The Pine Pattern Ancient Sword, under the infusion of He Bi's inner strength, shone brightly.
Of course, the sword light was just a visual sensation. In fact, He Bi still couldn't unleash real sword light. He couldn't even manifest Sword Qi.
Strong palm force can strike through the air, but a Sword Artifact is lifeless, difficult to transform Sword Qi.
Only the topmost swordsmen of the era can cultivate Sword Qi.
Although He Bi was a top-tier swordsman, he was still far from reaching that realm.
Seeing He Bi coming with sword control, Gao Xuan felt more confident. Since the opponent's Sword Artifact was lifeless, this battle would be easier.
Although He Bi couldn't unleash Sword Qi, he followed the sword's momentum, reaching Gao Xuan in one step.
Gao Xuan raised his hand, and three flying sabers shot straight at He Bi from upper, middle, and lower positions.
After enhancing his inner strength, his cultivation in the Golden Silk Palm also improved.
The cultivation of the Golden Silk Palm, in fact, was about finger and palm power. Throwing flying sabers relied entirely on hand grip and finger and palm power. The movement was concealed and swift.
Despite He Bi's fast body technique, he couldn't be faster than the flying sabers.
He, with his rich experience and superb swordsmanship, didn't care about a few flying sabers.
The Pine Pattern Ancient Sword flicked, and the three flying sabers were knocked aside. As for curving flying sabers, they couldn't play any tricks under his sword.
However, flicking the flyers with a sword slowed his movement a bit.
This was the opportunity Gao Xuan seized, lightly pressed with force underfoot, arms slightly spread, retreating rapidly like a flying swallow.
He Bi sneered internally, thinking Gao Xuan was trying too many tricks with lightweight skills.
Although he wasn't specialized in lightweight skill, his deep inner strength allowed him to perform lightweight skill not as gracefully as his opponent, but even faster.
Kongtong Sect's Golden Swan Skill was also quite famous in the martial arts world.
Though not adept at short-range agile maneuvers, it thrived in extreme speed.
He Bi waved his left sleeve, lunging at Gao Xuan like a wild goose. The source of thɪs content is novęlfire.net
The old man, having cultivated inner power for over sixty years, had much stronger inner strength than Gao Xuan.
Both were airborne, but the old man was faster. Gao Xuan's elegant retreat was swiftly caught up by the old man.
As He Bi sneered and was about to strike Gao Xuan down, Gao Xuan raised his hand, and over ten poison needles shot towards him.
These poison needles turned into cold flashes, instantly covering He Bi's entire body.
He Bi twisted his Pine Pattern Longsword, shredding all the poison needles.
But blocking slowed his sword a little.
Gao Xuan raised his left hand, fiercely scattering a handful of black and yellow tincture powder.
He Bi was furious, thinking this kid's martial arts were mediocre, yet he had so many tricks.
Flying saber, poison needles, poison — these were common skills in the Lower Five Sects and nothing special.
Having roamed the Jianghu for decades, He Bi had seen all kinds of tricks.
The issue was that every attack from Gao Xuan came at the best moment, when He Bi intended to strike but had not yet done so.
Being interrupted continuously made He Bi very uncomfortable.
Even a martial arts expert has their rhythm in attacks. With his peculiar swordsmanship and profound inner power, He Bi was always able to quickly gain the upper hand against opponents.
However, facing Gao Xuan, he was repeatedly frustrated. This made He Bi uneasy.
The scattered tincture powder further disrupted He Bi's rhythm.
He Bi understood that such tincture powder wouldn't be too potent, so he held his breath and rammed straight through.
But considering his age, why risk bravado for a moment?
Gao Xuan was just hopping around for a while, so what?
He Bi invoked his full inner strength, exhaled sharply as if a gale blew, scattering the tincture powder ahead.
Some of the powder even blew back towards Gao Xuan.
Gao Xuan, unhurried, brushed the powder away with a sleeve. Meanwhile, over ten poison needles flew out from his sleeve again.
His technique in issuing the poison needles was exquisite, full of force, producing a "whizzing" sound as they pierced through the air.
At this moment, He Bi actually calmed down. The boy opposite was crafty and clever; he truly couldn't be careless.
Despite constantly using hidden weapons, his use of lightweight skills was unaffected. Instead, his body technique became increasingly nimble and graceful.
The magic technique behind this was quite subtle. Moreover, the boy's continuous attacks incessantly interrupted He Bi's sword techniques.
Unless it was by coincidence, the boy's tactical awareness during combat was truly impressive.
The Red-faced Tiger Wang Xiong, despite his tremendous divine power and martial prowess, was less agile compared to this boy.
He Bi once again twisted to shatter the poison needles. Although maintaining his breath, he had no excess strength left if the chase continued.
Both being airborne made it difficult to gain momentum. If he were accidentally hit by a poison needle from the boy, it would indeed be a joke.
He Bi lightly stepped on the ground, swinging his sword in a swift slash.
This time, he didn't underestimate his opponent, shouting loudly from afar that resonated like a thunderclap.
Even though the Thunderous Sound was aimed at Gao Xuan, such a sound-based attack would surely radiate to all sides.
Tao Min and Tao Hui were directly stunned, dizzy and stumbling back.
The others were similarly affected, their faces changing dramatically, feeling weak underfoot.
Of those present, only Tao Zhengren and Wang Xiong stood firm, unaffected by the Thunderous Sound.
Tao Zhengren was inwardly amazed, acknowledging the formidable power of Thunderous Sound, a treasured Kongtong Sect technique.
Shaolin's Lion's Roar, Wudang's Celestial Dragon Roar, and Kongtong Sect's Thunderous Sound were all premier sound-based martial strategies in the martial arts world.
Against lower-level enemies, sound-based attacks often had miraculous effects.
Tao Zhengren sensed Gao Xuan's precarious situation and was ready to assist, sword in hand.
However, despite Gao Xuan's momentary pause in midair, he quickly adjusted. Hanging his long sleeve on a willow tree, he leveraged the force to ascend to the tree crown.