Patriarch that my name is Tiannü Rui, and I will kill you all," Tiannü Rui snarled.

Xie Jiucheng continued to smile. "We look forward to your grace!" He pushed Tiannü Rui aside with one palm, landed on the ground and quickly swept away.

"Damn it! He escaped," Lei Wujie cursed angrily.

Dugu Gudu had also caught up and he sighed. "I didn\'t expect to meet such a terrifying killer. Much thanks to Lei-xiongdi. Otherwise, the three of us would have gone to join lao-Jiu today."

"Dugu-dage’s martial arts are not bad either." Lei Wujie turned his head and looked at Tiannü Rui. "Why is Rui-jiejie the only one here? Where’s Qianluo-shijie?"

Tiannü Rui shook her head. "I don\'t know. She seemed to have been given another task."

Grand Preceptor Residence.

It was already late at night.

Grand Preceptor Dong had just walked out of his study. Now that the Emperor was seriously ill, as the regent of state, he had to work much harder compared to when he was Grand Preceptor. He had been leaving his study very late every night.

The house steward came forward hurriedly to help him. "Old Master, you’re staying up so late again tonight. Madam and the young master have been scolding me every day. Old Master, please take care of yourself too."

"The country is on the verge of collapse. Could I simply watch from the side without giving a hand?" Grand Preceptor Dong sighed.

The house steward was stunned for a moment. "Is the situation really that serious, Old Master?"

Grand Preceptor Dong sighed again. "His Majesty is critically ill. The princes are vying for power, the entire imperial court is filled with ambitious ministers, and Nanjue are watching us like prey from the south. The situation could not be worse."

The house steward shook his head and held the Grand Preceptor’s arm as they walked ahead. "But we’re not the only regent of state. That Lanyue Marquis…"

"It\'s not that Lanyue Marquis doesn’t want to govern, but his status is a little special and he doesn’t want to attract suspicion and jealousy." Grand Preceptor Dong walked a few more steps before he stopped suddenly. "We have a distinguished guest?"

Somehow, a man in black had appeared in the courtyard. He held an oil paper umbrella in his hand as he stood there quietly.

"Grand Preceptor." The man bowed his head slightly.

The house steward was shocked. The Grand Preceptor Residence was heavily guarded. How could a stranger trespass on the property just like that? What\'s more, there was a sense of chilling fear about this person. "Guards? Where are the guards! How could someone just break in? Men! Men!"

Grand Preceptor Dong shook his head. "Don\'t shout anymore. Since this person is standing here, he must have already taken care of the guards."

"I only knocked them out. Grand Preceptor Dong is a mentor of the imperial court. We dare not cause any disrespect. All your family members in the Residence are also safe and in good health. Please rest assured," the man in black spoke politely and in a refined manner.

Grand Preceptor Dong nodded. "Thank you, sir. However, I’ve been a court official for decades. Besides the guards in the Residence, I will naturally have undercover bodyguards for emergencies. Otherwise, how could I have survived until now?"

"That person was indeed a martial expert. In the martial world, he would have been an expert in the Unfettered Heavenly Realm. So, I couldn’t go easy on him. I could only kill him." The man in black walked forward slowly, and the house steward and Grand Preceptor Dong could finally see him clearly. The man in black was already covered in blood.

Now, even Grand Preceptor Dong couldn\'t help becoming alarmed. "How dare you…"

"Grand Preceptor, my apologies." The man in black stabbed his umbrella into the ground and waved a light hand. A thin sword flew out of the umbrella’s handle and with a light flick of his hand, the thin sword flew straight towards Grand Preceptor Dong.

This move was very straightforward and simple, but it was more than enough to kill an old man like Grand Preceptor Dong.

The house steward suddenly stepped forward and with a light push of his hand, he deflected the thin sword out of the way.

The man in black caught his thin sword, mildly surprised. "So this is your real undercover bodyguard."

The house steward no longer had that deferential look and his eyes gleamed as sharp as an eagle’s. "You are from the Hidden River."