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Chapter 122

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For the great clans that possessed peerless weapons, this method was always carried out in secret. Basically, very few people knew about it. After all, they were not afraid of thieves stealing, but they were also afraid of thieves remembering.

Once a Martial King appeared, the feeding mission would also end. They would also have the strength to look down on a region.

However, there were very few people like Feng Yiming, who was only a peak Martial Master and dared to walk the world with a peerless weapon.

However, just like some of the great clans, the peerless sword in Feng Yiming's hands had been fed for nearly a hundred years. It had passed through the hands of his grandfather and father. Now, it had just been passed down to him.

As for why his clan passed down such an important peerless sword to a young man like him and why they dared to let him walk the world with a sword, it was all because Feng Yiming had entered a Swordsman sect that was not inferior to the Heaven's Sword Sect — Jiu Jue Sword Valley.

"You … How did you know?"

Finally, Feng Yiming asked the question in his heart. On his originally confident face, there was a trace of uneasiness that was difficult to detect for the first time. However, he hid it very well. Very few people were able to see through it. Luo Ping was one of those very few people.

From the moment Feng Yiming made his move on the stage, Luo Ping, who was standing at the edge of the stage, caught a trace of a familiar yet unfamiliar aura. He immediately released his spiritual sense and secretly investigated.

Through the feedback, although Luo Ping was somewhat surprised, he still focused his gaze on the sword in his opponent's hand. The corner of his mouth revealed a trace of an evil smile.

When Chen Xiuxiu was defeated, Luo Ping used the spiritual sense transmission technique that he had recently mastered and told her part of the secrets of Feng Yiming's sword. He also instructed her on how to win cleverly with her wisdom.

"I can't tell you!"

"But … I didn't think that your main cultivation method would be a water type cultivation method. No wonder you could restrain my sword moves. More importantly, your peerless treasured sword is actually able to display its might through the Feeding Technique. No wonder you could use it so easily."

Chen Xiuxiu did not answer the other party's question. Instead, she exposed the other party's background word by word. It was as if she had seen through everything, giving people a mysterious feeling.

Sure enough, when Feng Yiming heard her words, he was finally unable to maintain his composure. For the first time, an unconcealable look of panic appeared on his face. However, although his expression was panicked, there was not the slightest hint of confusion in his words.

"Although this Feng doesn't know how Miss Chen saw through all of this, being able to see through it and being able to deal with it are two different things. If you want to win against this Feng, Miss Chen still needs to show some real skills, and not just rely on words."

"Humph! What's wrong with being good at talking? This Miss is good at talking. "

Chen Xiuxiu remembered Luo Ping's words. The first thing she needed to do was to disturb the other party's mentality. After all, a Swordsman's will was far stronger than a normal person's. If she did not disturb him, it would be very difficult to seize the opportunity.

After finishing her sentence, without waiting for the other party to reply, Chen Xiuxiu continued to strike while the iron was hot. She thoroughly dug out Feng Yiming's secrets.

"If you want this Miss to use real skills, it won't be difficult. As long as brother Feng doesn't use the treasure in your sword, it will be fine."

What treasure? In fact, Chen Xiuxiu did not know. She was just telling the truth according to what Luo Ping told her. As for what kind of effect it would have, it was all up to the heavens.

"You …? Who are you? How do you know about this? "

Although Chen Xiuxiu did not say what the treasure was, Feng Yiming was unusually excited. He almost shouted at the top of his lungs. At the same time, he raised his sword and pointed it at Chen Xiuxiu, preparing to attack.

It seemed that as long as Chen Xiuxiu did not give a perfect explanation, he would not give up.

"Me? I am Chen Xiuxiu, your opponent! As for how I know, I still have no comment. "

Chen Xiuxiu's half-truth answer made Feng Yiming completely lose his patience to ask. At the same time, it also made him lose his composure.

"If that's the case, then don't blame this Feng for being overbearing …"

"Nine Styles Soul Chasing Sword, Frost Sword Slashes the Underworld!"

As soon as Feng Yiming finished his words, a black shadow floated by, leaving a residual shadow on the arena. He had already arrived in front of Chen Xiuxiu.

At the same time, the sword in his hand was covered with a layer of white frost, exuding a bone-chilling pressure. Feng Yiming was still pouring a steady stream of Genuine Qi into the sword.

Because of Feng Yiming's peerless sword, the temperature of the air between the two of them plummeted, causing Chen Xiuxiu to unconsciously tremble all over. She hurriedly circulated all the Zhen Qi in her body, resisting the invasion of the low temperature while preparing for a counterattack.

"Earth Concealing Sword Skill!"

While retreating, Chen Xiuxiu waved the sword in her hand and used a new sword skill. It was an earth sword skill. Although it was not consistent with the mental cultivation method of her main Internal Strength, and could not exert 100% of her strength, it was just enough to restrain the sword skill of her opponent.

Her sword emitted a pale yellow light, and with the continuous influx of Genuine Qi, it became thicker and more solid, showing the momentum of concealing and destroying the earth.

While using the sword skill, Chen Xiuxiu used the "Floating Smoke Body Technique" to the extreme of the third level. She fought and dodged at the same time, and did not fight head-on with her opponent.

Although Feng Yiming's swordsmanship was excellent, and the peerless sword in his hand did not need to be infused with too much Genuine Qi to exert amazing power, in the face of Chen Xiuxiu's body technique advantage, he was helpless. He could only continue to strengthen the strength of his attacks, hoping to force her to admit defeat.

However, Chen Xiuxiu had Luo Ping behind her to give advice, so how could she admit defeat so easily? While fighting, she did not forget to disturb her opponent's mood.

"Brother Feng, I wonder if the peerless sword in your hand is passed down from your ancestors? Are there any outsiders who want it? "

"Do you want to know what the treasure in the sword is?"

"Brother Feng, do you want to sell the sword in your hand?"

"Also, Brother Feng, do you feel that after using the peerless sword, your cultivation speed has not improved for a long time?"

… … …

Feng Yiming was originally flustered and angry because Chen Xiuxiu had seen through the secret of his peerless treasured sword. Now that he heard the other party's incessant nagging, he was even more upset. Not to mention — — every word the other party said directly hit his vitals. If it wasn't a threat, then it was poking at his soft ribs and weaknesses.

"She even knows that my cultivation speed has stagnated? Who is she? Is she pretending to be weak? "

At this moment, Feng Yiming had begun to doubt Chen Xiuxiu's real strength. He thought that she deliberately hid her strength, but in fact, she was a person who hid her strength deeply.

After all, although there were few ways to hide and suppress one's strength, it was not that there were none. It was hard to say that the girl opposite him also knew this method.

As the saying goes, 'When upset, you lose your sense of propriety'. At this moment, Feng Yiming could no longer keep calm. Although the speed of his attacks was getting faster and faster, and the strength of his attacks was getting stronger and stronger, he had already lost his order. He became impetuous, and his flaws were obvious.

On the other hand, Chen Xiuxiu on the opposite side, although she had been dodging and fighting passively, because the body movement she used did not consume her strength, and according to Luo Ping's suggestion, the sword art she used was just right to restrain her opponent, so at this moment, she was still at ease in the battle.

Originally, according to the real strength, Chen Xiuxiu was indeed not Feng Yiming's opponent. However, the reality was so cruel. Who asked Chen Xiuxiu to have the existence of such a 'halo figure' like Luo Ping behind her?

"Nine Styles of Soul Chasing Sword, Shaking Sword Connecting Nine Serenities!"

"Earth-concealing Sword Formula — Sword Piercing Abyss!"

After a long stalemate, the two changed their moves at the same time and used their strongest attacks. One of them was Shaking Sword Clear Frost, which went straight to the Nine Serenities, as if to flatten the Nine Serenities and kill all the evil spirits.

The other sword light pierced through the sky, as if in the abyss, as if to penetrate the earth and go straight to the bottom of the abyss, changing the appearance of the world.

The two's strongest attacks collided in an instant. In a flash, they exchanged dozens of blows, making deafening collisions. Sword light shot in all directions, and dust rose in all directions.

When the dust settled, the crowd could see the situation in the arena clearly. They saw the two standing at the two sides of the arena, half-kneeling on the ground, holding a sword in their hands, supporting themselves on the ground. Their faces were pale, and blood was flowing out of their mouths …

The others did not know the truth, and they were all guessing the result of the battle. However, Luo Ping smiled, showing a satisfied expression.

Others could not see the battle clearly, but he saw it clearly with his spiritual sense. The last attack of the two could be said to be tit for tat. They were evenly matched. Not only did they have to bear the attack of the opponent's Sword Qi, but they also had to bear the shock of the True Qi caused by the collision.

Because Feng Yiming was flustered and flustered, coupled with the flaws in his moves, he was suppressed by Chen Xiuxiu's attacks in the final stage. Furthermore, he had to divert his attention to deal with the rebounding force, which made things worse.

Chen Xiuxiu had Luo Ping's guidance, and her opponent's gradually became flustered, so her confidence gradually increased. Moreover, the advantage of her body movement and the restraint of her swordsmanship allowed her to have no worries, so she did not suffer much damage.

"Puff!"

Feng Yiming spat out a mouthful of blood, and could no longer continue the battle. He could only heal himself on the spot and suppress the surging Qi and blood in his body.

When Chen Xiuxiu saw this, a smile appeared on her face. After shooting Luo Ping an ambiguous and grateful look, she also healed herself on the spot.

In the second semi-final, although Chen Xiuxiu's opponent was also a peak Martial Master, his actual combat experience was weaker than hers. After a few moves, she won and advanced to the finals as she wished.

… … …

In a luxurious inn in Longzhou Prefecture City, Luo Ping and Feng Yiming sat opposite each other. Luo Ping looked at the other with a smile, as if waiting for a reply.

Feng Yiming, on the other hand, was deep in thought, as if he was making a difficult decision. He did not reply for a long time.

"Brother Feng, why don't you think about it for a few more days? You can give me an answer when the competition is over."

"If Brother Feng is still unwilling to exchange at that time, then I can only blame Luo Ping for not being fated to …"

Luo Ping said as he prepared to leave. Only then did Feng Yiming snap out of his thoughts and force a smile.

"In that case, I will not keep Brother Luo any longer. I will definitely give Brother Luo an answer when the time comes."

"Alright then, goodbye!"

"Take care!"

After exiting the inn, Luo Ping strolled leisurely on the streets, thinking about Feng Yiming's peerless sword.

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