A cold light flashed, and Wei Yu retreated with a sword!
When the pedestrians on the road looked over, they saw Wei Yu holding his sword in front of him and leaning against the wall.
They could not help but hold their breaths.
Wei Yu was not a nobody. He was the number one soaring dragon in the world recognized by the Qin people, the Tianjiao of the Great Qin! His future was limitless, and the future was not just in front of him.
Now, he was fighting with someone of the same realm, but he seemed to be at a disadvantage.
Who was his opponent?
"Good!"
Wei Yu praised again.
"I yearn for the glory of the Flying Sword Era and hate it so much. I didn't expect to see such an ancient flying sword in this day and age. I, Wei Yu, am fortunate! "
He turned his sword sideways and slanted it in front of him. He stepped on the ground with his back foot and shot out.
An extremely powerful and ferocious sword intent gathered his body and mind, condensing his momentum and power. It roared and condensed continuously …
In the end, he and his sword both moved forward.
However, he still stood in his original position and leaned against the wall. He only casually raised his hand in front of him, raised his index finger slightly, and gently pushed forward.
Clang!
A cold light seemed to appear out of thin air and collided with the tip of Wei Yu's sword.
Wei Yu did not want to use this sword at all. He was still seven steps away from his opponent.
However, he had no choice!
Just now, his sword told him that if he did not use this sword … he would die!
Before the momentum and intent were complete, the sword had already been used.
It was only at this moment when the tips of the swords collided that he saw his opponent's sword clearly for the first time.
It was a flying sword without a handle. At this moment, it had enlarged to more than two feet. Its entire body was filled with sword light. There was not a single spot that was not sharp and dazzling.
It was as if it did not have any substance but was a sword formed from endless sword light.
However, it was so real that it was able to counteract his sword.
He couldn't use any magical techniques. None of his magical techniques would be able to stop this sword.
Wei Yu was very clear about this. Other than swinging his sword, any action was a burden at this moment. He could only rely on the sword in his hand and the extraordinary sword technique that he had diligently practiced!
His swordsmanship had always been his strongest point.
At that moment, Wei Yu activated her Dao essence with all her might and channeled it into the sword. She used her strength to push the flying sword forward! Then, he turned around and drew a wonderful arc in the air, cutting open the flowing wind. He was fast and ruthless as he moved his sword to chase after the enemy!
Clang!
Another sound rang out.
When Wei Yu approached with her sword, she had no choice but to attack in advance and was forced to stop by the flying sword!
Can I be like this?
This was the only thought in Wei Yu's mind.
With a flip of his wrist, the long sword in his hand also followed the flying sword and twisted it a few times.
The spiraling Sword Qi created a whirlpool in the air, temporarily controlling the extremely agile Flying Sword.
What a marvelous swordsmanship!
As for Wei Yu herself, she followed the opening that she had created with her sword qi and approached him …
Clang!
The sword that he had prepared to use to kill had no choice but to slash out in advance to block the flying sword that had suddenly appeared in front of him!
Others might not be able to understand, but he was able to.
This flying sword was too sharp!
It easily shattered his spiraling Sword Qi and was not restrained at all.
It was not that the other could not dodge that attack, but purposefully gave him a chance to waste his killing blow at this moment!
What kind of judgment was this? What kind of swordsmanship was this?
Wei Yu gritted his teeth and turned around again. His sword light slashed out three times and forced the flying sword aside.
He stepped onto the wall of the yard and then fell down from the sky.
This sword was brilliant and grand … …
Clang!
His sword, which had flown from the sky, was forced to turn around and come back!
In the eyes of the disciples of Yi 'an Count Fu and the increasing number of people that had gathered in front of the Count Fu, what they saw was Wei Yu, who was known as the first soaring dragon of the Qin. He continuously attacked and moved forward.
But … he was continuously forced back.
From beginning to end, he could not get within five steps of the enemy!
That man who stood motionless like a rock by the wall and only raised his sword looked so terrifying at this time.
"It seems … that this is the case."
He leaned forward and whispered in a voice that no one could hear.
He had only raised his index finger all this time. At this time, he also raised his middle finger, the two fingers together. His thumb, ring finger, and pinky were all closed together.
His right hand moved forward like a stabbing sword and then straightened.
He pointed at Wei Yu from the side!
Suddenly, there was a sharp howl.
Because the distance was too close, Wei Yu could not tell if he first heard the howl or saw the dot of cold light.
In short, when he used all his power and still wanted to charge forward … …
Clang clang clang!
Three sounds.
For the first time, he was within five steps of the enemy.
But there was only a sword hilt left in his hand.
He held the bare sword hilt and was only four steps away from the enemy.
But he froze here.
These four steps, he would never be able to cross.
Because Wei Yu's posture was too determined, and his advancing presence was too vicious.
So the way he froze and held out the sword hilt seemed comical and ironic.
But no one laughed.
Even his opponent, the man called Forward, did not have any intention of mocking.
Clang clang!
Perhaps it was because the entire street was too quiet.
The sound of the three pieces of the sword falling to the ground was so crisp.
People seemed to have just woken up. The famous sword in Wei Yu's hand had been cut into four pieces on his path.
And Wei Yu also seemed to have woken up from a dream.
He held the sword hilt and looked forward.
He could no longer see the flying sword, but he asked, "What's the name of this sword?"
The sharpness in Forward's eyes had disappeared.
He seemed to have turned back into that slovenly, down-and-out guy, staring at the world with a pair of dead fish eyes.
Except …
It was only when he mentioned these four words that he raised his chin slightly with a hint of unspeakable pride.
"Dragon Light Shooting Dou," he said.
Wei Yu turned the sword hilt around and held it in his hand. He cupped his hands and bowed. "I'm inferior to you. I admit defeat. I won't dare to call myself invincible in the future. "
There was no reason, no excuse. Winning or losing had always been such a simple matter.
For Wei Yu, he had lost the halo of being the world's number one soaring dragon today. His reputation had been "taken away", and his sword had been broken. The bitter fruit of this failure could not be said to be not painful.
However, as the winner of this battle, Forward had no awareness that his reputation would be spread far and wide.
His dead fish face was dejected, and there was no sign of excitement.
He only said, "Goodbye."
Then he turned around and walked into the distance alone.
Wei Yu's words did not cause any ripples in his heart.
Perhaps to Wei Yu himself, "I don't dare to call myself invincible" was a great recognition.
But to him … Wei Yu should not be called invincible.
That person was no longer around. Who could be called invincible?
As for the so-called "prestige" of surpassing the Qin Kingdom's number one soaring dragon, it was just so-so.
He could have come quietly and left quietly. Just like he had done most of the time along the way. As long as he won or lost, he did not care about the reputation of winning or losing.
It was Wei Yu's own pride that made him unwilling to leave a way out for himself.
As for Forward, from the beginning to the end, he was just as he said. On this trip, he did not want to hurt others' faces or steal their reputation …
He only wanted to ask for the sword.
He only wanted to ask for the sword.
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