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As soon as he finished speaking, his killing intent rose.
Ying Feiyang's heart suddenly palpitated, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his cheek.
"Thump, thump, thump." Taoist Qing Yi strolled toward him. His footsteps were light and slow, but the sound of his footsteps sounded like thunder. It was as if every step was heavily stepping on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe, his Qi and blood churning, and he was discouraged even before the fight began.
Now, when he looked at Taoist Qing Yi again, he saw a scene that seemed illusory. The arena, the crowd, the houses, and even the entire Peak of Tongtian had disappeared. Between heaven and earth, there was only a solemn darkness and an empty dazzling white. The two colors were separated by a straight line that stretched as far as the eye could see and stretched for thousands of miles.
The black and white colors were clearly separated, as if they had been opposing each other since ancient times. But now, the balance was broken.
Taoist Qing Yi faced the light, and his back was to the darkness. He stood on the dividing line between black and white. With every step he took, the dividing line moved forward a little, leading the endless darkness to devour the light.
This was a murderous aura, a murderous aura that was as dark as the night!
Ying Feiyang suddenly woke up. When he confronted Young Master Peacock in the past, he had felt the murderous aura of this great demon. Even now, when he dreamed about it, his heart still trembled. But Qing Yi in front of him could condense his murderous aura into an indistinguishable illusion. In terms of murderous aura, he was even more powerful than Young Master Ling.
"He, he is real … He wants to kill me! " Just now, it was still a playful fight, but in the blink of an eye, it had become a battle of life and death. Ying Feiyang felt like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake. His whole body stiffened and he could not move.
The confidence that he gained by showing off his cleverness, speaking skills, luck, and small tricks, shrank rapidly in the face of absolute murderous aura. His whole body could not stop trembling.
Qing Yi kept moving forward step by step. His slender figure was reflected in Ying Feiyang's eyes. Ying Feiyang's pupils dilated rapidly because of fear, and his eyes seemed to lose focus, as if he was about to faint at any time.
In the silence, the clear footsteps sounded even louder. At this moment, a sentence appeared in Ying Feiyang's mind without warning.
"Right now, your cultivation isn't high enough, so you can't use this move yet. Once you've made some progress, when you're in a life or death situation, you'll naturally remember it."
It was as if someone was whispering in his ear, using a bewitching voice to teach him. Although it was only one sentence, it made the fear he had just felt dissipate without a trace.
Waves surged in his mind, and the undercurrent hidden in the deepest part of the sea of memories suddenly became agitated. It turned into a whirlpool that rose up and rushed out of the sea. Then, the whirlpool shattered and turned into thousands of sword lights, which were extremely beautiful!
"The sudden change of the human heart is like the change of the wind and clouds. Even if you have amazing cultivation and peerless skills, you still can't resist this change in an instant. This move is called —" Ying Feiyang's unfocused eyes suddenly condensed into two deep black spots. As the bright light bloomed, thousands of sword lights condensed into one spot. The wind and clouds in the field seemed to be disturbed, and the heavy atmosphere was blown away.
The pressure disappeared, and Ying Feiyang regained control of his stiff body. At the same time, he struck out with his sword!
"— Don't know the change of the wind and clouds in an instant!"
This sword, like the changeless wind and the indefinite clouds, had endless changes in this move. The silent black and the empty white changed because of the surging wind and clouds. The black was born from silence, and the white was born from nothingness. The black and white sword world in Ying Feiyang's eyes disintegrated like broken porcelain.
A trace of surprise flashed in Daoist Qing Yi's eyes. Then, he raised his eyebrows and showed a knowing smile. In an instant, the monstrous murderous aura disappeared like melting snow and ice.
Daoist Qing Yi didn't press forward anymore. He stopped and turned around to avoid this sword.
The sword lights flickered and disappeared. The two people in the arena stood still. "Rip!" The sound of cloth tearing rang out, and a finger-length tear appeared on Daoist Qing Yi's sleeve.
"Ten moves!" The crowd below the arena seemed to wake up from a dream and shouted. Not only did he not lose in ten moves, but he even gained the upper hand in the last move. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net
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"He won, he won!" The disciples were surprised and cheered for Ying Feiyang.
Different from the cheering crowd below the arena, Ying Feiyang stood blankly in the arena. He was still in shock, and cold sweat seemed to have dared to flow out of his back, but in an instant, the back of his robe was soaked.
He turned his head and looked at Qing Yi in a daze, with a questioning look in his eyes.
Qing Yi just smiled and said, "You win. You can keep that trash if you want." After saying that, he was about to leave.
"Wait!" Ying Feiyang suddenly shouted, "What was that?" The last move was full of changes. Ying Feiyang suddenly comprehended an exquisite move, but Qing Yi restrained his murderous aura and stopped fighting in advance. Otherwise, it was hard to say if he could survive Qing Yi's sword with his newly comprehended move.
"What was that?" Qing Yi replied impatiently without turning his head.
"What was that? It's your loss. "
"You lost to a junior disciple. No wonder you were kicked out of the sect and forced to guard the Taoist temple."
"I thought you were very powerful. So you were just pretending."
After the heavy murderous aura dissipated, the disciples below the arena felt relieved. It seemed that they were trying to cover up their timidity under the murderous aura, and now they were laughing at Qing Yi for showing his courage.
But to Ying Feiyang, the mockery was very harsh, as if he was the one being laughed at.
He had used all kinds of tricks and tricks, yet he had still relied on his opponent to give in to him. Ying Feiyang suddenly felt a wave of dissatisfaction in his heart. It was as if he was on fire and could not vent his displeasure.
Seeing that Qing Yi was about to leave the arena, Ying Feiyang suddenly shouted, "Shishu, wait!"
Ying Feiyang stopped Qing Yi, gritted his teeth and said, "That move just now didn't count. Shishu, please fight again. I won't run away, I won't play tricks, I won't run away, I won't play tricks. Please take another sword from Shishu!" As Ying Feiyang spoke, the horrible murderous aura from before shrouded his heart like a dark cloud. At the end of his words, he couldn't help but tremble.
Qing Yi turned around and looked at Ying Feiyang coldly. Ying Feiyang shuddered again and instinctively wanted to retreat, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground and he stood firmly on the arena, not swaying.
"Didn't count? If you lose, I'll kill that useless Ming Ye to vent my anger. Do you dare to accept? "
Ying Feiyang felt a chill in his heart, and the anger in his heart was extinguished by cold water.
"Hehehe …" Before Ying Feiyang could respond, Qing Yi laughed strangely and said, "You won unwillingly, but I lost willingly. It's not up to you to decide whether to fight or not!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he soared up from the ground and transformed into a wisp of sword light that flashed out. Everywhere he passed, he brought along a gust of violent wind that filled the mouths of his disciple that was ridiculing him earlier, causing him to be unable to stand steadily.
"If he really wanted to kill me just now, I wouldn't even have the chance to stop him." Shang Ying closed her beautiful eyes weakly.
"Hahaha, I haven't seen him for a few years. Old Seventh's ability to kill with the sword has reached such a level. In terms of swordsmanship, I'm afraid only the Sect Leader and Old Fifth Gu can beat him." On the high platform, Xie Lingyan's father, Xie Kangle, hit the table and praised loudly.
"I've stopped using the sword a long time ago. I'm probably inferior to him. There's only one person on this mountain who can beat him." The Sect Leader of Qing Yue replied coldly.
At the foot of the mountain, in Qi Yun Town, Qing Ku Taoist stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. His eyes were as clear as water, without the usual drowsiness and turbidity. He looked up at the sword light that cut through the sky and said, "Two years, only two years left!"
When Qing Yi's figure turned into an indistinguishable black dot in the distant sky, Ying Feiyang's legs suddenly gave way and he sat down on the arena …
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