Yu Xingyang did not move, and at this moment he actually closed his eyes.
Experts should know that he is not underestimating the enemy, but is sensing the opponent's true identity.
"Phantom" itself cannot be recognized, and "Shunpo" is too fast and can only be perceived through the fluctuations of the air. However, Tianqing uses "Afterimage" to reasonably connect the source energy and the fluctuations generated by the air into one, seamlessly.
It is simply not possible to discern its location through perception.
Once one's martial arts skills have been trained to this level, they can be said to be impeccable.
So Yu Xingyang closed his eyes, and he had to feel it with his heart to find the slightest flaw when the other party quickly changed his body shape.
"Swish swish——"
The air flows faster and faster. It was like a transparent ball before, but now it is like a light mist.
Suddenly all the air and mist disappeared, and all the spectators could see no one. They could only see dozens of bright lights appearing, and the long swords turned into dozens, stabbing from all directions at the same time. One sword turned into dozens of swords.
, and the dozens of swords are actually one sword, like a lightning flash in the sky.
For many energy users, being able to see such a gorgeous and magnificent scene can be said to have no regrets in this life.
Yu Xingyang finally moved.
He opened his eyes suddenly, filled with fighting intent.
With a "choking" sound, the magic sword was unsheathed.
It is said to be formless, but it is tangible.
Yu Xingyang waved his backhand towards the sky, and the sword shadows all over the sky turned into nothingness, and all the gorgeous lights and shadows also disappeared.
This is a very standard, very clear, and very common sword. Even the young monarch who does not understand martial arts on the viewing platform can clearly see it. Even a child of a few years old can wield it exactly the same.
But it's one thing to be able to wield it, and another thing to be able to resist it.
In Tian Qing's field of vision, he could not clearly see this sword. This sword seemed to be clearly visible at a glance, but this sword seemed to be looming and invisible, and this sword was truly exquisite and natural.
At this moment, Tian Qing's true form had appeared. He was standing in front of Yu Xingyang. The sword was still in his hand, but the clothes on his shoulders had a small cut.
There was another "choking" sound, and the knife was sheathed.
Tianqing let out a long sigh and bowed slightly to Yu Xingyang: "Thank you!"
Yu Xingyang also bowed in return: "Thank you very much!"
What Tian Qing thanked was the other party's mercy, and what Yu Xingyang thanked was the other party's tolerance.
Both of them are heroes and cherish each other. At this moment, the audience burst into applause.
Yu Xingyang raised his Wuxiang Divine Sword and turned a blind eye to the shouts of the audience. He shouted loudly: "I wonder if my sword is the best sword in the world this time?"
No one answered him, because there was no need to answer. He is the strongest king of this event. This result has already been produced. If he is not? Then who else can be?
But he still had to ask again: "I wonder if my sword is the best sword in the world this time?"
This time he turned to face the spectator stand and asked the king.
The young monarch looked gloomy at this moment. His highest honor was taken away by a master from another country. His face was dull, but he had to admit defeat if his skills were inferior to others.
"I wonder if this sword of mine is the best sword in the world this time?" This was Yu Xingyang's last question. His voice was particularly sonorous and powerful because he raised his head to the sky. He didn't seem to be asking anyone.
Rather, he is questioning God:
Do all my years of hard training deserve this honor?
At this time, a strange and rich voice finally answered him: "It doesn't count!"
There was an uproar in the whole place. Following the sound, a figure appeared at the gate of the martial arts square. This man was dressed in commoner clothes and walked slowly towards the fighting stage.
The official was about to stop him, but was stopped by the monarch's eyes.
But there were strange looks all around. This man was wearing ordinary clothes, without any movement on his body. He only had a very ordinary military Yuling knife on his waist. Could it be that this guy was unconvinced and really wanted to make a fool of himself?
The eldest brother looked very calm, and silently walked onto the fighting stage amidst the questioning and mocking eyes, and stood in front of Yu Xingyang.
It was completely different from the previous battle with Tian Qing. Instead of looking down on his elder brother, Yu Xingyang stared closely at the opponent's Yuling Knife. This knife was obviously a weapon commonly used by soldiers on the front line of the Kingdom, although it was extremely sharp.
, but compared to the Wuxiang Divine Sword, this sword is really far, far away. It is not a weapon of the same level at all.
Yu Xingyang showed a serious expression: "You haven't asked for Gao's name yet?"
"I don't have a name." The elder brother replied silently, "If you must know my name, you can call me elder brother."
"Brother?" Yu Xingyang's eyes widened.
The whole audience burst into laughter. Looking at the five major countries, who is worthy of being called "big brother" by Yu Xingyang? Is this person crazy?
The king stared at the eldest brother silently. He knew that the eldest brother was a warrior of the kingdom, but he did not understand why the eldest brother wanted to take the stage. He also did not think that the eldest brother was qualified to be Yu Xingyang's opponent.
Yu Xingyang did not laugh, but became more vigilant: "Please take action!"
The eldest brother was not polite to him, and the sword was unsheathed with a "clang" sound.
His attacks were exactly the same as Yu Xingyang's. He drew his sword, backhand, and slashed forward, cleanly and neatly, without any bells and whistles.
It is also a clear sword, and everyone can see it clearly. It is also erratic and strange and has no trace, and no one can stop it.
A "dang" sound.
The Phaseless Divine Sword fell to the ground.
There was a sudden silence in the whole place, and all the ridicule and doubts turned into horror and shock at this moment.
This unknown person knocked the knife off Yu Xingyang's hand with just one move. What kind of terrifying cultivation is this?
Yu Xingyang's face was pale, and his teeth were even trembling because he really couldn't believe this.
The eldest brother is still calm: "Do you still think that your sword is the best sword in the world this time?"
Yu Xingyang gritted his teeth and said: "There is nothing wrong with the sword itself, but I didn't expect you to be a warrior."
He was still young, and he was not convinced. His elder brother used more advanced source energy to knock off his weapon, instead of defeating him with martial arts or sword skills. That's why he retorted like this. If it were a source energy user of the same level.
, one is holding the Phaseless Divine Sword, and the other is also holding the Phaseless Divine Sword, then the outcome of this battle may be different.
The eldest brother suddenly smiled: "I know you are not convinced, but I want to tell you that my sword is not worthy of the honor of being the best sword in the world."
Yu Xingyang was stunned immediately, and the entire audience was also stunned. The nobles on the viewing platform started whispering to each other, and only the monarch looked at him meaningfully.
Yu Xingyang couldn't help but ask: "You are not worthy, so who else is worthy?"
The elder brother smiled again: "There is a person whose sword is worthy of the honor of being the best swordsman in the world."
Yu Xingyang frowned: "Who is this expert?"
The eldest brother suddenly waved to the crowd in the audience: "Miss Wenhe, please come to the stage."
Ding Wenhe, who was in shabby clothes among the crowd, ran up to the fighting stage happily, came between the two of them, and said excitedly: "Brother, you are amazing, you actually defeated the top master in the martial arts competition, you are the leader of the entire kingdom.
So proud..."
The eldest brother smiled at her and said, "Miss Wenhe, please give me your heroic knife."
Ding Wenhe was stunned for a moment, then took out the dark gold T-claw knife from his dirty coat pocket.
The eldest brother raised the blade and said loudly to the audience: "This knife is worthy of being the best knife in the world at this event."
The whole place was in an uproar again. There were many experts present. It was obvious at a glance that this was just an ordinary claw knife. Not to mention compared with the Wuxiang Magic Knife, even the hoe knives on the market were better than this knife.
Much stronger.
The eldest brother lowered his head and stroked the blade gently, urging Yuan Neng to speak to the audience. His voice was sad and nostalgic: "This knife can cut five bundles of star weaving grass every day."
There was a burst of laughter from the audience:
"My knife can cut a hundred bundles a day without any problem."
"A knife like that is probably only suitable for cutting grass."
"Can that knife kill someone?"
"Can that be called a knife?"
"I think it's more like calling it a blade?"
…
Listening to these mocking voices, Ding Wenhe seemed very embarrassed. She blushed and lowered her head.
But the eldest brother didn't take it seriously. He stroked the blade of the blade lovingly and said with emotion: "These five bundles of starweed must be carried on your back and walked for two days and two nights to the main border city for sale."
Yu Xingyang also looked at the knife, his eyes becoming thoughtful.
The elder brother continued, but his tone became firm and forceful: "When you get to the market in the main city, five bales of grass can only be exchanged for ninety coins from the grass collector."
The whole place was still noisy, but the sound was much quieter.
The eldest brother said solemnly: "Of these ninety coins, after paying the stall fee and transaction tax, there are only seventy-two left."
At this time, the noise disappeared and many people began to listen carefully.
The eldest brother continued: "With these seventy-two coins, I can only buy a small bag of noodles at the stall at the city gate."
No one raised any questions anymore, because the people present were either royal nobles or heroes. Who would care about a mere seventy coins? How do these high-ranking nobles know the painful life of the people at the bottom? They have enough food and clothing, and they will never pay for food and drink.
Worry, they will never eat noodles.
The eldest brother glanced at the audience and said in a deep voice: "This small bag of noodles has supported the eleven orphans and children in her village on the border. In the past eight years, no matter it was cold, summer, autumn, winter, wind, frost, rain or snow, no matter it was
Whether it is war, chaos, or plague, it has never stopped..."
The whole place fell into silence.
The eldest brother then faced the monarch, with a stern look on his face, and asked loudly: "Excuse me, your Majesty, is this sword the best sword in the world this time?"
The young monarch let out a long sigh of relief and shouted sternly: "In this grand martial arts competition, is there anyone who thinks his sword is better than this girl's sword? Please stand up!"
The applause from the audience broke out again, like thunder, and almost tens of thousands of people stood up at the same time to applaud and cheer: "No! No! No!"
Yu Xingyang also looked at the dark golden T-claw knife, bowed and clasped his fists: "You are ignorant, brother Domeng will wake you up, this is the real best knife in the world, you need to be taught..."
