71: Chapter 71 Has Ximen Chuixue been defeated?

"Sir, who do you think will win?"

Sikong Qianluo looked at the two people on the platform, her eyes full of curiosity.

Su Rui answered without hesitation upon hearing this: "Ximen Chuixue will win."

"Although Ximen Chuixue is indeed very strong, Shi Feixuan is the successor of the Quiet Temple of Compassion. It is said that the 'Compassionate Sword Canon' she inherited ranks among the Four Great Marvelous Books of the Great Tang, containing many profound and mysterious martial arts."

Yin Luoxia stroked the snow rainbow silk in her hand as she spoke slowly, her tone carrying a hint of interest.

"What do you think?"

This time, Su Rui did not continue to express his opinion, but turned his gaze to Li Hanyi beside him.

Li Hanyi was daydreaming absentmindedly and only snapped back to attention when asked, a trace of confusion still lingering in her eyes.

It was Sikong Qianluo who reminded her softly, and then she understood that Su Rui was asking who would win.

"Ximen Chuixue's attainment in the Way of the Sword has reached the pinnacle. His Ruthless Sword Dao possesses immense destructive power, and his understanding of the sword has reached the extreme.

But Shi Feixuan is still too young and has not truly forged her own path of the sword."

Li Hanyi seriously expressed her view.

Su Rui nodded slightly.

"In terms of talent, Shi Feixuan is second to none, but her focus is not entirely on the sword. Her Master and the elders of her sect do not expect her to become a pure swordsman."

Hearing this, all the women showed expressions of regret.

At this moment, Ximen Chuixue on the platform quietly looked at Shi Feixuan opposite him, his expression as calm as water.

"I have experienced Your Excellency's swordsmanship; you have also walked a path of your own.

Why don't we compare whose Sword Intent is superior?"

Ximen Chuixue was slightly stunned, looked at her deeply, and then nodded in agreement.

Since it was a debate of the sword, he never retreated.

So the two stood side by side, each resting a hand on the hilt of their sword, but they delayed drawing them, instead quietly accumulating their sword momentum.

In the stands, ordinary people only saw the two standing still, not knowing what they were doing.

They had expected a magnificent duel, but the two seemed to be staring blankly at each other.

However, those with profound cultivation had already seen the clue—they were engaging in a silent contest.

Shi Feixuan's sword was just like her character.

Although the Quiet Temple of Compassion was not as noble and sacred as rumored, she herself truly cared for the world and was compassionate.

She appeared detached from the mundane world, but in reality, she was always concerned about all living beings, taking the protection of the common people as her duty.

And Ximen Chuixue's sword was just like him.

Cold, aloof, and ruthless.

In his eyes, it seemed there was nothing besides the Way of the Sword.

If the person is ruthless, the sword is also ruthless.

Although in terms of the level of Concept, Shi Feixuan had the upper hand, she had not yet truly mastered this Realm.

Whereas Ximen Chuixue had completely merged himself into the Way of the Sword.

Soon, Shi Feixuan's expression slightly changed.

She felt Ximen Chuixue's cold and ruthless Sword Intent pressing down bit by bit, and her own Sword Intent was being suppressed and forced back repeatedly.

Her face was full of shock; she clearly hadn't expected the situation to turn out this way.

The crowd in the stands also gradually sensed something unusual.

Many Sword Cultivators could already see that the Sword Qi emanating from the two was approaching the nascent form of Sword Intent.

Once they achieved Epiphany, they could step into the ranks of peak experts.

This was the Realm countless Sword Cultivators dreamed of.

Wasn't this exactly the case for Li Hanyi? Once she mastered Sword Intent, her strength advanced by leaps and bounds, crushing opponents in almost every battle.

"What do you think now?"

Su Rui turned to look at Li Hanyi beside him.

"I can win."

She only spoke three words, but they carried an unshakable confidence.

Su Rui nodded in satisfaction.

Possessing such firm belief was the Foundation of her path of the sword.

At this moment, on the platform, Shi Feixuan was finally forced to draw her sword first, the sword light surging like a mighty river, sweeping straight toward Ximen Chuixue.

And Ximen Chuixue on the opposite side finally unsheathed his sword, thrusting out a simple strike that seemed plain but pierced through countless sword shadows.

The two passed by each other and stood back to back.

Ximen Chuixue's white robe was covered with fine holes, and blood seeped from the wounds, dyeing the garment scarlet.

The onlookers were all shocked.

Could it be that Ximen Chuixue was defeated?

Everyone's gaze fell on Shi Feixuan, but she was still standing upright, her long sword still in hand, seemingly unharmed.

She maintained the posture of drawing her sword, as if victory was already decided.

But just then, the blood-soaked Ximen Chuixue sheathed his sword and walked slowly toward the edge of the platform.

However, Shi Feixuan, who had been imposing, suddenly loosened her grip, her long sword clattering to the ground, and her whole body slumped down with it.

This scene caused an uproar throughout the venue.

No one dared to believe it—Shi Feixuan actually lost?

What on earth happened?

Two female Disciples from the Ascending Heaven Pavilion immediately leaped onto the platform to check Shi Feixuan's condition.

Although she still had breath, there were no external wounds, and the problem could not be seen at all.

The news reached Baili Dongjun, and he rushed to the scene immediately.

"It's an injury from Sword Intent!" Baili Dongjun understood the crux of the matter with just one glance.

"Is there a way to save her?" Wanwan asked anxiously.

Xu Weixiong, who was nearby, also hurried over, looking worried.

When the crowd heard this, they all looked toward Ximen Chuixue.

"My Sword Intent, once unleashed, cannot be recalled."

His tone was indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

Everyone sighed after hearing this, looking at the unconscious Shi Feixuan, helpless.

"To resolve this Sword Intent, a stronger Sword Intent must suppress it!" Baili Dongjun explained.

He himself cultivated a form of Sword Intent, and although his Concept was slightly superior, his purity was still slightly inferior to Ximen Chuixue's.

After all, he loved wine more than the sword.

It wasn't that he couldn't save Shi Feixuan, but he needed some time.

Xu Weixiong pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned and looked toward Su Rui.

Baili Dongjun slapped his forehead upon seeing this, suddenly enlightened.

Right, there is still a Master here!

He immediately ordered the two female Disciples to help Shi Feixuan up and walk toward Su Rui.

This scene also attracted the attention of Sikong Qianluo and the others.

After all, they were acquaintances of Shi Feixuan, and moreover, she had personally visited to seek guidance.

"Please, Teacher, step in and save her!" Xu Weixiong pleaded.

"Please, Sir, lend a hand!" Baili Dongjun also cupped his hands in request.

Su Rui did not decline. A glance at Shi Feixuan told him the cause of the problem.

"Hanyi, you do it."

Li Hanyi stepped forward upon hearing this, looked at Shi Feixuan, and then released her own Sword Intent.

The Aura was sharp as a blade, causing everyone to involuntarily hold their breath.

She used her sword tip to point at several vital points on Shi Feixuan, then retreated behind Su Rui.

Baili Dongjun felt the Sword Intent within Shi Feixuan gradually dissipating, and he was deeply shocked.

At this moment, Shi Feixuan was struggling against that fierce and ruthless Sword Intent in the depths of her consciousness.

That Sword Intent was originally skilled at slaughter; now invading her mind, it almost caused her to collapse.

Just as she was about to fail to hold on, a more powerful Sword Intent pierced through the air like thunder, completely crushing that ruthless Sword Intent.

Shi Feixuan slowly opened her eyes, and Xu Weixiong's soft explanation reached her ears.

She turned to look at Li Hanyi, her eyes full of gratitude.

But Li Hanyi did not return her gaze, merely staring quietly at Su Rui.

"Thank you for your help."

Baili Dongjun breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Snow Moon City did not fear the Quiet Temple of Compassion, an incident in the martial arts arena would ultimately be hard to explain.

If Shi Feixuan suffered from the torment of the Sword Intent for too long, damaging her Foundation, the Quiet Temple of Compassion would certainly not let the matter rest.

Thus, Baili Dongjun specially arranged for people to help her sit down to the side to recuperate peacefully.

A moment later, Sikong Changfeng announced loudly:

"The fourth match, Su Ziyi versus Mu Liangyue!"

As soon as his voice fell, the attention of the crowd was drawn back to the platform.

The confrontation between Ximen Chuixue and Shi Feixuan, though extremely perilous, was no less spectacular than any previous match.

It was just that most people couldn't quite understand it.

The two merely stood facing each other, then drew their swords and passed by one another.

The scene was not grand, nor did it have the Qi that made the crowd's blood boil.

Compared to the Thousand Ice Strikes displayed by Sikong Qianluo earlier, this scene clearly failed to arouse the interest of the majority.

Su Ziyi gently stroked the yuchang sword bestowed upon her by Su Rui,

her eyes full of fondness, almost reluctant to put it down.

After hearing Sikong Changfeng's announcement, her gaze sharpened, falling upon Mu Liangyue.

"Teacher, may I use the yuchang sword?"

"Of course. These weapons were given to you precisely so you could use them.

But remember, in a match between fellow Disciples, stop when you have made your point.

Whoever strikes too heavily will face punishment from your Master when we return!"

Ji Ruofeng, standing nearby, his eyes lit up.

He had been wondering how to judge the quality of the divine Sharp Weapons Su Rui had produced.

Now, being able to witness their practical effects in combat served as a standard for measurement.

Although the list was named the "hundred weapons ranking," if the person wielding the sword was outstanding enough, the weapon would naturally rank among the top.

Mu Liangyue also took out a wooden box, her eyebrows slightly raised, and looked towards Su Ziyi.

Although the Dark River was a killer organization formed by several families working together,

the Su Family and the Mu Family were core branches within it.

But while there was cooperation, there was also covert rivalry.

The contest between Mu Liangyue and the Su Sisters had never stopped since childhood.

In the past, she always ended up at a disadvantage,

until she learned the Fire Charm Technique from Su Rui, which allowed her to draw even.

But subsequently, the Su Sisters also formally entered as Disciples,

and the struggle among the three resumed.

Each wanted to suppress the other,

but neither dared to go too far.

They especially dared not compete privately,

fearing they might displease their Master,

and being expelled from the sect would be a loss outweighing the gain.

Having an open match now was actually a good opportunity.

The yuchang sword was long renowned,

it was no exaggeration to call it the Sharp Weapon craved by assassins.

As for the "Da Geng Sword Formation" used by Mu Liangyue, Su Ziyi had never heard of it before.

But since it was called a "Sword Formation," it should belong to the Formation category.

She speculated that perhaps the Teacher had specially taught it to Mu Liangyue because she was adept at the Butterfly Dream Formation.

She was already familiar with the Butterfly Dream Formation,

and with the Ascending Immortal Steps of Unrestrained Will mastered now, Formations had little impact on her.

But Mu Liangyue, holding the wooden box filled with small swords, still looked confident.

"Junior Sister Su, it's not too late to surrender now and save yourself some trouble!"

"Mu Liangyue, who is your Junior Sister?"

Su Hongxi and Su Ziyi both frowned, looking displeased.

"I entered one day before you, so naturally, I am the Senior Sister."

Mu Liangyue declared righteously.

"Whoever wins will be the Senior Sister!"

Su Ziyi snorted coldly, turned, bowed to Su Rui, and leaped onto the dueling stage first.

She decided to teach this conceited opponent a good lesson.

Mu Liangyue also bowed respectfully and leaped onto the stage right after her.