Bai Xiu glanced at the ground and saw six swords in Ren Qi's had heard before that Ren Qi was a strange man who used six of the fastest swords in the world and was a strong man. However, when he really saw him use these six swords in an unexpected way, a fighting spirit and excitement inexplicably rose in his eyes, and he was amazed. It was because Bai Xiu had never seen anyone using six swords at the same time. And each of these six swords is enough to easily take someone's life. Ren Qi came with six swords. He could hold any two or one of the six swords in his hands, and pick up or push the other swords into the air. Then they would fall towards Bai Xiu's face or heart at strange angles, aiming directly at the vital points. For a moment, the sounds of weapons clashing, the sound of sharp blades and spears breaking through the air, as well as the footsteps of the two people, the sound of breathing, and the sound of ice breaking and cracking mixed together, making the originally mirror-like transparent and quiet ice surface full of terrifying whistling sounds, almost shattering this seemingly only pure land in the world. Bai Xiu of course only had one spear. Even the famous figures in history who used two spears often only had two pistols in their hands, which were far less powerful than this long spear. The spear has an advantage because of its length, and it is also frightening because of its strange behavior. As for the sword, no matter what method or means, soft sword, long sword, heavy sword, short sword, the only thing that matters in the final competition is speed. Bai Xiu used the distance advantage of his spear to control the distance between him and Ren Qi, preventing him from getting close with the advantage of six swords. He also pulled out a spear from time to time, not hoping to injure Ren Qi, but to force him to interrupt his breathing and the rhythm of his attack to block or dodge his shots. Among masters, what they compete with is not only moves, strength, and skills, but also strategy and thinking.
Whoever can catch that flash of inspiration will win the battle between life and death. Ren Qi remained patient and kept probing with his sword, looking for flaws in Bai Xiu's movements. Bai Xiu thought the same, so both of them kept biting each other tightly in the fight, not giving the other a chance to breathe or think, forcing the other to use stronger and faster moves. With a turn, the two men passed each other. Bai Xiu held the Snow Overlord Spear horizontally on his shoulder and deflected Ren Qi's flying sword. Ren Qi threw the sword in his hand away, grabbed the sword that was knocked away, and took advantage of the momentum to make another violent thrust forward. Bai Xiu did not retreat but advanced, blocking the shot with the butt of his spear. Using the butt of the spear as the axis, he turned the spear around and swept the tip of the spear over, aiming directly at Ren Qi's eyes. Ren Qi only felt the whistling of cold wind and the flashing of cold light. He leaned back consciously, feeling the biting edge at close range, and a murderous look suddenly appeared in his eyes. Lower your knees and do a diagonal upward move with Ren Qi. The first thing he brought up was the ice and snow, and then the piece of cloth on Bai Xiu's chest. Bai Xiu attacked him from above, tore off the clothes on Ren Qi's shoulders, and then shattered the ice behind him. "Good marksmanship!" "Good swordsmanship!" Despite praising each other, both of them had coldness in their eyes and had no intention of making a truce with each other, because if they had sympathy and kindness at this time, it would only hurt themselves in the end. Experts competed, weapons clashed, and in this most dangerous of activities, there was no room for softness or cowardice. The fighting started again and the two men collided once again. Zhao Qian watched from the side and felt as if she was soaking in ice water, shivering all over and unable to breathe. It was as if his soul had become like the ice beneath the feet of these two great masters of the synesthesia realm, shattered, cracked, and scarred. Suddenly, her eyes became hot and she felt tears of blood flowing from her eyes. Of course this is impossible, because Zhao Qian is a person who will not cry, and has not been hurt by either of these two masters.
Of course it would be best if Ren Qi won, and they continued on their journey towards Xiandu. Even if the Northern Spear Saint Bai Xiu won, he would not hurt a woman. Zhao Qian just stared blankly. Before she knew it, the cracks on the ice had gradually spread to her front, with only twenty steps left. Ren Qi and Bai Xiu had already been standing on a piece of floating ice because the ice surface was shattered, and were forced to separate, or rather, temporarily separate. "Ren Qi, I haven't felt this happy for a long time." "Don't you travel around the world all day?" Ren Qi said coldly: "I remember when I was still in the palace, you had already defeated all the opponents in the thirteen provinces. The entire northern martial arts world took you as a benchmark. All the gunmen, regardless of age, wanted to become your disciples just to get your guidance. Many people have given up sword fighting and learned spear fighting because of you. You are the legend of the northern martial arts world. A strong man like you, who doesn't regard you as a goal and idol? Everyone wants to defeat you and seize your fame to stand out. Do you still worry about not having a fight?" However, as soon as the words came out, Ren Qi suddenly understood what he really meant. A warrior like Bai Xiu would never be proud of defeating an ordinary master. Because those so-called masters in the eyes of the world are often unable to withstand a shot from Bai Xiu. Just like a strong man would not be happy after defeating an ordinary person, Bai Xiu might encounter various challengers in a year, but this would only make him bored. "The Jianghu is dead." Bai Xiu's expression remained unchanged, but he sighed with a regretful tone: "Twenty years earlier, our battle would have been praised by the martial arts world. But now, it is nothing more than a joke among storytellers and idle talk among mediocre people. " "What does it matter?" Ren Qi didn't care. "The reputation in the martial arts world is only enjoyed by those fledgling young knights and the so-called old knights. To me, it's just an empty title." "The masters of the Imperial Palace only need achievements, not fame, right?" Bai Xiu suddenly asked. Feeling the sarcasm in these words, Ren Qi just said calmly: "I am no longer a master of the Imperial Palace, nor am I Leng Yu Ren Qi." Bai Xiu was a little curious, "Then who do you think you are?" "How do I know this?" Ren Qi spread his hands, "In fact, I don't know why you care so much about the comments about our battle in the martial arts world." "I said, Jianghu is dead." Bai Xiu stroked the spear in his hand, "Swords, spears, swords, and halberds are too heavy and crude compared to muskets. Nowadays young people learn these weapons and martial arts, but they don't focus on them. They just want to have some support when they don't have firearms. Can't martial arts masters and strong men be defeated with just one shot? Why use swords? This also makes others less respectful of martial arts and traditions.” "Why do you want others to respect you?" Ren Qi narrowed his eyes. "It's not about respecting me, it's about respecting the roots of this martial arts world!"
The sound of white rust echoed throughout the icy lake. "It's not that I want this false reputation, it's that this reputation is beneficial to the martial arts world. Nowadays, foreigners have gradually cracked our martial arts, and are using more powerful means to make us young people waver. Everyone thinks that Chinese martial arts are outdated and decadent. If this continues, within a few decades, all our tricks will be lost. Then what can we use to fight against the foreigners?" Ren Qi understood what he meant, "So you want to use this battle to make the martial arts world shine again?" "That's right. I want to use two great masters of the synesthesia realm to fight an earth-shattering battle to bring life back to this stagnant water." "This is meaningless." Ren Qi sighed and glanced at Zhao Qian again. At least at this moment he was very sure that even if he died, Zhao Qian would be alive and well. Not only because Bai Xiu would not kill her, but also because he just needed a witness to publicize this battle and let the world know about it. Bai Xiu's idea was certainly great and selfless, but Ren Qi felt it was meaningless. "Do we have to fight each other to make this matter known to the world? Why don't you just kill some high-ranking foreign official? That way, the world will know about it and it will make people feel relieved." "Because it is just a piece of news after all, not a legend." It seemed that Bai Xiu had thought about it. In fact, he had become famous in Tianjin in the past because he stabbed a foreign officer to death with a single shot. His name spread throughout the streets and alleys. But that was just hatred, not legend. If a person practices martial arts out of hatred, he can naturally develop very strong and high martial arts skills, but he cannot become a real warrior. Because reaching the highest level does not rely on hatred, but something that White Rust still cannot understand or explain. Ren Qi understood, "So what you said about not receiving any benefits from Xiandu is true. Because you came here for something that is detrimental to yourself but beneficial to the martial arts world." "It won't hurt me either." Bai Xiu said coldly: "Because I will kill you here and defeat you, leaving behind a legend for those who come after me to admire." Then he continued, "You are just the first one in my plan. Later, I will pull out those who cherish their feathers, hide in the dark, and are not dead but have already been buried, and kill them one by one." "They are going to die too?" Ren Qi frowned. "Of course they must die, because they are the reason why the martial arts world is so stagnant. They only know how to hide in the dark and survive as retainers and lackeys of others. So I want their deaths to serve as fertilizer to revitalize the martial arts world." Although Bai Xiu was talking about murder, and he made himself sound like a murderer, he still inspired awe in people. Because what he wanted to do was certainly to leave behind a series of bloody vendettas, but considering the reasons and the impacts it caused, it could truly be called a great and selfless deed. The more masters Bai Xiu kills, and with every master he kills, his reputation will rise higher and higher as Bai Xiu achieves more. If a person kills ten people in a row, others will only regard him as a murderer and will be afraid of him. But when a person kills ten famous masters, others will only admire him, praise him, and think he is a hero and an idol.
"But I won't be your stepping stone." Ren Qi gritted his teeth and said, "What you are going to do has nothing to do with me, because I have never been a person in the underworld. What will happen to this muddy underworld? What does it have to do with me?" "It's not up to you whether you do it or not, Ren Qi!" Bai Xiu thrust out a spear and stabbed Ren Qi's throat. Ren Qi manipulated six swords and collided with the Snow Overlord at the same time. Bai Xiu knocked one of the swords away, then suddenly changed his move and stabbed it towards Ren Qi's shoulder. Ren Qi crossed his swords and blocked the shot with his shoulders. Bai Xiu roared angrily, jumped up, and pressed down with all his strength. The ice under Ren Qi's feet shattered and he fell into the lake. The white rusty gun tip slapped the water surface, breaking a piece of ice, and then the figure leaped and landed on the ice. But he did not feel relaxed, just focused on the ice under his feet. As he expected, the master of synesthesia would not lose his combat effectiveness after falling into the icy water. Soon, murderous intent emerged from under his feet. Ren Qi crawled out from under the ice, breaking through the ice with several swords. In the broken ice, the sword's tip was freezing cold, and the murderous intent was bone-chilling. Ren Qi's eyes were extremely cold, but his hands remained steady. Bai Xiu was waiting for this moment. He grabbed the gun with both hands, twisted his feet, and used the strength of his waist and hands to face Ren Qi directly. hum! The purple and green swords collided with the tip of Snow Overlord's spear, and sparks flew everywhere. Bai Xiu shook the sword lightly, knocked the two swords apart, stabbed Ren Qi in the shoulder, and pushed him back into the water. Ren Qi's Qi Qi's Qi Qi energy suddenly showed signs of collapse, and as a string of bubbles rose to the surface of the water, blood dyed the lake red. Seeing this, Bai Xiu knew that the duel had reached a point where a single move could decide the outcome. This was Ren Qi's weakness, and also his chance to win. So Bai Xiu put away the gun, caught it with both hands, and fired again. The water surface was broken by the silver spear, splashing dense water. Ren Qi looked at this fatal shot, his eyes flashing coldly. He threw a sword out of the water, holding only the black sword to block the shot. Clang! The deafening sound made the eardrums of both people vibrate. The Snow King stabbed Ren Qi's ribs, causing blood to spurt out of his body and dye the lake red. However, there was no joy in Bai Xiu's eyes, because it was obvious that Ren Qi had used his sword to exert force on the gun, and he emerged from the water and jumped high. In the air, he grabbed the red sword that was thrown into the air, and slashed it with his backhand. Bai Xiu immediately pulled the old, castrated spear out of the water and stabbed it towards Ren Qi's waist.
The two people passed each other! Blood was flowing from Ren Qi's stomach. There was already a scary red line on Bai Xiu's throat, with blood oozing out from it. "Stop moving." Ren Qi said coldly: "If you don't move now, you can still survive." Bai Xiu's throat was injured and he couldn't speak, but he didn't listen to Qi's warning. Instead, he turned his head and looked at him, as if asking him what the reminder meant. Ren Qi tried to persuade him in a rare move: "I was only one point away from completely slitting your neck, but it was also only this one point away that allowed the legend of the Northern Wulin to survive. I don't want to kill you, and I don't want you to die. Leave some thoughts for the people of Wulin." Bai Xiu smiled and muttered something, but because his throat was injured, Ren Qi couldn't hear anything. He only heard the whistling cold wind. Immediately afterwards, Ren Qi's eyes widened and became bloodshot. Bai Xiu took a step forward on his own, a fountain burst out from his throat, and he fell straight into the water. red! The ruthless ice lake was dyed red, as if a candle that illuminated people's hearts was lit at the bottom of the lake. (End of this chapter)