Xuan Tian Ye regretted it almost immediately after exchanging blows with Feng Yu Heng.
He knew that Feng Yu Heng knew martial arts, and he knew that Feng Yu Heng's archery had reached perfection; however, he never thought that she would be able to use a whip as smoothly as Xuan Tianming! Not only was it smooth, but it was also full of strength. It also contained a ruthlessness that could not be dodged.
Xuan Tian Ye noticed that when Feng Yu Heng's whip landed on the ground, a crack appeared on the bricks in front of the Xiang Palace's entrance.
He suddenly understood that this girl did not want to use her own injuries to receive punishment from the Emperor. She actually wanted to … kill him!
A deep chill filled his heart. How could he have forgotten that this was Feng Yu Heng! This was the wife that Xuan Tianming had taken a fancy to! Once this sort of person had hatred in her heart, how could she allow someone else to take revenge. She would definitely take action herself. Only like this would she be happy!
Xuan Tian Ye broke out in a cold sweat, as he carefully dodged Feng Yu Heng's whip. The sword in his hand also danced very quickly.
Since the opponent had already made a move to kill, there was no need for him to hold back. Playing a game of life and death, right? He would play along.
Once this idea was set, Xuan Tian Ye had already adjusted his mental state to its peak. Flicking his wrist, the sword did not have the slightest bit of extravagance. It went straight for Feng Yu Heng's face with a gust of wind.
Everyone was shocked. The third prince had clearly made it clear that he wanted to kill. This move was too fast. It was so fast that Feng Jin Yuan only saw a flash of light. He did not even have time to see what it was, as the light was already about to reach Feng Yu Heng's brow.
Everyone felt that county princess Ji An would definitely not be able to dodge it. They all closed their eyes, not daring to look.
However, who knew that when the sword reached her brow, Feng Yu Heng did not panic in the slightest. Instead, a strange smile appeared on her face.
Her brow had already felt the chill of the sword. Xuan Tian Ye believed that he would definitely succeed. But …
In the next moment, he had no idea what had happened at all!
A living person, a living person who was standing right in front of him, a living person who was about to become a soul on his sword, had actually disappeared!
Xuan Tian Ye was immediately dazed!
This sword strike missed, and coupled with such a frightening situation, he couldn't stop his momentum, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he stumbled forward. He staggered a few steps and was about to stabilize himself when he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind his head. There was a gust of wind that was even more direct, domineering, and fierce than his Sword Qi.
He realized that he was in trouble, but the wind was too fast, and there was no time to dodge. He could only quickly lower his head, barely avoiding the vital part of his head, but exposing his entire back.
The whip hit his back with a "pa" sound, and Xuan Tian Ye only felt a fishy sweetness fill his chest. It was about to burst out of his throat. He cursed inwardly. The strength of the whip was too great, and it actually injured his internal organs! He tried his best to hold his breath and forcefully swallowed back the sweet smell of blood.
Xuan Tian Ye only felt his vision darken, and it took him a few seconds to recover.
He then quickly turned around and saw that the girl that had suddenly disappeared was standing behind him with the whip in her hand. Her eyes were blood-red, and she was like a demon that had come out of hell. With just a glare, she could steal his soul. She was also like the legendary god of war that could do anything. With just a raise of her hand, she could cause chaos!
Xuan Tian Ye's heart trembled a little. The injuries on his body were a small matter, but Feng Yu Heng had just suddenly disappeared. This was truly too hard to understand!
He wanted to ask what had just happened, but Feng Yu Heng was not in the mood to chat. Her whip did not cause him to cough up blood, so she wanted to whip him again!
The god of war rushed over with her blood-red eyes. The whip in her hand was stretched taut in the air. Where was there any trace of softness left. It was even stronger than Xuan Tian Ye's sword.
Xuan Tian Ye did not have time to think and quickly retreated. Opening his defenses, he placed his sword horizontally in front of his chest. It was an attack, but it was also a defense. When the whip came over, it reached the body of the sword. The two used their strength at the same time, trying to see who had more strength.
The spectators were once again dumbfounded! But this time, everyone's eyes were wide open. Nobody was willing to close their eyes. They did not see how Feng Yu Heng had dodged Xuan Tian Ye's attack, and they had already suffered a great loss. Now that the situation had reversed, county princess Ji 'an was attacking the third prince, they could not miss this opportunity.
In truth, everyone already had an understanding. Just now, Feng Yu Heng had lashed out with the whip because the third prince was not prepared. It could be considered a sneak attack. Now that the two were competing in strength, Feng Yu Heng was a young child. Even if she used all of her strength, she definitely could not defeat the third prince.
Everyone thought like this and watched with wide eyes. But as they watched, they found that in this contest of strength, why was it that the more they watched, the more they felt that the third prince was losing ground? Some of the more attentive people noticed that two of the bricks under Xuan Tian Ye's feet had already been crushed. It was clear that he needed to use a great deal of strength to stop Feng Yu Heng's attack.
What everyone saw was correct. At this moment, Xuan Tian Ye's mind was not just crumbling. He truly wanted to die!
He felt that his sword was not stopping the end of a whip at all. Instead, it was stopping a large rock. That rock was pressed against his chest, and the pressure was practically suffocating him.
How could Feng Yu Heng have this much strength? This question raced wildly through his mind, but he was completely unable to find an answer. Because he had used too much strength, the bricks under his feet began to crack one after another. He could even hear the sound of the bricks cracking. But no matter what, he had no way of pushing the whip back. Although Feng Yu Heng could not take another step forward, Xuan Tian Ye was very clear that he could not hold on for much longer.
How could he know that Feng Yu Heng had trained in hard martial arts in her previous life. The ancient people emphasized inner strength when practicing martial arts. She, however, practiced hard qigong, which also emphasized inner strength, but the inner strength of hard qigong was a bit more tangible than that of the ancient people.
Feng Yu Heng believed that if she threw away her weapon and only relied on her physical strength, her advantage would be even greater.
At this moment, the whip had become a sword. Fighting against Xuan Tian Ye was also very taxing for her. But as the attacker, she did not expend as much energy as Xuan Tian Ye. In fact, she still had the energy to say to the person on the other side: "Third brother, why are the veins on your forehead popping out? Why are you using so much strength? Are you not afraid of dying from blood loss? "
Xuan Tian Ye was so angry that he nearly coughed up blood, but it was also because of this anger that all of the energy that he had accumulated was used up. With his meridians damaged, how could he continue to resist Feng Yu Heng's attacks. Seeing his meridians become unstable, his body swayed, and the sword in his hand tilted slightly, exposing his heart to the enemy.
Xuan Tian Ye was a little panicked and no longer cared about his face. Seeing that the whip was about to pierce his heart, he simply bent his knees, wanting to kneel and avoid the whip.
But his movements were not as fast as Feng Yu Heng's. His heart was dodged, but his shoulder was pierced by the whip, leaving behind a bloody hole.
Feng Yu Heng also became fierce. This stab was too powerful. After the whip pierced through slightly, she also leaned forward. The whip pierced straight into Xuan Tian Ye's shoulder. From the tip of the whip to the end, it only stopped when it reached the handle.
He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat. He could neither stand nor fall. The whip lifted him up like a pole.
But this was not the end. When Feng Yu Heng's handle touched his body, the girl actually let out a "pft" and casually said: "My hand is stained with blood. How disgusting." She then quickly raised her other hand and turned it into a palm. Without even thinking, she slapped Xuan Tian Ye's chest.
This slap directly sent the person flying backwards. She, however, did not move. She just held her whip and watched him fly backwards. At the same time, the whip was pulled back bit by bit. The entire whip had passed through Xuan Tian Ye's body, leaving behind a trail of blood. There were even some pieces of flesh that had been torn apart.
The onlookers were unable to endure and began to dry heave while holding their chests.
Feng Yu Heng had become more spirited, and the fierceness on her face became even more apparent. Without waiting for Xuan Tian Ye to stand properly, she took a few steps forward. This time, she did not compete in martial arts like earlier. Instead, she swung her whip and began a one-sided beating.
"A woman has been raised in my Feng family. Third prince, you really are good!" The first lash.
"If you have nothing better to do, then go into the palace to discipline two damn birds. Third prince, you really are too idle!" The second lash.
"You poisoned 30 thousand soldiers and gave my mother spirit-altering drug. Third prince, you really are vicious!" The third lash.
"Stabbing me in the back, yet on the surface, you still call me younger sister. Xuan Tian Ye, you really are fucking shameless!" Pa! Slap! Slap! The fourth lash, the fifth lash, the sixth lash …
Feng Yu Heng lashed him a total of ten times; however, this caused Xuan Tian Ye to wake up from his initial daze.
The hole in his shoulder had already caused him to be covered in blood. The large amount of blood loss caused him to feel slightly dizzy. But in the end, he had learned martial arts from a young age. In the end, he was the most sinister third prince. He very quickly adjusted his state of mind. Just as Feng Yu Heng's eleventh whip, which was completely humiliating to him, swung over, he suddenly moved and nimbly dodged the whip.
Feng Yu Heng immediately laughed, "You're alive? Good! Let's go again! " Once these words came out, she raised her whip. She was no longer just casually lashing out. Instead, her wrist moved quickly, and the whip became a whirlwind in the span of a few breaths.
That whirlwind headed straight for Xuan Tian Ye. It was fast and fierce, and he had no time to dodge. He simply gritted his teeth and dove right into the whirlwind! His long sword had been used up long ago; however, he patted his waist and pulled out a soft sword.
Someone with sharp eyes saw this and subconsciously said: "Isn't this cheating?"
Cheng Jun Man suddenly raised her voice and said: "Even if his Highness the third prince won, it would be an unfair victory!"
Cheng Jun Mei also added: "Moreover, it doesn't seem like he could win!"
Feng Jin Yuan fiercely glared at the two. He immediately understood that the people sent by the Empress, no matter how much he doted on them, they would definitely be of the same mind as Feng Yu Heng.
While he was thinking, Xuan Tian Ye had already begun stabbing at Feng Yu Heng with the soft sword. He was caught in the whirlwind created by the whip, and the clothes on his body had already been ripped to shreds by the whip. Piece by piece, his clothes fell off, and there were even some places where his flesh was exposed. Even his skin had been cut off.
But he did not care at all, as he only thought that his sword was just a few inches away from piercing Feng Yu Heng's throat.
This was a completely reckless way of fighting. Everyone began to sweat for Feng Yu Heng; however, it was at this time that they saw the girl's lips curl into a sweet smile. She did not dodge, but her wrist suddenly sped up, as the whirlwind began to tighten and tighten, tighter and tighter …
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