Name: Ye Gu Cheng.
Identity: Lu Xiaofeng, White Cloud City Lord.
Name: Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng.
Identity: Lu Xiaofeng, Destiny's Child.
Name: Ximen Chui Xue.
Identity: Lu Xiaofeng, Sword God.
Zhou Yang stared at Ye Gu Cheng, and could feel a cold, proud, and lonely feeling coming at him. It was the feeling of being undefeatable.
"Sword competition? Only sword competition? " Zhou Yang asked. There were many experts in Wanjie Lou, such as Lord Tiedan, Zhu Ignores, Zhuge Zhengwo, Feng Qingyang, and so on. However, there were only a few sword experts.
"Either is fine," Ye Gu Cheng said calmly. His sword was not afraid of any opponent.
Buzz!
Zhou Yang pointed his finger lightly and a faint golden light shot out from his index finger. In the next moment, a square-shaped battle stage appeared in the Myriad World Tavern and slowly rose. There was a layer of white jade-colored light enveloping the battle stage, protecting the battle stage.
The sudden appearance of the stage made everyone dumbfounded. Even Ye Gu Cheng, who had been calm, narrowed his eyes. Making something out of nothing.
Zhou Yang smiled faintly and did not explain. At the moment when Ye Gu Cheng was about to compete in swordsmanship, the system had already condensed an arena. Zhou Yang just released him and kept him mysterious. Many things were easy to deal with.
Just like now, even a peerless expert like Lord Tiedan, Zhu Ignores, looked at Zhou Yang with respect.
"You can use your full strength during the competition. Don't worry about casualties," Zhou Yang said calmly. In front of the powerful system, no matter how fast the attack was, it could be blocked.
Whoosh!
Ye Gu Cheng turned into a shadow, like a black eagle spreading its wings. In the next moment, a figure stood on the stage.
His eyes were cold and his back was straight. He gently pulled out the sword from the scabbard and caressed it. "This sword is one of the sharpest weapons in the world. The blade is three feet and seven inches, and it weighs six kilograms and four taels. It is made from the best cold iron from overseas."
Damn! Damn! F * ck!
All the onlookers couldn't help but feel refreshed. So cool.
"This blade is a divine weapon in the world. The blade is four feet and one inch, and it weighs ten pounds and six taels. It is forged from ten-thousand-year-old cold iron and can cut through iron like mud." Below the Martial Arena, a tall and sturdy man said with an intoxicated expression as he caressed the large saber on his back that had a large chip on it.
He had already thought that in the future, when he was competing with others, he would probably be able to intimidate his opponent by saying these words.
"This sword is a Divine Weapon of the Nine Heavens. It is four feet and an inch long, and weighs seven kilograms. It is made from a divine stone that has been refined thousands of times." Down below, Yue Buqun touched the sword hanging on his waist and thought to himself, 'The next Five Great Mountains Sword Duel will be my duel with Zuo Lenchan. However, the most important thing is to go back and measure the sword.'
"F * ck! What are you looking at? Just because you have weapons doesn't mean I don't. " Glancing at the people around, Qiu Qianzhang touched his crotch and declared proudly, "This is a Divine Eagle. When the Divine Eagle spreads its wings, it is eight inches long and one centimeter long. It is made of flesh and blood.
… …
There was a lot of discussion below the Martial Arena, but Ye Gu Cheng was unmoved.
With the Feihong Sword in hand, Ye Gu Cheng's arrogant aura became even stronger. He was like a tall and straight cedar tree on a tall mountain, like a thousand-year-old snow lotus on a ten thousand zhang snowy mountain. His eyes were as sharp as sword light, able to see through people's hearts.
"Those below the Innate Realm, don't go up. Every time you participate, you will have to pay 100 value points. The winner will get 50 value points." Looking at the restless martial artists below, Zhou Yang said indifferently. Who would like to see someone get killed the moment they went up?
As for the real sword experts, they all had solemn expressions. They usually thought that they already understood the sword they had, but now it seemed that they didn't understand it at all.
If they didn't even know the most basic character of a sword, how could they truly understand it?
Whoosh!
Feng Qingyang couldn't help but go up. He felt that his blood, which had been silent for many years, was boiling. The young man in front of him made him tremble and his heart feel lonely.
"I only need one strike to defeat an ordinary person. I wonder how many strikes you need?" Ye Gu Cheng looked at Feng Qingyang and said coldly.
Feng Qingyang said, "Young man, it's best to give it your all."
Whoosh!
Ye Gu Cheng moved. His entire body was like a silent black lightning, rushing towards Feng Qingyang. In the blink of an eye, he was already within three steps of Feng Qingyang.
Clang!
"Solitary Nine Swords — Broken Sword Style!"
Under the nervous and excited gazes of the crowd, Feng Qingyang also drew his sword. The speed of his sword was unimaginable, like an antelope hanging its horn. With a divine stroke, his sword went straight for Ye Gu Cheng's weakest point.
Not only that, Feng Qingyang's sword was also very fast. With a flash of sword light, it was already in front of Ye Gu Cheng.
Ding!
The two swords clashed together like a spark. It was an intense collision. Many people couldn't see how the two of them fought.
"Great sword technique!" Joy flashed in Ye Gu Cheng's eyes. The Flying Swan in his hand was slightly humming.
"Is this the battle between the supreme swordsmen?"
"What a thrilling battle. Every strike is so dangerous. If it was me, I probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single strike."
"Ye Gu Cheng's sword technique is so beautiful. Feng Qingyang's sword technique is very exquisite."
On the stage, the two of them were already so fast that their figures couldn't be seen. The sword light was cold, and each strike was faster than the previous one. The sword qi was dense, and each strike was sharper than the previous one.
On the other side, Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuixue stood together.
Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly. "Ye Gu Cheng has met his match."
Below the stage, a random old man was actually able to fight Ye Gu Cheng to a standstill. He knew how terrifying Ye Gu Cheng was. He was definitely one of the top swordsmen.
Ximen Chuixue said with an indifferent expression, "The opponent's sword technique is very exquisite. However, he doesn't have his own sword technique. When Ye Gu Cheng is familiar with the opponent's sword technique, he will definitely lose."
Just as Ximen Chuixue expected, as time passed, Ximen Chuixue became more and more at ease. A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
"Heavenly Flying Immortal!"
Ye Gu Cheng leaped up. He was as flawless as a white cloud in the blue sky, like a white crane spreading its wings. Then, below the stage, everyone felt a bone-chilling sword qi. The sword's edge was so terrifying that it couldn't be blocked!
A ray of sword light flew over diagonally. It was as fast as lightning, like a rainbow piercing through the sky.
Ye Gu Cheng and the sword seemed to have become one. The sword light was like a waterfall or a flying rainbow, piercing forward. The sword light was brilliant and swift. There were no changes, not even a follow-up move. Ye Gu Cheng had infused all of his power into this sword. Sometimes, no change was the best change. No move was better than having a move.
No one could describe the brilliance and brilliance of the sword. No one could describe the speed of the sword. It was no longer a sword. It was the wrath of the Thunder God. It was a lightning strike.
A ray of sword light flashed in the void!
In the next moment, Feng Qingyang's body was enveloped by a layer of faint golden light. He stood blankly on the spot, motionless. He lost. If it wasn't for Zhou Yang, he would have died under this peerless sword technique.
One sword!
Feng Qingyang lost!
The spectators were stunned. The entire place was silent.
The sword was too beautiful. It was intoxicating. It was as if a celestial had descended. It was desolate and lonely. It was beautiful and poignant.
What was even more unexpected was that Feng Qingyang didn't even have the chance to make a move when Ye Gu Cheng attacked with all his strength. He was directly defeated.
If Feng Qingyang was just an ordinary swordsman of the pugilistic world, the crowd would not be so shocked. However, in the battle just now, every sword move of Feng Qingyang was like a stroke of the gods. This was a very brilliant sword technique.
"Unfortunately, it's not your sword!" Ye Gu Cheng looked at the stunned Feng Qingyang and said coldly. The lonely and cold aura on his body became even thicker.
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