One Sword to Immortality - C331

The youth in black had no mask on his face. Under the dim moonlight, his face looked slightly pale after revealing his true appearance. However, other than his slightly pale face, the black-robed youth’s facial features were extremely handsome. His eyes were like the stars, his brows were like swords, and his nose was pointed straight.

However, when Lu Shiyi saw that the black-robed youth had revealed his true appearance, and that he had never seen a face that was unfamiliar to him before, the brows on his face couldn’t help but lightly knit together as he stared at the black-robed youth and asked in a stunned voice: “You, you’re not a internal portal disciple?!”

It had to be known that when Lu Shiyi fought with the black-robed youth outside the Fan Cage Valley the other party used the Mang Shan Sect’s swordsmanship, which only the disciples of the internal portal could learn. Therefore, Lu Shiyi was 100% sure that the black-robed youth who fought with him in the Fan Cage Valley the last time was definitely one of the Mang Shan Sect’s disciples.

But right now, the black-clothed youth in front of him was not a Mang Shan Sect disciple, but instead a strange face he had never seen before. Therefore, Lu Shiyi couldn’t help but start to have doubts in his heart, could it be that the black-clothed youth who exchanged blows with him outside the Fan Cage Valley last time was different from the black-clothed youth in front of him? There was not only one hidden in the Mang Shan Sect, but two? Or more?

The black-robed youth looked at Lu Shiyi with a soft and sinister gaze, as if he had not heard Lu Shiyi’s question, and lowered his head to look at his right hand that was still bleeding profusely as he grabbed onto the handle of his sword. The black-robed youth knew very clearly in his heart, the reason why his right hand, which was holding the sword, was bleeding was not because Lu Shiyi had stabbed him after he had pulled out his sword, but because his right hand, which was holding the sword, had been injured! Instead, it was his right hand wielding the sword that continuously blocked Lu Eleven’s sword, and the impact of Lu Shiyi’s scale free sword sword broke the palm of his hand that was holding the sword!

At this moment, the black-robed youth actually knew very clearly in his heart that if Lu Shiyi had wanted to take his life, he would have died dozens of times over! Because in the short span of a few breaths of time that Lu Shiyi attacked him, the scale free sword in Lu Shiyi’s left hand had released a total of seven hundred and ninety-one sword strikes. Although he managed to block them, he was only able to block seven hundred and twenty-eight sword strikes.

At this time, the reason why the black cloth covering his face, which was tattered, had been removed was also because he was unable to receive the sixty-three sword strikes. The black-clothed youth knew that if Lu Shiyi really wanted to kill him, the sixty-three strikes he could not receive already left sixty-three holes on his body. However, Lu Shiyi did not do that.

Although the black-clothed youth did not want to admit it, facing Lu Shiyi who had made him into a miserable state with a sword in hand and a calm expression, the black-clothed youth had no choice but to admit in his heart that Lu Shiyi’s current level of cultivation and swordsmanship was much higher than his. At the very least, within a year or two, it would be difficult for him to reach his level!

However, it was also because Lu Shiyi did not manage to receive the sixty-three strikes from the black-clothed youth, but Lu Shiyi did not injure the black-clothed youth in the slightest during those sixty-three strikes. This also caused the black-clothed youth to feel an intense sense of humiliation, making him feel as if he had been humiliated by Lu Shiyi.

“Just who are you?” Lu Shiyi said as he pointed straight at the black-robed youth with his cold eyes.

“Seven hundred and ninety-one slashes!” Hehehe, Lu Shiyi, you truly are Lu Shiyi! ” The black-robed youth looked at Lu Shiyi with an irrelevant answer, and laughed: “In terms of just swordsmanship, Lu Shiyi, you are indeed stronger than me … It looks like the fact that you are on par with Song Yao, and are praised as the disciple with the highest talent in the way of the sword in the past two hundred years, is not without reason. However, it seems like it is too early to say that you want to capture me alive with your current level of cultivation in the way of the sword … ”

Hearing that, Lu Shiyi frowned, stared at the black-robed youth and said: “What? You aren’t admitting defeat, and you want to fight me? ”

“Admit defeat?” The black-robed youth laughed as if he had heard a great joke. He looked at Lu Shiyi and said, “The sword is still in your hand, and you want me to admit defeat? Isn’t this a huge joke? Lu Shiyi, even though you are very powerful, you might not necessarily be able to defeat me! “