When he saw this little sword, Shen Gaoge’s pupils instantly contracted, and his tone became extremely sinister.
"It’s indeed the Shen Family’s Sword Heart, and of extremely high-quality bloodline inheritance. How could such a thing end up in your hands?"
Xue An smiled slightly, "If I say it was a gift from a friend before his death, would you believe me?"
The expression on Shen Gaoge’s face turned strange in an instant, as if annoyed yet appearing to sneer.
"What do you think?"
Xue An shook his head and sighed lightly, "Probably not!"
"Since you know I wouldn’t, then obediently accept your death!"
With these words, a raging Sword Intent erupted in Shen Gaoge’s eyes, and he immediately raised his hand to slash out a sword.
Rumble!
This sword was like a waterfall from the heavens, rushing towards Xue An with the force of Mount Tai collapsing.
Faced with this majestic sword might, an ordinary cultivator, let alone counterattacking, might directly kneel down and surrender out of fear.
But Xue An merely smiled faintly at this, "Good strike!"
Saying this, he raised his hand, and the Crimson Little Sword in his hand met Shen Gaoge’s sword at a perfect time and angle.
On one side was the grand and immense Sword Intent, on the other was the less than an inch-long Crimson Little Sword.
The contrast was extremely stark.
At least Su Feijing, who had come with Shen Gaoge, showed a smug and pleased expression upon seeing this scene.
In his view, Xue An was doomed to lose with just this strike.
But unexpectedly, upon seeing this sword, Shen Gaoge, who was charging at full speed, had a flash of astonishment in his eyes.
No other reason.
It was because Xue An’s sword was executed at such a perfect time and angle.
It made him feel as if he was actively sending himself onto the blade’s edge.
However, this feeling was fleeting. He then snorted coldly, and the Sword Intent around him suddenly boiled, causing the sword light in his hand to surge.
In an instant, the sword light traversed the distance between them, stabbing straight at Xue An’s forehead.
Everything happened so quickly that no one had time to react.
Yet in this critical moment, Xue An seemed to have anticipated it, and the Crimson Little Sword in his hand shifted abruptly to an almost impossible angle.
And this angle happened to be the weakest point of Shen Gaoge’s sword.
No sound, not even a stir of airflow.
The two swords collided silently.
But in the next second, Shen Gaoge’s previously overwhelming sword might deflated like a punctured balloon.
Then, the sword light dissipated, and the Sword Intent shattered.
Shen Gaoge grunted, retreated several hundred yards, and then stood in the air, his hands drooping, as a trickle of blood flowed down his left wrist.
The entire place fell silent.
Especially Su Feijing, who had thought Xue An was surely dead, now widened his eyes in disbelief, his face full of shock.
How could this guy push Shen Gaoge back in a sword Dao contest?
Could it be that his Cultivation Level in Sword Intent surpassed that of the Shen Family’s strongest?
How is this possible!

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