"I'll give you a handicap of three moves."
Ye Fanchen's calm voice rang out as he blinked.
Ye Fanchen's voice was so low that it sounded like a mosquito's buzz, but Xiang Yang, who was standing right in front of him, could naturally hear him.
He didn't mean to play to the gallery, nor did he mean to show off.
Ye Fanchen's tone only contained a touch of confidence and disdain.
"You're looking down on me too much!"
The veins on Xiang Yang's forehead bulged. He suddenly exerted force on his right hand that was holding the spear shaft, and the copper spear body carried a red glow.
Ye Fanchen's lips curled up slightly. He lightly tapped the Thousand Feather Sword with the tip of his foot, and a frightening cold light flashed through his long and narrow eyes. He flew back nearly twenty feet.
"What the hell is Ye Fanchen doing!"
"Xiang Yang's weapon is the spear! It's the king of weapons that is ten feet long and ten feet strong! "
"That's right! As a sword cultivator, it's fine if he doesn't close the distance, but he's trying to pull it away!? "
"Hey! Ye Fanchen, it's fine if you make a fool of yourself, but don't make our Dragon City Saint Academy lose face! "
The clamor came from the students of the Dragon City Saint Academy who were watching the battle. They really couldn't understand Ye Fanchen's actions.
"Blood River Spear — Pursuit!"
Xiang Yang's spear spun a few times, and in an instant, a rainbow light left his hand and went straight for Ye Fanchen.
The Tiger Head Bites the Tip of the Spear shot straight at Ye Fanchen with a sharp glint. Xiang Yang did not hesitate either. He stomped on the ground with the sole of his foot and spun around, causing his entire body to turn into a streak of white light as he chased after his spear.
Ye Fanchen tilted his head slightly, and a spear shadow flashed past his clear black and white eyes. His right hand stretched out like lightning and directly pressed the front end of the spear shaft, but the next step came to an abrupt halt.
Xiang Yang, who had caught up with his spear, was no slower than Ye Fanchen. He directly reached out and grabbed the back end of the spear shaft, and two completely different spiritual powers collided on the spear body.
The spiritual power from Ye Fanchen was strong and flexible with a touch of sharpness, while the spiritual power from Xiang Yang was fierce and domineering. The moment the two spiritual powers collided, Ye Fanchen's spiritual power was forcibly scattered!
"Blood River Spear — Sky Cut!"
With another shout, he swung the spear of the spear again.....
“！！！”
The spectators exclaimed almost at the same time.
Although this wasn't the first time Xiang Yang threw his spear, it was completely different this time. Ye Fanchen, who was invincible before, didn't let go of his right hand. He was still tightly holding the spear shaft!
Xiang Yang threw Ye Fanchen into the sky with this throw!
"Cloud Soaring — Overlord's Stomp!"
Xiang Yang did a backflip. His strong hands supported himself on the ground, and his legs kicked three times in the direction of the spear!
Scorching hot, violent, domineering!
The shadows of the three kicks mixed together. It seemed to be one kick, but they had completely different auras. Suddenly, a large number of students from the Imperial City Academy cheered.
Ye Fanchen, who was in mid-air, shook his head gently. A bitter smile appeared on his face.
Xiang Yang wasn't as honest as he appeared to be. Ye Fanchen said that he would let him make three moves, but this kid directly used a set of cool and very practical combination punches. This was something that Ye Fanchen didn't expect.
The three violent shadows of the kicks enveloped Ye Fanchen. Whether it was the spectators or Xiang Yang, almost no one could see Ye Fanchen's current state.
"Hmph!" Xiang Yang's face had a sneer. He said indifferently, "Ye Fanchen, you're just so-so!"
"Three moves have passed!"
Ye Fanchen's cold voice sounded from the sky. It didn't sound like it came from the mortal world.
"Clang!"
The Thousand Feather Sword once again made a crisp and pleasant sword sound. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a graceful swan and soared into the sky.
The sharp and dazzling sword light flashed. It directly tore the three shadows of the kicks from Xiang Yang like cutting a piece of tofu.
When the Thousand Feather Sword was in his hand, first, wisps of Sword Qi spread out from Ye Fanchen's body. Then, a stunning sword light exploded, completely shaking the power that Xiang Yang was trying to condense into nothingness.
"I have a sword, from top to bottom." Ye Fanchen slowly turned the tip of the Thousand Feather Sword. "It's called City Crusher!"
As Ye Fanchen's voice fell, the sword light that exploded just now actually slowly spread out from the Sword Qi and turned into clouds of Sword Qi. And Ye Fanchen, surrounded by these clouds of Sword Qi, slowly descended from the sky.
Of course, this was only in the eyes of the audience.
Only Xiang Yang, who had been locked onto by this sword, knew just how terrifying Ye Fanchen's sword was. It was as if Ye Fanchen's sword would stab into his heart in the next moment!
Dark clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it!
Ye Fanchen's sword seemed to have extraordinary power, but only Xiang Yang could feel the true pressure. Compared to the spear that Xiang Yang had thrown out before, the suppression brought about by this sword technique was much more subtle and restrained.
The details of the use of strength could only be seen by those with higher cultivation. The difference between Xiang Yang and Ye Fanchen was not just a little bit!
"Gu!"
Xiang Yang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and subconsciously clenched the spear in his hand.
He had always been known for his bravery, but when faced with Ye Fanchen's sword technique, he actually had the urge to run away!
It was as if he was the general of the city that had fallen into despair. As he watched the enemy troops get closer and closer, he also began to despair!
However, as soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Xiang Yang sneered at himself in his heart and muttered, "Is there really a place in this world that this sword can't cover?"
"I … lost!"
It was just three simple words, but Xiang Yang gripped his spear tightly and clenched his teeth before he could force himself to say them.
This was the first time that he, who was proud to the bone, had admitted defeat to someone.
Ye Fanchen's Thousand Feather Sword fell at the same time. The cold sword tip gently pressed against Xiang Yang's shoulder, and the cold touch completely dispelled the burning spirit energy in Xiang Yang's body.
In a trance, the Thousand Feather Sword and Ye Fanchen gave Xiang Yang a feeling of unreality.
Should such a person and sword really belong to a mortal like them?
Xiang Yang looked at Ye Fanchen with a complicated expression and said in a deep voice, "I am from the Xiang Family, a family of generals. Respecting the strong is also the style of my Xiang Family. You are not just a little bit stronger than me. I admire you! But I still have to say, don't embarrass Marshal Zuo! "
"I will."
Ye Fanchen calmly responded.
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