Chapter 15
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As soon as Spring Rain came out, everyone in the audience felt as if a spring breeze was blowing on their faces, making them feel refreshed.
"What is this? Sword intent? How can it be as gentle as the Spring Rain? "
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
"It's so magical!"
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Everyone in the audience was in disbelief. Even Xuan Bing, who was below the arena, was dumbfounded.
"Is this still a swordsmanship?"
Xuan Bing started practicing swordsmanship when he was four years old. He had been practicing swordsmanship for 15 years and had never seen such a magical swordsmanship. Compared to Ye Fanchen's move, he felt that he had been practicing swordsmanship in the wrong direction.
"Swordsmanship is ever-changing. How can there be a way?"
Ye Fanchen's words appeared in his mind again.
Indeed, swordsmanship was ever-changing. It could be as sharp as a blade or as gentle as a spring breeze.
"This person hid his true strength!"
Xuan Bing muttered to himself. He recalled what he had taught Ye Fanchen during the battle and his face turned red.
The people who were most shocked by Ye Fanchen's Spring Rain were A White-bearded Old Man and the black-robed, middle-aged man.
"This is? Luo Chen Swordsmanship? This kid is also practicing Luo Chen Swordsmanship? "
The black-robed, middle-aged man looked at Ye Fanchen in the arena and recognized the swordsmanship that no one else knew. He was surprised and sent a message to A White-bearded Old Man with his Divine Sense.
However, A White-bearded Old Man did not reply to him. The cynical look on his face was gone. He was trembling with excitement and his eyes were red.
"Sword intent turns into Spring Rain. Heaven's will turns everything!"
"Spring Rain! This is the real Spring Rain! "
A White-bearded Old Man was so excited that his face turned red. It was as if he had seen a miracle. He could not stop his tears.
"Vice Principal, what is going on?"
The black-robed middle-aged man looked at A White-bearded Old Man with a puzzled expression. He didn't understand A White-bearded Old Man's words.
He came to this Desert College 40 years ago to be a teacher. He had been with A White-bearded Old Man for 40 years, but he had never seen him so excited.
Even the birth of A White-bearded Old Man's grandson had not made him as excited as he was now.
"He's not using the Dustfall Sword Technique! It's the Luo River Sword Art! "The white-bearded elder said.
Hearing this, the black-robed middle-aged man couldn't help sucking in a breath of cold air. His pupils suddenly widened, and his face was filled with disbelief.
Luo River Sword Technique! Qingyun Xian Zun's famous peerless swordsmanship! Ten thousand years ago, it was lost with the death of Qingyun Xian Zun. How could it appear again?
"Qingyun Xian Zun's Luo River Sword Technique? How could this be? Isn't this the Dustfall Sword Technique? "The black-robed middle-aged man asked with a puzzled expression.
"The predecessor of the Luo River Sword Technique was the Dustfall Sword Technique of the Dustfall Mountain! Before Qingyun Xian Zun became a Celestial Venerable, he entered the Dustfall Mountain and learned the Dustfall Sword Technique. After he became a Celestial Venerable, he improved this sword technique and merged it with Qingyun Xian Zun's own Dao, directly upgrading the high-grade Dustfall Sword Technique to the Supreme-Grade! It was renamed Luo River! "
A White-bearded Old Man spoke frankly with a face full of reverence, as if he was narrating a legend.
"The Luo River Sword Technique and the Dustfall Sword Technique seem similar, but in essence, they are like heaven and earth. According to the ancient books I've read over the years, this youth is using the first move of the Luo River Sword Technique, Spring Rain! "
"That's impossible!" The black-robed middle-aged man shook his head in disbelief.
"This is definitely the Luo River Sword Technique! When I first learned the Dustfall Sword Technique, it was to follow in Qingyun Xian Zun's footsteps! Naturally, it was to understand what kind of scene Qingyun Xian Zun's Luo River Sword Technique looked like. The Dustfall Sword Technique can't display that kind of scene no matter what! "
A White-bearded Old Man was extremely excited. Tears flowed down his cheeks. There was sadness in his tears, but more than that, there was joy.
He was a fanatical follower of the Azure Cloud Sword Venerable, and Qingyun Xian Zun was his faith.
He had practiced for a full fifty years, but he still hadn't comprehended Qingyun Xian Zun's Dao.
Now that he saw a youth using the long-lost Qingyun Xian Zun's Dustfall Sword Technique, how could he not be excited?
"I, Li Mubai, have no regrets seeing this sword technique in my life!"
A White-bearded Old Man sighed. The black-robed middle-aged man looked at the masked youth on the stage with a face full of emotions.
In the arena, Ye Fanchen was also feeling emotional.
In the past, he had only used the first move of the Luo Water Sword Technique. This was the first time he had fully executed the Luo Water Sword Technique after his rebirth.
It had been ten thousand years. Using the Luo Water Sword Technique again after ten thousand years, this feeling was so wonderful. It was like meeting an old friend who had not seen each other for ten thousand years.
"Hmph! Swordsmanship was nothing but gaudy! The saber was the weapon of death! Let me use the Double Dragon Saber in my hand to break your fancy swordsmanship! "Situ Ning snorted coldly and said disdainfully.
"Mad Dragon's Three Blades! The first slash! "
As soon as he finished speaking, Situ Ning slashed at Ye Fanchen.
All of a sudden, Ye Fanchen felt a tyrannical aura rush towards him. Two faintly discernible golden dragons wrapped around the dual dragon sabers in Situ Ning's hands and rushed towards Ye Fanchen!
All the Martial Disciples in the audience held their breaths as they stared intently at the stage.
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Even Xuan Bing was inexplicably nervous. He had seen the power of the Mad Dragon's Three Blades. Although Ye Fanchen's swordsmanship was wonderful, he was not confident that he could win.
In the entire arena, only A White-bearded Old Man's expression changed. His face was full of worry.
He was not worried about Ye Fanchen. He was worried about Situ Ning!
"Situ Ning is a good seedling! But he can't resist the Luo Water Sword Technique that Qingyun Xian Zun had passed down to him! "
A White-bearded Old Man said to the black-robed middle-aged man in a low voice. He turned his body and prepared to move to save Situ Ning.
At this moment, Ye Fanchen made his move!
Ye Fanchen's eyes turned cold. He waved the Violet Sun Sword and rushed towards Situ Ning!
At the same time! The swordsmanship around him was like a spring rain. It instantly turned into thousands of needle-like swords and whizzed towards Situ Ning!
Seeing this, Situ Ning was stunned. For a moment, he had the illusion that he was facing thousands of soldiers and horses. But this illusion only stayed in his mind for less than a second.
"Fancy swordsmanship!"
Situ Ning's eyes flashed. His naked upper body shook violently as he slashed out with his saber! In the next second, he slashed out a second time!
All the Martial Disciples in the audience were confused, but Xuan Bing was shocked!
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