Chapter 283: Sword Cutting Peach Blossom

Su Xiaomei looked excited and eager to try.

However, she didn't act immediately.

Her big eyes darted slightly, she said "Please!", and then stood still.

For some reason, Shuo Feng also chose not to act.

Instead, he too stood motionless, not moving for a long time.

Zhang Haobo looked at the two suspiciously, wondering what they were up to.

After a long while, a hint of awkwardness appeared on Shuo Feng's face: "Xiaomei, didn't you say you wanted to fight me? Why aren't you making a Move?"

Su Xiaomei replied earnestly: "My elder brother often teaches me that when outside, I should respect the old and cherish the young. You are so much older than me, so I must let you make the first Move before I counterattack!"

Shuo Feng seemed to be stunned by Su Xiaomei's words, freezing slightly.

Then he said with a solemn expression: "I understand your intention. However, I can barely be considered half an elder to you, so of course, I should yield to a Junior a bit."

"You make the first Move!"

"No, no, no, you first…"

"You first!"

…

Zhang Haobo looked at the bizarre scene of the two mutually yielding, and his expression couldn't help but become strange.

"This one named Shuo Feng…"

Recalling his constant provocation of Shen Yurou earlier, and the look of disappointment on his face when he saw that she had no intention of acting, Zhang Haobo seemed to understand.

"Alright, it seems Xiaomei, you've figured it out. The Cultivation Technique I cultivate is a bit special." After a while, seeing that the two were still at a stalemate, Shuo Feng no longer concealed it.

He admitted: "If I am not attacked by others, I cannot make the first Move. So, please, Xiaomei, you go first!"

Su Xiaomei had an 'I knew it' look, somewhat smug.

But then, she became serious.

A faint layer of crimson flames appeared on her body; she had actually used her Foundation Establishment spiritual object, the "Spirit Rage Fire," right from the start.

The air twisted, and in an instant, Su Xiaomei vanished from her original spot.

At the same time, six identical figures appeared beside Shuo Feng.

They all looked like Su Xiaomei, but the expressions on their faces varied.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, contemplation, worry.

Even the flames on their bodies displayed different colors.

The six Clones surrounded Shuo Feng, each using close-quarters Moves with fists, palms, fingers, legs, elbows, and shoulders.

Mixed with colorful flames, they were about to strike Shuo Feng's body.

"Flashy!"

Shuo Feng's voice rang out at this moment.

A white light flashed.

It cut through the air in several zigzags.

"Bang!"

Before anyone knew what happened, Su Xiaomei's six Clones were all struck instantly.

They paused in mid-air for a moment, then emitted bursts of Qi explosions and were sent flying at an alarming speed.

"Is that all…"

Shuo Feng's words were not finished when the six flying figures suddenly disappeared.

They reappeared beside Shuo Feng.

And, their speed remained unchanged.

Only the direction changed to charging towards Shuo Feng.

Another white light flashed.

The six flying figures were sent flying again.

Their speed was even faster than before.

But it was useless.

Just a moment later, Su Xiaomei's flying figures, carrying boiling flames, returned to approach Shuo Feng at an even faster speed.

What awaited them was still a dazzling white light.

They were sent flying again.

…

The battle continuously cycled in this manner.

Su Xiaomei's Clones attacked faster and faster.

And the white light from Shuo Feng appeared more and more frequently.

At this point, Zhang Haobo, who had been observing for a long time, finally saw the clue.

That white light was a sword.

A Wooden Sword.

Every time the white light appeared, it was the Wooden Sword flashing.

Then Shuo Feng used the flat of the sword to gently tap Su Xiaomei's body.

"This speed…" Zhang Haobo was deeply shaken.

Looking at Shuo Feng's effortless demeanor, it was clear he wasn't using his full strength.

Even so, the power he displayed was extremely terrifying.

Zhang Haobo wondered if he were to switch places with Su Xiaomei at this moment, he would likely be defeated within these few short Moves.

"However, Xiaomei also seems to be holding back…"

In the center of the battlefield, Shuo Feng seemed to have grown tired of this back-and-forth game.

"Not bad. But it ends here!"

His expression became stern, and this time, he used the edge of his sword.

White light flashed, slicing across the six Clones in succession in an instant.

Countless silver lines burst from within their bodies.

In a flash, the Clones were cut into countless fragments.

Scattered all over the ground.

However, neither Zhang Haobo nor Shuo Feng showed any change in expression.

"Hehe!"

"Woo woo!"

"Ah!"

…

All sorts of sounds emanated from the fragments.

As if they each had their own consciousness, they wriggled on the ground, moving towards each other.

A moment later, they reformed into six Clones.

After "resurrection," their respective expressions seemed a bit richer.

"A bit interesting." Shuo Feng, who was once again surrounded, finally showed a serious expression.

Six identical Wooden Swords instantly appeared beside him.

They met Su Xiaomei's six Clones respectively.

While blocking the Clones, Shuo Feng scanned his surroundings, seemingly searching for something.

A moment later, a smile appeared on his face.

The next instant, Shuo Feng appeared six zhang to his left, in a seemingly empty spot.

Another Wooden Sword was in his hand, and he gently swung it forward.

A hidden figure was suddenly struck out by Shuo Feng.

However, the next second, the smile on Shuo Feng's face disappeared.

Because the hidden figure had an expression full of worry on its face.

It wasn't the main body, but the Worry Clone!

Slicing the Clone to pieces with one sword, Shuo Feng looked back at where the six Clones had been.

He saw Su Xiaomei's true body mischievously winking at him.

Shuo Feng remained expressionless, and the six Wooden Swords moved, instantly cutting the six bodies in half.

"Where else can you escape to?"

Shuo Feng looked at the fragments of the seven figures in total, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Escape? From the very beginning, I've been right here."

As if in response to his words, Su Xiaomei's voice sounded from behind Shuo Feng.

Her eyes turned crimson, and the fragments scattered across the battlefield suddenly disappeared, returning to her main body.

Six different expressions rapidly changed on her face.

Finally settling on anger.

Then, her Aura surged, and her innate Divine Ability activated.

The crimson in her eyes spread, dyeing her hair red.

Eight times her strength, suddenly erupted.

Su Xiaomei punched Shuo Feng hard!

However…

A light circulated on Shuo Feng's blue cloth robe.

He himself remained motionless.

Only the corner of his clothing fluttered.

Shuo Feng's expression did not change in the slightest.

Only, a sword shadow suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Just then, Su Xiaomei sighed repeatedly: "I'm not fighting anymore! It's boring!"

Shuo Feng's movements paused slightly.

He then turned his head to look back in the direction of the Stone Mountain from which he came.

The world seemed to brighten by a few points in an instant.

A sword light, flew away into the distance.

"Boom!"

It seemed to have struck something.

A rumbling sound and muffled groans faintly came.

Looking at the few peach blossoms slowly falling in the distance, Shuo Feng snorted coldly, closed his eyes, and put away his sword.

…

In the tianxuan mirror, Li Fan, who had witnessed the entire battle, couldn't help but praise.

"Good Dao Sword!"