This person flicked his finger, and a strand of resplendent sword Qi turned into a beam of light and shot out. Its sharpness was overwhelming, able to pierce through mountains and shatter rocks.
Xiao Chen's face sank slightly. He quickly turned around and used the Lunar Shadow Saber to block, using his body as a saber. When he raised his hand, it was like a treasure saber being unsheathed, radiating a sharp light.
"Bang!"
When the unyielding sword Qi struck the saber scabbard, it gave off a crisp sound. It was like a treasure sword breaking, turning into sword lights and scattering, not injuring Xiao Chen at all.
Xiao Chen easily blocked the purple-robed swordsman's overbearing sword Qi. This scene immediately attracted the attention of many people.
"Hey, it is actually an expert. It looks like he is really here to cause trouble. However, he chose the wrong person to pick the Purple Night Sword Sect's Ouyang Feng. "
"Among the younger generation of the Profound Domain, Ouyang Feng is one of the youths with the most potential to enter the Sword School Ranking. Aside from the few disciples that the Sword Sovereign personally taught, not many can defeat him."
"Young Master Feng's eyes are indeed sharp. You can tell with one glance. This white-robed bladesman has bad intentions. He came to Sword Forging Peak to cause trouble. With just a little testing, he gave himself away. "
"Young Master Ouyang's sword intent has already reached peak ninety percent comprehension and is close to condensing a sword soul. Perhaps he might be able to gain an audience with Great Master Situ."
"Great Master Situ's rules are really strange. He forges swords based on the person. Just by saying that he is not fated with swords, he does not even give face to Emperor Wu."
"Great Master Situ is someone who can even forge a Divine Weapon. He is completely qualified to not give face to Emperor Wu. It would be better if a Sovereign Martial Emperor came."
All sorts of discussions went on. When Xiao Chen heard them, he could not help but smile bitterly. How deep is the prejudice that the swordsmen of Sword Forging Peak have against bladesmen?
Xiao Chen said calmly, "There is no need to force me. I am not here to forge a sword or to cause trouble. I just have something to ask of Great Master."
Ouyang Feng said sullenly, "I managed to find out with one move, and you still dare to quibble? Do you think that all the swordsmen of my Sword Forging Peak are blind? If you do not scram today, I will beat you until you do so."
Ouyang Feng stepped forward and jumped out of the queue, pressing down on Xiao Chen.
Ouyang Feng's purple robes fluttered, and the sword formation beneath his feet spread out, one ring after another. If one were to take a closer look, they would discover that it was a large sword formation composed of eighty-one smaller sword formations.
The sword formation was interlinked. Eighty-one strands of sword light danced back and forth in the formation, which was covered in purple mist. They formed a powerful sword intent that was infinitely close to the Sword Soul.
As for Ouyang Feng, who was in the center of the formation, the sword Qi around his body was oppressive. With every step he took, he drew in countless sword Qi from the swords as if he was the king of swords.
This was the famous Violet Firmament Sword Technique of the Violet Firmament Sword Sect. It was developed from the Sword Domain by a grandmaster of the Violet Firmament Sword Sect. It vaguely resembled the Sword Domain.
Ouyang Feng hugged his sword and walked over step by step, pressing down on Xiao Chen. The wind from his sword whistled, and his aura was oppressive.
Behind him was a precipitous cliff that was tens of thousands of meters tall. He was using this to force Xiao Chen, and it was obvious that he wanted to use this kind of ruthless method to chase Xiao Chen away.
Xiao Chen felt helpless. Sometimes, the more you don't want to cause trouble, the more trouble will come to you.
Xiao Chen kept making concessions, but the other party did not appreciate it. Instead, he became even more overbearing. Xiao Chen was clearly forced to retaliate, yet he was slandered as hiding his strength and harboring evil intentions.
If not for reviving Ao Jiao and leaving Sword Forging Peak, Xiao Chen would not have needed to be polite with this fellow before him.
A murderous intent flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. However, he still endured it. He opened his sea of consciousness, and the purple Lightning Talisman spun around, materializing a bolt of spring thunder in the sky.
"Flawless saber Dao, Flawless Four Seasons, Spring Saber!"
With a thought, peach blossoms fell, and the sky immediately turned pink. When Xiao Chen looked up, the flower petals formed a long river that stretched for five kilometers.
A floral fragrance assaulted the nose, spreading everywhere. The many pink petals all contained Xiao Chen's Small Perfection saber soul.
Spring overflowed with boundless lifeforce. The flowers and grass on the slope that were suppressed by the sword intent bloomed and swelled wildly.
In the depths of the peach blossoms, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand, and the thousands of peach blossoms gathered into a peach blossom branch. Seven or eight flower buds appeared on the branch, waiting to bloom.
Xiao Chen stretched out his hand, and the peach blossom branch pierced through the sword intent with overwhelming killing Qi. Then, it stabbed into Ouyang Feng's Purple Night Sword Formation.
Spring thunder roared again, and the seven or eight flower buds on the branch bloomed together with the thunder, proudly blooming amid the sharp sword Qi.
Eighty-one small sword formations stopped operating one after another, forming a large formation that was interconnected with each other. An even stronger force suppressed them, stopping them from operating.
Ouyang Feng paled. The Purple Night Sword Art circulated frantically in his body. However, the sword formation under his feet did not listen to him. That small peach blossom suppressed it until it could not move.
Ouyang Feng, who was deep in the center of the sword formation, could not help but show a sullen expression. He stretched out his hand and drew his sword, preparing to charge out.
"I advise you not to move. These eighty-one sword formations are already completely broken. They are just suppressed. If you take a step, this balance will immediately break.
"You will bear the brunt of it. Not only will you have to face your own Purple Night Sword Formation, but you will also have to face my Spring Saber. You will die without a complete corpse in a moment."
As the mountain wind blew, Xiao Chen held the Lunar Shadow Saber expressionlessly as he spoke calmly.
"You bastard, where did this fellow come from? I am an elite disciple of the Purple Night Sword Sect. How dare you offend me at Sword Forging Peak? Are you tired of living? Do you think I will be frightened by your nonsense? "
Ouyang Feng easily suppressed by Xiao Chen's attack. Ouyang Feng lost all his elegance and started cursing.
"Nephew Ouyang, don't move!"
A shout came from an old man carrying a sword at the waist of the mountain. This old man arrived with one step, and a melodious sword hum rang out. His body was as straight as a sword. While his voice was still echoing, he had already arrived at the summit.
Xiao Chen thought, The person who arrived is a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage swordsman. When this person looked at Xiao Chen, his sword light seemed solid, giving Xiao Chen immense pressure. He wanted to force Xiao Chen back with one look.
However, Xiao Chen possessed a saber soul, and his immortal will of thunder had reached forty percent comprehension. Although his aura was not as strong as the other party's, he would not retreat so easily.
Xiao Chen stood straight, his feet planted firmly on the ground. He did not move at all, not avoiding this person's gaze at all.
After the old man shouted at Ouyang Feng, who was in the sword formation, to stop, he checked. His back immediately became drenched in cold sweat; he was greatly frightened.
Xiao Chen was not lying at all. He was very clear on the might of his Purple Night Sword Formation. The peach tree branch that could suppress the Purple Night Sword Formation would only be even more horrifying.
When the two overlapped, there should have been a startling shock wave. However, due to the ingenuity of the peach tree branch, it formed a delicate balance.
If the balance was broken, what would happen to Ouyang Feng, who was in the sword formation? Just thinking about it made him tremble in fear.
When Ouyang Feng saw the old man rushing over, it was like he saw his savior. He said hurriedly, "Uncle Diao, kill this fellow and save me."
The moment Ouyang Feng said that, the expressions of the swordsmen lining up at the summit changed drastically. Unexpectedly, what Xiao Chen said was true. A peach tree branch broke the Purple Night Sword Formation, suppressing Ouyang Feng to the point where he did not dare to move at all.
This scene also attracted the gazes of the cultivators going in and out of the tightly shut main doors.
"My dear nephew offended you earlier. Little Friend, please remove the restriction," the old man with the family name Diao said as he looked at Xiao Chen, ignoring Ouyang Feng's words.
As a great grandmaster-level swordsman, how could Ouyang Feng compare to the old man's vision? With one glance, he could tell that Xiao Chen had shown mercy.
Ouyang Feng's life and death were in the hands of the other party. Yet, Ouyang Feng still insisted on killing Xiao Chen. This was simply seeking death. How could the old man with the family name Diao listen to him?
When facing the old man with surging sword intent, Xiao Chen was neither servile nor overbearing. He said calmly, "This Xiao's original intention was not to compete with the strong. Since Senior said so, I will let you go."
Right after Xiao Chen spoke, the small peach blossom in the sword formation exploded together with the boundless sword Qi of the Purple Night Sword Formation, turning into peach blossoms dancing in the air.
The sound of sabers and swords clashing came from the petals. Thousands of petals fell like rain, adding to the charm of Sword Forging Peak.
"Die!"
Without any restraints, Ouyang Feng instantly drew his sword. He moved with his sword, turning into a beam of purple light as he charged at Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen had anticipated this long ago, so he did not panic. Rings of electric light appeared behind him, and thunder roared. Then, he gently drew the Lunar Shadow Saber.
Xiao Chen pushed aside the extremely vicious sword light that sneak-attacked him. He took a step forward and grasped his scabbard. In the time it took for a spark to fly, he jabbed at Ouyang Feng's back.
"Dang!"
A sword formation appeared under Ouyang Feng's feet. In a fluster, he turned around and blocked Xiao Chen's saber strike.
Without drawing his saber, Xiao Chen materialized the Flawless saber Dao, using his body as a saber. The sheathed Lunar Shadow Saber in his hand became one with his body.
Then, he swung his saber at Ouyang Feng's face at an extremely crafty angle. Ouyang Feng quickly retreated.
Xiao Chen's movements were casual and unrestrained, like a heavenly steed flying in the sky. He weaved through the Purple Night Sword Formation, relying only on his Saber Techniques to suppress Ouyang Feng until he could not move an inch.
The old man with the family name Diao could no longer continue watching. He stepped forward and used his finger as a sword. A surging sword intent erupted endlessly and knocked Xiao Chen back.
"Little Friend, stop here. There is no need to push things too far."
Xiao Chen moved back and remained silent. The old man's words were not fair at all, making him feel very uncomfortable. However, if he could make a big problem into a small one, then he would let it go.
"Bastard, after hitting me, you still want to leave? Scram back!"
Another soaring sword hum rang out. Just as Xiao Chen turned around, Ouyang Feng charged out from behind the old man and soared into the air. Eighty-one sword formations formed in the air around him, forming a vast array.
When Xiao Chen looked up, he saw purple sword lights filling the sky, looking very mighty.
Ouyang Feng stood in the sword formation, giving off a dazzling light. The sword intent in his body rose infinitely as he chopped down at Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen kept his Spiritual Sense spread out into the surroundings at all times. He would be able to sense the slightest movement in the wind and react very quickly to Ouyang Feng's next attack.
Peach blossoms bloomed, the summer sun rose, the autumn wind blew, the winter snow drifted, the Flawless Four Seasons. All sorts of scenes flashed around Xiao Chen, cycling endlessly.
Xiao Chen stood there, unmoving like a mountain. Without drawing his saber, he also sent out a saber strike, clashing with the attack.
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