Qiu Yuye took a deep breath. Regardless of whether all of this was real or not, the overwhelming killing intent emanating from Jian San was undoubtedly genuine.
He was certain that if he made even the slightest mistake, the illusion could become reality.
After all, killing and being killed within an illusion were nothing new.
Moreover, at this moment, a strong sense of battle surged in Qiu Yuye’s heart.
Last time, after battling Jian San for ten days and ten nights, he narrowly lost by a single move, resulting in blindness and a shattered sword heart.
Yet, due to his powerful Sword Dao Cultivation and his unyielding will, he did not collapse.
But ultimately, he was defeated, so the shame of that battle was something he would never forget.
Now, after a period of healing, Qiu Yuye’s sword heart had fully recovered.
So when he had the chance to face Jian San again, he couldn’t help but feel a burning battle intent once more.
Not for anything else, but to prove himself.
Even if the opponent was merely an existence within an illusion, he wanted to challenge himself.
Thus, after facing Jian San’s provocation, he slowly drew his sword from his waist.
The sword was one that Qiu Yuye had carried with him since he debuted. Forged from ordinary iron, it was plain and unremarkable, even with numerous scars on the blade, as if it could break at any moment.
Yet it was this seemingly laughable sword that caused Jian San’s expression to immediately become grave.
Then Jian San also slowly drew a hairpin from behind her head.
The hairpin was black as ink, resembling a wooden chopstick.
But once Jian San gripped it and gave it a casual swing, it instantly transformed into a short sword more than a foot long.
"Please instruct me!" Jian San said in a low voice.
Qiu Yuye did not respond with words, directly swinging his sword.
There was no dazzling Sword Qi, no surging momentum, not even disturbing a blade of grass underfoot. It was just an ordinary swing.
Yet this very sword made Jian San’s eyes burst with brilliant light, "Good sword!"
Saying so, she pointed her Hairpin Sword directly at the void in front of her.
Bang!
With a dull boom, the two swords clashed directly, stirring up a whirlwind.
The whirlwind spread out, bending all the grass around.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Jian San’s mouth, with the red mole between her brows becoming even more vivid, "You’re quite good!"
"You too!" Qiu Yuye replied calmly, then raised his hand and swung his sword again.
This time, the sword light was like snow, sweeping forward.
Jian San was fearless, and the two engaged in close combat.
In fact, there was nothing fancy about this battle.
Neither Jian San nor Qiu Yuye used any sword power; they purely compared Sword Intent.
This was purely a test of who had a deeper understanding of the Sword Dao and whose sword heart was more translucent and clear.
Wherever the sword light passed, leaves flew like a rain of petals.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged hundreds of moves, yet there was still no clear winner.
But at that moment, the surrounding grass suddenly began to grow wildly, transforming into numerous black tentacles to tightly bind Qiu Yuye’s limbs.
Qiu Yuye grunted, and countless small sword beams suddenly appeared around him, severing the tentacles that bound him.
Yet these tentacles seemed to have some magical power; even when cut, they could instantly regenerate and clung to Qiu Yuye like maggots on rotting bones.

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