(This title is quite rhyming …)
Admiration flickered in Feng Zhaoyang's lifeless eyes. He couldn't believe that this young man, who wasn't even 20 years old, could block an attack that contained 30% of his power. But now, he had been using his Windcutter to parry Ye Wuchen's fierce attacks, but he did not fight back even once.
The ground cracked, and the closest imperial study completely collapsed, turning into ruins. The terrifying sound of the collision caused the entire palace to be alarmed. The screams of women rose and fell, and they all hid in their rooms, not daring to come out.
One strike, another strike, another strike … Each strike was heavier than the last. Feng Zhaoyang was like his mortal enemy. The release of power made his body feel much more comfortable, and the violent aura that had accumulated just now was also released bit by bit. Ningxue, who was in his arms, was still motionless, as if the energy shockwave that could shatter boulders and the deafening sound of the collision did not disturb her sleep.
"Master … run away, don't fight with him anymore. This grandpa is very powerful, you can't beat him," Nan 'er shouted anxiously. However, Ye Wuchen turned a deaf ear to her. Every strike was aimed at Feng Zhaoyang's vital parts.
"Boohoo … Master, he's as powerful as Xue Feiyan the other day. It's impossible for you to defeat him … Although Master's strength has increased by a lot … Even if he just stands there without moving, Master still won't be able to hurt him … Master, quickly escape …"
Clang!
Using all his strength to chop down, he was firmly blocked by the Wind Cutter. The ground under their feet sank at the same time. Feng Zhaoyang's eyes flickered, and with a flick of his wrist, Ye Wuchen let out a muffled groan. His body was pushed out by an irresistible force, and he slid on the ground for over 30 meters.
Feng Zhaoyang did not give chase. He held his Windcutter horizontally and looked at the blade. On the originally smooth blade, there was now a small, almost undetectable nick.
"Good sword." He looked up and praised coldly.
However, he would never have thought that the Star Slashing Sword in Ye Wuchen's hand was something that everyone knew, yet no one had ever seen.
In the distance, on a high roof, Feng Lie frowned as he watched the two of them. The place where they fought was destroyed beyond words. Feng Lie did not have the mood to feel sorry for it. Under his calm appearance, his heart was in turmoil.
"His strength has already surpassed the three of us. If he can leave today, his future accomplishments will definitely surpass our imaginations." The yellow-robed old man who brought Long Lie away said. "Even the War God, who is rarely seen in a hundred years, was far inferior to him when he was his age."
Hearing this, Feng Lie remained silent.
"The God of War has pitied him. After all, no one can bear to destroy such an unparalleled genius. Right now, he should only be using less than 30% of his strength, so he wouldn't kill him in the short term. I believe that he is testing to see just how far this youngster can go under his hands. "The black-robed elder who was with the yellow-robed elder said with a sigh.
During the fight between Ye Wuchen and Feng Zhaoyang, Feng Zhaoyang was slightly affected. His chest wound almost ruptured, but he was unwilling to leave. He clutched his aching chest and looked at the figure dancing in the flames in the distance. He said in a low voice: "If this person is not eliminated, there will be endless troubles in the future."
"That's right." Feng Lie nodded. "If the second son was born in our Dafeng Nation, it would be our great fortune. However, he was born in a Yeh family. Luckily … he appeared early, otherwise, it would be a great disaster for our Dafeng Nation. Even though Senior Feng has pitied him, he must do what he says. Today, he will die without a doubt. To die in the hands of our War God of Dafeng Nation, he will have no regrets in this life. "
The three old men were silent at the same time. They looked into the distance and silently watched the young man who was holding the girl he wanted to protect in one hand and holding a sword in the other. He was fearlessly charging towards the War God. Their hearts, which had been calm for too many years, were constantly pounding. Before this, he had kidnapped the Emperor of Dafeng Nation, Feng Lie, and Princess Feng Ru under Feng Zhaoyang's protection. One had to know that ever since Feng Zhaoyang protected the Dafeng Imperial Family, not to mention kidnapping, not even a hair of the Feng Clan had been harmed. Such courage, ability, and strength … What kind of extraordinary man was this … What kind of future would he have …
They knew that the War God was looking forward to his future just like them. If it wasn't for the promise from before, if he hadn't killed Feng Ru, he definitely wouldn't have been willing to destroy this person. This was because a young man like this might never appear again in the future.
Ye Wuchen's attacks came again and again, and he did not stop. However, Feng Zhaoyang didn't kill him. This was because the red light on Ye Wuchen's body was getting thicker and thicker. His aura was still rapidly increasing, and the pressure from his attacks was also getting heavier. He wanted to know what his limit was.
Boom!
Ye Wuchen's body was sent flying, then he landed steadily on the ground. He hugged Ningxue tightly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He pointed his sword at Feng Zhaoyang and said in a dark voice, "Today … You will die, not me!"
He dashed forward again, and the Star Slashing Sword drew a fiery arc …
However, this time, Feng Zhaoyang didn't parry like before. He faced Ye Wuchen's sword and slowly slashed … The trajectory of the slash was extremely slow, and Ye Wuchen could easily see its trajectory. However, this slash seemed to have caused the surrounding time to slow down. Before Ye Wuchen, who attacked first, could finish slashing, the Wind Slashing Sword had already arrived in front of him with a majestic airwave that could collapse the mountains and split the earth. Then, his vision blurred, and one slash turned into three, then more than ten slashes … Countless slashes …
He was overwhelmed with shock. Before the thought of retreating formed in his mind, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and arm, and a huge force sent his body flying again. Ye Wuchen flipped twice in the air before he staggered and landed on the ground. Blood was gushing out of the right side of his chest and right arm.
In the distance, the yellow-robed elder said solemnly, "Looks like the War God is ready to kill. Sigh! "
He knew that he shouldn't have sighed like this in front of the Emperor, but this long sigh still flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, releasing the deep helplessness and regret in his heart.
Ye Wuchen used the power of Wuchen to quickly heal the injuries on his arm and chest. Feng Zhaoyang only attacked the right side of Ye Wuchen's body. The War God had the pride of a War God, and he wouldn't attack a young girl in his opponent's arms. He still only used 30% of his strength in the attack just now. What he used was the War God's unique "Facing the Wind Slash".
"Your sword moves are disorderly. Looks like Chu Cang Ming didn't teach you the Sword God Technique. Your strength far exceeds my expectations. If you use your full strength, you can barely fight against 30% of mine. However, you used half of your strength to protect the girl in your arms. Your strength is scattered, and your heart is distracted … Put her down, I won't hurt her. Let me see what your limit is, "Feng Zhaoyang said indifferently.
Ye Wuchen supported himself with his sword and slowly stood up. Not only did he not put Ningxue down, he hugged her even tighter.
Feng Zhaoyang let out a long sigh. "I don't want to kill you, but you've forced me to … Attack. I won't hold back this time."
Ning Xue hugged Ye Wuchen tightly with both her arms, using all of her strength to do so.
"Nan 'er … help me." Ye Wuchen adjusted his breathing and healed his wounds as he shouted in his consciousness.
"I … I'm trapped in the sword and can't get out. I can't help master, wuu …"
"Tell me, how much of the Star Slashing Sword's power can I control right now?" Ye Wuchen asked seriously.
"Ah? Let me think … Ah, that's right. Master, with your current strength, you might be able to use the first form of the Southern Emperor's Three Forms … Perhaps, it's really possible! "Nan 'er thought of something and suddenly became excited.
"The Southern Emperor's Three Forms?"
"Yes, yes … The Star Slashing Sword's power is mainly displayed in the Southern Emperor's Three Forms, which are 'Heaven and Earth Split', 'Sky Breaker', and 'Stars Annihilation'. I remember that you can use the first form of Heaven and Earth Split when you're in a God-rank state. With master's current berserk state, you can barely be considered half a God-rank. Perhaps … perhaps you can use it after you gather all your power, "Nan 'er said excitedly.
"Then how do I use it?!"
"… Ah? I don't know … "
"…"
Ye Wuchen let out a long sigh of relief and controlled the Wuchen power that was getting more and more chaotic in his body. A few minutes had passed since he ate the Heaven Extermination Dragon Fruit, but the burning sensation in his body had yet to disappear. The potential in his body was still being burned bit by bit, transforming into a violent power that almost made his body explode. He raised his eyes and said, "As expected of Feng Zhaoyang, a God of War is a God of War after all … But don't think that it's really easy for you to kill me. The sword in my hand doesn't need any rules or techniques!!"
With a loud roar, Ye Wuchen's gaze instantly became extremely sharp. He didn't raise his sword, but his body suddenly dashed forward like a bolt of lightning. His current speed was already the fastest speed he could muster. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Feng Zhaoyang. Feng Zhaoyang was calm and composed as he faced his body with a simple stab.
However, just as his saber was about to touch Ye Wuchen's body, Ye Wuchen suddenly disappeared in front of him. Next to him, a strong gust of sword wind slashed down angrily...
A heavy thud was heard as the Star Slash Sword slashed hard on the left side of Feng Zhaoyang's waist. However, it was as if it had hit the hardest rock in the world, as it was completely blocked and didn't penetrate at all. Meanwhile, Feng Zhaoyang's counterattack arrived in the blink of an eye. Ye Wuchen quickly pulled back his sword to block the attack, and the sword and sword collided. Ye Wuchen was sent flying as he vomited blood. The Star Slash Sword flew out of his hand and landed on the ground tens of meters to the left, stabbing diagonally into the ground.
"What happened just now?" the black-robed old man exclaimed from afar. Ye Wuchen, who was dashing forward, suddenly moved to the side at a right angle and maintained his original speed as he charged to Feng Zhaoyang's side. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that someone could do such an unimaginable thing. This was because it clearly went against common sense. It was as if the "inertia" had completely disappeared from his body.
The other two old men were also dumbfounded. "This is unbelievable. It's not an exaggeration to say that even the Battle God fell for such a strange attack. This person is getting more and more amazing. It's a pity that the Battle God's strongest point isn't his attack, but his defense … In the end, he's no match for the Battle God. Sigh! "
Ye Wuchen clutched his chest and coughed in pain, spitting out blood clots of all sizes. His expression was extremely distorted as he stared at Feng Zhaoyang and said while clenching his teeth, "I … won't … die here. The one who's going to die is you … it's you, it's you …"
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