The Dragon Warrior Pair
DWP 68: Battle of the Nine Dragons II Palace
“As usual you two can make me tickle in awe.” Yan Kang praised Murong Qiaomi's swordplay, as well as Murong Liuyu who was fighting fiercely against the great swordsman of the Single Sword Mountain.
Murong Qiaomi did not care much about Yan Kang's praise. Maybe long ago when she was a girl, Yan Kang's praise would make her crazy and make her face red. But the current praise from Yan Kang considered Murong Qiaomi to be the last wind.
Murong Qiaomi took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment to concentrate fully. “Breath Arts Flowers : Peaches Flour..” The movements of Murong Qiaomi flowed gently.
“Ten years, twenty years, maybe twenty years I want to see this beauty. You're getting beautiful, Mi.” Yan Kang smiled in astonishment even though he himself released a huge murderous aura.
Murong Qiaomi opened his eyes and glared sharply at the cold stare of the man who made him feel so angry, “Women are flowers. You who are cloudy heart and move based on lust will not understand the beauty of the flower when it blooms.”
Murong Qiaomi played his sword with a gleam, yet each of his slashes were extremely powerful. Murong Qiaomi continued to lash out attacks, while Yan Kang greeted him with a shrunken face, his forehead appearing veins holding in anger as Murong Qiaomi looked down on him.
“Looks like I have to cripple your meridian points, in order for you to be my life companion, Mi.” Yan Kang did not show his authority. Although he was the Chief of the Single Sword Mountain but his nature and behavior was no more the same as that of a black flow swordsman, even more rotten than that of a black stream.
Murong Qiaomi who heard it only smiled faintly and welcomed Yan Kang's deadly sword slash.
The two began to clash their knowledge, Murong Qiaomi did not lower his guard in the slightest when facing Yan Kang. Seeing Yan Kang playing his sword was quite brutal, it already showed that the man who was fighting against him would not hesitate to injure a woman.
Yan Kang's blade was gold-colored after exchanging attacks of over thirty strikes with Murong Qiaomi. A cynical smile adorned the face of Yan Kang who was beginning to wrinkle.
“Single Sword Style: Lion King Swallows Flowers!”
The roar of the lion sounded along with Yan Kang's sword slash that was filled with sword energy. Murong Qiaomi did not stay silent to see the attack that Yan Kang had unleashed.
Murong Qiaomi quickly flowed his sword blade with his aura and inner power, slowly his blade was purple.
“Peach Flower Sword Line : Cloud Splitting Fairy!”
Yan Kang released a murderous aura greater than before, “I'll show you if you deserve to submit to me, Mi-”!
“You've already incited the devil, Brother Yan! Subjugate me? Not that easy, I'm here to show you if Peach Flower Palace and Moon Snow Island are true white flow role models!” Immediately a purple aura coated Murong Qiaomi's body and formed a protector.
In the time when Murong Qiaomi and Yan Kang fought with all their abilities in this battle. Not far from the location of the wilderness filled with black trees saw Hua Ying and Chi Rong fight two great warriors and five holy warriors from the Single Sword Mountain.
Chi Rong used the swordsmanship of the Peach Flower Palace to keep the people around her at a distance.
“Saudari Chi, how long have we not seen each other? You're still alone, aren't you? What if you—”
“Stop your bullshit! My entire life, I will not be able to side by side with the people from the Single Sword Mountain!” Chi Rong released her body aura. Immediately Chi Rong injured her palm until it bled. Instantly the sword that the woman was holding glowed a bright white color.
“The Sword of the Holy Soul is a Heavenly Heirloom. Only a virgin holy woman can wield the sword of legend.” The man who was dealing with Chi Rong was the Sword Elder of the Single Sword Mountain named Yan Fengrui.
Furious as Chi Rong did not answer every single one of her words, Yan Fengrui finally released his bodily aura and started flowing it into his sword blade until the aura solidified.
“I will not hesitate against you, Sister Chi! Let's prove the strongest swordsmanship between Peach Flower Palace and Single Sword Mountain!” Yan Fengerui moved at high speed towards the Chi Rong sword slash which formed a purple-colored slash and around it was surrounded by flowers formed from the aura.
“Single Sword Style: Volcano Splitter!”
When the two slashes clashed against each other, the holy swordsman or swordsman who was below the second stage immediately crashed. Everyone who was around Chi Rong and Yan Fengrui had difficulty moving because the murderous aura and sword energy from both felt gripping and terrifying.
The two again exchanged attacks, their moves for the sake of their moves to prove the prowess of the person who served as the Sword Elder. Self-esteem was at stake in this fight, both his own pride and the pride of their respective sects.
Chi Rong slashed her sword faster than before, her swordplay became aggressive even though it was not as aggressive as Ye Xiaoya.
“I admit your abilities are indeed great, Elder of the Flower Sword, but your abilities are still far below mine!” Yan Fengrui laughed sinisterly as he continued to welcome and reply to Chi Rong's attacks.
“More powerful than me? Hmm, I don't think there are strong people who claim to be strong, there are no beautiful people who claim to be beautiful and no handsome people who claim to be handsome. As an Elder of the Flower Sword, I have always been taught to be humble, not boastful.” Chi Rong replied with a joking tone and giggling laughter that made Yan Fengrui's forehead wrinkle.
“It looks like your mouth should be sewn after I cut it off with my sword!” Yan Fengrui unleashed a huge murderous aura and played his sword agilely, “Single Sword Steps: Tiger Reaches the Sky!”
Yan Fengrui used a sword style that required a great amount of inner strength. Seeing his opponent start fighting with all his might, Chi Rong also countered Yan Fengerui's attack with her calm yet powerful swordplay.
“Peach Flower Sword Style: Fairy Flower Falling!”
Chi Rong's fight against Yan Fengrui was so electrifying, not far from the location of the battle the two of them saw Hua Ying colliding blows with the great swordsman of the Single Sword Mountain.
“Not bad also your punch, hmmm, what's your name?” Hua Ying put on a thoughtful cute face and made the great swordsman of the Single Sword Mountain named Yan Zhang frown.
“Saudari Hua! Don't pretend to be a woman!” Yan Zhang released his red-colored body aura to form a hundred red-colored swords.
Hua Ying clenched her teeth, “What do you mean by that?!” The woman with the tied hair did the same with Yan Zhang.
Then the two began to exchange attacks using the ability to control the body aura proficiently. Neither Hua Ying nor Yan Zhang, both of them were equally great at controlling the aura of their respective bodies.
Not too far away from the location where the Three Pillars of the Peach Flower Palace fought against the Three Pillars of the Single Sword Mountain, there were two people namely Jing Yang and Ye Xiaoya who made hundreds of white warriors keep their distance from the two.
Jing Yang and Ye Xiaoya were surrounded from all directions, but Ye Xiaoya's brutal swordplay and the pitch-black aura surrounding Jing Yang's body made everyone think twice about going up against the two teachers and disciples who were fighting together.
The great swordsman and holy swordsman of the Fire Dragon Palace were interested in fighting Ye Xiaoya and Jing Yang. Seeing that the two were fighting fiercely against the swordsman from the Single Sword Mountain, the two warriors who were moving at high speed were intent on attacking the two from behind.