Chapter 605: Dimension-reducing Blow
âWhat?â
Initially, Lin Ruohuan didnât notice the slight transformation in his surroundings. However, after hearing Tong Fengâs words, he realized that something wasnât right.
His surroundings were indeed undisturbed. There wasnât even the slightest fluctuation of the Way of the Heavens.
No matter how exquisite Haitangâerâs control was, the Cutting Path was still the Cutting Path. Even after transcending the Nine Death Thunder Calamity, the other party was just slightly stronger than him⊠Just slightly.
In terms of cultivation level, the two of them were at the same level.
However, with a sweep of his spiritual senses, Lin Ruohuan did not sense any fluctuation of the Way of the Heavens.
His thoughts became mixed suddenly, and a thought that should not have appeared arose. Did this person make a move?
âSuspected, Passive Points + 1.â
When Xu Xiaoshou saw that such a message had finally popped up in the Information Bar, he was not surprised. Instead, he was happy.
âItâs finally here.â
If he was not suspected, he might not even know how to operate it.
There were thousands of thoughts crossing his mind. But judging by his facial expressions, Xu Xiaoshou looked the least affected. He looked at the spiritual sword in Lin Ruohuanâs hand.
âAncient swordsman?â
âAh?â Lin Ruohuanâs thoughts were instantly interrupted. He was immediately pulled back to reality and hurriedly replied, âYes, I am a swordsman. Oh, no, no, Iâm not an ancient swordsmanâŠâ
The incoherent words caused Lin Ruohuanâs face to turn red.
He was a Spiritual Cultivator from the Cutting Path Cultivation Level who stood as cream of the crop.
However, facing the questioning from the man in front of him, he unconsciously became how he was as a young swordsman back then.
That was the nervous posture of meeting his teacher. No matter how well he grasped his own body, he would stutter.
âSpiritual swordsman?â
Xu Xiaoshou asked again. Without waiting for any response, he stretched out his hand. âLet me have a look.â
Tong Feng, who was at the side, looked at the very eye-catching palm that only had four fingers. He only glanced at it and didnât dare to look at it too long. He hurriedly averted his gaze.
Lin Ruohuan was a little overwhelmed by the favor.
If an ordinary person dared to ask a swordsman for a sword like this, it was undoubtedly asking, âGive me your life.â
But if it was the Eighth Sword Deity.
âHere.â
Lin Ruohuan immediately handed over the spiritual sword in his hand and said respectfully, âThis sword has accompanied me for a long time, from the sovereignâs throne to the Cutting Path Level. Itâs been more than twenty years⊠Oh, right, the swordâs name is âLan Jukeâ. Itâs modeled after yourâŠâ
He suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
The moment the word âyourâ left his mouth, Lin Ruohuan realized that something was wrong.
At this time, he clearly should not say too much.
Xu Xiaoshou took the spiritual sword.
This sword was water-blue in color and full of spiritual quality.
It was not a famed sword, but as soon as it entered his hand, it suddenly began to tremble violently and was about to leave his hand.
âHow dare you!â
Lin Ruohuan shouted, and Lan Juke instantly quieted down.
Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes and glanced at him, but didnât say anything.
âUhâŠâ
Lin Ruohuan, on the contrary, became uneasy and hurriedly explained, âItâs not like that. I usually treat it very well, and I wonât berate it like thisâŠâ
âNo worries.â
Xu Xiaoshou stroked the sword body with one hand, and the spiritual sword remained calm.
He was a bit embarrassed.
But Lin Ruohuan didnât notice this detail.
To be able to hear the Eighth Sword Deity softly say âNo worriesâ, there was nothing to be nervous about in this world anymore.
And for Lan Juke to be able to pass through the hands of the Eighth Sword Deity was even more of a supreme honor!
âLan JukeâŠâ
Xu Xiaoshou muttered softly, âWhat a good name.â
âNo, no, theyâre all imitations of your saber⊠Ugh!â
Lin Ruohuan gritted his teeth.
Didnât he just mention this earlier? Why did the words slip out of his mouth again?
Tong Feng, who was watching from the side, was astonished.
He had never seen Brother Lin be so humble.
Even when he was on a mission under Elder Wuyue, Lin Ruohuan wasnât like this.
But it made sense.
That time, they only had met from afar, and no one had talked to each other.
But this time, he had a face-to-face conversation with the Eighth Sword Deity in such an adjacent state.
Tong Feng suddenly felt envious.
He knew about the legend of the Eighth Sword Deity. Putting aside the opposing standpoints, he also had infinite respect for this person.
At this moment, he regretted not learning the sword when he was a child seeing the two of them in such a state. He was unable to understand the surging emotions of those swordsmen.
Thinking about it, tonight will probably be a sleepless nightâŠ
âSword cognition?â
While he was thinking, Lin Ruohuan suddenly let out a high-decibel exclamation.
Tong Feng was surprised and hurriedly turned his head to look.
However, under the gaze of the Eighth Sword Deity in front of him, Lan Juke suddenly trembled.
There were wisps of steam rising from it.
âSword cognition!â
Tong Feng was shocked.
Did such a miraculous sword observation happen in front of him?
He couldnât help but secretly take a few more glances at it.
âSword Observation TechniqueâŠâ
The Eighth Sword Deity in front of him didnât make any big movements and only focused his eyes as a small detail.
However, Lan Juke seemed to have stimulated his infinite potential. Not only was he trembling, but the luster on his surface was also becoming richer and richer in spiritual quality over time.
Tong Feng knew that the power of the Sword Observation Technique lay in the fact that both the observer and the observed could be strengthened with the cultivation of sword cognition.
At the same time, this was also the only supreme technique in the world that could raise the grade of the spiritual sword without the tempering of an iron weapon!
Lin Ruohuan was so excited that he was trembling. His face was ruddy, and he was panting heavily.
He knew that experts had their own goals and opponents, and they would not attack juniors easily.
But he also never expected that the Eighth Sword Deity would be so kind to a swordsman!
They were still enemiesâŠ
He was helping him raise the grade of his spiritual sword?!
âIâŠâ
Lin Ruohuan was somewhat incoherent.
He wanted to say a word of thanks, but his stance made him unable to say it out loud.
On the other hand, the Eighth Sword DeityâŠ
The other party didnât seem to have this level of concern at all. When the sword observation ended, he gently flicked his finger.
âHum ââ
The spiritual sword jumped and groaned, finally giving a response.
Xu Xiaoshou heaved a sigh of relief in his heart at the same time.
Lin Ruohuan also felt a little ashamed of his form.
This was the difference between the structure and the bearing!
âLan Juke, youâre indeed not bad.â
Xu Xiaoshou sheathed his sword and handed it over.
He was no longer that ignorant young swordsman at that time.
In fact, from Lin Ruohuanâs words just now, he could tell that the person in front of him worshipped the true Eighth Sword Deity. He immediately smiled and said, âI once had a sword too. Its name is very similar to Lan Juke. Itâs calledâŠâ
âQingju (sword)!â
Lin Ruohuan was very excited to answer first.
âBazhunâan who is higher than the heavens, no one is worthy enough to have half of Qingju (sword).â
âThis sword and this sword name of mine were all inspired by your Qingju (Sword).â
âOf course, I donât dare to call it âLan Juâ directly, so I added an extra âKeâ, seniorâŠâ
âVery presumptuous of me, senior, please forgive me!â
Lin Ruohuan gripped the spiritual sword that had returned to his hand tightly. He felt that this sword was more than twice as heavy as before, and he was already a little careless with his words.
âHehe.â
Xu Xiaoshou couldnât help but laugh. He was like a real elder who sighed when he saw that his junior almost worshipped him.
This sigh also stimulated Xu Xiaoji.
The strange events that happened beside him were indeed beyond his understanding.
Someone from the cutting path was so respectful towards a mere innate expert⊠Xu Xiaoji didnât know what he was feeling at this moment.
He didnât even dare to take another look. He was afraid that if he saw that strange scene, he couldnât help but scream and destroy the strange atmosphere created by the Great Demon King Xu.
âHu ~â
He silently heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.
Xu Xiaoji tried every possible way to convince himself that he was used to seeing strange things, but he still found it difficult to calm down.
At this moment, he only had endless admiration for Xu Xiaoshou, who dared to bow down and sit down in front of the expert from the cutting path.
âLauded, Passive Points + 1.â
âBlown away, Passive Points + 1.â
âReceived gratitude, Passive Points + 1.â
..
âDone.â
Xu Xiaoshou returned the sword with a chuckle.
Sword cognition lit up as well. His identity had been proven.
Not to mention that the two of them did not think that he was just pretending from the start.
Even though they had regained their senses, they still wanted to doubt him.
They probably did not dare to doubt him anymore!
He got up and patted his butt. He casually said, âI called you here for a serious matter.â
âSerious matter?â
Lin Ruohuan was stunned. Then he realized that the other party had mentioned it before.
At the same time, he realized that his reaction just now was a little embarrassing.
His face was a little red. He took a step back and said in neither servile nor overbearing manner, âPlease speak, senior.â
Tong Feng lowered his eyelids and became even more desperate.
Great!
Sure enough, they were not on the same level. As long as they were swordsmen, they would lose their temper when they met the Eighth Sword Deity, right?
He took a step back and faced them seriously.
âWhereâs the communication bead?â
Xu Xiaoshou did not reveal his trump card immediately. Instead, he stretched out his hand and looked at the two of them, who was a little hesitant. âItâs the warning bead that you mentioned.â
He did not say anything more and waited silently.
As expected, after a short while, Lin Ruohuan sighed in disappointment.
âTong Feng, take it out!â
âOkay.â
Tong Feng didnât even dare to refuse. With a flip of his hand, he took out the warning bead.
Xu Xiaoshou didnât wave his hand through the air.
Instead, he slowly walked forward. Under the watchful eyes of the two people, he slowly reached out and pinched the red bead.
This process gave everyone enough time to react.
But Lin Ruohuan didnât stop him.
Tong Feng didnât move either. He didnât even dare to move his fingers.
âIâll keep this thing first.â
Xu Xiaoshou knew that the faster and more violent his actions were, the more likely he would attract resistance.
On the contrary, this untimely and leisurely action showed the other party more confidence and that he was not afraid of resistance.
He picked up the warning bead and threw it into the Yuan mansion to cut off the connection. He explained, âI donât like killing people. Similarly, I donât want you to call a large group of people to kill me.â
Then, he changed the topic, âNow, letâs talk about business.â
Lin Ruohuan and Tong Fengâs eyes dimmed at the same time.
So, in their eyes, the thing that could save their lives was an existence like this in the other partyâs eyes?
The cold wind rustled, and the scene was somewhat desolate.
Xu Xiaojiâs feet were numb from listening to it.
Sometimes, he suspected that the Great Demon King Xu was the one who hid the deepest.
Otherwise, why would this fellow speak in such a manner? As though he was a world-class powerhouse who could reduce the dimensions of a battle?
âGetting someone over here to killâŠâ
Xu Xiaoji sighed silently.
If it was him, he wouldnât be able to say such wordsâŠ
No!
He didnât even dare to think that way!
âRegarded, Passive Points + 1.â
âFeared, Passive Points + 2.â
..
âGou Wuyue has a disciple named Lu Ke. Do you know him?â Xu Xiaoshou asked.
âLu Ke?â
The two white-clothed people looked at each other in surprise.
âYes, why?â Lin Ruohuan asked in confusion.
âYes, thatâs great.â
Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand.
The two people in white-clothed felt a chill in front of them.
Then, an ice sculpture appeared in the hand of the Eighth Sword Deity.
They were still in shock, but when their eyes focused on the face of the ice sculpture, even Lin Ruohuan couldnât help but exclaim.
âXiao Ke?â
âThis⊠SeniorâŠâ
Tong Feng was also shocked. âWhy is Lu Ke in seniorâs hands?â
Xu Xiaoshou shook his head and smiled.
âI wonât go into the details.â
âI want to leave today. Gou Wuyue is chasing me. I donât want to fight him, but I still have this thing in my hand⊠Well, itâs not good to give it to him face to face.â
âAfter all, on the surface, we are still enemies.â
âBut if I have to make a move on a juniorâŠâ
Xu Xiaoshou glanced at the two people in front of him and suddenly laughed. âI canât make a move either.â
At this moment, Lin Ruohuan and Tong Feng finally understood why the Eighth Sword Deity was so amiable.
It was clear that the other party didnât take them to heart!
JuniorâŠ
As expected, in the eyes of such a figure, Elder Wuyue was probably the only one who could stand out among the seven to eight hundred people in the Eighth Palace!
Furthermore, the two of them were indeed enemies.
The other party could have run away, but he still chose to stay behind and return Elder Wuyueâs disciple to himâŠ
âWhat a grand scheme, and how bold he is!â
At this moment, Lin Ruohuan felt extremely ashamed that he could not even utter a word of respect previously.
People were afraid of comparison.
With the other partyâs magnanimity, he might not be able to catch up to him in this lifetime.
âTake it!â
Xu Xiaoshou did not wait for the two of them to react too much. When he saw that the Information Bar had almost jumped up and that it was all praise, he threw the ice cube in his hand and sent it back.
âI lost the famed sword, but itâs not in my hands. It should have fallen into the hands of white caveâs red coat.â
âGo back and explain it. Try not to pour dirty water on me in vain, even thoughâŠâ
Xu Xiaoshou paused, and the corners of his lips curled up. âEven though I donât care.â
âDefinitely!â
Lin Ruohuan shouted.
âPromise!â
Tong Feng was also affected. His body became solemn as if he was responding to the orders of his superior.
The mountain wind rustled, and the fallen leaves fluttered in the wind.
âItâs time to go.â
Xu Xiaoshou did not stay for long.
Blanks are needed in acts to provide an extreme change during the climax, catching the other party off guard.
He walked past the two people in front of him and moved forward. Xu Xiaoshou sighed.
The scene played out much easier than he had expected.
âEighth Sword DeityâŠâ
Was this title that useful?
Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.
After walking a few more steps, he suddenly remembered that he was missing something. He immediately stopped and did not dare to look back.
âHaitang âer.â He called out.
ââŠâ
The wind blew.
Lin Ruohuan held onto the ice sculpture, his heart surging.
Tong Fengâs expression was solemn as he was still reminiscing about the so-called seniorâs demeanor.
And Haitang âer⊠did not respond at all!
âOh no!â
Xu Xiaoshou panicked. His âPerceptionâ looked at Xu Xiaoji, who was also staring at the ice sculpture in a daze. His face turned pale.
Arenât you f*cking too deep in character!
At the critical moment, you want to get rid of me?
Donât want to leaveâŠ
Even if you want to f*cking die, donât drag me into the water, f*ck!!
At this moment, Xu Xiaoshouâs heart was trampled by thousands of divine beasts.
âHaitang âer!â
His voice was a little higher, but he didnât dare to be too loud, in case he alarmed the white-clothed duo.
ButâŠ
They were still alarmed!
The two white-clothed people returned to their senses and turned their heads to look at Haitangâer, who was still leaning on the ancient tree. There was a lot of confusion in their expressions.
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