"How is this possible?!"
Ding Yuan's mind trembled as he stared at each of Yang Qingxuan's sword strikes carefully, afraid that he would miss the slightest detail.
These words danced for a full ten days. When the last sword strike ended, Yang Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back and let out a long sigh.
Then, he stood there silently, full of melancholy.
"What are you sighing about?"
Ding Yuan finally couldn't bear it anymore. He flew out from the void and landed in front of the jade platform.
Yang Qingxuan sighed. "I can't master this sword manual anymore. I've been comprehending it for almost three months, but I've only reached this level. Moreover, the things I can comprehend are getting less and less. It's difficult to improve further."
Ding Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood. Boundless rage burned in his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to cut him down with his sword!
It took him almost thirty years to comprehend to this level. He only used three months, and he was still not satisfied. He even had the urge to kill him!
He flicked his sleeves and shouted, "Watch this sword!"
A dazzling sword appeared in his hand, and he stabbed forward.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked, and his eyes widened. Ding Yuan's sword strike contained an extremely domineering sword intent. He knew that Ding Yuan was testing him, and he couldn't help but feel delighted. He immediately drew his Evil-Slaying Sword and met the attack.
Bam!
Both swords vibrated, and the same sword intent spread out between the two of them, shooting out in all directions.
Ding Yuan suppressed his power to the True Martial Initial Stage, and they were actually evenly matched.
Both of their expressions changed. One of them was happy, the other was angry. They flew away and once again used their sword techniques to meet the attack.
Bam! Bam!
Several strikes were exchanged in an instant, and the terrifying sword intent rippled out in all directions.
The jade platform, the rubbing paper, and even the desolate stone gradually disappeared as the two of them exchanged blows, returning to the bamboo forest.
Sword strikes flew wildly, and large swaths of bamboo were cut down. The bamboo leaves were swept into the air by the sword intent, and then turned into a rain of leaves that rained down.
Yang Qingxuan's sword technique was extremely fast, and it stabbed toward Ding Yuan's forehead. Halfway there, it suddenly changed direction and slashed toward Ding Yuan's left shoulder.
Ding Yuan shouted, "Come!"
His body swayed slightly, and he dodged the attack. Then, he counterattacked several times, each strike faster than the last.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
Yang Qingxuan did not dare to take the attack head-on. He retreated several steps before he was able to resolve the attack.
As soon as Ding Yuan gained the upper hand, he refused to let go and launched a rapid attack. The great string of sword intent was noisy like a torrential downpour, while the small string was like a whisper. It was both fast and slow, making it impossible for others to comprehend.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He could only use speed to fight speed. Using the Sword Steps Movement Technique, he barely managed to deal with it.
If Ding Yuan had suppressed him with the strength of the Origin Martial Arts Realm, it would have been normal for him to lose. However, at this moment, Ding Yuan had suppressed his cultivation to the early stage of the True Martial Arts Realm and still had the upper hand, which made Yang Qingxuan feel unconvinced.
"A little bit of Great Spirit can bring you joy for a thousand miles!"
The Evil-Slaying Sword shuddered, and a series of sword sparks flew into the air before dispersing into the surroundings. Moreover, there was an anguished wail emanating from the sword that tugged at one's heartstrings.
"Alright!"
Ding Yuan praised loudly. Similarly, he swung his sword and chopped down vertically from the sky!
"Bang!"
Sword light surged and dissipated into sword winds, causing their robes to flutter wildly.
Ding Yuan's sword was relatively broad. He pressed down hard, and his Genuine Qi burst out, forcing Yang Qingxuan to take a few steps back.
Just as the two of them were exchanging blows, two people silently appeared in the sky. Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng looked down at the battle below with astonishment in their eyes.
"How is this possible? Yang Qingxuan is only at a slight disadvantage. This, this … "
Qing Buli was dumbstruck and unable to speak for a long time.
Lu Jiangpeng's eyes lit up. "How terrifying!" he exclaimed in shock. "He's facing the number one swordsman of the Northern Five Nations at the same cultivation base, yet he's still undefeated after several hundred exchanges."
"Ding Yuan's sword intent is still stronger than Yang Qingxuan's," Qing Buli said solemnly. "But this … this is too absurd. How can Yang Qingxuan's sword intent be so powerful?"
"Prodigy! He's a prodigy!"
Lu Jiangpeng said excitedly. "In just three months, he's grasped the sword intent that Ding Yuan took thirty years to master!"
Yang Qingxuan and Ding Yuan's battle had reached its climax. More than half of the vast bamboo forest had been destroyed, and sword energy was everywhere. The two of them fought faster and faster.
Ding Yuan's every strike was like several swords simultaneously, so fast that it was suffocating.
Yang Qingxuan was being pressured to the point that he could hardly breathe. He could only feel that there were sword shadows all around him. Every sword was aimed at his vital acupoints. All he could do was to wave his sword to block and dodge at the same time. If he was not careful, he would be injured by the sword.
The two of them exchanged over a thousand blows. Ding Yuan's advantage continued to grow, and Yang Qingxuan was at a disadvantage. Exhausted, he could only defend himself. He had no strength to fight back.
The sun was setting in the west, and the moon was high in the sky. The sky above them had turned dark blue, but the sword light in the bamboo forest was like a long snake swallowing and hissing.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The frequency at which the two swords clashed became more and more frequent. Both of their faces were deathly pale as they had expended a large amount of their true essence. As the sky darkened, the Evil-Slaying Sword began to wail incessantly. Yang Qingxuan was starting to get a little frustrated.
"This old man's swordsmanship is natural and as fast as lightning. His sword intent is continuous and flawless. He has already grasped the essence of the sword manual and is completely superior to me. It looks like I'm going to lose for sure."
Yang Qingxuan lamented in his heart, but his admiration for Ding Yuan also grew. He pushed aside all thoughts of victory and focused on the battle. There was nothing else in his eyes aside from his sword.
His impatience was gone, and his sword intent became even more stable. Although he couldn't break through Ding Yuan's sword intent, he was able to defend himself with ease.
Yang Qingxuan was depressed, but Ding Yuan was so depressed that he wanted to bang his head against a wall.
He had thought that this would be a simple battle and that he would be able to win after a few dozen exchanges. However, after several hours and over a thousand exchanges, he still only had the upper hand. Although Yang Qingxuan's sword intent wasn't as unbridled as his own, it was still extremely rhythmic and impenetrable.
After over three hundred exchanges, Ding Yuan also realized that this was going to be a difficult battle. It would be impossible to determine the victor without a few thousand exchanges.
Therefore, he calmed himself down and maintained the upper hand. Moreover, he continued to expand his advantage.
As the sky darkened, the two of them exchanged over four to five thousand exchanges. Yang Qingxuan's defenses became weaker and weaker, and he was in danger several times. He relied on his strange movement techniques to escape, but his robes were also sliced apart by Ding Yuan's sword intent.
"Elder Lu, how long do you think Yang Qingxuan can last?" Qing Buli asked.
Lu Jiangpeng's expression darkened. He looked up at the sky and sighed. "I don't think he can last until dawn."
Qing Buli nodded. "You and I share the same opinion. Actually, Yang Qingxuan's swordsmanship is flawless, or else Ding Yuan wouldn't have been unable to take him down for so long. He lost because of his immersion in sword intent. After all, he's not as experienced as Ding Yuan. "
Lu Jiangpeng's eyes lit up. "Ding Yuan is the number one swordsman of the Northern Five Nations. It's already incredible that he can fight to this extent at the same realm."
Qing Bu Li nodded in agreement with him.
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