"Be careful," Ye Futian said softly. The people from the Sword Saint Villa were not simple.
Those who could survive until now must be very powerful.
Ye Wuchen nodded and walked to the center of the battlefield. Many people's gazes landed on his single arm and the sword on his back. Was he a one-armed swordsman?
What was so special about him that he could survive until now?
"Yan Nan, from the Sword Saint Villa, grade eight noble."
"Ye Wuchen, grade nine noble."
"Cripple first." Yan Nan made a 'please' gesture. However, the word 'cripple' was extremely piercing to the ears. The surrounding people looked at Yan Nan in astonishment. With his status, he shouldn't be humiliating others like this unless there was some grudge between them.
However, the people from the Dawn Road knew why. Yan Nan from the Sword Saint Villa must be very unhappy that Ye Wuchen and Ye Futian took away the relic of the Flying Sword City. That was supposed to be their place of cultivation. To him, Ye Wuchen was just a nameless one-armed person. How could he have the right to inherit the relic of the Sword Saint Villa?
Yan Nan indeed thought so. A cripple had inherited the relic that was supposed to belong to them. It was a humiliation.
Ye Futian and Yu Sheng's expressions became extremely ugly. A cold light shot out of their eyes. Ye Futian's body even emanated a faint coldness, while Yu Sheng clenched his fists so tightly that they made cracking sounds.
Cripple?
They did not forget how Ye Wuchen's arm was broken.
Ye Wuchen's eyes narrowed slightly. He glanced at Yan Nan but did not have a strong reaction. In fact, he was even calmer than Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. He had already gradually accepted having only one arm. In cultivation, one's arm was no longer that important. He remembered his master's words. For swordsmen, the most important thing was to have a clear heart of the sword.
Sword Will flowed around his body. It was as if his body had turned into the body of a sword. It shone brightly and thousands of swords revolved around him, clanging.
Ye Wuchen pointed his finger forward. Instantly, thousands of swords shot out and flew towards Yan Nan like a rain of swords.
Yan Nan stared coldly at Ye Wuchen's actions. Ye Wuchen released his sword power in front of him?
Behind him, a sword light suddenly bloomed, as if a giant sword had appeared. In an instant, a vast sword intent swept out and condensed into one. The giant sword gradually solidified, and a terrifying storm of sword Qi appeared around it. The giant sword trembled, and then, as if it had been unsheathed, it charged forward.
The heavy sword of the Nine Swords of the Celestials, Edgeless.
The moment the giant sword fell, Ye Wuchen's murderous Sword Qi seemed to stop flowing, and the Sword Will bypassed the heavy sword.
They were both swordsmen, but Yan Nan was a Grade Eight Noble while Ye Wuchen was a Grade Nine Noble. Yan Nan's level was higher, and his sword will was pure and powerful. It was not something that ordinary swordsmen could compare to.
However, Ye Wuchen's Sword Aura did not stop at all. The Sword Aura filled the sky in a frenzy. He had inherited the Holy Zhi Palace's legacy in Flying Sword City, so naturally, he had gained something.
At this moment, the Sword Will that filled the sky seemed to have a pattern, turning into swords. Then, they actually merged into one and flowed towards the same direction, colliding with the giant sword light screen that was charging forward.
A sharp and ear-piercing sound rang out. Everyone looked towards the battlefield. The Sword Aura covered the sky, and it was extremely majestic. Cracks gradually appeared on the giant sword light screen, and then it shattered. Endless Sword Qi stabbed onto the giant sword. In the end, even the edgeless heavy sword also had countless cracks, and in the end, it turned into sword fragments and disappeared.
Yan Nan glanced at Ye Wuchen coldly. Ye Wuchen had some ability. His body flashed, and like a sharp sword, he pierced through the thousands of Sword Wills and landed in the sky. Another sword appeared behind him, and in an instant, it pierced through the sky like a bolt of lightning. The Sword Qi that was blocking the sword light all shattered, and the sword pierced straight towards Ye Wuchen's forehead. It was so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye.
Many people could not help but feel their hearts tighten. It was too fast, and their eyes could not follow it. It was like a beam of light.
This was the Sword of Light from the Nine Swords of the Celestials.
At this moment, an extremely dazzling Sword Will surged out from Ye Wuchen's forehead. Then, the overbearing Sword Will turned into a straight, sharp sword that shot out. Two beams of lightning collided, and Ye Wuchen's body retreated. However, at this moment, Ye Wuchen felt a strong sense of threat.
Ye Wuchen's body suddenly moved to the right, turning into a shadow of a sword. With a cracking sound, Ye Wuchen's left sleeve was directly cut off. A flash of sword light flashed and disappeared, barely visible to the naked eye.
That was close. Everyone stared at the battlefield.
"The Nine Swords of the Celestials from the Sword Saint Villa. This is the Sword of Light and Darkness. The Sword of Light and Shadow is in the light, and the Sword of Darkness is in the dark. The Sword of Light and Darkness is very difficult to cultivate. I did not expect Yan Nan's talent to be in the Sword of Light and Darkness. How rare," a big figure from the Holy Zhi Palace saw the scene and praised.
"You should be thankful that you are a cripple," Yan Nan's voice sounded out. Ye Wuchen looked at the sleeve that was cut off, and it was empty.
"Wuchen." Ye Futian was a little nervous. He knew Ye Wuchen very well. With Ye Wuchen's personality, he would not admit defeat easily in swordsmanship. He would rather break than bend. However, Yan Nan was a dangerous person.
At that moment, Ye Wuchen looked at Yan Nan. Yan Nan stretched out his finger, and there was sword qi flowing on his fingertip. Ye Wuchen closed his eyes.
The Sword of Light and Shadow had traces that could be tracked, and the Sword of Darkness was hard to defend against. With Ye Wuchen's understanding of swordsmanship, he should not have missed it. However, he did not notice it at all. This proved the power of the Sword of Darkness. Since his eyes were useless, he closed them.
"Looks like you don't want your eyes anymore." Yan Nan laughed coldly. However, at that moment, he saw Ye Wuchen, who was bathed in endless sword qi, move. Ye Wuchen shot towards him like a straight sword.
Yan Nan pointed his finger into the air, and in an instant, endless sword qi gathered to form a terrifying heavy sword. It descended from the sky and stabbed towards Ye Wuchen's body, crushing everything in its path.
The sword qi on Ye Wuchen's body flowed crazily, and it swept towards the sky. At the same time, Yan Nan also stepped out and walked towards Ye Wuchen.
A battle between swordsmen had always been the most dangerous. One sword strike could make one a Marquis.
For swordsmen, close combat was much more dangerous. However, even if Ye Wuchen was not afraid, how could Yan Nan be afraid of a sword battle?
The sword qi above Ye Wuchen's head collided with each other crazily. Many swords appeared in front of Yan Nan. As he pointed his finger forward, the Sword of Light was released instantly. Every sword seemed to have turned into a beam of light and flew towards Ye Wuchen.
Ye Wuchen also pointed his finger forward. In an instant, several sword curtains appeared in front of him, and they all combined into one. They turned into nine beams of sword qi and flew towards Yan Nan's Sword of Light. They collided in the air.
However, a strong sense of danger was born again. It was the same feeling as before. At that moment, Ye Wuchen's heart of the sword was clear, and the space seemed to have slowed down for him. He felt a strong wave of sword qi coming from a few places in front of him. This time, it was not just one sword, but three beams of sword qi. They surrounded him from three different directions, blocking his escape route.
At that moment, a bright light shone from Ye Wuchen's body. On the body of the sword, sword light was dazzling and it shot forward. He and the sword became one, the sword and the will became one, and the will and the heart became one.
Buzz … The three terrifying swords brushed past Ye Wuchen's body. Then, they actually collided with each other, and a terrifying sword might exploded. However, Ye Wuchen's body was already close to Yan Nan.
"He dodged it." The influential figures looked at Ye Wuchen in surprise. With their cultivation level, they could clearly feel everything that was happening on the battlefield.
Yan Nan raised his eyebrows, but he did not care. The sword might on his fingertip was still terrifying. However, at that moment, Ye Wuchen, who was in front of him, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were like swords, and in the next moment, Yan Nan saw a terrifying sword piercing towards his throat. He laughed coldly, and his hand turned into a sword and slashed out. A sharp sound could be heard, and the sword slashed in the air. An extremely dangerous feeling descended, and Yan Nan's heart beat rapidly. This was the Illusory Sword Technique.
Stepping in the air, Yan Nan's body retreated backwards, and a terrifying Sword Will protected him. Then, he felt a sharp sword piercing towards him. If he was a little slower, his throat would have been slit.
The sword that he saw was actually an illusion. The real killer move was even slower than what he saw.
At that moment, Yan Nan saw another two rays of sword light flying towards him. Just as he was thinking of a countermeasure, another sense of danger descended upon him. His body sped up, and his entire body was like a straight sword. However, he did not move forward.
Both of his hands formed a sword seal, and a terrifying sword veil appeared in front of him. The sword slashed towards him, and the second sword was faster than what he saw.
With the Illusory Sword Technique, everything that he saw was an illusion.
The Heavenly Eyes Sword Technique was indeed an Illusory Sword Technique.
Moreover, Ye Wuchen had integrated the Heavenly Eyes Sword Technique into his understanding of swordsmanship, merging it with the killing technique that he had obtained from the relic. At that moment, thousands of Sword Qi shot out. This was the Chaotic Sword Technique. Yan Nan's face turned pale. He did not know which sword he felt was real, and which was an illusion.
He put his palms together, and thousands of swords approached him. Yan Nan could only choose to defend himself, and he used Sword Qi to protect himself. His body was wrapped in the sword light veil.
At that moment, Ye Wuchen's body descended. The one-armed swordsman walked in the air, and countless Sword Qi gathered around him. The power was getting stronger and stronger. The crowd could only see that the swords around Ye Wuchen were hovering in the air, and there were more and more swords descending from the sky.
"Kill!" Ye Wuchen pointed his finger, and in an instant, countless Sword Qi flowed forward, shooting towards one direction. Everyone saw a rain of swords, and all of them attacked the same point. In a short moment, cracks appeared on Yan Nan's defense.
"Yan Nan, admit defeat!"
Yan Jiu shouted from the edge of the battlefield. Swordsmen were famous for their attacking power. Swordsmen were invincible, and their defense was naturally weaker than their attack power.
Previously, Yan Nan had the upper hand in terms of attacking power, suppressing Ye Wuchen. However, the situation changed in an instant. Now, Ye Wuchen controlled the endless Sword Qi to attack, and Yan Nan was at an absolute disadvantage. If this continued, not only would Yan Nan lose, but his heart would also be pierced by thousands of swords.
Yan Nan's expression was extremely ugly. He looked at Ye Wuchen, who was in the air. The surrounding sword veil had already shattered. At that moment, Ye Wuchen raised his finger, and thousands of swords hummed.
"I admit defeat!" Yan Nan roared unwillingly. Ye Wuchen's finger stopped in the air, and then the Sword Qi dissipated.
Countless eyes looked towards Ye Wuchen. This one-armed swordsman, who had never shown his strength, was humiliated by Yan Nan with the word "cripple". However, he actually defeated Yan Nan, a disciple of the Sword Saint Villa.
"So, he is also this strong." Li Qingyi, Qin Yin, and the people from the Dawn Road thought to themselves. There seemed to be no weak people around Ye Futian, it was just that his plane was a little low.
Yan Nan's expression was gloomy, and he stood there in a daze. He actually lost.
"I actually lost to a cripple," Yan Nan laughed at himself. The word "cripple" was still particularly piercing to his ears. He raised his head and looked at Ye Wuchen, "Did you learn it from the relic?"
Ye Wuchen glanced at him indifferently, and then ignored him. He turned and walked away.
Since he couldn't kill Yan Nan, there was no point in talking anymore.
"Wait." At that moment, an elder from the Holy Zhi Palace spoke, "Ye Wuchen, are you willing to cultivate on my island?"
Ye Wuchen was the challenger, but he had gained the recognition of the Holy Zhi Palace's strong cultivators. Someone wanted to take him as a disciple.
"Thank you, but I still want to stay on the battlefield." Ye Wuchen bowed slightly, and then continued to walk away, rejecting the invitation.
Moreover, as the challenger, he had gained recognition. Then, he didn't have to fight anymore.
The elder did not say anything. He looked at Yan Nan and asked, "What about you? Are you willing?"
Even though Yan Nan was defeated, his strength was still acknowledged by everyone.
Yan Nan glanced at Ye Wuchen's back. Was he going to accept something that Ye Wuchen had rejected?
"There's no need." Yan Nan turned and left. Someone's recognition meant that even if he lost, he still had the right to stay on the battlefield.
Both of them had rejected him. They were obviously ambitious. To Yan Nan, it was better to cultivate in the Sword Saint Villa than to cultivate on the Thousand Holy Islands.
In the crowd, Chen Yuan said to Mu Chuan, "Old Mu, did you see that? The people around him all have the right to enter the Holy Zhi Palace, and they rejected the Thousand Holy Islands. I really don't know why you are so proud in front of me."
The Zhaixing House had always been very prestigious because Mu Zhifan was a disciple of the Holy Zhi Palace. Now, they could finally hold their heads up high.
Mu Zhifan, who was behind them, had an ugly expression. Indeed, even Ye Wuchen could enter the Holy Zhi Palace. His arrogance was not worth mentioning.
The battlefield was very quiet. The battle just now was very exciting. It was a battle between swordsmen, and both sides were evenly matched.
Ye Wuchen returned to the edge. Ye Futian looked at the sleeve that had been cut off and asked softly, "Are you okay?"
Ye Wuchen shook his head slightly and did not say much. His handsome face was calm, but Ye Futian did not know what he was thinking.
But anyone who was humiliated as a cripple would be angry, not to mention that Ye Wuchen's broken arm was a flaw.
"Next," the cultivator on the sky stairwell said.
"Me." Someone replied. However, just as that person was about to step out, he saw that someone had already flashed to the center of the battlefield and stepped out first.
Many people had a strange look on their faces. It turned out that the first person to step out was actually Ye Futian.
Ye Futian walked step by step to the center of the battlefield and stopped. He ignored everyone's surprised gazes and looked in one direction. It was the direction that Yan Nan had walked in.
"Get out here!" Ye Futian pointed at Yan Nan and said. After Yan Nan was defeated, he still called Ye Wuchen a cripple. Even if Ye Wuchen did not mind, Ye Futian did!
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