"Okay, okay! Then I'll make the Golden Elixir!"
Compared to the people off the field, he knew Ye Feng's strength clearly, and he could almost crush those of the same level without any pressure.
Ye Feng's words were not an exaggeration at all. A person in the middle stage of foundation building really didn't have the strength to even withstand a single blow in front of him!
The self-created sword intent is so perfect that even a top sword master like Feng Qingyang dare not underestimate it.
The people off the court were stunned. Feng Qingyang actually agreed to such an unreasonable request!
What’s the difference between this and admitting defeat?
When facing a junior, in addition to using his own great sword power, he even has to use his strength to overwhelm the opponent!
Are they crazy or is this world just crazy?
While they were still in shock, Feng Qingyang had already suppressed his strength to the middle stage of the Golden Core!
"This, this, this... Isn't the Lushan Sword Immortal bullying me?"
Someone in the audience exclaimed, the middle stage of the Golden Core versus the late stage of the Foundation Establishment was basically a crushing defeat!
When Feng Qingyang and Ye Feng faced each other, they did not feel relieved at all because of the suppression of their cultivation.
In his eyes, the pressure from Ye Feng, a mere late-stage foundation-building cultivator, was even comparable to that of a golden elixir cultivator!
How is this possible? This is the case when Ye Feng is not using the sword. Coupled with the perfect sword intent, Feng Qingyang can't help feeling a little guilty.
If he loses, it will be a huge disgrace. He won't even have the courage to be the leader of kendo in the southern region.
"Senior, I'm going to draw my sword!"
The Jinghong Sword transformed and appeared in Ye Feng's hand.
Feng Qingyang held the sword in his hand, facing Ye Feng in mid-air, waiting for Ye Feng's move.
He is the senior, so let the junior take three moves first!
Ye Feng raised his sword and pointed it at Feng Qingyang, then slashed it horizontally casually. A stream of sword energy flew straight towards Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang held his breath and did not dare to be careless at all.
But in that simple sword energy, he did not feel any sword intent, as if it was just a random horizontal slash.
Feng Qingyang frowned, waved his hand and fought back with a sword. What he wanted to see was Ye Feng's sword intent!
What he didn't expect was that his sword energy was vulnerable to Ye Feng's sword energy and dissipated as soon as it touched him.
"How is this possible!"
Not only Feng Qingyang, but also the sword cultivators watching the show in the audience were stunned.
That’s Feng Qingyang, the leader of swordsmanship in the southern region. Swordsmanship is divided into north and south, and he is one of the top sword practitioners in China!
He actually lost in a simple sword duel?
Even when they were overwhelmingly stronger, they lost!
Feng Qingyang had anticipated Ye Feng's perversion, but he didn't expect him to be so perverted!
No wonder the sword cultivators’ spiritual aspirations almost collapsed that day in the Heavenly King Secret Realm.
Even he, a swordsman who had reached the great perfection of sword intent, felt his heart tremble at this ordinary sword strike, let alone others!
He took a deep breath, and a green light swirled around the sword. He swung it lightly, and a terrifying green giant eagle flew towards the sword energy.
Under the tearing of the sharp claws, Ye Feng's sword energy was torn into pieces, but the claws of the blue giant eagle were almost cut off.
But the giant blue eagle still flew towards Ye Feng relentlessly, its sharp claws trying to tear him to pieces.
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and took a look. This attack seemed very powerful in the eyes of others, but in his eyes, it was not enough!
The Jinghong Sword flew out, and in an instant, the giant blue eagle's head was cut off and turned into a point of light and dissipated.
"Senior, take another blow from me!"
Ye Feng raised his sword, and a golden dragon transformed from sword energy roared out.
The pervasive dragon might made the people in the audience feel a little depressed. This was completely different from the giant blue eagle that Feng Qingyang's sword energy had transformed into before!
The giant blue eagle has the shape but no spirit; whereas this giant golden dragon is filled with tremendous dragon power!
Feng Qingyang took a breath of cold air. Could it be that this kid had refined dragon blood? How could a sword energy have such a realistic effect!
"It seems that I can't deal with you unless I show some skills."
Feng Qingyang raised his sword and rushed straight towards the golden dragon. Under the sharp force of his sword, the golden dragon let out a wail and disappeared without a moment's delay.
Seeing Feng Qingyang rushing towards him, Ye Feng raised his sword to block, and then took advantage of the gap in the attack to stab him in the abdomen with a sword.
Feng Qingyang hurriedly turned over and barely avoided the fierce attack.
Ye Feng showed no mercy and rushed forward to suppress Feng Qingyang's attack, putting him at a disadvantage.
Everyone in the audience was stunned. A newbie who just entered the village was beating a max-level boss?
Has the world gone this crazy?
Feng Qingyang felt frustrated. Ye Feng's sword moves were sharp and went straight to his vital points.
More importantly, Ye Feng hadn't used his sword power yet, and he was almost unable to hold on.
We can't let him, a senior, use his sword power first, otherwise we will lose all our face.
A smile appeared on Ye Feng's lips, his lips moved, and his spiritual power transmitted into Feng Qingyang's ears.
Feng Qingyang's face suddenly became embarrassed, and then he shook his head, trying hard to defend against Ye Feng's attack.
"Senior, I'm going to be serious!"
"Return to One, Jinghong!"
The terrifying sword intent directly enveloped Feng Qingyang.
“So that’s how it is, but I still want to try it!”
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath. Facing the sword intent that contained the shadows of countless sages, he held the sword and seemed to become one with nature.
“I said: There is wind in the mountains!”
A strong wind swept through, and countless wind blades whistled and collided with Ye Feng's sword.
Powerful spiritual light waves enveloped the two of them, and the people in the audience subconsciously closed their eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, Feng Qingyang was standing in the sky, his long robe fluttering, looking extremely elegant.
On the other hand, Ye Feng was knocked to the ground, his face pale and his body swaying, as if he would fall down at any time.
In this battle, Feng Qingyang won!
Everyone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief. How could the kendo champion lose?
If the leader of the sword arts was defeated under such circumstances, the faith of countless sword practitioners would collapse.
"Qingyi, this young man is seriously injured. Please help him to the backyard to rest."
Feng Qingyang said calmly, but the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.
Upon hearing this, Mo Qingyi hurriedly supported the staggering Ye Feng and walked towards the backyard.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, why did you agree to fight my master? He is the leader of the swordsmanship in southern China..."
Before Mo Qingyi finished speaking, Ye Feng's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they had walked into the backyard. He sat down on the chair and poured a cup of tea.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, what are you doing?"
Mo Qingyi stood there in a daze. Wasn’t Ye Feng seriously injured?
How come he was so full of energy as soon as he entered the backyard? There was no sign of injury at all.
Ye Feng drank several large cups of tea, wiped his mouth, and grinned:
"Friend Mo, you don't really think your master won, do you?"
"Fellow Daoist Ye, what you mean is..."
Mo Qingyi couldn't say the following words, and couldn't believe it.
His master, a top figure in kendo, actually lost despite being stronger than his opponent?
This is impossible. How could this be possible? No matter how perverted Ye Feng is, there should be a limit. Who can withstand playing like this?
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