The dragonriders were thrown into an uproar. There was actually someone who wanted to compete with the number one swordsman of Parting Hatred Palace, Yuan Fushun. This was truly a huge joke.
However, there was no harm in seeing what kind of tricks he had up his sleeves. As a result, the hundred cavalry set up an empty space to serve as the arena.
Even now, Yan Li still felt that this was absurd.
Zhang Yifeng inexplicably appeared, inexplicably agreed to a sword duel, and on his way to escape, he was prepared to fight.
Watching a show was naturally an interesting thing, but if there was an assassin lying in ambush all around, who would be in the mood to watch a show?
Being in the mood was one thing, but the show had already begun. If he didn't watch, wouldn't it be a waste of his life?
The two were facing off.
Zhang Yifeng had a smile on his face the entire time, as if there was nothing worth worrying about in this world.
Yuan Fushun, on the other hand, had a bitter and resentful look on his face. He deeply felt a type of provocation. Even though the other party was unconscious, it was precisely this kind of unconscious provocation that made him feel even more uneasy. Of course, a person wouldn't feel uneasy towards an ant, unless they couldn't see through that ant's depths.
This was the case right now. His consciousness actually couldn't see through Zhang Yifeng's depths, which was a bit strange.
The only thing he couldn't see through was the seventh realm of air, which was above him.
Could it be that this person was the legendary Seventh Realm that transcended the mortal world?
"Brother Yan," Zhang Yifeng suddenly shouted.
"You aren't thinking of running away, are you?" Yan Li sneered.
"Lend me your sword," Zhang Yifeng said with a smile.
Yan Li thought for a moment, and then said, "You want it even if it's broken?" While speaking, he still tossed the Separation Cliff over.
Zhang Yifeng caught it, and then pulled out a broken sword flower. With a smile, he said, "If it's not, then it's meaningless. Isn't this one fighting precisely for it? "
"You speak as if I'm already being irresponsible, abandoning you after using you!" Yan Li said unhappily. "I still haven't made my decision!"
Zhang Yifeng said, "Those who grasp the sword understand the sword. Even though I don't use the sword, I understand the principles behind it. If you are not sincere, how can the sword give you the most sincere feedback? "
Yuan Fulun said indifferently, "Of course it's true that those who persevere in the sword are proficient in the sword. But if we hold onto the incomplete part and don't let it rest in peace, hoping that it can produce a miracle, isn't that just asking for trouble? Both ordinary cultivators and sword xiu had to look forward so that they would not waste the lives of the former. Li Ya is already dead, he should be given a proper burial. "
"Then if I defeat you with Separation Cliff, will I be able to overturn your argument?" Zhang Yifeng smiled.
"Sure," Yuan Fushun said.
Zhang Yifeng smiled and said, "But you are an expert who has been famous for many years, while I am just an unaffiliated person, I am afraid that it would be unfair. Moreover, cultivation is not considered in this competition of the sword. "
"What do you want?" Yuan Fushen asked.
"Only in terms of sword skills," Zhang Yifeng said.
Yuan Fushen pondered for a moment before saying, "Alright!" He stretched out his hand and grabbed a cyan-steel sword from one of the cavalrymen. He skillfully swung the sword and aimed it at Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng also aimed Leaving Cliff at Yuan Fulun.
The two then stared at each other for about fifteen minutes.
When everyone felt like dozing off, the two still did not fight.
As the saying went, the connoisseur knows the ropes, while the amateurs watch the show.
Just because they did not fight did not mean the battle was not exciting.
Yan Li saw at least dozens of sword forms, which were completed as the two stared at each other.
This kind of high-level technique was a great test of a swordsman's willpower.
The clash of sword forms was very dangerous, not any less than a clash of true names.
If they were the slightest bit careless, they would feel fear whenever they saw a sword.
While Yan Li saw the ropes, he could not tell which of the two was better. The only thing he knew was that both were better than him.
Yuan Fushen was one thing, he had been a famous expert for a long time. But he had not expected an "orphan" he picked up on the road to have such a high level of sword cultivation. He became even more curious about Zhang Yifeng's origins.
"Please!" Yuan Fushen suddenly said.
"Please!" Zhang Yifeng followed.
The two stepped forward at the same time, their wrists twisting, but the swords' arcs were extremely short and weak. Compared to the movements of their wrists, it was as if they had not moved at all.
Leaving Cliff arrived first, his sword glowing with an indescribable light as it sliced toward Yuan Fushen's meridian.
Yuan Fushen parried it with his sword, then followed up with a slash toward Zhang Yifeng's throat.
Every single movement of the two men was clearly seen by everyone.
It was as if they had agreed to move in slow motion at the same time.
Yan Li, on the other hand, was drenched in cold sweat.
The two seemed to have only exchanged one round, but in the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged dozens of moves.
If not for the disorderly sword forms, which allowed him to experience the profundities within, he probably would not have been able to understand.
After a few more rounds, both sides retreated a few steps. Yuan Fushen let out a deep breath. "Sir is brilliant."
"Equally matched," Zhang Yifeng said with a smile. "It seems that I have not been able to refute your argument."
Everyone was confused by what they were seeing and hearing.
Yuan Fushen said, "No matter what, this old man has misjudged you. Sir is truly brilliant. This old man takes back what I said just now."
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
The atmosphere of a duel immediately melted away, and the atmosphere seemed to have become harmonious.
The motorcade continued to set off, and then Yan Li found that he had almost become an extra person. Because after they got back on the car, the two of them suddenly appreciated each other and regretted not meeting each other earlier. They wished they could become sworn brothers and become friends despite the difference in age. They chatted happily and left Yan Li aside.
Some people were just like this, able to strike up a conversation with anyone.
Yan Li was clearly not such a person, so he could only quietly cultivate by himself.
At the bottom of a slope not far from the carriages, a group of people in black and blue robes were gathered together, discussing something.
"Hallmaster, we've investigated. There is only Yuan Fushen among the escorts. There are no other experts."
The one who was addressed as hallmaster was a bearded man in his fifties. His eyes seemed to be flickering with lightning. "Damn it, only Yuan Fushen? Parting Hatred Palace is underestimating our Gongsun Clan! "
This person was called Gongsun Yi, and he was the hallmaster of the Gongsun Clan's Thunder God Hall. He had already reached the Sixth Realm for more than forty years, and people called him the Thunderbolt Lord Gongsun Yi. It was said that he did things swiftly and decisively.
"Hmph!" he said coldly. "Since there is only Yuan Fushen, what are we waiting for? Let's charge and kill him!"
"Second Uncle, wait!"
The person beside him hurriedly called out.
"What?" Gongsun Yi frowned.
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