Chapter 31: Li River Sword Technique

Qin Mu's heart was pounding as he drew his butcher knife from behind. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

The demeanor of Mu Beifeng exerted an invisible pressure on him.

Every move and word of this old man entering the village was filled with boundless pressure.

Fighting against Qu, one of the five disciples of the Li River, had forced him to take action. Now, the current situation made him a bit uneasy.

"I have urinated on the stone statue at the village entrance. What is there to fear? I have encountered Wu Nü, the demon of the Central Palace. I wasn't afraid back then, so why should I be afraid now? No matter how powerful Mu Beifeng is, he won't be stronger than gods and demons!"

Qin Mu calmed himself down and looked around. His brows slightly furrowed. The village was not large, and with everyone standing here, along with his twenty-two companions, it felt like a forest of stakes. Each person stood in a different position, their figures scattered, filling the small village to the brim.

The village chief lay on a stretcher, the physician stood beside it, and only the upper body of the butcher stood on a wooden stake. Master Ma leaned against a stake, Sister Po carried a basket, the mute stood at the entrance of the blacksmith's shop, the deaf person held a brush dripping with ink, and the lame man stood on a crutch with one leg.

The positions of the people brought by Mu Beifeng were also carefully chosen. Each person's position was extremely peculiar, making it difficult to move quickly in the village, let alone engage in combat.

In such a situation, the requirement for using Qi to control the sword was extremely high!

If he were to use Qi to control the sword, he would need to be extremely careful, so as not to have his sword touch others or be affected by them. It required an extremely delicate sword technique. Qin Mu practiced the butcher's pig-slaughtering knife technique, which was unable to meet this requirement.

"Are we going to fight here?" Qin Mu asked.

Qianqiu nodded, "We'll fight right here!"

Qin Mu sheathed his butcher knife back into its scabbard, freeing both hands.

Qianqiu saw Qin Mu sheathe his butcher knife and his eyes shimmered. It was somewhat unexpected that Qin Mu would choose to fight unarmed.

Before coming here, Mu Beifeng had already taken them to inspect the gorge ruins. From the skeletal remains of Qu, who had been gnawed to the bone, Mu Beifeng deduced that Qin Mu was using a knife technique.

Qin Mu picked up a wooden stick from the ground and used it as a makeshift knife to strike Qu's body. He left small marks on Qu's skeletal remains, causing faint cracks to appear in the bones.

From this, it could be inferred that Qin Mu's knife technique was exquisite. Moreover, Qin Mu's footwork must have been fast and precise. Only with exceptional leg techniques could he continuously move and attack every corner of Qu's body.

Mu Beifeng was an extraordinary expert, one of the top masters in the world. Judging from the traces left by Qin Mu, it was certain that he was using a martial technique.

Martial techniques excelled at close-quarters combat but did not have much expertise or accomplishments in using Qi to control the sword.

Since then, Mu Beifeng had decided on a way to kill Qin Mu. After they entered the village, each person took a different position and arranged themselves in the Li River Water Dragon Formation, intentionally leaving nine formation nodes. Mu Beifeng stood at the head of the dragon.

The other people, except for Qianqiu, were all top experts from the Li River sect. In order to prevent the Li River Water Dragon Formation from exerting its combined power, the villagers of Canlao Village needed to block each formation node one by one. The village chief and the physician blocked the dragon's eyes, the blind man blocked the heart, the lame man, Sister Po, Master Ma, and the butcher stood at the joints of the dragon's limbs, the blacksmith held the dragon's body, and the deaf man guarded the dragon's tail.

This created the current situation in the village, with everyone standing in different positions, their figures scattered, making it difficult to move quickly and utilize Qi to control the sword. It required exceptional expertise in Qi sword techniques.

Obviously, Qin Mu was not such a person.

But his disciple, Qianqiu, was exactly that kind of person.

Although Qianqiu was still a martial artist in the Spirit Fetus Realm, his expertise in Qi sword techniques was exceptionally high. His Qi threads were refined to the point of extreme delicacy, and his sword control reached astonishing accomplishments. He once used his Qi to control a brush and drew a portrait of a lady from thirty zhang away. The strands of hair on the portrait were distinct and flawless.

As long as Qin Mu engaged in a knife fight, he would undoubtedly be defeated.

However, Qin Mu sheathing his knife and choosing to fight empty-handed was somewhat unexpected for Qianqiu. But facing a sword empty-handed was undoubtedly a disadvantage. Moreover, this time, Qianqiu had brought not an ordinary sword but a spiritual sword—a sword born from the hidden secrets of the ** realm, superior in sharpness, flexibility, strength, and spirituality compared to ordinary weapons.

Qin Mu bowed, "Senior Brother, please."

Qianqiu returned the gesture, and the sword in his scabbard resonated with a clear ring, "Junior Brother, please."

Qin Mu lifted his foot, but at that moment, Qianqiu's sword was unsheathed from the scabbard on his back with a resounding clang. The Qi threads controlled the sword, emitting a chilling aura. The sword glimmers, punctuating the air as it stabbed towards Qin Mu!

Those Qi threads were extremely delicate, almost invisible to the naked eye. With a slight tremor, the sword produced blossoming sword flowers, stabbing at Qin Mu from various tricky angles. The speed was so fast that it dazzled the eyes!

As a martial artist, reaching such a level of proficiency in Qi sword techniques was already a remarkable achievement!

Qin Mu's footwork was incredibly agile, allowing him to shuttle between the stationary individuals. However, Qianqiu's sword was even faster, and his sword technique was exquisite, leaving people astonished. For the motionless individuals, his sword posed no threat, but for Qin Mu, every sword move was life-threatening!

The sword light was almost impossible to defend against, making it impossible for Qin Mu to escape even if he used Lame Leg Technique. The obstacles here were too many, and each person standing still limited his speed. It was impossible for him to fully unleash his speed!

Qin Mu observed the situation, and his Qi suddenly became extremely violent and restless. Faintly, a dragon's roar echoed, and a fiery dragon coiled around his arm.

This fiery dragon was indistinct, sometimes merging with his fist, and sometimes with his palm, constantly changing.

As the sword light approached, Qin Mu punched forward. Just before his fist was about to collide with the spiritual sword, he suddenly spread open his five fingers. The air in his palm exploded, causing the attacking sword tip to waver uncontrollably!

Dang, dang, dang, dang...

Qin Mu's five fingers flicked one after another, striking the sword tip, blade, and hilt in succession. With each flick, a loud bang erupted, as if a huge hammer was ruthlessly striking the sword.

By the time he flicked his fifth finger, the spiritual sword was sent flying, and Qianqiu's Qi threads were shattered by the force of his fingers.

Qin Mu quickly moved his feet, his figure weaving through the crowd, rapidly closing in on Qianqiu. The distance between them was only about ten meters, but at that moment, Qianqiu's expression turned wooden, and another sword resonated from the sword scabbard on his back. The second spiritual sword flew out and stabbed towards Qin Mu.

Qin Mu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly retreated. At this moment, the third spiritual sword flew out of the scabbard, followed by the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, the seventh...

Over a dozen spiritual swords were connected end to end, each pierced through the sword tip and hilt by a Qi thread. The hilt of the first sword pressed against the tip of the second sword, and the hilt of the second sword pressed against the tip of the third sword. They were connected together, spanning a length of six or seven zhang (about 18-21 meters). It resembled a lively and agile silver dragon flipping and dancing in the air, reminiscent of the winding and twisting waters of the Li River.

Li River Sword Technique!

The number one sword technique in the Southern Region.

The first sword in Qianqiu's formation moved incredibly, flipping and flying in all directions, followed by the subsequent swords. They passed through the crowd without touching anyone even a bit. From Qin Mu's perspective, he could only see the tip of the first sword but couldn't see the swords behind it.

A strong sense of danger arose within him. Not being able to see meant the unknown, and without knowledge, he couldn't evade or predict!

Indeed, the Li River Sword Technique was treacherous and fierce!

At that moment, dozens of sword flowers burst forth from the first spiritual sword, stabbing towards Qin Mu. The dazzling sword light dazzled the eyes.

Behind these dozens of sword flowers, the second spiritual sword broke away from the sword formation, connected by a separate Qi thread. It suddenly moved, aiming to slash at Qin Mu's neck!