Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 56 The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, truly worthy of the name "Immortal Slayer"!

"What do you mean by that?"

Guo Songyang felt insulted.

But Wei Wu showed no intention of explaining, instead gesturing with his chin towards him, indicating:

"Draw your sword."

Guo Songyang's face immediately darkened, and he pointed his sword at Wei Wu with one hand: "You are insulting me!"

Wei Wu shifted his feet and appeared in front of Guo Songyang, moving so fast that he could even see Guo Songyang's pupils gradually contracting.

Snapped!

Wei Wu struck his outstretched fingers and sword sheath without mercy, slamming his hand and sheath together into his chest.

Bang!

Guo Songyang was immediately sent flying backward, landing more than ten steps away.

Wei Wu slapped his sleeves loudly, then examined them in his hand, dusted them off, and said, "I haven't even used any force, how come you've already fallen down?"

Guo Songyang was so angry he felt like vomiting blood. He used his sword to support himself as he stood up. Although furious, he hadn't completely lost his temper. His chest heaved like a bellows. Finally, he straightened his posture, clasped his hands in a salute, and said:

Please advise!

Seeing that there was something to amuse them, the surrounding martial arts practitioners quickly gathered around, forming a semi-circle at a distance. One of them, eager for amusement, called out:

"Master Wei, is fifty paces enough?"

In the ancient world, no matter what nickname or style someone has, as long as they are a member of the martial arts world, it is absolutely right to address them as "Great Hero".

Wei Wu glanced at it and said, "It doesn't need to be that far."

Guo Songyang's breath almost stopped, his eyes blazing with anger, and he shouted, "Watch out!"

Wei Wu was surprised. The fact that the other party had to remind him before taking action, especially after being insulted, was enough to show that the other party was not a bad person.

Clang——

The sound of the sword was like the roar of a dragon. A streak of dark light rose into the air and suddenly slid down, stabbing diagonally towards Wei Wu.

At the same time, Guo Songyang seemed to have another sword in his hand, and leaped forward to thrust at Wei Wu.

Wei Wu felt a chill run down his spine as two dark lights, one above and one below, closed to within three steps. He nodded and said, "It's acceptable."

He had his left hand behind his back, and his right hand slowly extended out, his wide sleeves hanging down. His leisurely movements made the people in the martial arts world around him anxious.

However, just as the two streaks of dark light took two steps closer, a loud explosion suddenly erupted in front of Xingyun Manor. The sound was so loud, so clear, and so intense that it was as if someone had fired a cannon nearby!

Everyone stared in disbelief at Guo Songyang, who had been slapped back to his original spot with a flick of his sleeve. Seeing that his position hadn't changed by even a fraction, gasps of astonishment rose and fell, and many people looked at Wei Wu with deep awe.

It's not like looking at a person, it's like looking at a god!

Guo Songyang stood there, dazed, with his sword sheath stuck in the brick at his feet. The sheath was embedded three-tenths of an inch into the brick, yet a buzzing sound echoed in his mind. He saw stars, and his back was soaked with cold sweat. His clothes felt as heavy as two pieces of iron, making it difficult for him to stand.

His breathing grew louder, and he looked like a gambler who had lost everything in a casino, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, brimming with surprise:

"Great! Impressive! Excellent skill!"

Guo Songyang burst into laughter.

Someone asked, "Was he knocked stupid?"

"That's Guo Songyang!" someone who recognized the black sword exclaimed. "He's an upright and honorable man; he wouldn't harbor resentment just because of a defeat. But..."

"But what?"

"However, given Guo Songyang's personality, I'm afraid he'll continue!"

"Are we really going to continue?!"

The difference is so obvious that even if you replaced them with two pigs, you could still tell which side the situation was leaning towards.

Guo Songyang probably didn't do this on purpose because Wei Wu didn't kill him.

Many people were tempted. If this method worked, they would inevitably use the pretext of "seeking advice" to establish a connection with Cao Cao in the future.

Guo Songyang exhaled a powerful breath, the white vapor mixed with several streaks of blood, clearly indicating his dire condition. However, he showed no sign of backing down, saying:

"Master Wei, Guo Songyang has one more sword strike. After that, I will disregard life and death, and only ask for your opinion: can it compare to 'Little Li's Divine Blade'?"

He exhaled a long, resounding roar, as loud as a bell.

Guo Songyang's last shout was almost a shout, as if he had expelled all the distracting thoughts from his mind. His clear eyes were filled with determination, and the dark sword in his hand emitted a sword hum.

fast!

This pitch-black sword is not lightning, but at this moment it is faster than lightning!

A chilling aura locked onto Wei Wu's brow from a distance. Man and sword became one, leaving several afterimages in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, Guo Songyang had already broken through to a step outside Wei Wu!

The sword tip was pointed directly at his eyebrows.

But they made no progress.

Wei Wu's five fingers were as hard as iron, and he locked the blade with a grappling grip. His flesh and blood were wrapped in a layer of true energy, which flowed in red and blue, yin and yang, hot and cold, and he actually forged the Songyang Iron Sword into an extremely brittle piece.

Blood was seeping from Guo Songyang's face—this sword strike was undoubtedly the pinnacle of his life. He had abandoned all distractions, poured all his true energy into it, and achieved perfect unity of belief and sword, resulting in such incredible speed. Even he himself couldn't withstand it, and his hands and face were cut by the wind countless times.

But the pain on one's face is nothing compared to the bitterness in one's heart!

Gaba!

Wei Wu broke the iron sword without any mercy!

Guo Songyang's pupils dilated, and he involuntarily widened his eyes, only to suddenly realize that everything in front of him was blood red—the blood flowing down his face had already covered his vision.

But it couldn't hide the pallor of his face, his lips were deathly ashen, and he trembled as he asked, "How...how?"

He still wanted to know if his Songyang Iron Sword could defeat Li Xunhuan's Little Li Flying Dagger!

Wei Wu said, "The ranking in the weapons list is well-deserved."

"However, Li Xunhuan is a stubborn man. If he knew about your affairs and character, he would never throw his throwing knives unless you threatened him with the people around him."

"So in actual combat, you can beat him."

"How can I claim victory if he doesn't draw his weapon?"

Guo Songyang's expression was somewhat blank. He laughed out loud, gritted his teeth, and wiped his forehead hard with one hand. Although he smeared all the blood on his face, he finally regained his vision, though the world still looked a little red.

He appeared quite magnanimous, but when his gaze fell upon the broken Songyang iron sword on the ground, he couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"We agreed on one life, but in the end you still spared my life."

Wei Wu was able to easily break his iron sword, so that slap just now could not have simply sent him back to where he was. It was clearly a case of "one life for another."

The competition is over, but he is still alive.

"The sword is broken, but the person is still alive. Doesn't that mean you've broken your promise? I've heard you also possess a throwing knife called 'Immortal Slayer.' Would Guo Songyang have the honor of seeing it?"

"Would it be worth risking your life?"

"value!"

Guo Songyang's tone was exceptionally firm: "The Songyang Iron Sword is no less powerful than anyone else's!"

"Since you know there are such amazing flying knives in the world, if you don't try them out, you'll just be a walking corpse even if you live."

"Even if I die, I will have no regrets!"

Guo Songyang bowed respectfully and said, "I humbly request that you grant my request, Hero Wei!"

"Great hero, now that you've put it this way, how can I not even meet this small request? How can I live up to the title of great hero?"

Wei Wu wasn't a martial arts fanatic, so he naturally couldn't understand these people's thoughts. He knew, of course, that there were definitely spies from the Money Gang among the group of martial artists outside, but he still took out the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife—

A flying knife, as thin as a cicada's wing and with its hilt and blade connected like a crescent moon, appeared in Wei Wu's palm. It gleamed with silver light, and just looking at it made one think of the cold moon in the sky, and a chill ran down one's spine along with one's gaze.

Wei Wu said, "Guo Songyang, watch carefully."

"My strike will be swift!"

Guo Songyang's eyes widened, and he could only vaguely see a flash of silver light. But he had no time to think. He tried to widen his eyes, but he couldn't find the shadow of the throwing knife no matter what he did.

He didn't think Wei Wu had lied to him, so he looked around in confusion. When he saw the way the people in the martial arts world were looking at him as if he were a ghost, Guo Songyang belatedly realized that a chilling aura was spreading between his eyebrows.

The hot blood that should have been boiling under the hilt of the knife was now frozen into ice beads that rolled down his face, making Guo Songyang's face look deathly pale, but he was smiling.

Guo Songyang smiled and took two steps toward the martial arts practitioners, scaring away countless people. With his last ounce of strength, he shouted:

"The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife! Truly worthy of the name 'Immortal-Slaying'! Exhilarating! Absolutely exhilarating!"

He closed his eyes after laughing.

I can no longer feel pain.

I didn't feel any better.