"Wait, Xu Tingxian, Young Master Xu."
"Keep your sword, Ren Jiuxiao!"
Angel Ling Xin and Ying Feiyang said to the people in front of them.
That's right, the two people fighting were acquainted with Angel Ling Xin and Ying Feiyang respectively. The person playing the zither was the unparalleled Young Master Xu Tingxian of the Confucian Sect, and the young man holding the sword was Ren Jiuxiao of Ling Xiao Sword School.
"I don't have any objections. Scholars fighting and killing each other is too much of a wet blanket." Xu Tingxian smiled indifferently. He put the zither back on his back and jumped off the limestone. He cupped his hands in salute towards Goddess Ling Xin.
Ren Jiuxiao's eyes turned sharp as he looked at Ying Feiyang in front of him and said in shock, "Why is it you!" However, the light in his eyes became even brighter as he shouted, "It's even better if it's you!"
In the next moment, a dazzling sword light flashed. It was as sharp as a thunderbolt and turned into thousands of sword shadows. Ren Jiuxiao had already changed his target and reorganized his attack. The sword light crisscrossed and attacked Ying Feiyang.
"Good move!" Ying Feiyang saw Ren Jiuxiao's sword light was cold and bright. The unstoppable sharpness seemed to be able to cut through everything in its way. His heart was burning with fighting spirit, and he temporarily put aside all his entanglements.
"Angel Ling Xin, please wait for a moment! I will meet an old friend. "
Ying Feiyang whistled and then tapped his feet. His body moved and he changed the battlefield. Ren Jiuxiao knew his intention and followed closely behind.
Two silhouettes, one like a flying feather and the other like the wings of the ninth heaven, stepped on the waves of trees and flew to the side.
At the same time, the two swords crisscrossed. They were as fast as lightning and as strong as falling stars. A green wave rolled up, and the sound of clashing could be heard. In a short moment, it was unknown how many moves had been exchanged.
The top disciple of Ling Xiao Sword School in the past, and now the most dazzling talent of the Sword World. The two young silhouettes were like fire and water devouring each other, neither giving way to the other.
Both of them viewed each other as formidable opponents, but they hadn't had the opportunity to fight each other all these years. Now that they unexpectedly met again, they naturally spared no effort to display their strengths.
After fighting for a moment, Ying Feiyang's sword intent rose to the extreme. With a clear whistle, the wind and clouds surged, and the Chop Word Incantation came out. The huge sword blade slashed down from above, but at this moment, Ren Jiuxiao's sword intent suddenly leaked out, and the craggy sword in his hand broke again.
Ying Feiyang hurriedly withdrew his strength. "Whoosh!" With a bang, the jagged sword tip fell from the sky and stabbed into the ground. The two figures also landed at the same time.
"Why did you stop? How can you look down on the Sword Duel! " Ren Jiuxiao guided the tip of the sword back into the sword coffin, but the broken sword in his hand pointed straight at Ying Feiyang as he spoke with dissatisfaction.
Ying Feiyang was equally displeased. "You dare to fight me with a broken sword? Who's the one who's underestimating me? Let's fight again with another sword!"
Ren Jiuxiao coldly snorted and said: "The sword that is worthy of me, there is only one rugged sword, how can there be a replacement?"
"Then I won't fight!" Ying Feiyang dispersed his true qi, and before Ren Jiuxiao could raise an objection, he rushed to ask: "Your rugged intent, has it not been recast yet?"
Ying Feiyang naturally recognized the sword in Ren Jiuxiao's hand. Back then, he had blocked the sword in front of the Sword God to ask for his life, and in the end, he had broken the edge of the sword.
Ren Jiuxiao's eyes turned cold, and then he said: "It's easy to reforge the sword body, but difficult to regenerate the sword spirit. You need to cut the sword and seize the spirit to reappear the true rugged intent."
"Hmm? Cutting the sword and seizing the spirit? That Confucian Young Master called you 'Sword Hunter', so it really was you! " Ying Feiyang was slightly startled. He had heard of the name 'Sword Hunter'. Rumor had it that in recent years, there was a swordsman of unknown origin who held a broken sword, looking for other swordsmen to compete with. Every time he won, he would break his opponent's sword, so he was called Sword Hunter. Now that he compared it, it should be Ren Jiuxiao.
"So what if it is?" Ren Jiuxiao raised his eyebrows, but he did not deny it.
After the rugged intent was broken, Qing Yue Zhenren had given him a sword coffin to store the sword spirit. In the sword coffin, there was a special product of the Ling Xiao Sword School, the Cold Iron Star Sand. If Ren Jiuxiao used his true qi to activate it, he could activate the magnetic force of the Cold Iron Star Sand, allowing the broken sword to temporarily reassemble to fight against a strong enemy. But after a while, the magnetic force would weaken, and the rugged intent would once again be divided into two pieces.
After being punished by the Ling Xiao Sword School for two years, he left the school to travel, provoking the swordsmen of the world to break their swords, seize the sword spirit, and seal it in the sword coffin in order to recast the rugged intent sword spirit in the future. And this time, he met the Young Master of Zither and Sword, Xu Tingxian, and wanted to break Xu Tingxian's sword.
"Nothing, the day the broken sword is recast is the day we fight again!" Ying Feiyang finished speaking and put his sword back into the sheath.
Ren Jiuxiao frowned: "If you want to fight, then fight. Why wait?"
However, he saw Ying Feiyang reach out his hand, his figure suddenly flashed, and fiercely hit a big tree to the side.
There was a muffled sound, and the big tree that was as thick as a person's arms wrapped around it snapped in half. It was even sent flying several feet, smashing into the ground and causing smoke and dust to fly everywhere.
Seeing this, Ren Jiuxiao's expression changed, and he said in surprise: "This is your strength?" Although he could also send a tree flying with his bare hands, he couldn't do it as casually as Ying Feiyang. Moreover, Ying Feiyang's ghost-like movement technique just now made him realize that he was inferior. For a moment, his heart actually sank. They should have been evenly matched, but how did he get thrown off by him at some point?
Ying Feiyang saw his worries and said with a smile: "Don't panic, this is not an ability that I cultivated myself. Recently, I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky, but I picked up an external force that doesn't belong to me. When I was fighting with you just now, I was suppressing this external force, but if I used my full strength, I might not be able to suppress it. At that time, I will have external help, but you will only use a broken sword. Even if I defeat you, there will be no glory. When my external force dissipates and your broken sword is recast, it won't be too late to fight again! "
"What a disappointment!" Although Ren Jiuxiao was still unwilling, he knew that if it was really as Ying Feiyang said, then he had little chance of winning. Even if he lost, it would be hard for him to accept it, so he lost his interest and inserted the craggy sword into the sword coffin. Without saying a word, he was about to leave.
As he passed by, he heard Ying Feiyang say softly, "Two years ago, thank you!" Naturally, he was thanking Ren Jiuxiao for his help in Ling Xiao Sword School.
However, he heard Ren Jiuxiao smile bitterly, "I helped you two master and disciple, but my master's reputation was ruined. Who would have thought that?" Back then, he helped his master, Perfected Qing Yue, but in the end, his master's deeds were exposed. In the end, he hung his seal and left. In the cycle of karma, it was really like a malicious joke played by fate.
"You regret it?"
"The sword has no regrets." Ren Jiuxiao paused, then said, "But no matter what is right or wrong, Master is Master. If one day you find Master and want to be his enemy, then I will stand in front of you. When that time comes, remember not to hold back!"
Ying Feiyang thought about it and said, "Why did you come to Donghai?"
Ren Jiuxiao said, "Wang Nianzhi, the Sword of Donghai. Two years ago, we couldn't beat him even if we worked together with Ming Ye. This time, we wanted to try and see if we could break his sword!"
Ying Feiyang sighed softly and said, "He is already dead …"
"Dead? Why is it so disappointing … "Ren Jiuxiao was slightly stunned, and there was a hint of loneliness in his words.
"However, Mr. Dodge, one of the Six Primes, is rumored to have an extraordinary sword technique. Perhaps you can find him to spar …" After saying this, Ying Feiyang turned around and returned.
"Mr. Dodge?" Ren Jiuxiao whispered the name a few times and remembered it in his heart. Then, he continued to stride forward.
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