One man and one sword, Ying Feiyang challenged all the righteous sects with an awe-inspiring spirit. After a moment of silence, the crowd below burst into an uproar as if a pot had exploded.
Ce Tianji couldn't help but say, "There is no lack of experts among the sects, and this kid has many enemies. One move at a time. If he can survive until the end, he should be happy. He even set up a sword as a boundary, and if he retreats behind the sword, he will still die … Does this kid really have such confidence?"
Mu Zixuan shook her head and said, "It's not that he has confidence, but that he forces himself to do it. If he can't do it, he will die. That's how he forces himself into dangerous situations every time. He has no choice but to fight with his life on the line. That's how he can make rapid progress. Also … "Mu Zixuan stared at the 'unbearable' who proudly stood upside down in the field and sighed," The day of his coronation will be in front of Honored Master's sword. He wants to prove something to Honored Master … "
At this time, the crowd had come to a conclusion. Under such circumstances, Ying Feiyang's challenge had to be accepted. Otherwise, the sects would look down on them if word got out.
The first to step out was the Hundred Swords Sect Master, Xiao Baijian. There were ten swords stuck in his back like a peacock spreading its tail. He stepped forward and cupped his fists, saying, "I am Xiao Baijian of the Hundred Swords Sect. Two of my disciples have lost an arm to your sword. Although they were lucky to survive, to a swordsman, losing the arm to wield the sword is no different from death."
Ying Feiyang nodded and said, "That's right. Let's count it as two lives. Sect Master Xiao, please!"
"Then watch out for my attack!" Xiao Baijian didn't say much. With a sword spell, the ten swords on his back were unsheathed at the same time. Then, one sword turned into ten, and ten swords turned into a hundred swords.
Xiao Baijian understood. Although he only used one move, he was different from Ying Feiyang. Ying Feiyang still needed to save energy to deal with others, but he could concentrate all his power into one move. Therefore, he used his strongest sword move right off the bat.
"A hundred swords flying at the same time? The Hundred Swords Sect Master truly lives up to his name! " Ying Feiyang's eyes brightened, and he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. The Hundred Swords Sect's name originated from this supreme art of one person controlling a hundred swords. However, only a few people were able to cultivate this art. Xiao Baijian's skill was extraordinary.
However, at the same time, Ying Feiyang raised his sword towards the sky. The aura on the sword rose sharply and formed a huge sword of Qi!
"Go!" Xiao Baijian gave the order, and a hundred swords flew out like a rain of locusts.
"Slash!" Ying Feiyang waved his arm, and the giant sword slashed down with a threatening aura.
One sword against a hundred swords, only a clanging sound could be heard. The giant sword was like a hot knife cutting through butter, cutting off the hundred swords and scattering them. Xiao Baijian's feet were unsteady, and he staggered half a step back.
"This … How is this possible!?" Seeing the result, everyone exclaimed in shock.
Mu Zixuan, on the other hand, smiled without batting an eyelid, and softly muttered to himself, "All of you are thinking too easily. Rather than thinking about how to force him out of his realm with a single move and take his life, why don't you think about how to preserve your face under his sword …"
Xiao Baijian couldn't help but be startled when he saw Ying Feiyang raise his sword, and a jar of wine flew towards him. "Master Xiao, please!"
Xiao Baijian was stunned for a moment, then immediately opened the mud seal, raised the jar, and drank to his heart's content. Then, he threw the wine on the ground and said, "The enmity of the Hundred Swords Sect is written off with you, sir. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other!" After saying this, he turned around and returned to the crowd.
However, he suddenly shrugged his shoulders, and covered his mouth with a pained expression. When the people around saw this, they thought that he was vomiting blood because he was injured in the fight just now. They hurriedly asked him, "Master Xiao, are you alright …"
Xiao Baijian frowned, waved his bloodless hand, and said with difficulty, "What kind of lousy wine is this … It's f * cking disgusting!"
Xiao Baijian and Ying Feiyang's enmity was the smallest, so the crowd let him be the first to test the waters. After being shocked by Ying Feiyang's strength, the crowd quickly found an explanation. "That's right, this Ying Feiyang doesn't know how to hold back his strength. That's why he was able to win against Xiao Baijian in one move. However, he won't be able to hold on for long. Let's have a few more people exhaust his strength, then I'll make a move and defeat him. Not only will I look glorious, but I'll also be superior to the others! "
The Star Disciplinary Sword hummed softly, as if it could understand the crowd's thoughts. It seemed to be disdainful, but also impatient.
Compared to the crowd, Ying Feiyang's thoughts were much simpler. "The idea of the Hundred Swords Sect's Imperial Sword Technique is quite interesting. Although it's divided into a hundred swords, it uses ten as one hundred. This way, it can reduce the consumption of the mind and increase the power. I wonder if this idea will have a miraculous effect on my Imperial Sword Technique?"
But perhaps he would find out very soon, because …
"I, the Venerable Dragon Elephant of the Vajra Sect, would like to learn from Almsgiver Ying!"
Ying Feiyang patted the Star Disciplinary Sword in a comforting manner. He smiled knowingly. "Good brother, let's try out our moves …"
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The sun slowly moved toward the middle of the sky. The spring weather was in full bloom, but everyone felt a chill in their hearts …
The empty wine jars were scattered all over the ground. The cart, which originally had two layers of wine, was now almost empty. More than a hundred people had already made their moves. Swords, sabers, palm techniques, magic tools, all kinds of techniques emerged one after another. But Ying Feiyang and his sword alone broke through all of them.
He placed a sword three steps behind him, but in reality, he only almost retreated out of the boundary once. It was only because a person who had a huge grudge against Ying Feiyang used a spell that injured both of them and killed Ying Feiyang in exchange for Ying Feiyang retreating two and a half steps.
As for the others, not to mention forcing Ying Feiyang to retreat, it was already rare for them to be able to withstand his sword and not be defeated. In the end, they all reluctantly drank the bitter wine …
Every time before they made their move, they felt that Ying Feiyang had already exhausted his strength and that he would definitely succeed this time. But every time, their hopes were dashed. What was worse was that not only did Ying Feiyang not weaken, but each sword was a metamorphosis, and each sword was stronger than the previous one.
They even felt that they were nutrients that nourished the monster in front of them, allowing him to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Bang!" A monk's alms bowl was sent flying by a sword, and another person was defeated by Ying Feiyang's sword. Ying Feiyang's face was filled with joy, and his smile was innocent and pure. Ever since he returned from the Kunlun Immortal World, he had always been enlightened. This time, he challenged all the sects to use his understanding of the sword theory in actual combat, using the sects as whetstones to sharpen his edge. At this moment, he wasn't happy about defeating the opponent in front of him, but he was happy about his own improvement.
But after the joy, he realized that no one came to challenge him for a long time. Thus, he retracted his smile and raised his voice, "If no one comes forward to challenge me again, then I shall take it that the old enmity has been resolved!"
"Wait! Let me test your ability! "Among the crowd, a middle-aged man with a long black beard and luxurious clothes walked out from the crowd.
Seeing this, Mu Zixuan raised her eyebrows slightly. This person in front of her was the owner of Sharp Golden Edge Pavilion, Golden Hook Shuo. He had just joined the alliance not long ago, but his martial arts were not ordinary. In the entire Righteous Sky Alliance, he could be considered as one of the best. But …
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