When Xu Zimo arrived at the arena, a dense crowd had already gathered here.
In the center of the arena, two young men stood holding swords.
The young man on the left is wearing a green shirt, his eyes are indifferent, and there is endless sword intent bursting out of his eyes.
His whole body was shrouded in this sword intent. The sword intent was tenacious and eternal, giving people an eternal artistic conception.
The young man on the right is wearing a white robe. He does not have a strong aura, nor does he have a sharp sword light around him.
He looks more like an ordinary person, with a white robe like snow and a three-foot sword hanging at his waist.
Xu Zimo looked at the young man in white robe and was slightly surprised.
"Isn't that Yan Buhui?" Xiao Guizi was stunned and said in surprise.
Yan Buhui said goodbye to Xu Zimo before, saying that he was going to learn his swordsmanship in the mortal world.
At that time, Xu Zimo thought he would train in the far west, but he didn't expect that he would go directly to the eastern continent.
We haven’t seen him for a long time, and Yan Buhui’s aura seems to be back to his original nature.
He is no longer like before, always showing off his most powerful sword.
Watching the confrontation between the two people in the field, the crowd below was noisily discussing.
"Look at the young man in white robe, he's not that good either. He's defeated by Qin Feiming, the Continuous Sword, in terms of momentum alone."
"Do you think anyone can compete with Qin Feiming? A few years ago, the Holy Son of the Mo family came to challenge him, but he left in disgrace."
"Which Mo family is it?" someone asked in confusion.
"There are still a few Mo families in the core area of the Eastern Continent. Of course, the Mo family is where the Taoist Emperor is."
After hearing the man's explanation, the people next to him asked curiously: "If our holy son is defeated, will the people of the Mo family just sit back and watch?"
"Then do you know the origin of Qin Feiming?" Someone said with a smile: "He comes from Tianya Pavilion."
Just three simple words of "Tianya Pavilion" immediately silenced the scene.
One sect and three emperors, this inheritance hangs over everyone's heads like a sharp knife.
The Tianya Pavilion was established by the Emperor Tianya who carried the destiny, and later was blessed by the Emperor Jiuchi and the Lie Emperor.
This huge organization is neither a sect nor a family, but exists like an intelligence organization.
They collect information about all the strange people and objects in the world, and then sell the information to those who need it.
Even the list of wonders in the world and the list of most famous things in the world are all ranked by them.
Tianya Pavilion's headquarters is located in the Central Continent, and they have also set up branches in four other continents.
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In the center of the arena, Qin Feiming's eyes were as bright as a torch. He looked at Yan Buhui calmly and said calmly: "Beat me, and you will gain the inheritance of the Eternal Sword God."
"I don't care about the inheritance of the Sword God," Yan Buhui smiled and said slowly, "I just enjoy the process of fighting the sword cultivator."
After hearing Yan Buhui's words, Qin Feiming's eyes narrowed slightly, his green shirt fluttered, and he slashed out with a sword.
A sudden sword light fell from the sky, and the world seemed to be cut in half.
Yan Buhui raised his head slightly. At this moment, his whole body was like an unsheathed sword.
He replaced the sword with his hand, and slowly slashed out with his right hand in the air.
The sword light that fell from the sky instantly shattered and turned into nothingness.
"I came into contact with kendo when I was three years old," Yan Buhui's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Qin Feiming and said calmly: "When I was seven years old, a particularly important person in my life left me."
A slight breeze blew from the sky and the earth, blowing the long hair on Yan Buhui's head into a mess.
He looked down at the sword in his hand and murmured to himself: "From now on, I will only have this sword to accompany me in my life."
At the moment when the "clang" sound sounded, the sky full of sword light was flying in the air in a fierce and messy manner.
"When I was sixteen years old, I joined the Holy Sect and received the inheritance from my ancestors in the same year."
The long sword was unsheathed, he pointed it at Qin Feiming, and said calmly: "From then on, I set foot in the world and honed my swordsmanship in the world of mortals.
I came all the way from the far west to the ancient city of Hunyuan. I saw bandits from the Mohan plundering villages. I drew my sword because it was justice.
I have seen casual cultivators in the servant hall fight with blood for a secret book. I understand that behind the ridiculous humility lies the reality that weakness is the original sin.
I have also seen sect disciples fight against each other, and I have seen a father cover his child behind his back before an innocent passerby dies.
A long time ago, I told myself that I would follow the path of ruthless swordsmanship, but along the way, I discovered that people are not grass and trees, and how can they be ruthless?
After all, I can’t escape my own emotions and desires.”
Yan Buhui slowly waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword shadow roared all over the sky, tearing apart the sky and sweeping half of the world with an unstoppable and fierce momentum.
The sword light fell in the air, Qin Feiming's eyes were solemn, and he raised the long sword in his hand.
With a slight roar, an unprecedented dazzling sword light burst out from the long sword.
This sword light is surrounded by wisps of gray energy, giving people the feeling of being immortal, tough and tenacious.
"Qin Feiming's immortal sword power," someone murmured to himself below.
"It is said to be a side branch he comprehended from the eternal sword intention of the Eternal Sword God."
When the gray sword intent soared into the sky, two dazzling sword lights collided with each other at the same time.
The sky was filled with wind and clouds, and the sharp sword intent created endless waves of energy in the sky.
A mushroom cloud slowly bloomed in the sky, as if the void was shaking.
Layers of ripples trembled in the void.
There was a "rumbling" explosion in everyone's ears, and the light in their ears gradually subsided from the initial brilliance after the impact.
Everyone in the audience watched the changes in the arena.
Although the battle was so fierce, the arena with its two horns had not changed at all.
It carries the weight of two eras and has also experienced unprecedented disasters in the wilderness era.
It remains strong today.
The two people in the field stood looking at each other, and the endless wind and waves caused by the sword light blew their clothes and long hair.
"You are very good," Qin Feiming said slowly after being silent for a while.
As he finished speaking, there was a "click" sound, and the long sword in his hand broke in half.
"The sword is broken," someone in the audience muttered in disbelief.
"The sword also has feelings," Yan Buhui replied calmly.
At this moment, all four vein gates in his body were opened, and the aura belonging to the empty pulse realm enveloped the surroundings.
Eyes are like swords, and people are also swords.
"You win," Qin Feiming said with some difficulty.
His words were a little melancholy, but he also seemed a little relieved.
"No, change your sword and we'll fight again," Yan Buhui shook his head and said.
"After all, I missed a move," Qin Feiming shook his head and said, "If I fight again ten thousand times, the result will be the same.
Immortal Sword Intent, I am too rigidly attached to the superficial meaning of these two words.
If you win, you are also qualified to receive Master's true inheritance."
After hearing Qin Feiming's words, even though it was the inheritance of the Sword God, Yan Buhui remained calm from beginning to end.
