The next day, in the afternoon, Flying Dragon Arena.
Ye Fanchen was wearing a black, wide-sleeved robe with the hilt of the Thousand Feather Sword hanging from his waist. His well-defined hands held the Thousand Feather Sword as he stood in the center of the arena.
Today, other than the battle between Ye Fanchen and the mysterious expert from the Imperial City Academy, there were no other matches arranged.
However, the spectators today could be said to be a sea of people!
Ye Fanchen looked around at the excited crowd and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he muttered, "It's here!"
A faint smell of blood began to pervade the air. It was the smell of the abyss.
This smell of blood was very faint and ordinary people could not smell it at all. Only Ye Fanchen was extremely sensitive to this smell that was engraved in the depths of his memory!
Before the person arrived, a cold light was already heading straight for Ye Fanchen!
A long sword that was about three feet long pierced through the crowd at an extremely fast speed. Even some Nirvana Realm martial artists were unable to catch the shadow of the sword with their naked eyes!
Ye Fanchen raised the Thousand Feather Sword in his hand from bottom to top, and the two swords collided in the air.
There was no sound of metal colliding, nor were there any sparks. It was as if Ye Fanchen's sword had slashed through the air.
The sword that was sent flying by Ye Fanchen had an almost imperceptible arc on its body.
If this sword was treated as an ordinary sword, perhaps Ye Fanchen's slash would not have been able to hit this sword at all!
"Crooked methods."
Ye Fanchen commented softly. His gaze followed the longsword that had been sent flying and landed on a woman who was walking leisurely.
Her skin was as white as snow and her face was like a peach blossom. These words to describe a woman's beauty were no longer suitable for this woman. If one had to evaluate this woman's appearance, then one could only say that this was a product that could only be born from the meticulous carving of a god!
Just as the others were exclaiming at the woman's beauty, Ye Fanchen's eyes suddenly froze, and his face was filled with disbelief.
"You … What is your relationship with Luo Yanyun?"
Ye Fanchen asked the peerless beauty in a somewhat stiff manner.
This woman with a faint aura of the Abyss actually had facial features that were seventy percent similar to Yan Yun!
But Ye Fanchen was certain that this peerless beauty was absolutely not Yan Yun!
The beautiful woman expressionlessly caught her sword. Her five white and slender fingers tightly gripped the purple jade sword hilt. She coldly said, "Lecher, you think you're qualified to call my mother by her name? Do you know who my mother is?! "
Mother!?
It was a simple title, but it instantly pierced Ye Fanchen's heart, which was already riddled with scars.
"It's been more than ten thousand years. If she didn't die, it's reasonable for her to find someone to marry."
Ye Fanchen's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile. He loosened his grip on his sword, and an inexplicable aura of death emanated from his body.
The beautiful woman gripped her long sword tightly and lightly stepped on the ground with her right foot. Her entire body was like a bolt of lightning as she charged towards Ye Fanchen!
"Ye Fanchen/Master, watch out!"
Two loud shouts sounded from the spectators, instantly waking Ye Fanchen from his stupor.
Ye Fanchen's eyes narrowed. His right hand once again gripped his long sword tightly. Slightly tilting the blade, a faint sword aura spread out like a tide!
Bai Ning and the beautiful woman were stunned. They couldn't understand how this sword could be so terrifying in the hands of Ye Fanchen!
Without any prelude or preparation, the heavy sword aura leisurely appeared!
"This is the sword technique that Bai Ning used last time! So powerful! "
"No wonder Bai Ning called Ye Fanchen master. So this sword technique was taught to him by Ye Fanchen!"
"Damn it, I want to learn it too! Hey, Ye Fanchen, are you still accepting disciples?! "
The spectators' cries inexplicably infuriated the beautiful woman.
The longsword in the beautiful woman's hand trembled and streaks of Sword Will appeared around her as well. It was as if she was going against Ye Fanchen.
Without waiting for Ye Fanchen to use Spring Rain, the beautiful woman brandished her sword first. Layers of Sword Will turned into Sword Qi and shot out, heading straight for Ye Fanchen!
"You damn lecher, not only did you steal my family's secret technique, you also dare to teach it to others?"
The beautiful woman pointed her sword at Bai Ning and growled: "And you damn brat, after I kill your master, I'll immediately cut off your dog head and offer it to my father's soul in heaven!"
Bai Ning subconsciously took a step back, as if guilty of doing something wrong.
A moment later, Bai Ning gave the beautiful woman a fierce glare and issued a silent protest.
Although Bai Ning's thoughts were simple, he also knew how noble Qingyun Xian Zun's inheritance was. If he said something he shouldn't, Ye Fanchen, himself, and the beautiful woman wouldn't be able to leave the Snow Land alive!
But Bai Ning also knew very well that the Luo Shui Sword Style was Qingyun Xian Zun's secret technique.
Although he didn't know where Ye Fanchen learned the Luo Shui Sword Style from, but it definitely wasn't this woman's so-called secret technique!
Since when did Qingyun Xian Zun have a descendant? He did hear that he had a dao companion, but that dao companion also died a long time ago!
Ye Fanchen gently waved his Thousand Feather Sword and the sword aura around him easily tore apart the beautiful woman's sword aura.
In just two short breaths of time, the beautiful woman's Sword Will had been utterly defeated and completely dissipated between heaven and earth. However, Ye Fanchen's Spring Rain Sword Will had firmly locked the beautiful woman in place!
"This woman is dead for sure!"
"Yeah, Ye Fanchen is famous for not getting close to women. Even Nangong Yaner can't enter his eyes!"
"Tsk tsk, what a pity. Such a beautiful woman! How nice it would be if she was my wife! "
"It's good that she's dead. There will be two less vixens in the world. You bastards can also focus on cultivation!"
Lively discussions rang out once again, even faintly overshadowing the might of the Spring Rain Sword Intent.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fanchen didn't kill her this time.
The Thousand Feather Sword slightly turned, and the Spring Rain sword aura suddenly dissipated.
Ye Fanchen walked in the air and leisurely walked in front of the beautiful woman. He lowered his voice and said, "I will die, but I still have a big grudge to avenge. It's not time for me to die yet."
As soon as his voice dropped, Ye Fanchen shook his head lightly and sent a message through his spiritual perception, "Go, go back. The Tian Xuan Land is not suitable for you to live in. For a girl as naive as you, it's better to stay with your mother."
"You … you're not going to kill me?" The beautiful woman looked at Ye Fanchen in disbelief.
She had previously heard many things about Ye Fanchen. This murderous god who killed without batting an eyelid would actually let her go?
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