Chengying Sword, one of the top ten divine swords in China.
Legend has it that this is a delicate and elegant sword. No one will deny this after seeing this sword with their own eyes.
The material of this sword is like gold, jade, and transparent crystal. The blade of the sword glows with a cold light, shining dazzlingly in the sun.
When Ji Feiyu held the hilt of the Chengying Sword, he seemed to become one with the Chengying Sword, and the terrifying sword intent filled the air from his body.
This sword intent was not a real thing, but it made the people in the audience tremble with fear and made them uncontrollably feel awe in their hearts.
"It is indeed a good sword!"
Yang Mu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the Chengying Sword in Ji Feiyu's hand.
Although this sword looks like an exquisite decoration, its cold edge will bring disaster to anyone who dares to look down upon it.
"The sword rises to the wind and rain!"
Ji Feiyu's figure flickered, and he seemed to disappear in the eyes of many people in the audience.
Immediately, he saw countless sword shadows flashing with cold light, like a big net, or like a continuous rainstorm, covering Yang Mu.
Seeing this scene, the old man of the Ji family in the audience smiled brightly. His young master had stabilized his mood and was not affected. As long as he performed normally, he would definitely make the other party look good.
Yang Mu was like a tumbler, with his feet stuck to the ground and his upper body shaking, he easily dodged the sword shadows one after another.
I have to say that Ji Feiyu's strength is indeed worthy of his reputation in the ancient martial arts world!
His body skills are already extremely powerful, and his sword skills are even more superb. Among his peers, he is definitely the best in the first echelon.
It's a pity that he met Yang Mu!
Yang Mu is not a fourth-grade ancient warrior at all, but a cultivator in the middle stage of the Reborn Realm.
If we compare the two cultivation systems, Yang Mu may not be at a higher level than Ji Feiyu. The problem is that the cultivator system is more than one level better than that of the ancient warrior.
When Yang Mu broke through from the early stage of the Rebirth Realm to the middle stage of the Rebirth Realm, it was already destined that today's battle would be a one-sided crushing without any suspense.
Yang Mu stopped dodging, made a fist with his right hand, and punched out, passing through the flickering sword shadow, and hit Ji Feiyu's chest!
boom!
Ji Feiyu spurted blood from his mouth and stepped back more than ten meters, covering his chest and looking at Yang Mu in disbelief.
Yang Mu's behavior just now seems simple, but it is like a person physically walking through a dense hail of bullets. How did he do it?
"Luck? Yes! It must be luck! Absolutely!"
Ji Feiyu found himself feeling uneasy and his self-confidence began to waver. He roared and rushed towards Yang Mu again.
"Sing to the moon and dance with the sword fairy!"
Ji Feiyu's movements became even faster, with the ethereal charm of Chuchen, and his figure flashed and appeared in all directions of Yang Mu.
A sword thrust out. It looked like the sword was thrust out from different directions around Yang Mu at the same time, which was very strange.
"It's interesting to combine swordsmanship with blindfolding. It's a pity that this little trick is useless in front of me!"
Yang Mu turned around and punched to the left.
boom!
Ji Feiyu stepped back again, and the other figures disappeared.
This time, he clutched his chest, his Adam's apple rose and fell, and blood flowed from all his orifices at the same time.
Compared with the physical injuries, for Ji Feiyu, the bigger blow came from the heart.
His pride was easily defeated by Yang Mu!
"No! It's impossible! How can you completely crush me in terms of eyesight and speed? How is it possible? You are at most a fourth-grade ancient warrior like me. This is unreasonable."
Ji Feiyu roared hoarsely, like a madman who was stimulated and unable to understand the scene before him.
The superb swordsmanship he displayed was like a child's trick, easily defeated by the opponent, and the opponent only relied on six words - accurate reading and quick attack!
In fact, it is indeed the case!
When the difference in vision, speed, and strength between the two parties is too great, there is no need to compete in skills.
Just like an ant, no matter how superb its fighting skills are, it makes no difference when faced with an elephant. He will be trampled to death the same way!
Yang Mu's face was expressionless: "There is nothing unreasonable. The reason why you think it is unreasonable is because you think that I am at the same level as you at most, but from beginning to end, you and I are not on the same level.
If I didn't want to see how capable you are, I could make you unable to get up with just one punch. Now it seems that you are weaker than I expected!"
Ji Feiyu spurted out another mouthful of blood, anger rising in his heart, and he was so ashamed and angry that he couldn't refute.
What made him feel most humiliated was that the opponent came out with a sword on his back just like him, but until now, he had not drawn his sword.
This undoubtedly shows that I am not even qualified to let him use the sword!
"If you have the ability, then compete with me in swordsmanship! My speed and eyesight are indeed inferior to yours, but in terms of swordsmanship, you are definitely not as good as me!"
Ji Feiyu gritted his teeth.
The Ji family's exquisite swordsmanship is now his only pride. No matter what, he is confident that he will not lose to the opponent in this aspect.
Yang Mu grinned and said: "Then I will make you convinced that you have lost. The problem is, you are not qualified to let me use Chixiao!"
Before Ji Feiyu could react, Yang Mu rushed towards him.
Ji Feiyu didn't know what Yang Mu was planning, but his response speed was extremely fast, and he instantly launched his sword, as fast as thunder, but Yang Mu easily dodged it.
Afterwards, Ji Feiyu felt severe pain in his right hand and the Chengying Sword fell from his hand.
"Asshole, you-" He finally understood what Yang Mu wanted to do, with a horrified look on his face, and grabbed the Chengying Sword with his left hand, but it was too late.
"Anyway, you will definitely lose this battle. The Shadow Bearing Sword is mine, so I will use it in advance!"
Yang Mu's figure appeared behind Ji Feiyu, and the Chengying Sword had already reached his hand at some unknown time.
Under the stage, the crowd was in an uproar!
The battle is not over yet and the sword has been taken away. For a swordsman who is proud of his swordsmanship, this is definitely the greatest shame!
Killing people and killing one's heart is nothing more than that!
"I'm about to draw my sword. Watch out. Whether I want to kill you or cripple you, one sword is enough."
Yang Mu thrust out his sword, and people only saw a flash of sword light. They squinted their eyes, and when they took a closer look, they found that Yang Mu had already run from behind Ji Feiyu in front of Ji Feiyu.
Ji Feiyu stood there blankly, his eyes wide open.
"The knot... is over?"
"I didn't see clearly. Did he draw his sword?"
"The sword should be drawn!"
"My eyes were wide open just now, but I couldn't see clearly. I only saw a flash of sword light. His speed was so incredible!"
…
Before people could come up with a conclusion from the discussion, they saw shocking blood marks appearing on Ji Feiyu's neck, chest, back, legs and other places at the same time!
Ga!
The people discussing in the audience seemed to have their necks strangled, and the scene became silent for an instant.
Plop!
Ji Feiyu bent his knees and fell to the ground.
The wounds on his body were very shallow. It was obvious that Yang Mu did not intend to kill him. Even the wounds on his neck were only minor injuries.
What really defeated him was not his injuries, but his understanding of the gap between them. The feeling of powerlessness and despair made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.
Yang Mu turned his head and looked at the dumbfounded Long Qi in the audience, and said with a smile: "How about it, my swordsmanship is pretty good, right?"
"..." Long Qi was speechless. The grace of the sword just now made her heart tremble. How could it be just a makeshift move?