Song of Adolescence

Chapter 85 The Great Sword Soars

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A whole body designed to “kill”.

Su Changli raised his great sword and took a leap. Su Hongxi and Su Ziyi followed right behind him.

Their speed was like a flash of light, arriving within the blink of an eye.

“Fall back!” Lei Wujie exclaimed, rushed ahead on his own, raising his two swords, and also took a leap.

Su Changli’s great sword came down, raising a gust of screaming wind. Lei Wujie turned his body and used his two swords to block that great sword.

“Good sword move! Dare I ask the name?” Lei Wujie praised loudly.

“The Great Sword Soars.” Su Changli increased the power in his hands and forcibly threw Lei Wujie off. He landed on the ground and immediately took another leap, slashing his sword again.

He manipulated the fight from one move to the next. Although the sword in Su Changli’s hands was so immense that it was scary, his swordplay flowed smoothly like water.

In addition, there were two lithe and graceful ladies behind him.

One in red, the other in purple.

A silver spear managed to block them. Sikong Qianluo was faster than Li Fansong, leaping forward in one step, the spear in her hand flying like a dragon.

Su Hongxi stepped onto the head of the spear with her toes, and smiled. “The Silver Moon spear?”

“Break your soul!” Sikong Qianluo flung out her spear, throwing Su Hongxi off, then she shook her hand slightly, and the entire spear flew towards Su Ziyi’s head. Su Ziyi reached out with her two swords to block the spear, but only managed to hold it for a moment. She knitted her brows tightly, stepped on her toes, and retreated in a hurry.

“Not so easy.” Su Ziyi’s voice was unusually serious.

“These are the spear techniques inherited from the Spear Immortal?” Su Hongxi said with a smile. She gathered her sleeves, and six brightly enticing flowers appeared in her hands. She leapt up lightly, her sleeves rippled like a wave, and the six red flowers flew out together.

“Beautiful.” Xiao Se admired.

Sikong Qianluo turned her head and glared at Xiao Se. She raised her spear and slashed sideways. In a flash, the six red flowers were smashed to the ground. Her spear fell like thunder, the flower petals scattered about, and Sikong Qianluo swore viciously, “Beautiful my ass!”

Li Fansong was dumbfounded. “I didn’t know the daughter of the Spear Immortal was so brutal. This is really an eye-opener!”

“Which eye do you want opened? Go help Lei Wujie. The one with the great sword is a tough opponent. Leave this side to me.” Sikong Qianluo held up her spear, putting herself right in front of Su Hongxi and Su Ziyi.

Li Fansong hesitated for a moment. “But, over here…”

Su Ziyi gave a charming smile. “You think you alone can stop the two of us?”

Su Hongxi flipped her sleeve and another two enticing red flowers flew out.

Xiao Se walked towards them in a leisurely step. “Who said she’s alone? Are you blind? I’m right here?”

“You?” Su Hongxi flipped her sleeve lightly.

On the other side, the situation was in complete chaos.

Within a few tens of zhang, the entire ground had been levelled. A few giant trees had also been sliced in half and had fallen to the ground.

It was all due to that gigantic and destructive sword that soars.

Su Changli smiled faintly, lifting his great sword onto his shoulder, and watched Lei Wujie, who was leaning against a tree, desperately catching his breath. “How was it?”

Lei Wujie returned the smile and ripped away the sleeve that was already torn. “Not bad.”

Su Changli raised his sword again, but he suddenly felt a gale force wind attacking from behind. He turned around hastily, and saw a peach wood sword coming at him.

Suddenly, it turned into ten swords. A hundred swords. A thousand swords.

It was illusionary beyond words.

The Dao that can be followed is not the eternal Dao. The Name that can be named is not the eternal Name.

A peach wood Daoist sword from Qingcheng Mountain.

However, he didn’t care if there were a hundred or a thousand swords. Even if there were ten thousand swords, what could you do if he smashed all of them with one sword move?

Su Changli swung his great sword in one revolution and dissolved the entire illusion.

Li Fansong could feel the unnaturally powerful sword energy. He withdrew his peach wood sword quickly, took a leap and flew over Su Changli, landing right next to Lei Wujie.

“You have a fine sword. Does it have a name?” Su Changli turned around and stabbed his great sword into the ground.

Li Fansong drew a sword flower. “It doesn’t really have a name. I carved it myself. The one I had before was broken by the Snow Moon Sword Immortal. This one, I carved it just this afternoon, so it has no name. Lei-xiong, we appear to share a fate together. How about you come up with a name?”

Lei Wujie blinked, then shook his head. “I don’t read as widely as Xiao Se. You should get him to name it, but, since you asked me, I’ll just come up with something. How do you feel about ‘Drunken Song’?”

“What’s the meaning behind it?” Li Fansong asked.

“Drunken song in a bar, youth become heroes. Li-xiong, if we survive this, let’s find a chance to challenge the martial world together.” Lei Wujie spoke with complete sincerity.

Li Fansong weighed the peach wood sword in his hand. “Drunken Song? Lei-xiong, now that you said it, I’m having regrets. This name is really quite lousy. As for ‘drunken song in a bar, youth become heroes’… Bah! Who would label themselves a hero.”

Lei Wujie grinned helplessly. “You did ask me for a name.”

Su Changli yanked out his great sword from the ground, the corner of his mouth curved in a smile, but his eyes were chilly. “I envy you two.”

“Eh?” Lei Wujie and Li Fansong were both startled.

“Youth is wasted on the young. Thinking about getting drunk and singing. Absurd.” Su Changli swung his great sword towards them. “But I also envy you two. You can die at this age when you’re still ignorant of the world.”

“You want us to die?” Lei Wujie stabbed the Rainfall sword in his left hand into the ground and tightened the grip on the Murderous Dread sword in his right hand.

Li Fansong breathed a sigh. “You’re clearly the one who knows nothing.”

Lei Wujie swung his Murderous Dread sword fiercely and red light emitted from the sword.

“I have a sword move, which I invite you to test. Its name, Raging Inferno Roaring Thunder.”

Li Fansong raised his hand slightly, the peach wood sword stabbed forward, forming an illusion with the image of dozens of swords.

“I have a sword move, which I invite you to test. Its name is Boundless Dipper.”

When it came to coming up with names, these two really had no talent.

However, Su Changli tightened his brows. He saw a ray of purple light and a ray of red light gradually coming together in the air, the two sword auras flowing vigorously, and surging into a gale over the entire mountainside.

This harmonious matching of the two swords had appeared once before at the Tower of Ascension in Snow Moon City. It was the move that forced the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, Li Hanyi, to pick up that third-ranked sword on the list of famous swords under Heaven, Armoured Glacier, and use the Sword Immortal’s sword move that transcended the ages. Could Su Changli block this sword move?

Under Xiao Se’s rules of wandering the martial world, he had a four-word maxim - can’t win then, run.

However, Lei Wujie and Li Fansong had an even more impressive six-word maxim - can’t win then, join forces (to) attack!

At the time, their training had not yet reached a pinnacle, yet they teamed up and forced the Sword Immortal to make a sword move. Now, the two of them have already attained the Vajra Mortal Realm. How could the power of this joint sword move be compared to back then?

Su Changli furrowed his brows, held that great sword in both hands and raised it high into the air then stabbed it into the ground in one fierce movement. His voice was furious. “I also have a sword move for you to test.”

“Sword name, Pangu Opens the Sky!”

Lei Wujie was taken aback, then he let out a sneering ‘pfft’. The Murderous Dread sword in his hand wavered slightly, and the sword energy suddenly dispersed. Li Fansong’s back prickled with cold sweat, and he said anxiously, “What are you doing?”

Lei Wujie hurried to refocus his concentration, the Murderous Dread sword emitting the red light again. He tried his best to suppress his laugh.

“But, the name of his sword move, is kind of awful though?”