Soaring of Galaxia

Chapter 168 Winning Against the Sword with the Sword

When Number Eight saw the grandness and dignified manner of Qin Wushuang, he did not fear. Instead, he opened his palm, and a longsword in the color of the limpid autumn water appeared. As he pointed it forward three times, three waves of sharp flowery sword intent penetrated through the sky, Qin Wushuang’s attack, and all the way to his naked body.

This three-sword blossom was drawn beautifully. With its unusual angle and techniques, it had broken through the airflow created by the sky that was full of whip attacks. It was enough to show that this person had much accomplishment over sword techniques.

Of course, Qin Wushuang would not get hit by these three sword blossoms. He shook the snake shaped whip violently, and like a ferocious beast, it instantly devoured these three attacks. Next, with the sweeping of the whip, the attack vanished without a trace.

"Using a sword?" Qin Wushuang landed on the ground with the tip of the feet and took a few steps back. He put away the snake shaped whip and hid it on his waist. Suddenly, his hand went behind his back and pulled out the Violet Sun sword.

"This sword is named Violet Sun, and I just got it today. I will use you to test my sword, how about it?" Qin Wushuang said with a cold tone and held the Violet Sun sword in his hand. Vividly, he revealed a temperament of a grandmaster.

Qin Wushuang had excelled in many different types of sword techniques in his former world. However, in this world, despite coming to the realization, it was the first time he was going to use it on an enemy.

However, this first time was the first time for a newbie.

One man with a sword, as if having a long-cherished wish from ancient times, and as if they were meant to reconnect with each other, sword techniques kept coming back to Qin Wushuang.

Countless elite and powerful sword techniques kept flowing into his mind.

<Lone Nine Sword>, < Tai-Chi Sword>, < Dharma Sword>...

When Number Eight saw Qin Wushuang was being boastful and dared to use the sword he got today to fight him, he couldn’t help but feel irritated. Since the first time he had started this battle, the other party had completely taken the upper hand over temperament.

Now, he had not followed the trend and attacked more. Instead, he had changed his weapon. To him, it was a good thing. Immediately he sneered: "To use the sword you just got today to fight against the enemy, you have extraordinary confidence."

"Haha, it’s not me having strong confidence, but because my opponent is too weak."

As soon as Qin Wushuang’s laughter had dropped, suddenly he shot out a messy sword attack. At most, this attack could only be considered average and had none of the sword attainment.

However, Number Eight was incredibly surprised by this messy sword attack. The airflow shooting out from the tip of the sword was like a heatwave. Before it arrived in front of him, he already felt a wave of unbearable heat coming to his face.

This sword was a probing attack from Qin Wushuang. It combined the creative concept of "formlessness." On the surface, it seemed of nothing. Behind it, it hid many possibilities of variables.

If the opponent took this move, then waves of rolling moves would come thick and fast. He would not have any time to react and to withdraw.

Only, that Number Eight had sharp senses. He knew that Qin Wushuang’s sword attack was abnormal and tricky. He did not meet it head-on, instead, he took a few steps back. Next, he shook his sword and rushed towards him with a body like a swimming dragon. High up in the sky, he continued to shoot out waves of sword attacks towards Qin Wushuang’s fatal parts.

"Humph!" Number Eight gave a cold sneer, and each time he did not stop to speak with each attack, "I have already defeated more than ten Upper Sky with this sword. You, will not be an exception!"

As he said, he flashed with his body without a moment of stopping. Combined with his body movements, the speed, and his peerless sword attack made the audience unable to see clearly how he had sent out sword attack.

Seeing his posture, Qin Wushuang knew he was planning to win with speed and with a swift sword!

"Using speed?" Inwardly, Qin Wushuang smiled, "Since I started this training path, who had I lost to when competing in speed? It seemed that this guy is proud of his speed, then I will defeat him on this aspect!"

Qin Wushuang did not act sloppy. With the Violet Sun sword in hand, he was not in a rush to attack. Instead, he kept circling with that Number Eight. He followed his attack pattern and kept changing his steps.

Regarding pure speed, the "Virtuous Cloud Steps" did not appear astonishing. However, over the small area movements and variability, it was full of strangeness.

Such strangeness made Qin Wushuang appear like a ghost over the speed and incapable of predictions. This way, those audience watching the show could not help but emerge signs.

Despite the rapid speed from Number Eight’s sword attack, Number Six moved even quicker. Not only quick, but strange to the extent in which they could not predict his next steps.

"This strange dude, where did he come from?" After a moment of attack, Number Eight also felt somewhat irritated. Before, he had fought with many Upper Sky disciples. However, not once he had met someone as difficult as this one before him.

When he attacked, he revealed temperament and a grand imposing manner like a crazy tiger. During the defense, not once could he find any gaps.

Such elite warrior should be famous in the younger generation in the Stargaze Palace. How come he had never heard about such demonic figure before?

Could it be, this guy was an Upper Sky disciple who had just emerged recently?

Outside the camp, Wei Yi still appeared calm and collected. However, the shock inside his head was much more than before. He never expected that this newly risen young Little Brother displayed such experience. Regardless of body movements, combat experience, he did not seem like a beginner. There weren’t any signs of immaturity. There were only experience and a light-weighted temperament.

"Brother Wei." Suddenly, Zhou Fu’s voice sounded.

"Little Zhou, another gratification?" Wei Yi asked with a smile.

"I would like to take back to what I said before." In between her brows, Zhou Fu carried a few traces of happiness.

"Oh? You have spoken many words today, I wonder which one?"

"Just that one where we talked who would have the victory and when I said that you had good foresight." Zhou Fu smiled.

"Eh?" Wei Yi could not help but restrain a laugh, "Could it be that you had some new insights?"

"I believe that you have already seen it too. That Number Eight would lose for sure." When Zhou Fu said these words, she paused for a moment deliberately. A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Wei Yi as if she wanted to observe his expression for hearing these words.

However, Wei Yi smiled lightly: "Upper Sky battles experience substantial and rapid changes. Most likely, it’s too soon to make a call"

In fact, how could Wei Yi not see through Number Eight’s situation? From the surface, he appeared to have taken the upper hand and was attacking offensively. However, he could not find any flaws in the opponent’s body movements. If it continued like this where the attack could not achieve any result, he would surely become agitated. If he could not suppress his agitation, he would lose the fluidity of his sword attacks and create openings for the opponent to sneak in!

Naturally, Zhou Fu could see through this point. Regarding strength or eyesight, Wei Yi was much better than Zhou Fu. Of course, it was impossible for him not be able to know this fact.

Indeed, after failing to take him down, that Number Eight already exhibited some changes in his mood. He urged the Spiritual Qi again. Dancing with the long robe, suddenly he changed his pattern again.

He got even faster. In a moment, shadows of figures were constantly lashing out and emerged layers of imperfect images. It was as if in an instant; this Number Eight had created a dozen and even hundreds of shadow clones to encircle Qin Wushuang.

The warp and weaving of the sword light penetrated the sky with sounds of "Bangs and Booms".

Now, beneath the stage, everyone held their breath. They knew that when the battle had hit such a stalemate, it was not far from deciding the winner and loser.

Especially Yan Feng who clenched his fists tightly. He had already recognized Qin Wushuang the instant when he showed the Violet Sun sword. He had almost spit out a "nice" word. Fortunately, he restrained himself from losing self-control. However, he was already overjoyed.

"Qin...hold it!" Yan Feng pinched both of his palms tightly. That Number Eight had indeed shown fast sword attacks and his combination of body movements was flawless. If it were Pre-Sky Realm martial artists up there, most likely they would get killed instantly even if twenty of them had gone up.

It was too fast to the extent that even the observers could not see it. One could imagine the plight the person in there!

"Most likely, this Number Eight had reached an extent of "merging both human and sword." In his hand, this sword is no different than an arm. He wields it too fast and naturally."

Exclamations of admiration emerged from the crowd. Those people who had supported Qin Wushuang initially also could not help but develop some doubts. They all felt that under such rapid sword attacks, it was impossible for Number Six to escape unscathed!

However, how could these Pre-Sky Realm martial artists predict what was going on in the Upper Sky world?

In the world of Upper Sky, the impossible in their eyes was filled with possibility everywhere!

Qin Wushuang was content. This sword attack was fast. However, it was only at the skill level of the "Thunder Wind Blade." Comparing the speed, perhaps, it was quicker than the "Thunder Wind Blade." However, regarding the viciousness and killing intent, he could not surpass that Li Wuji!

Suddenly, Qin Wushuang arranged the Violet Sun Sword, and like a tornado, his body rolled up. The sword in his hand also followed to turn and created a wave of air capable of both offense and defense. Like a cannon, it shot over.

He had already seen through the sword intent from that Number Eight. Next, all the fast sword attacks from the opponent were only a diversionary tactic.

As long as he could evade the fatal attack, then the rest of the void sword only served to help increase the momentum.

Ding dong!

In a fast and outstanding speed, Qin Wushuang poked forward with the Violet Sun Sword.

This sword was precise, direct and without any mistakes, it endured the body of the sword.

Enduring the framework had made all the sword attacks meaningless. The crucial points of the fight had turned into a competition of Spiritual Qi.

Qin Wushuang urged three times and that Violet Sun sword emerged a buzzing cry of the sword. With a sound of "Ka La," the light on the body of the limpid autumn water like sword shimmered down. At the same time, a crack had appeared!

In the clash of swords, the Violet Sun sword had gained complete victory!

Qin Wushuang laughed: "I already experienced your sword techniques, now take my Middle Ranking sword!"

After he had finished speaking, he put away that Violet Sun sword. Both hands danced around, and the tip of the fingers pointed continuously as both thumbs shot down. Next, two waves of the "Young Shang" sword gushed out. Like two playful dragons, from left and right, it pierced through to the opponent carrying two vigorous sword intent.

That Number Eight had never expected that the tip of Qin Wushuang’s finger could send out sword attacks. Immediately, he wielded the sword in defense. However, this defense was only temporary.

With the completion of the movements, Qin Wushuang started lashing out considerably with the <Coagulated Sword>. The weaving of the sword intent kept shooting out with the dancing of the finger tips. Like the rain drops, different types of sword attacks fired over rapidly.

This bullet like sword momentum was not something the Number Eight could defend. After defending three or four times, one of the "Middle Rushing" momentum hit him on the shoulder and immediately, a giant hole appeared and blood gushed out!