It was the mont when his blade cut into the opponent's waist that the turtle shell moved over, blocking his blade from going deeper.
But Murong, brimming with fighting spirit, couldn't care less about such things.
"A Night Listening to Spring Rain!"
The Blood Shadow Mad Blade dragged along the ground, slicing upwards!
A sword light white as jade erged from the blood-red blade, directly attacking Li Jianmo's face.
With a clang, the turtle shell lifted upwards, reliably blocking this sword qi.
But this was only Murong's first step; as the sword qi assaulted the opponent, he himself flew over with his blade.
Murong's speed was extrely fast, not much slower than his own sword qi.
The Blood Shadow Mad Blade dragged afterimages through the air, descending together with Murong!
This was Murong's true killing move!
That initial sword qi, although blocked by Li Jianmo, also disrupted Li Jianmo's footing, and Murong's next blade aid to expose a flaw!
With another explosive clang, a brief collision occurred, then both parties separated, and Murong landed heavily on the ground again.
Though Li Jianmo staggered and stumbled back ten steps, he managed to stabilize himself.
Murong was secretly astonished, thinking, "What's going on?"
But he didn't pause at all; pressing his feet into the pit he made, he charged again.
Clearly, I have the advantage, but I'm the one who fell – doesn't this bother Young Hero Murong?
In an instant, his green hair dramatically flourished, and a pure look on his face captivated the gazes of many n watching, leaving them both dazed and excited.
They just loved this kind of innocence!
At this mont, Murong recalled the past, thinking of Old Demon Duan and the female cultivators he fancied beneath that bed, and of his pure love with Ning Qing, as pure as the spring rain beyond the window. At this ti, he had already fully evoked the "Hatred" of "This Hatred Endless Knife" and the "Purity" of "A Night Listening to Spring Rain."
He could now be described as half green, half pure.
"Eat shit!"
Murong descended, the sword qi from both blades surged out: the Blood Shadow Mad Blade in his left hand slashed with green hatred sword qi, while the Crescent Moon Saber in his right hand was as pure as moonlight.
The two types of sword qi intertwined, not dissonant at all, rather they complented each other.
The turtle shell in Li Jianmo's hand emitted a shimring green light, constantly striking upwards and skew blocking. He looked like a big turtle ducking inside its shell, yet his long sword was not idle.
His sword in hand continually struck through the shell like a turtle's head suddenly lunging out, deceitful and precise.
His hand seed boneless, like a snake's body swaying, ready to strike wherever it intended.
This was again the reason he could easily draw out this seven-foot long sword previously.
At this mont, Murong's offensive surged like a tide, while Li Jianmo remained formidable with offense within defense.
With another clang, Murong's surging offensive paused, his body staggered, yet the Blood Shadow Mad Blade sunk down in a hair-raising manner, blocking the opponent's treacherous sword.
Sweat broke out on Murong's forehead, for the turtle shell was more troubleso than he had imagined, able to unexpectedly disrupt his rhythm.
Seeing this, Duan Yun couldn't help but think of a term—"Parry."
The turtle shell-wielding Li Jianmo could unleash a "Parry"-like move, not only forcibly disrupting Murong's offensive but also seizing the opportunity to counterattack.
Murmuring with gritted teeth, Murong's swords swept out again.
Furious sword qi launched at Li Jianmo as though they cost nothing, and, gripping the turtle shell, Li Jianmo fended them off.
A clanging sound of talwork resounded, and four strands of sword qi bounced off the turtle shell, crashing into the coward and the spectators.
The next mont, a chorus of intense cries erupted.
"Madam, I'll love you for ten thousand years!"
"Madam, I want you to sell it! You don't sell, I suffer, but my love for you never changes!"
A coward struck by the green blade qi scread, rolling on the ground.
In the next instant, he crushed his own bird with a snap, his suicidal expression gradually returning to normal.
One cannot be both green and pure in love; only a crushed bird could relieve the pain!
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