"Wuchen." Ye Futian's expression changed immediately.
Ye Wuchen was in the Fourth-level Dharma Plane, but his opponent was at the peak of the Dharma Plane.
Both of them had ritual implement swords. Even though Ye Wuchen had inherited the noble will, his opponent also had the fate of a noble level cultivator.
In comparison, Ye Wuchen could only be crushed. He had no chance of winning.
However, at this moment, Ye Wuchen walked out without hesitation. It was very likely that he would die here.
"Stop," Ye Futian ordered the Black Wind Eagle.
"Don't stop. Go!" Yu Sheng shouted. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Ye Wuchen's figure.
To him, Ye Futian's life was more important than anything. He wouldn't hesitate to trade his own life for Ye Wuchen's. He was a top talent from the Barren City with noble fate and a top ritual implement. They indeed couldn't fight against him.
The Black Wind Eagle screeched and continued forward. For the first time, it disobeyed Ye Futian's order.
Ye Futian's eyes were bloodshot. Was it going to be like this again? It was so familiar.
Ye Futian continued to take out spell scrolls and stack them around the Black Wind Condor, causing them to rush towards the palace of Loulan City. The relic had already collapsed. Loulan Xue said that strong cultivators from the palace would be rushing over. He needed to find them quickly.
The moment Ye Wuchen stepped down from the Black Wind Condor, noble intent exploded from his body. Sword intent filled the sky. The sword intent was everywhere and surged into the ritual implement. Then, he moved forward. His body seemed to have turned into a sword, merging with the ritual implement and becoming one. At this moment, his unstoppable momentum seemed to be able to kill any enemy in front of him.
Li Daoyun looked at Ye Wuchen's approaching figure. A mocking expression flashed across his face. A Fourth-level Dharma Plane cultivator wanted to compete with him?
He was just looking to die.
Ye Futian wielded his sword like the wind, fast as a shadow, and extremely sharp. He seemed to have turned into a phantom of the sword, charging directly into the towering sword will that Ye Wuchen was releasing. Wherever he passed, the sword will made way for him, unable to block his way at all.
In just an instant, he was in front of Ye Wuchen with unstoppable force. Both of them moved forward with indomitable will. Their auras seemed to contain the true meaning of swordsmanship.
In an instant, the two ritual implements collided. The tips of the swords clashed and clanged. A terrifying sword intent exploded in all directions. Ye Wuchen's plane was far from Li Daoyun's, but they were both using noble intent to activate their ritual implements. They could still reduce the difference. For Ye Wuchen, the increase was even greater. If he didn't have noble intent and ritual implements, he wouldn't have been able to withstand a single attack.
But even now, he still couldn't defeat Li Daoyun.
The moment the swords touched, Ye Wuchen's body quickly retreated. The two of them seemed to have turned into a straight line. Li Daoyun's sword qi pressed towards Ye Wuchen crazily. His movements in the air were like afterimages.
Amidst the towering Sword Will, Ye Wuchen gathered endless Sword Will. He reached out with his left hand. Endless Sword Qi seemed to have gathered in his five fingers. Noble Will exploded from within and pierced towards the figure before him.
"You don't know your place," Li Daoyun said coldly. Li Daoyun said coldly. His sword sliced across Ye Wuchen's sword like flowing water. It was extremely cold and sliced directly towards Ye Wuchen's hand that was reaching out.
It was too fast. Swords were already extremely fast, let alone Li Daoyun's sword.
With a squelch, his arm was sliced off along with the sword light. Blood sprayed out.
However, Ye Wuchen didn't seem to feel anything. In fact, the moment his arm was sliced off, a small silver sword shot out from between his brows. Endless Sword Will melded into the small silver sword. Faster than lightning, it shot towards Li Daoyun.
It was as if the sword from the arm was just a feint. He seemed to have already predicted that the arm would be destroyed.
Battles between swordsmen were extremely dangerous. Victory and defeat could be decided by a single thought. Li Daoyun's sword was fast but Ye Wuchen's was not slow, especially at such a close distance.
When Li Daoyun sliced off his arm, he even stopped retreating. The silver sword was like a beam of light, piercing towards Li Daoyun's brow.
What kind of person was Li Daoyun? The moment he chopped off Ye Wuchen's arm, he realized the danger. Terrifying sword will exploded between his eyebrows, protecting it. When the silver sword pierced through, his eyebrows seemed to spit out endless sword qi.
Their bodies seemed to have frozen in the void, and time seemed to have stopped.
Blood seeped out of Li Daoyun's brow. With an angry roar, a sword shadow appeared behind him. The silver sword was forcefully knocked out of his brow. Then endless sword light stabbed towards Ye Wuchen.
Ye Wuchen waved his sword. It was like rain, blocking all the sword light. He flew backwards.
"You used your arm as bait." Li Daoyun's expression was ugly. Endless Sword Will circled around his brow. He was injured. Injured by a Fourth-level Dharma Plane cultivator. It was a great humiliation.
Ye Wuchen didn't reply. He turned and left decisively.
He knew he wasn't Ye Wuchen's match. In order to use his arm as bait, he didn't hesitate to cut off his arm.
But losing an arm was better than losing his life.
Li Daoyun closed his eyes. The Sword Qi was still there, continuously healing his wounds. After a while, he opened his eyes again. His body shot into the air like lightning. He was extremely fast. The murderous intent in his eyes was extremely sharp.
He wanted Ye Wuchen dead. Not only Ye Wuchen, but everyone else also had to die.
At this time, Ye Futian was already near the palace. The relic had collapsed. This place wasn't real. It wasn't that big.
In the distance, a group of people flashed over. They all had extraordinary auras. They wore Loulan armor. The leader had an outstanding aura. Seeing Ye Futian's group, he rushed over.
"The book is with me," Ye Futian said directly. The people stopped. Ye Futian said, "I've already agreed to exchange with the Virgin. Now, someone is attacking the Virgin and my friend to steal the book. Come with me."
As soon as he finished, the Black Wind Eagle quickly turned back. Although everyone didn't know the truth, they still followed to see if it was true.
A moment later, Ye Wuchen also came in this direction, but his left arm was empty, and his shirt was dyed red with blood. It was a shocking sight.
"Ye Wuchen." Lin Yueyao's face was pale. The most talented person in the Cangye Kingdom, Ye Wuchen, had lost an arm?
However, Ye Wuchen was expressionless. He walked onto the Black Wind Eagle. Seeing the people from the Loulan royal family arrive, he said, "The pursuers are extremely strong. They're no weaker than your Virgin. Can you deal with them?"
The leader's eyes flashed. "I need to find out if it's true or not."
Ye Futian took out the treasured book. Suddenly, a cold intent filled the air. He said, "The treasured book is here. You can ask the Virgin later and you'll know if it's real or not. The person who came is from the Barren City.
The leader's expression was solemn. "There will be more people coming. I'll lead some people to stop them. You go to the palace first."
With that, he ordered some people to protect them. Of course, it was also to prevent Ye Futian's group from running away.
"Alright." Ye Futian nodded. He continued forward with the people from the palace. Behind them, a terrifying sword will rushed over. It was Li Daoyun chasing after them.
The people from Ancient Loulan were solemn. As expected, they were strong. The leader waved his hand and immediately led his people forward.
"Those who stop me will die," Li Daoyun said coldly. He released his Dharma and endless sword light shot out. The figures charging at him were pierced through their foreheads by the sword will. They died instantly.
Ye Futian looked over coldly and continued to use spell scrolls to advance. Before entering the Ancient Barren World, he'd brought many spell scrolls from the Cangye Kingdom, especially the wind spell scrolls. He'd prepared them for situations like this.
He looked at Ye Wuchen's broken arm and cold murderous intent flashed across his face.
"Why did you do this?" Ye Futian asked.
He was furious that Ye Wuchen had lost an arm but in reality, he knew that it was already very rare for Ye Wuchen to stop the pursuers and escape. If he'd stepped out, he might not have returned.
"It's better to have one person die than many." Ye Wuchen's answer was simple. It sounded reasonable but in the face of life and death, who would trade their life for someone else's?
His decisiveness when he'd stepped out was like his sword. Simple, direct, and decisive. It was rare to see someone like this. Perhaps this was why he'd been able to complete the 13 Steps of Death in the Noble Grotto and receive the ritual implement's approval at the Fourth-level Dharma Plane.
"Your arm …" Ye Futian looked at Ye Wuchen's hand.
"It doesn't affect my use of the sword." Ye Wuchen was calm. Ye Futian didn't say anything more but he'd already made up his mind.
"We're brothers from now on," Yu Sheng said to Ye Wuchen. "He'll pay for this arm with his life."
Lin Yueyao, Yun Qianmo, and the others watched quietly. They didn't say anything.
Lin Yueyao knew very well that even though she was the most beautiful woman in the Cangye Kingdom, Ye Futian and Yu Sheng had always been distant from her. Perhaps at the beginning, she hadn't been satisfied and thought Ye Futian was too arrogant. But as Ye Futian and Yu Sheng displayed their extraordinary talents again and again, she finally understood why the distance was there.
They didn't belong to the same world.
She could even feel that in Yu Sheng's eyes, there was only Ye Futian. Ye Futian was his faith, someone he needed to protect.
Even for Ye Wuchen, Yu Sheng felt distant from him.
But in today's crisis and Yu Sheng's words, she understood that the distance would no longer exist.
She suddenly thought of many things. These three were the top three of the Fenghua Rank of the Cangye Kingdom. They'd overshadowed the Nandou Nation's Tingfeng Banquet. They'd also created a storm in the Ancient Barren World and overshadowed the top talents of the outside world. What kind of miracles would they create in the future when they were together?
Perhaps if she thought about it now, she would never be able to imagine it.
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