Chapter 397: Father's Responsibility, Ning Ping'an and Gongsun Cuo's Sword Duel

"Father, since you were the one who facilitated this matter, you should make the decision today."

After saying this, Mo Quan left the Taiwei Mansion directly. He knew that his father just couldn't swallow this breath. To put it bluntly, he was stubborn. He felt that he had gone to the Ci family to cancel the engagement. If he really agreed to this marriage again, he would lose face.

Of course, these are all Mo Quan's guesses about his father's thoughts. Only Mo Taiwei knows what he is thinking.

"If the two get married, Yao'er will not have parents to witness it, and no natal family to send her off. How can this marriage be concluded?"

Mo Taiwei's tone was full of sarcasm, and then he lowered his head to think, muttering something in his mouth, but Mo Quan couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Father, if Yao'er really wants to marry Ci Song, I will agree." Mo Quan replied.

"What? Mo Quan, you are rebelling!" Mo Taiwei didn't expect that his son, who had always been obedient, would actually go against his wishes.

"Father, don't forget that Yao'er is my Moquan's daughter, and Ci Song is also Yao'er's favorite person. As long as the two of them love each other, how can I, as Yao'er's biological father, break up the couple?"

Moquan slowly raised his head, looked at his father, and said word by word, "Besides, I don't want Yao'er to become a trading item for you to cling to the power of Wendao."

"You!"

After hearing this, Mo Taiwei was speechless for a moment. He didn't expect that his son, who usually looked very honest, would dare to talk to him like this today.

He stared at Moquan angrily, but Moquan was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked at his father very calmly. As Mo Yao's father, he should fulfill his responsibilities as a father and let his daughter pursue her own happiness.

"Hmph! I have my own decision on this matter. The ancestor has broken through to the semi-saint and has been included in the Hall of the First Master. There is a semi-saint in his general's mansion, and there is also one in my Taiwei's mansion!"

After saying this, Mo Taiwei directly left with a wave of his sleeves. He didn't want to say another word to his son at all.

Mo Quan looked at his father's departing back, sighed deeply, and said to himself: "Yao'er, don't worry, with your father here, your marriage will be decided by you."

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Seven days later, in the martial arts arena of the Ci Family General's Mansion, Ning Ping'an and Gongsun Cuo stood on the stage and looked at each other.

Ning Ping'an was wearing a green dress and holding a blue long sword in his hand. The sword seemed to have a spirit. With his breathing, the sword light on the sword body became brighter, like the bright stars in the night sky. His sword pointed to the ground, seemingly casually, but it seemed that even the earth could feel the sharp sword energy, as if it would be easily pierced by it if it was touched.

Gongsun Cuo was wearing a white dress, and the long sword in his hand was relatively flat, as straight as a ruler. Although his sword did not have a gorgeous appearance, the fierce momentum made people dare not underestimate it.

Ci Qibai, Ci Song, Shi Yue and others sat on the high platform of the martial arts arena. The lower part of the martial arts arena, which was usually "sparsely populated", was now full of people. It can be said that all the people with cultivation in the general's mansion came here. And they all came to watch Gongsun Cuo and Ning Ping'an fight to see who can be called "the best sword in the world".

During the confrontation between the two, the atmosphere was so solemn that even the air seemed to freeze. The audience held their breath, fearing to miss any details.

"Junior brother, your cultivation is slightly inferior to mine, but I still need some means to defeat you." Gongsun Cuo spoke lightly, with a bit of caution in his voice.

Ning Ping'an did not speak, but just stared at Gongsun Cuo quietly, as if looking for the opponent's flaws, and then held the long sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Gongsun Cuo, "Senior brother, please teach me."

Gongsun Cuo heard the words and swung the sword directly at Ning Ping'an, the sword energy was crisscrossed, like a silver streak cutting through the sky, whistling towards Ning Ping'an.

Ning Ping'an's eyes condensed, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faint afterimage. Gongsun Cuo raised his eyebrows, swung his long sword, and a more fierce sword energy instantly slashed at the afterimage.

"Clang!"

The sword energy hit the afterimage, making a crisp metal collision sound, and Ning Ping'an's figure appeared in everyone's sight again, and he had come to Gongsun Cuo's side. He raised the long sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy went straight to Gongsun Cuo.

Gongsun Cuo dodged the attack sideways, shook the long sword, and a sword energy greeted Ning Ping'an. The two people's sword moves intertwined, and the sword energy in the martial arts field was as fierce as a storm.

Everyone was dazzled and couldn't help but be impressed by the swordsmanship of the two. Their swordsmanship has reached the realm of perfection, and every move and every style is full of power and beauty.

The two did not use any talent, and what they competed was their understanding of swordsmanship.

Gongsun Cuo used the "horizontal sword method", with the long sword in his hand opening and closing, and each sword seemed to be able to cut off the mountains and rivers, with amazing power.

Ning Ping'an responded with the "vertical sword method", with a light and elegant sword method, and continuous sword moves, like flowing clouds and water, but each sword was also extremely sharp, and every time it passed, it would leave several sword marks on the ground.

The two swords collided with each other, making a series of crisp metal collision sounds. Their figures moved quickly in the martial arts field, and the sword light flashed, dazzling people.

"Teacher and Grandpa Cuo's understanding of swordsmanship is too terrifying."

Ci Song looked at the two people fighting on the stage, his eyes full of shock. He thought that he had already mastered the essence of "vertical sword method" and "horizontal sword method". He only needed time and hard practice to reach a terrifying realm. But when Ci Song saw the "vertical" and "horizontal" sword methods used by Ning Ping'an and Gongsun Cuo, he was simply a small witch meeting a big witch. He even felt that even if the two people on the stage did not use any talent, they could easily defeat him in his strongest state with just swordsmanship.

"Yes, both gentlemen are rare people who use swords to write ink. They have a thousand connections with swords. Their understanding of swordsmanship has reached a level that is difficult for literati who use other methods to write ink to reach. This is why the two gentlemen are called the world's first sword and the world's second sword." Shi Yue nodded, his eyes full of admiration.

Ci Qibai was silent. He only had Ning Ping'an and Gongsun Cuo on the stage in his eyes. This was not the first time he saw these two brothers fighting. For them, this scene was just a warm-up.

As time went by, the two's swordsmanship became faster and faster, and the connection between sword moves became smoother and smoother. Their figures moved quickly in the martial arts arena, as if two lightning bolts were intertwined in the night sky.

Soon, the two lightning bolts collided, and the long swords in the hands of the two men collided again, making a deafening noise. The sword energy was overflowing, and the air in the martial arts arena seemed to be shaken by this force.

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