[Complacency] was a famous sword hidden in the Great Wei Imperial Palace.
The Wei Emperor gave this sword to Yan Shaofei. His expectations for Yan Shaofei were self-evident.
Yan Shaofei was a wanderer, but he was able to suppress all the heroes in the Wei Nation. He was even "complacent" at the River Viewing Platform. Of course, he could be called a Tianjiao.
At this moment, he used the Red Lotus Hellfire in his sword and used Zhongshan Wei Sun's Dragon Sparrow Soldiers to "wash" the red lotus away, revealing the true nature of this sword.
Then, the sword came straight.
After washing away all the lead, it was like waking up from a dream.
This was a sword that reflected one's heart. It was also a stunning sword.
Just based on this sword, it was not inferior to Gan Chang 'an's Karma Blade Technique!
However, Zhongshan Wei Sun did not give in at all.
Dragon Sparrow Soldiers and Sword Picking Red Lotus were both powerful killing techniques. After they clashed, they fell everywhere.
Yan Shaofei was able to use the "complacent" sword from the "falling petals" to return to its true nature. He had indeed taken the initiative.
However, this did not mean anything.
It was just that this sword was more suitable at this moment. That was all.
And his fist was even stronger!
In the world of flowers and blood, facing Yan Shaofei who was walking towards him.
Facing this heroic hero and his proud sword, Lin Fan was stunned.
Zhongshan Wei Sun's fist "bulged".
To be precise, the surging Termination Energy wrapped around his fist. It flowed like water, surged like waves, and even … wrapped around his entire body.
The ferocious Termination Energy surged and instantly contracted, condensing into a physical object.
It was pieces and pieces …
Black and shiny armor.
Layers and layers covered Zhongshan Wei Sun's body.
The armor was like a bull's horn, and fire patterns flowed on the armor.
Only a pair of cold eyes were revealed.
The elegant and rich young master instantly turned into a bloody and cold killing general on the battlefield.
Zhongshan Clan's secret technique, [Soldier Slaughtering Demon Armor].
It was not an armor treasure, but a top-notch combat technique that strengthened all aspects of a cultivator.
Jing Nation's current Eagle Guard General, Zhongshan Yanwen, relied on this technique to go eight thousand miles into the desolate border and returned after slaying a true demon. His name shook the world!
After Zhongshan Yanwen created this technique, it replaced the Zhongshan Clan's original technique and became the clan's core secret technique.
From this, one could see how powerful it was.
Zhongshan Wei Sun's Armament Destroyer Demon-Slaying Armor had its own understanding that was different from the original codex. Incorporating the power of the Nanming Primordial Fire was more suitable for him.
At this moment, the fully armored Zhongshan Weisun stood on the spot like an iron statue.
Cold and unyielding.
And when he swung his fist …
"Kill!"
"I deserve to die in the enemy's camp!"
"We will never retreat!"
Huff!
Clang clang clang!
In an instant, the "blood" and "flowers" that filled the sky were all pushed away. A terrifying aura swept out.
Zhong Yue Wei Sun punched out, and countless army spirits appeared behind him.
They were either spurring their horses, shouting to kill, charging, or beheading …
It was the sound of the cavalry's swords and spears!
Under such a fist, even Yan Shaofei's proud sword could not help but bend slightly. Even Yan Shaofei had no choice but to retreat!
With his fist against the sword, one of them advanced and the other retreated.
The blood and flowers that filled the sky were collapsing at an accelerated rate.
While everyone was shocked by this scene, Cao Jie lightly leaned back. A silent and formless power spread out, blocking Jiang Wang's left and right —
Just now, he felt the sword intent that this youth emitted, and knew that he had comprehended something.
In order to prevent others from noticing, he secretly concealed it.
What made Jiang Wang feel something was not the Dragon Sparrow Soldier Kill or the Sword Picking the Red Lotus. Indeed, these two killing techniques could be considered top-notch and were on the same level as his Fire World Technique. In fact, due to the cultivation of the caster, the performance of these two techniques was much stronger than his Fire World Technique.
However, what made Changsi cry, what made his sword intent erupt, and what even made it spread out of his body, was Yan Shaofei's "proud" sword.
It was too compatible.
When he saw this sword, he immediately understood.
His youthful and frivolous sword seemed to have jumped out of his mind. Changsi's sword spirit flew excitedly in the Five Prefectures Sea.
Youthful and frivolous was nothing more than "proud"!
It was because he was proud that he looked around arrogantly.
Because he was proud of his youth, he was unrestrained and frivolous!
Jiang Wang had once seen Chao Yu's Hidden Blade for Ten Years and comprehended the Famous Scholar Sword's "Ten Years of Desolation, Life and Death Enmity".
Today, when he saw Yan Shaofei's proud sword technique, he comprehended the Young Scholar Sword's "proud".
The so-called Human Dao Sword Technique was the elaboration of the word "human". It was to observe people, the world, and oneself. It was the summary and analysis of all one's experiences.
First Chao Yu, then Yan Shaofei.
Using other people's true intent to comprehend one's own true intent.
It was really wonderful.
The emotion that sprouted in that instant made Jiang Wang almost want to leap onto the stage and slash out with his sword amidst the blood and flowers that fell from the sky. Then, he let out a long howl as he sang.
Of course, he could only restrain himself.
Other than Perfected Monarch Yu Lu, who was hosting the competition, and the six Dharma Avatar Supremes, anyone who interfered with the competition would be courting death.
Jiang Wang calmed his emotions and retracted his sword intent. He continued to watch the battle, completely unaware of what Cao Jie had done just now.
Cao Jie himself was indifferent and did not speak.
Ji Zhaonan, who was sitting beside him, did not look sideways.
In the arena —
Zhongshan Weisun activated the Armament Destroyer Demon-Slaying Armor and activated the Nine Directions Killing Fist, which was a secret technique of the Zhongshan clan. He used the "Cavalry Protruding Saber and Spear Cry" to force Yan Shaofei back.
His fists were filled with evil energy, suppressing the entire arena.
It exploded the air and sword aura, sealing the opponent's room to maneuver.
For a moment, he had the upper hand, like a god or a demon.
On the other hand, Yan Shaofei retreated again and again.
His retreating speed could not keep up with Zhongshan Weisun's speed. His proud sword was bent more and more by the armored fist.
However, his expression was not fearful. His eyes were actually filled with sorrow.
Sorrow?
Zhongshan Weisun could not understand.
The spectators on the spectator stand could not understand either.
In this vast world, there was a vast sea of people. Everyone had their own joys and sorrows.
All living beings in this world, all the people outside …
They were all spectators.
His heart was filled with sorrow and no one knew his hatred.
No one needed to know!
Zhongshan Weisun, who was under the Armament Destroyer Demon-Slaying Armor, saw that Yan Shaofei was looking at everything with a sorrowful gaze. The jade bracelet on his hair suddenly exploded, and his long hair danced wildly.
The sorrow in his eyes disappeared, and became bright and joyful.
That kind of extreme and overflowing joy was about to flow out of his eyes.
However, for some reason, seeing this kind of "joy" made one's heart feel heavier.
To Zhongshan Weisun, the change in his opponent's emotions was secondary. The important thing was that at this moment, he could clearly feel that his opponent's aura was rapidly rising!
The power that came from the sword that was being suppressed by his iron fist was as vast as a raging sea!
His proud sword suddenly straightened. Zhongshan Weisun, who was fully armored, was sent flying back thirteen steps!
Bam bam bam bam bam!
He stepped on the ground step by step, exerting strength with each step, and barely managed to stabilize himself!
What had happened?
Under the Armament Destroyer Demon-Slaying Armor, his strength in all aspects had rapidly risen. How could he be suppressed by his opponent?
What Zhongshan Weisun did not know was that this was just the beginning.
Yan Shaofei, whose long hair danced wildly and whose eyes were filled with extreme joy, suddenly laughed wildly.
This was originally a very sudden scene, but it happened very naturally.
His aura, his will, his Dao energy, his blood … his everything was consuming itself and shining brilliantly at this moment!
Mystical ability, [Endless Joy]!
Giving up everything, just for a moment of youth.
If one could not enjoy it fully, they would all die!
This was a true Mystical ability that put one's life on the line. When using this Mystical ability, the cultivator would use up everything, boil everything, and give up everything … In this moment, the brilliance of his entire life would be released, increasing his strength in all aspects.
If he could defeat his opponent and enjoy it fully, he would be able to enjoy it fully.
If he could not defeat his opponent, he would die on the spot.
It was also an increase in strength in all aspects.
After paying such a terrifying price, the Endless Joy Mystical ability was definitely much stronger than ordinary enhancement mystical abilities. It was also not something that Zhongshan Weisun's Armament Destroyer Demon-Slaying Armor could compare to.
Therefore, Yan Shaofei waved his sword and forced Zhongshan Weisun to retreat.
The two of them, who were originally of equal strength, pulled apart at this moment.
Under the Endless Joy state, Yan Shaofei charged forward with his sword.
The sword pierced through the blood and flowers. It was so dazzling.
But for some reason, his footsteps suddenly became unstable, and he started to stagger and stumble.
It was as if he was drunk!
In his eyes, his movements seemed to have slowed down.
However, in his senses, this sword became so heavy and so strong.
He laughed, happy, and proud.
However, his sword was sorrowful, struggling, and in pain.
When such a sword came, the cuckoo cried blood and all things mourned.
He looked at the shaky sword that was being delivered to him.
Zhongshan Weisun realized that he could only retreat. He could only retreat!
He could not bear such pain. He could not bear such sorrow.
What kind of sword force was this?
As Zhongshan Weisun retreated, he summoned the Termination Energy. Under the Armament Destroyer Demon-Slaying Armor state, he used the Nine Directions Killing Fist.
The Termination Energy rose behind him and covered the sky. It covered the clouds and covered the sun as it swept forward.
This was a fist that gathered the momentum. It was a fist that swept forward like a flood.
Wherever the army went, it was invincible.
As the saying went, "Black clouds pressed down on the city and threatened to destroy it."
However, that sword actually stabbed in.
It stabbed in crooked and crooked.
It split the black clouds apart and pierced through the Termination Energy.
After disintegrating his fist momentum, Yan Shaofei laughed loudly and staggered in.
The sword was already across his neck!
Zhongshan Weisun felt a chill run down his spine.
This opponent, this hero of Wei, who he did not pay much attention to and was unable to find out more about his background.
He used a sword called "Pride".
What he picked was a divine ability called "Endless Pleasure".
His eyes were filled with joy and his face was full of smiles.
However, his sword force seemed to be carrying sin. It was sorrowful and heavy.
What had this person experienced?
What kind of story did this person have?
What kind of swordsmanship was this!?
In the distant Starlight Holy Tower, Zhongshan Weisun's Holy Tower and Yan Shaofei's Holy Tower complemented each other.
The five residences in his body trembled.
Zhongshan Weisun looked straight at Yan Shaofei. His eyes were as deep as hell.
He activated the supernatural power that had already appeared in the previous rounds of battle …
Warden of Hell!
It interrogated the opponent's soul and gave them endless torture and pain.
As the supernatural power continued to be developed, the Warden of Hell would become more and more "rich".
In the first round of battle, the moment the Warden of Hell appeared, the opponent from the Five Northwest Countries Alliance had already collapsed on the spot. That was Tianjiao, the Five Northwest Countries Alliance, who was born in a bitter and cold place and was known for its firm will!
When the opponent was complacent, it was a good time for the Warden of Hell to show his might.
There was no more suitable choice than this.
Zhongshan Weisun clenched his iron fists and prepared to attack at any time.
But …
The Warden of Hell's supernatural power fell.
Yan Shaofei's expression didn't change at all. He was still smiling brightly, his eyes full of joy. And while he was stumbling, the sword had already reached him!
The Warden of Hell's supernatural power had no effect on him at all!
Or more accurately, the Warden of Hell had already taken effect, but Yan Shaofei had endured that kind of pain.
This could only mean that the pain he was feeling now was even deeper and more torturous!
Zhongshan Weisun suddenly had a kind of realization.
Perhaps this person's current state was originally using pain and sin as fuel for firewood.
Then he came to a conclusion. Yan Shaofei in this state was undefeatable!
Therefore, he blasted out a "Cavalry Protruding Saber and Spear Cry". Without hesitation, he rose into the air and moved his body.
Unknowingly, his will to battle had changed again and again.
From defeating his opponent forcefully to defeating his opponent seriously, and now … to enduring his opponent's supernatural power state and waiting for a good opportunity.
Of course, his desire to win had never been extinguished from the beginning to the end.
For war, victory and defeat were always more important than the process.
Only by knowing how to avoid the sharp edge could one be considered to understand war.
But at this moment.
Facing Zhongshan Weisun's Nine Directions Killing Fist, Yan Shaofei actually did not dodge or evade.
He could only stumble forward and strike at Zhongshan Wei Sun!
Boom!
The fists mercilessly blasted onto Yan Shaofei's body, directly breaking through his protective starlight and causing his sternum to cave in. He let out a difficult and painful sound.
But Yan Shaofei was still laughing.
In his state of extreme joy, he was not killed by this punch.
He laughed joyfully and fell forward while stumbling.
Like a naive and happy child, he waved his wooden sword and ran while laughing. But his steps were unstable and he fell on the spot.
But it was this fall.
Zhongshan Weisun's rising momentum was blocked on the spot. His entire body was slashed by countless rays of sword energy that appeared out of nowhere.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding!
That was the sound of sword energy cutting the Weapon-Slaying Devil Armor.
Under this crazy slash of sword energy, Zhongshan Weisun was forced back to the ground.
And Yan Shaofei fell in front of him!
Like a drunkard drowning his sorrows in alcohol, like a child who fell, he fell and fell forward in front of him.
Coincidentally, the proud sword pierced right into his chest!
Zhongshan Weisun was unwilling, unconvinced, indignant!
He still had magical powers that he had not used, trump cards that he had not used, and the Nine Directions Killing Fist was not finished!
He was the Tianjiao of the Jing Kingdom, how could he!
But the extremely sorrowful and painful sword energy was wreaking havoc in his body.
His pain and his sins were ignited again, even burning with the fire of a red lotus. The painful flames burned in his body …
A ray of clear light comforted him.
It comforted his body, but his heart was in even more pain!
Because Yu Qie had interfered.
While Yu Qie was announcing the outcome of the battle.
Zhongshan Weisun looked at Yan Shaofei, who had fallen in front of him and had pierced his chest with a long sword while supporting himself.
He spat out blood and asked with difficulty, "What sword technique is this?"
After he asked the question, he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him seemed to be mute.
It was probably because he was born mute that this person was in so much pain.
Only by being so focused could he be so powerful …
At this moment, a strange thought appeared in Zhongshan Weisun's mind — if Huang Sheli became mute one day, he would become even stronger, right?
"Spiritual pain."
Yan Shaofei said.
He pulled out his proud sword.
The moment the tip of the sword left his body, Zhongshan Weisun really wanted Zhao Tiezhu to come out and say a few words.
But looking at this person who pulled out his sword and retreated, he felt desolate and sorrowful.
I'm going to get beaten up when I go back, right?
There's nothing I can do about it. Not being able to display my peak means that I'm not strong enough.
But grandpa, I've really worked hard.
Forget it, you won't listen to me, right?
So be it …
The person lying on the ground lay flat.
The person who stood and retreated was expressionless.
The extreme joy just now dissipated, only leaving behind endless desolation and sorrow.
Although he won this battle, he seemed to have become a little hunched.
It was not that he did not return to his youth, but that this sword hurt himself and hurt others!
People could not help but ask, what was the story between him and his sword technique?
The victor on the martial arts stage had been decided, but below the stage, there was suddenly an uproar!
Tianjiao of Wei Nation had won this battle!
Tianjiao, who was not from an overlord nation, had actually reached the last step and was qualified to compete for the champion of the Yellow River Gathering!
The people of Jing Nation had ugly expressions on their faces in disbelief.
The people of Wei Nation were overjoyed and cheered.
The Great General of Wei Nation, Wu Xun, stood up with an excited expression. "Yan Shaofei! When we return to the country, I will lead your horse! "
However, Yan Shaofei only held his sword. His eyelids were slightly lowered, and his expression was lonely. Standing alone on the stage, it was as if he had been abandoned by the entire world.
Even though today …
The world was proud of the River Viewing Platform!
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