Chapter 81: Drawn one inch from its scabbard, nine drops can be used for battle

  Facing Zi Jian's slowly drawn Blood Sword, Chu Cheng felt a threat of death.

  He knew very clearly that if he didn't dodge, this sword would easily take his life. Even with the protection of the Golden Holy Robe of the Dragon Shrimp Seat, even with the powerful God Fetus, it was still useless.

  To Zijian, unexpectedly mastering such a forbidden technique!

  But you think mastering a forbidden technique can defeat or even kill me? You're still too naive, Zijian!

  Chu Cheng's whole body was hot and dry, she couldn't help but stick out her tongue, lick her dry lips, then suddenly bit down, biting her tongue, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

  Fingers moved swiftly, pointing continuously in the air, dipped in that mouthful of fresh blood, and with one breath, a Seven Kill Heaven Symbol was drawn.

  Then a round shield with thorns on top emerged from the seal, and in an urgent moment, it blocked the blood sword that was heading towards Zijian.

  Blood Sword, Seven Kill Shield, which is stronger, spear or shield?

  The answer will be revealed in the next moment.

  That blood sword stabbed into the Seven Kill Shield, entering without a handle, but was also stuck in the shield. No matter what, it couldn't break through and couldn't be pulled out either.

  It was as if there was an invisible big hand in the shield, which held the blood sword tightly and refused to let go.

  At this time, Chu Cheng smiled mysteriously, and the seven killing shields above him suddenly detached from the shield, striking Zi Jian's body.

  "Pffft!"

  He took three steps back from Zijian, his mouth opened wide, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

  Chu City took three steps forward again, his fingers moving rapidly as he used the blood that had sprayed out towards Zi Jian as cinnabar red ink to draw a symbol once more. It was another Seven Kill Heaven Symbol!

  This time, a three-inch small arrow shot out quickly from it, aiming directly at Zi Jian's throat!

  This arrow came unexpectedly and gave Zi Jian no room to dodge, his eyes revealed a fearful color, who can remain calm in the face of death?

  Between life and death, there is great terror.

  But just at this moment, a sigh suddenly came over.

  A fiery red feather suddenly appeared in front of Zǐ Jiàn's throat, blocking the small arrow.

  Seven Kills Little Arrow, before even touching the fiery red feathers, had already begun to rapidly melt away, not re-condensing into fresh blood or mystic energy, but rather into nothingness.

  Fire is the most aggressive and overbearing thing in the world, containing infinite energy, and it actually burned those seven killing small arrows into nothingness!

  "Chu Er Gongzi, for my sake, spare his life, how about it?" Huo Fangyu sighed and stretched out her right hand. The fiery red feathers slowly flew into the palm of her hand and then disappeared.

  Huāng Yǔ, unexpectedly so calm and gentle, yet with a single strike, he annihilated Chǔchéng's certain kill move, rendering it formless. This kind of strength is truly terrifying, making one's heart tremble.

  "Yes, Chu Cheng. After all, this is Huo Da Ge's wine party, if it gets out of hand... Huo Da Ge will also lose face, let's just forget about it." Ling Die Er said softly as she walked to Chu Cheng's side.

  Chu City looked at Ling Die'er for a moment, then glanced at Huo Huangyu, nodded, and finally turned his gaze to Zi Jian:

  "Get out! I'm waiting for you to come and take revenge. And your big brother, your sister, your father, uncle, I'm waiting for them all. Whoever comes, I'll keep going!"

  At this time, Zijian stretched out his hand, wiped the fresh blood on his lips, and stared at Chucheng with a fierce gaze. After about ten breaths, he finally gritted his teeth and walked down the stairs step by step, following the same path he had taken to come up.

  He wants to use those twenty-seven flights of stairs to vent his anger!

  Chu Cheng shook his head, suddenly looking at the person who had initially stopped him. It was a teenager with a cold expression, probably around 17 or 18 years old, extremely arrogant, with eyes that seemed to be sizing him up from head to toe, his eyelids slightly narrowed.

  On his back, he carried an ancient-looking cypress grain long sword that was clearly no ordinary item.

  "May I ask, sir, am I now qualified to sit in that seat?"

  That seat originally belonged to Xiang Zijian's seat and was right under that person's head, tightly stuck together.

  "This is Dugu Han, a member of the Dugu family. The Dugu family is one of the top families in the imperial capital, ranking just below the four major families. For generations, they have been cultivating sword techniques, and their family's unique technique, the Dugu Sword Manual, is one of the eight great sword manuals of Chu State, ranked second only to the Shen family's Seven Mysterious Swords." Ling Die'er said softly.

  That solitary coldness, unapproachably proud, although hearing Chu Cheng's question, didn't move in the slightest, only responding with a single sentence:

  "No!"

  "Why can't I?" Chu Cheng said calmly.

  "I don't like having people beside me," said Du Guhan.

  "Huh? Can't even handle a simple question from Zi Jian just now?" Chu Cheng raised an eyebrow.

  "He can." said Dugu Han.

  "Why can he and I cannot?" Chu Cheng asked.

  "He once suffered from one of my swords." said Dugu Han in a cold tone.

  "Huh? You want me to take your sword just so I can sit next to you?" Chu Cheng's tone was somewhat unpleasant.

  "Yes!" said Dugu Han.

  "Very well, I'll take your sword!" Chu Cheng burst out laughing: "I really want to see if your one sword is worthy of your arrogance!"

  He had already seen that Dugu Han, who was also the one who condensed nine drops of blood essence, was not one of the six or seven people he couldn't see through. Moreover, his seat was not in the front row, it was only one position ahead of Xiang Zijian. What's there to be afraid of?

  But at this time, Dugu Han slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze was even sharper than that of Zi Jian:

  "Take a sword from me, Zijian, and lie in bed for a whole month. Are you sure you want to take another one?"

  As soon as this was said, Chu Cheng suddenly felt that in Dugu Han's eyes, there was actually a flash of sword light. This person could almost be said to have already become one with his sword, he himself was an unsheathed precious sword!

  But how could Chu Cheng, who was so proud and aloof, be captured by his gaze?

  Chu Cheng stretched out his hand and said lightly: "Please!"

  Then he retreated three steps back and gave Dugu Han space to display his moves.

  He even put his right hand behind his back and only used his left hand in front, using one hand to receive Dugu Xian's sword!

  "Preposterous!"

  Dugu Han's eyes narrowed slightly, and the ancient sword behind him suddenly came out of its scabbard, revealing only an inch of its blade. A terrifying sword aura condensed on the blade.

  "What? Dugu Xian has actually drawn his sword?"

  "Dugu Hansheng was extremely proud and rarely drew his sword. As far as I know, Xiang Zijian once asked Dugu Hansheng to exchange a move, but Dugu Hansheng merely raised his sword and pointed it from thirty meters away, releasing a single ray of sword light that severely injured Xiang Zijian!"

  "What kind of person is Dugu Han? In the past five years, Chu State has produced ten extraordinary geniuses. And Dugu Han is said to be the most likely to condense the Blood Jade and become an extraordinary genius! As a Nine-Drop Blood Essence, the gap between him and others should not be too great!"

  "That Chu City is too arrogant! Thinking that defeating Xiang Zijian makes them invincible under heaven?"

  "He's in trouble, Dugu Xian is clearly enraged, and now he wants to take out an inch of his sword, to kill off his arrogance!"

  ……

  Many people don't think highly of Chu City, but Chu City doesn't seem to care at all.

  Because he knew that these gossipers were originally from the 26th floor, their vision was not necessarily high, and their strength was not even comparable to Zi Jian's, what qualifications did they have to judge him?

  Those who were originally on this level did not make a single comment.

  Even among them, only a few people showed interest in Chu City, while the others were completely indifferent.

  Du Guo Han is not even in their eyes, let alone Chu Cheng?

  Dugu Han's sword light condensed, but Chucheng still carried his right hand on his back, while his left hand grasped a blood-red long spear that appeared in his hand.

  This is not a tangible spear, but a Bloodfire Spear condensed from blood and fire.

  Chu Cheng's demeanor was high, but his heart was very steady, not daring to be the slightest bit careless. So this Blood Fire Long Gun had fully condensed seven points of blood fire, which was his all!

  Then, Chucheng gripped the Blood Fire Spear tightly and waited in a tight formation.

  Two breaths later, Dugu Han lightly opened his lips and said faintly: "Out!"

  The sword light that had been gathering on the blade suddenly turned and shot out, heading straight for Chu Cheng's throat!

  Chu Cheng immediately swung his long spear and thrust it forward with a move called "Poisonous Snake Spits Out Its Tongue", meeting the sword light head-on.

  The next moment, they met.

  Dugu Cold's sword light was extraordinary, and after coming into contact with the Blood Fire Long Gun, it actually pierced through the long gun directly, advancing bravely forward.

  However, that Blood Fire Spear is also not to be trifled with. The blood fire burns everything, and it can also burn this sword light.

  Every inch of progress is met with an inch of corrosion.

  Is the sword advancing quickly or being corroded quickly?

  Soon, the sword light pierced through the Blood Fire Spear, leaving less than a third of it remaining.

  At this moment, Chucheng concentrated his spirit and energy, and the left hand that had been withdrawn earlier formed a sword shape in front of his throat, blocking the sword light!

  If you look closely, you will find that there is also a light on Chu Cheng's fingers, which is indeed a faint light formed by gathering the protective treasure light all over his body!

  This faint light, its defensive power is high, compared to that previous Blood Fire Spear, it's not much weaker.

  At last, the sword light vanished into nothingness, and Chu City let out a sigh of relief.

  A drop of fresh blood quietly fell from his fingertips.

  This time, strictly speaking, he still lost.

  "I've lost." Chu Cheng shook his head and sighed.

  He's not a sore loser, he lost fair and square to his opponent's casual strike, with his treasured sword only out of its scabbard by an inch!

  It can be imagined that if the other party goes all out, they would have been beheaded long ago.

  Although I didn't use my full strength either, compared to the opponent, I was indeed much weaker.

  "Though defeated, still glorious. You have the qualifications to sit beside me." Du Guhan finally lifted his head and stared at Chu Cheng: "My sword is a good sword! You are not wronged!"

  This remark is quite meaningless and makes Du Gu Hong appear too arrogant.

  However, Huo Fengyu explained with a smile at this time:

  "Dugu Xian's Songwen ancient sword was personally forged by the Ninth Forging Master and is a top-notch Golden Elixir artifact. Although it's just a single sword beam, it's already no weaker than an ordinary treasured sword fully unsheathed. Chu Cheng, Dugu Xian meant that if he hadn't used the Songwen ancient sword, this one sword beam wouldn't have been able to hurt you, so don't be disheartened."

  "But a loss is still a loss. Dugu Han, next time, I will have a fair duel with you and see who wins or loses!" Chu Cheng said calmly.

  "Nine drops of blood essence, I can fight!" said Du Guo Han.

  The meaning is simple, wait until you have refined nine drops of blood essence in Chuyi City, and then you can fight with me.

  "Good!" Chu Cheng nodded without hesitation.