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In a martial exchange, other than cultivation and techniques, the most important thing was courage. One was afraid of death, the other one was not. The one who was afraid of death would be at a disadvantage.

Regardless of cultivation or technique, Xiao Laoer was superior to Long Xiao Yun, yet he was continuously being pushed back by Long Xiao Yun. The main reason was that he was afraid of death. On the other hand, the suicidal Long Xiao Yun didn't have any burdens in his heart, so his attacks were very smooth. One strike after another, one move after another, completely suppressed Xiao Lao San.

Such a one-sided situation had surprised everyone, especially Lu Hanyang. He knew better than anyone else how capable Xiao Laohai was. His strength was definitely above Long Xiao Yun's, but he had been beaten to such a state. As a bystander, Lu Hanyang naturally understood that Xiao Lao San was not truly no match for Long Xiao Yun, but rather was afraid of death.

If this continued, even if Xiao Laoer did not lose, he would not be able to win against Long Xiao Yun. This was not what Lu Hanyang wanted. For now, he would need to personally take action. However, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Lu Hanyang did not dare to interfere. He had to find a very good opportunity to not let anyone catch him red-handed.

"Old Xiao, why don't you fight back? Don't only know how to dodge. If you keep fighting like this, then there's no point. Why don't you surrender!" Losing to the hands of I, Long Juyun, is not a disgrace! " As Long Xiao Yun attacked, he continued to provoke Old Xiao. There were two results. One was to completely crush Xiao Laoer and destroy his psychological defenses, and the other was to get Xiao Laoer to pull himself together and have a good fight.

However, Long Xiao Yun had already seen through Old Xiao's intentions. His cultivation and sword skills were pretty good, and the only drawback was his courage. If he had the courage, how would he have been forced to such a state by the Dragon's Roar? But if Xiao Laoer were to admit defeat to Long Xiao Yun in front of so many people, he definitely wouldn't be able to do so. He was willing to be beaten by Long Xiao Yun until he couldn't move, but he also didn't want to lose face.

Seeing how the second elder Xiao was silent, Long Xiao Yun guessed what he was thinking. If things dragged on like this, no one would benefit from it, so Long Xiao Yun decided to go all out and completely defeat Xiao Lao San.

"If you don't retaliate, then don't blame me for being impolite!" Long Xiao Yun's attacks were even more ferocious, and the power of each strike was stronger than the previous one. Xiao Laoer retreated a few steps back, his pain was indescribable. Every time he received the saber from Long Xiao Yun, it was a test, a torment for him.

Not only that, a clash of blades would definitely cause damage to the blade. Under the relentless attacks of Long Xiao Yun, Xiao Lao San's sword was filled with cuts and bruises. As he looked again, the Sickle of the God of Death in Long Xiao Yun's hand was still as sharp as ever. In other words, the Sickle of the God of Death in Long Xiao Yun's hand was much more exquisite than the sharp sword in Xiao Laoyang's hand.

A weapon is not only a symbol of a fighter's identity, but also his best partner and assistant." A good weapon could completely increase a martial artist's strength by a level, and could even be multiplied by several times. Therefore, possessing a divine weapon was the dream of all practitioners.

Weapons were forged by humans. Depending on the materials, different grades of blacksmiths would use different grades for their weapons. The kitchen knives and wood knives used by normal families were just the most ordinary tools. Any blacksmith could forge them.

As for normal cultivators, naturally, ordinary knives could not enter their eyes, so there was a blacksmith who specialized in making weapons. Most warriors had iron grade weapons, which were divided into nine levels. Each level up required twice the materials and manpower required, so the sharpness and toughness of the weapons were also different.

The sharp sword in Old Xiao's hand was at the ninth level of Refined Iron, the highest level weapon. It could be considered a fairly good weapon. However, against Long Xiao Yun's Sickle of the God of Death, the sharp sword that Xiao Lao San thought he was very good at was now riddled with wounds and wounds. It was clear that Long Xiao Yun's Sickle of the God of Death was of a higher grade.

Generally speaking, above the [Refined Iron] realm, there were four other levels. They were the Sun, Moon, Star, and the Stellar, respectively. Each level was also divided into nine levels. However, Long Xiao Yun's Sickle of the God of Death didn't seem to be damaged at all when he was fighting Old Xiao's sword. It could be seen that it was at least at Chen-rank.

However, this was not strange. Long Xiao Yun's Sickle of the God of Death came from the Black Sickle, one of the three most powerful assassins in Yan City. As a top assassin, the weapons he used were naturally not that bad. Chen-level weapons were the best choice.

In front of other high grade weapons, a Chen-grade weapon was nothing. However, the higher grade the weapon, the rarer it was, and the higher its price. Refined Iron level weapon was at least 1 gold coin, medium 10 gold coins, and Chen-level weapon's starting price was 100 gold coins. This showed the scarcity of high grade weapon.

Star weapons could not be bought by ordinary people. They were worth thousands of gold, and only wealthy families could possess them.

Only some large sects could afford to use it. Moreover, not just anyone could use it. If one's cultivation base was not high enough, it would be impossible to use its full power.

As for the legendary Sun Rank weapon, it was only a legend. In the entire Eastern Continent, no one had ever heard of anyone possessing a Sun Rank weapon.

Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary warriors, owning a Chen-level weapon was already a new level of respect. There was no definite conclusion as to what rank the Sickle of the God of Death in Long Xiao Yun's hand was. With it alone, he could absorb the ghosts of his enemies and make Long Xiao Yun use the skill Ghostly Fear. It was definitely not lower than rank 5.

The swords in Xiao Laoer's hands were full of holes, causing him to feel heartache. These weapons were Grade 9 Refined Iron weapons that he had spent 50 gold for, yet they had been ruined to such an extent. It was one thing if they didn't dare to fight Long Xiao Yun, but what was the point of continuing to fight him if they even lost to him?

Towards the Sickle of the God of Death, both Xiao Laoer and Lu Hanyang had already had a bad feeling about it. While Long Xiao Yun was out working, they had thought of stealing his Sickle of the God of Death several times, but for some reason, whenever they touched it, they would feel an inexplicable sense of fear and panic, as if they had seen a ghost.

Because of this, Long Xiao Yun put the Sickle of the God of Death on the bed without worrying about Lu Hanyang and the other two stealing it.

"You're still not admitting defeat? "Then I'll help you!" Long Xiao Yun also realized that Xiao Lao San's sword was almost unable to hold on, so he might as well take the opportunity to destroy it. Thus, Long Xiao Yun used his head to slash again. Xiao Lao San had no other choice but to use his sword to block!

"Clang!" With a crisp sound, the sharp sword in Old Xiao's hand was sliced into two by the Sickle of the God of Death! The entire audience suddenly fell silent!