After crushing the bluestone bricks under his feet, a burst of energy suddenly erupted from Feng Qingyang's hand and swept towards Dongfang Bubai.
The longsword, held horizontally, appears to be a straight thrust, but it contains more than a dozen variations, giving the impression that there is no way to avoid it.
Faced with Feng Qingyang's attack, Dongfang Bubai sneered inwardly, uttered "courting death" and then, without dodging or avoiding, took the initiative to meet the attack head-on.
Moreover, his speed was so fast that he appeared directly in front of Feng Qingyang almost as if he were teleporting.
As if he had anticipated Dongfang Bubai's speed, the moment Dongfang Bubai moved, Feng Qingyang suddenly flicked his longsword back, the blade rising and falling slightly.
Almost the instant the sword was raised, a hand that looked as if it were soaked in blood appeared in front of the longsword.
As their palms clashed, a sound like metal objects colliding was produced.
Under the burst of powerful energy and true qi, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but take a step back.
Taking advantage of the momentum of his retreat, Feng Qingyang raised his longsword at a completely different angle. His sword technique was as graceful as a gazelle hanging its horns, with a light and clever touch that made it seem unpredictable.
However, just as Feng Qingyang's sword lightly swept past Dongfang Bubai's body, the sword passed right through Dongfang Bubai's body without any hindrance.
Sensing the change, Feng Qingyang's expression shifted slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, the blade of his longsword pierced directly behind him.
At the same time, two slender fingers lightly flicked in the air.
However, Dongfang Bubai, who was just behind Feng Qingyang, had somehow moved behind Feng Qingyang.
One is at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, and the other is at the late stage of the Grandmaster realm.
The fight between the two was incredibly fast.
Not to mention the Hengshan Sect members and others on the open ground, even Chu Qinghe felt dazzled and overwhelmed by the sights.
After looking at it for a few more moments, Chu Qinghe, feeling bored, suddenly looked at the masked man standing on the other side of the tree trunk.
After pondering for a few moments, Chu Qinghe gently patted the jellyfish Yin Ji beside him, who was still lost in her own world.
When the latter realized what Chu Qinghe meant, he quickly understood and leaned back slightly.
Then, taking advantage of the gap created by Shuimu Yinji's backward lean, Chu Qinghe switched the folding fan in his hand to his left hand and stretched it out towards the black-clad, masked man standing next to the tree trunk.
Sensing the movement beside him, the masked man in black quickly turned his head, frowning as he looked at the folding fan that was approaching him.
After hesitating for a moment, she actually took a step to the side and then frowned as she looked at Chu Qinghe.
Meeting the masked man's gaze, Chu Qinghe pointed to Dongfang Bubai standing to the side.
The gesture seemed to be asking why the masked man hadn't made a move yet.
After understanding the meaning behind Chu Qinghe's actions, the masked man glanced at Chu Qinghe before turning his gaze back to the two people fighting in the arena.
Then it moved slightly to the side again.
For some reason, I felt that Chu Qinghe next to me was a bit off, acting like we were old friends.
Seeing that the masked man was ignoring him, Chu Qinghe pouted and leaned to the side again, wanting to poke the masked man in black with the tip of his fan.
Just like before, before Chu Qinghe's fan could even touch the masked man in black, the masked man in black moved to the side again.
At the same time, he glared fiercely at Chu Qinghe, as if to say, "Are you fucking crazy?"
However, facing the gaze of the masked man in black, Chu Qinghe seemed undecided, still pointing to Dongfang Bubai and Feng Qingyang who were fighting nearby, and blinking slightly as if to say, "Go ahead!"
Upon Chu Qinghe's signal, the masked man in black clenched his fists, but he couldn't utter a sound, let alone make a move.
He could only forcefully suppress the urge to kill Chu Qinghe directly, and then silently moved a few steps to the side, thinking about how to kill this guy later.
Seeing the black-clad, masked man's reaction, Chu Qinghe curled his lip.
"A Grandmaster at the peak of the realm, huh? He's so easily fooled."
Beside them, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao were speechless at Chu Qinghe's actions.
It's hard to say whether to say Chu Qinghe is carefree or confident.
Knowing full well that the other party is an enemy and not a friend, you still tease them.
Then, after Chu Qinghe pulled his body back, he released Shui Mu Yin Ji's hand with his left hand and placed it on Shui Mu Yin Ji's back.
In an instant, Jellyfish Yin Ji felt Chu Qinghe's fingers slowly tracing her back.
"Be wary of the Grandmaster-level martial artist in that tree ten feet to the southeast."
In response to Chu Qinghe's prompt, Shuimu Yinji blinked gently in acknowledgment.
Beside him, when the black-clad masked man refocused his gaze on the open space, the anger that had risen within him due to Chu Qinghe's antics quickly dissipated, replaced by a solemn expression.
At this moment, in the black-clad, masked man's view, the battle between Dongfang Bubai and Feng Qingyang had undergone a significant change.
Feng Qingyang, who had previously claimed to be evenly matched with Dongfang Bubai, did not appear flustered in his movements, but they already showed signs of being somewhat rushed.
It should be noted that Dongfang Bubai and Feng Qingyang were only one realm apart.
However, the current version of Dongfang Bubai's "Sunflower Manual" can be said to have reached the highest level.
In terms of strength, even Yaoyue, who is at the same level, would have a hard time dealing with him, let alone Feng Qingyang, whose cultivation level is one level lower than Dongfang Bubai's.
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