Jian Donglai stood in the air, staring at Nie Feng, who was flying towards him. His eyes flickered with a sharp light as he spoke in a powerful voice, "I am Jian Donglai, a disciple of the Realm Lord's Mansion's Sword Sect. I will not kill a nameless person. If you quickly retreat, I can spare your life!"
It was obvious that Jian Donglai did not place Sword Saint Nie Feng in his eyes at all.
As an Undying Realm expert, he had relied on his outstanding swordsmanship to dominate the Undying Realm for many years. He could be said to be invincible among his peers.
"He is not a nameless person. He is the Sword Saint of our Dragon Nest, Nie Feng!"
Hearing Jian Donglai's arrogant words, many of the Dragon Nest warriors on the city wall could not help but cheer loudly for Sword Saint Nie Feng.
"A mere Earth Star ant dares to call himself a Sword Saint? Today, let me tell you what the Way of the Sword is!"
Jian Donglai looked at Sword Saint Nie Feng with disdain in his eyes as he spoke in a cold voice.
"Clang!"
Sword Saint Nie Feng did not say anything. Instead, he pulled out his sword, Eagle's Cry.
As the longsword was unsheathed, a loud and clear eagle cry rang out. Sword Saint Nie Feng's aura skyrocketed as countless sword Qis revolved around his body, causing his long hair and clothes to flutter without any wind.
An illusory and mysterious eagle head appeared behind him. Its blood-red eyes were filled with a sharp light that could see through everything as it searched for the enemy's fatal weakness.
At this moment, Sword Saint Nie Feng's image instantly became incomparably tall, and the aura of an expert was completely revealed.
"Boom!"
Then, he suddenly waved the Eagle's Cry Sacred Sword in his hand, and a huge sword Qi that was like a blood-red silver moon shot straight at Jian Donglai.
"Insignificant skill!"
Seeing this, a sneer appeared on Jian Donglai's face as a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his palm and, under everyone's astonished gazes, directly grabbed the sword Qi that Sword Saint Nie Feng had slashed out, and then abruptly underwent nirvana.
The blood-red sword Qi turned into blood-red ice crystals that filled the sky and drifted down. It was filled with a different kind of beauty, giving Jian Donglai a mysterious and powerful appearance.
His simple and tyrannical move caused the pupils of many warriors in the Dragon Nest to involuntarily shrink. Their faces were filled with deep astonishment and shock.
"Lord Sword Saint Nie Feng's Eagle Cry Sword Qi was actually so easily blocked by that guy and crushed it with a single hand?"
"How can this be? Lord Sword Saint Nie Feng's sword qi has no effect on him?"
"That guy is clearly at the peak of the Undead Realm, exactly the same as Lord Nie Feng. Why do I feel that he is stronger than Lord Sword Sage Nie Feng?"
"Not good, when experts fight, momentum is important. Lord Nie Feng's momentum has already been suppressed."
The hearts of the Dragon Nest warriors on the alloy city walls were filled with shock and worry.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Sword Saint Nie Feng had already lost in terms of momentum.
"Not only is that guy a Sword Cultivator, but he also cultivates in the Way of Horizontal Refinement. He's a Body Cultivator. Just now, he blocked Sword Saint Nie Feng's Sword Qi with just his physical strength and crushed him. Sir Nie Feng's situation isn't looking good … "
The Star Emperor's Eye between Ye Xuan's brows quietly opened. A sharp light flashed within his eyes as he spoke in a low voice.
"Although that Jian Donglai is indeed very strong and cultivates the Way of the Sword, Nie Feng is not an ordinary person. There's no need to worry."
Hearing Ye Xuan's words, a faint smile appeared on Ye Sifeng's face as he consoled him.
A person who was able to make it onto the Top 100 Military Merit Rankings was definitely not an ordinary person. Ye Sifeng, Su Haoran, and the other upper echelons of the Dragon Nest had absolute confidence in Sword Saint Nie Feng.
"Roar!"
Seeing Jian Donglai block Sword Saint Nie Feng's attack in such a domineering manner and shatter his Sword Qi, the morale of the Hengyun Manor's army increased greatly. They swept away their previous dejection and let out excited roars.
In their opinion, Jian Donglai would definitely win this battle.
"Such a crude sword technique, such a blunt sword qi, and you dare to call yourself a Sword Saint? Don't make people laugh their teeth off here. I'll give you three breaths of time to keep your lowly life. Get the hell out of here! "
Jian Donglai stared at Sword Saint Nie Feng as he spoke in a cold and disdainful voice.
The enemy in front of him didn't even arouse the slightest bit of interest. He didn't even have the qualifications to draw his sword.
A sharp light flickered in Sword Saint Nie Feng's eyes, but he still didn't say anything. He took a step forward and stepped onto the clouds, thrusting the sword in his hand directly at Jian Donglai's heart.
Jian Donglai sneered as the disdain in his eyes grew even stronger. He had no intention of drawing his sword at all. Instead, he relied on his outstanding movement technique to dodge.
Sword Saint Nie Feng's expression was the same as ever, neither happy nor sad. He rapidly waved the sword in his hand, and the cry of an eagle resounded incessantly. The sword light flickered like a venomous snake, revealing its sharp fangs as it tore at Jian Donglai. However, Jian Donglai still had a playful smile on his face as he leisurely strolled around, calmly dodging.
Even if he encountered a sword technique that he couldn't dodge, he would rely on his powerful physical body and use his finger like a sword to block the attack. It could be said that he looked down on Sword Saint Nie Feng to the extreme, toying with him in the palm of his hand.
Even so, Jian Donglai still didn't feel satisfied. He laughed loudly, "Everyone, did you see that? This is the person known as the Sword Saint of his generation on Earth Star. So far, he has struck out a total of a hundred times, but unfortunately, he hasn't even touched the corner of my clothes … What a joke. In our planet, any ordinary sword cultivator's sword technique is more exquisite than his. Yet, such a person is called the Sword Saint by the ants on Earth Star. This is simply the biggest joke in the world!
"This is the enemy we will face. They are weak and arrogant, but they are just a bunch of trash who look at the sky from the bottom of a well. In the face of such an enemy, what reason do you have to be afraid? What reason do you have to think that we will fail? This war is destined to be our victory. They are destined to be trampled under our feet and become our slaves. "
"Haha, Lord Jian Donglai is right. What do we have to fear in the face of such ants?"
"How can such trash be called a Sword Saint? It's truly laughable.
It's the extreme … "
"The person who was called a Sword Saint by those guys on Earth Star is only at this level. Then, how strong can those guys on Earth Star be? Wouldn't it be easy for us to destroy them? "
Hearing Jian Donglai's words and looking at Nie Feng, who was being toyed with and bitterly suppressed by him, the faces of the soldiers of the Hengyun Manor were filled with playful smiles as they teased and disdainful words came out of their mouths.
Now that they'd completely recovered from the shock of Ye Xuan killing a million parasitic man-eaters by himself, they once again felt that they could do it. They felt that they were superior to others, and that the people of Earth Star were just a bunch of arrogant frogs at the bottom of a well.
"Jian Donglai, not bad!"
At this moment, Bai Tianying, who was standing behind the Lord of the Eternal Fortune Realm, commented.
"Normally, I didn't notice anything special about this kid. Today's performance was unexpected and has brought honor to our Hengyun Manor."
At this moment, Mei Tianqi also commented to Jian Donglai, "If this goes on, that ant from the dragon nest will be defeated very soon."
"Jian Donglai, reward him!"
A smile appeared on the face of the Lord of the Eternal Fortune Realm, Xiang Yuanchao, as he nodded his head in praise.
"After the battle, I will allow Jian Donglai to enter the Hidden Sword Pavilion to cultivate."
The Ghost Sword spoke up at this moment.
"Allowed!"
The Lord of the Eternal Fortune Realm, Xiang Yuanchao, replied indifferently.
From their point of view, there was no longer any suspense in this battle.
The two sides were simply not on the same level. Although Sword Saint Nie Feng's sword skills were fierce, they were unable to harm Jian Donglai in the slightest.
In this battle, Jian Donglai was already in an invincible position.
Compared to the cheers and ridicule on the side of the Hengyun Manor, the atmosphere on the side of the Dragon Nest was especially gloomy.
When Jian Donglai's provocative words and the ridicule of the Hengyun Manor's soldiers entered their ears, their expressions became especially ugly. They clenched their fists until they made 'ka ka' sounds, and they held back a mouthful of anger in their hearts.
However, none of them said anything. Every single one of them stared intently at the battlefield. They believed that the Sword Saint in their hearts would definitely not disappoint them.
From the beginning until now, Sword Saint Nie Feng's hand hasn't trembled at all. Furthermore, when he swung his sword, he still maintained the same frequency as before. Furthermore, no matter how Jian Donglai ridiculed him, Sword Saint Nie Feng's state of mind didn't waver in the slightest, and his expression didn't change in the slightest … If it was anyone else, they would have already been flustered and exasperated … Just his mental state of the way of the sword is already far superior to Jian Donglai's.
Ye Xuan relied on the Star Emperor's Eye to clearly see more things, and he quickly analyzed in his heart.
He then glanced at Su Haoran, Ye Sifeng, and the others. When he discovered that their faces didn't fluctuate in the slightest, he felt that Sword Saint Nie Feng would soon counterattack and slap his face.
"That stinky acrobat, is that all you have?"
Jian Donglai's finger was like a sword as he clamped down on the Eagle Cry Sacred Sword that Sword Saint Nie Feng was thrusting at him. A mocking voice came out of his mouth as a trace of coldness and impatience flashed in his eyes. "If you only have this little ability, then all of this should be over."
"Indeed, it's time to end it."
However, just as Jian Donglai finished speaking, Sword Saint Nie Feng, who had remained silent all this while, suddenly spoke up.
"Ruthless!"
As his words fell, the Eagle Cry Sacred Sword in his hand suddenly emitted a loud and clear sword cry. The blade of the sword instantly turned red. Sword Saint Nie Feng's arm suddenly trembled, and a wave of majestic energy spread out from his Eagle Cry Sacred Sword.
The sudden appearance of a huge force caused Jian Donglai's expression to change. Just as he was about to move, the Eagle Cry Sacred Sword that was caught between his fingers had already broken free from the restraints of his fingers and was piercing towards his throat.
Seeing this, Jian Donglai's expression turned cold. Just as he was about to dodge to the side, Sword Saint Nie Feng's hand that was holding the sword suddenly began to spin at high speed, creating a sword qi tornado that pierced towards Jian Donglai's chest at a speed ten times faster than before.
"How did his sword suddenly become so fast?"
"Damn it, I can't dodge it!"
Seeing the rapidly approaching Eagle Cry Sacred Sword, Jian Donglai's pupils shrank. Without a second thought, he crossed his arms and quickly blocked in front of him with astral energy.
"Puchi …"
In the next moment, a terrifying sword qi exploded. Jian Donglai spat out a mouthful of black blood and was sent flying under the astonished gazes of the Hengyun Manor warriors.
By the time he stabilized himself, his armguards had already been torn apart by the sword Qi, causing bloody scars to appear on them. The flexible armor on his chest had also been pierced by the sword Qi, leaving behind a bloody hole on his chest. Fresh blood flowed out ceaselessly, causing him to seem to be in an extremely sorry state.
It was obvious that Jian Donglai was already injured.
"You … Damn it!
"Lowering his head to look at the bloody hole in his chest, Jian Donglai's expression was extremely ugly. He clenched his fists so hard that crackling sounds could be heard. His gaze was fixed on Sword Saint Nie Feng, who was slowly walking over with a longsword in hand.
"I could have killed you with that strike just now, but since we're both sword cultivators, I'll give you a chance to draw your sword."
Sword Saint Nie Feng's long hair fluttered in the wind as he stood in the wind. He stared at Jian Donglai and spoke in a calm and indifferent voice.
"Hua!"
"What's going on? That guy actually said that he could kill Lord Jian Donglai with that strike? "
"Lord Jian Donglai clearly had the upper hand just now. Why did he suddenly fall into a disadvantageous position and is about to lose?"
"Madman, it was clearly Lord Jian Donglai who spared his dog life. He actually said that he could kill Lord Jian Donglai with a single strike, and even gave him the chance to draw his sword?"
"Shameless! Lord Jian Donglai, kill this guy!"
Hearing Sword Saint Nie Feng's words and seeing Jian Donglai retreat, the excited Hengyun Manor army had a look of astonishment on their faces.
Stunned and in an uproar, confused words came out of their mouths.
The smiles on the faces of Bai Tianying, Ghost Sword, Mei Tianqi, and the Realm Lord of the Hengyun Manor, Xiang Yuanchao, gradually disappeared. What replaced it was a cold and ugly expression, as if they had been slapped in the face.
"Sigh …" "What a pity. Sword Saint Nie Feng's sword strike could have killed that guy, but he actually gave him the chance to draw his sword."
Ye Xuan sighed lightly and said helplessly.
From his point of view, Sword Saint Nie Feng had suddenly attacked at ten times the speed, and Jian Donglai wouldn't have been able to dodge that strike. However, he had held back a trace of his strength in the end, and had only injured Jian Donglai, not taken his life. He had missed an opportunity for nothing.
If it was him, he definitely wouldn't have done this. Instead, he would have taken his life with a single strike.
"He purposely spared Jian Donglai's life and let him draw his sword. It's obvious that he wants to regain his lost face and win glory for our dragon nest at the same time. Moreover, as a sword cultivator, he should also want to see his opponent's sword skills."
Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Ye Sifeng, who understood Sword Saint Nie Feng extremely well, said with a smile.
"Give me a chance to draw my sword? Heh, very good! I will make you pay for your arrogance. "
A fierce light flashed in Jian Donglai's eyes as killing intent filled his body. He suddenly charged towards Sword Saint Nie Feng.
"Shua!"
Sword Saint Nie Feng's face did not change in the slightest as he also charged out like lightning.
The moment they charged out, the originally clear sky suddenly turned pitch black, as if it had been dyed black by ink. Only two figures could be seen running in the darkness.
"Swish …"
As they approached, the two of them drew their swords at the same time.
A resplendent sword light suddenly blossomed.
At this moment, the two figures that were charging out suddenly stopped.
Sword Qi crisscrossed. This sword seemed to split open the black clouds, and light reappeared.
Dazzling sunlight shone down from the clouds, landing on the bodies of Sword Saint Nie Feng and Jian Donglai.
Sword Saint Nie Feng held the scabbard in one hand, and the other hand maintained the posture of drawing his sword.
Jian Donglai held the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other. He pulled out the sword halfway, and the blade of the sword reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight.
"Who won?"
"Who won in the end?"
"Did Lord Jian Donglai win?"
Countless people stared blankly at Sword Saint Nie Feng and Jian Donglai, who had suddenly stopped in mid-air, as anxious words came out of their mouths.
"I gave you the chance to draw your sword, but unfortunately, you didn't even manage to do so in the end."
As the calm and indifferent voice rang out, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Sword Saint Nie Feng's motionless figure suddenly moved.
He didn't even look at Jian Donglai behind him. Instead, he walked straight towards the Dragon Nest camp.
"How … How could this be? You … How could you be so … So fast? "Puchi …"
Behind him, Jian Donglai lowered his head with difficulty and stared blankly at the sword in his hand that had yet to be drawn. His face was filled with disbelief as he spoke in a hoarse voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, his body trembled and a large amount of black blood sprayed out of his mouth. A sword wound appeared on his body, and he died. He fell from the sky and became an ice-cold corpse!
"Roar!"
"Won, we won, haha!"
"Sword Saint, Sword Saint!"
Looking at the fallen Jian Donglai and the triumphant return of the Sword Saint, Nie Feng, the warriors of the Dragon Nest felt their blood boil as they let out excited shouts.
The anger that they had been suppressing in their hearts had finally been vented out at this moment. They felt a sense of exhilaration.
"Clap, clap, clap …"
A smile of admiration appeared on Ye Xuan's face as he took the lead in applauding.
Sword Saint Nie Feng's victory in this battle could be said to be extremely glorious.
He had been maintaining the same frequency and the same strength with his sword since the beginning. His only goal was to numb Sword Saint Nie Feng, allowing him to adapt to his attack rhythm and frequency, and slowly assimilate the rhythm of his body's muscles.
When Jian Donglai had completely adapted to his attack rhythm and strength, he would catch him off guard and instantly launch a counterattack.
Even in the end, Jian Donglai didn't have the time to draw his sword, but Sword Saint Nie Feng had already drawn his sword and sheathed it.
His sword was faster and stronger than Jian Donglai's.
Such a method was truly admirable and breathtaking.
For a time, earth-shattering cheers and overwhelming applause rang out.
Sword Saint Nie Feng deserved his reputation!
"Men, give General Nie a seat!"
Su Hanyan's exquisite face was also full of smiles as she spoke with a smile.
"General Nie, please!"
Very quickly, someone moved a chair to Ye Xuan's side and poured him some wine. Sword Saint Nie Feng happily took his seat.
"How could this be? Lord Jian Donglai was actually defeated? "
"Damn it, why did it end like this?"
"Wasn't that guy being suppressed at the beginning?"
"We actually lost again?"
The morale of the Hengyun Manor's army was low. Their faces were dejected as words of disbelief came out of their mouths.
They found it hard to believe the scene before their eyes.
Jian Donglai's victory was clearly in sight, but in the end, he flipped the cart.
The Hengyun Manor had once again been slapped in the face.
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