The most practiced sword.
So Duan Chongxuan chose "Fog Rising from the Shore".
Ten thousand flying feathers were covered by mist, and the golden light lost its luster.
Duan Chongxuan's sword momentum continued to move forward, and the disciples of Cangya Mountain shouted one after another.
"The clouds are sinking into Xixiu!"
"The wind blows in the middle of the river!"
No one had ever linked these two moves together before, but now when Duan Chongxuan used them, they surprisingly felt smooth and natural, as if they were complemented by nature.
Cheng Tianyu had been forced to retreat more than ten steps by the opponent's sword force and was about to leave the stage!
Suddenly he turned his wrist sideways, and thousands of golden lights dissipated.
The Feiyu Sword dragged across the edge of the black sword, splashing countless sparks.
There was a commotion from the direction of Qinglu Sword Sect.
"The setting sun shines on the green foothills!"
"Twilight smoke over Xunjiang River!"
An elder in the stands exclaimed, "Wonderful!"
It is indeed wonderful.
Everyone feels that the battle has been going on wonderfully so far.
The sword in Duan Chongxuan's hand is wonderful, and Cheng Tianyu's talent in swordsmanship, which he showed when he was less than twenty years old, is also wonderful.
Even more wonderful is that "fog on the vast shore" is used to break the "golden feathers' heavy light", and "green hills in the evening glow" is used to contrast with "wind sweeping the river".
If it weren't for the two sides fighting today using it, no one would have thought that such ordinary sword moves combined together could have such power.
Song Tang's expression became serious.
At this point in the battle, they had guessed each other's every move, and the other side was also well aware of their reactions.
From the very beginning, the two sides in this battle were not just Duan Chongxuan and Cheng Tianyu.
It was the first confrontation between Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan and Song Tang and Zhong Shan!
The more solemn one is Luo Mingchuan.
Because Duan Chongxuan's three moves were connected, they did break the "Golden Feather Light", forcing Cheng Tianyu to retreat again and again, but he did not completely defeat him.
But after two moves, Cheng Tianyu was out of danger.
All the calculations and drills have come to an end.
Duan Chongxuan recalled what Luo Mingchuan had said.
"If you still don't win after using this sword, then the rest will depend on you."
Now all his sword moves have been broken by the opponent.
In the eastern sky, the morning glow has not yet dissipated, and the clear and bright light is shining on the world.
Cheng Tianyu held the sword in both hands, took a step forward with his right foot, and looked solemn.
The breeze blew the hem of his clothes and brushed the sword in his hand.
He is clearly a young boy, but he has the bearing of a master with profound and majestic manner.
He raised his sword, and the sword intent flowed through the gaps in the morning glow in the sky, and the clear light was like falling white feathers.
Many people have felt this change and cannot help but sigh that they are older but their cultivation is far inferior to that of others.
"It's actually 'Hua Ge Fei Yu'!"
"He really learned this sword!"
When the flying feather falls, Duan Chongxuan will also be defeated.
But no one laughed at him, because the failure in this battle was not because he was weak, but because Cheng Tianyu was so strong that it broke the rules.
Even someone as famous at a young age as Song Tang was not able to use the most powerful "Hua Ge Fei Yu" in the Feather Clothing Art in the state of concentration.
Until this moment, people finally confirmed that the sub-sage of Qinglu Sword Sect gave the "Flying Feather Sword" to this child because he was indeed worthy of it.
No matter how much everyone understood, none of them understood as much as Duan Chongxuan who faced this sword head-on.
Duan Chongxuan looked at the mountains in the mist in the distance, the morning glow in the sky, the clear light and the flying feathers.
I feel like I have eaten a few more years of food than this guy for nothing.
The sword energy was approaching, piercing his cheek and causing pain.
At the critical moment, he no longer remembered the moves or speculations of his senior brothers, but what his father said, "Sometimes, the blade is sharp, and you have to try it even if you know you will lose. You won't know whether you lose or die until you try it."
This was the second time in his life that he felt his father was right.
He wants to try it.
Yin Biyue was the first to notice that Duan Chongxuan's sword-holding posture had changed.
He moved his hand, which was on the hilt of the sword, forward half an inch.
So what he held was no longer a sword, but a spear.
He closed his eyes.
The people in the audience looked surprised, not knowing what he was going to do.
Could it be that he was driven crazy by Hua Ge Feiyu?
If you close your eyes, can't you see the sword approaching?
Yin Biyue frowned slightly.
Duan Chongxuan said before, "I can't use my strongest sword." This doesn't mean he doesn't have his strongest sword.
He had a vague idea of what he wanted to do now.
But what he was most worried about was not that he still couldn't use the sword, but that if he tried too hard, the sword's force would backfire and hurt himself.
Duan Chongxuan closed his eyes and followed the path in his memory, making a gun flower.
His posture looked odd, but there was silence.
Because the thousands of flying feathers were shaking lightly, there was a hidden intention of retreating.
Duan Chongxuan opened his eyes, and his aura suddenly changed.
He seemed to be wearing armor and ready to fight on the battlefield.
The spear stabbed straight forward!
The air, cut by countless flying feathers, was torn into another long gap!
The whistling sound of the sword is sharp and piercing!
Like an iron cavalry, thousands of troops are coming through mountains and rivers!
Duan Chongxuan didn't use this sword before, not because he wanted to hold back, but because he himself didn't know if he could use this sword.
But now, he used it.
The beacon fires, the swords and the cavalry, the momentum is as fierce as a tiger.
The imperial majesty and the spirit of dragon and tiger are all in this shot!
I was amazed!
In the stands, the elder finally confirmed his guess, "It is indeed the beacon fire!"
Song Tang looked at the scene and felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
He knew that the worst had already happened—the enemy had made a breakthrough at the critical moment.
After all, my junior brother is still too young.
He was never afraid that his junior fellow apprentice would lose, he was only afraid that he would not be able to learn and give up.
The long-cherished wish of the sect, the fame of the Feiyu Sword, and even the high hopes of the master, are all burdens, enough to crush the weak shoulders.
The junior brother who grew up under such pressure always puts the honor of the sect first in everything, and would rather be seriously injured by the opponent's sword than retreat.
Cheng Tianyu stood on the ring, as if facing thousands of troops.
He knew that his sword power was weak, while the opponent's sword power was blazing. The outcome was foreseeable.
But he looked stern and there was no trace of fear in his expression.
It seemed that the sword was about to collide head-on with the opponent's.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Tianyu retreated quickly with his sword!
The Feiyu Sword's momentum turned sharply, cutting a way out for him from among the vast army!
Because at the last moment, he inexplicably remembered what Senior Brother Zhong said,
“Sometimes it takes more wisdom and courage to go back than to go forward.”
Cheng Tianyu retreated, using his sword to support himself, and stood up with difficulty.
It turned out that being able to escape unscathed from such a sword attack had exhausted the last of his true energy and mind.
It is conceivable how seriously he would have been injured if he had not retreated just now.
The sword's whistle suddenly stopped, and when the sword's power was exhausted, it was like the sounding of a retreat.
A crack appeared on the stone platform.
Duan Chongxuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Thank you."
There were exclamations from the audience.
Many people finally came to their senses from the shock and began to exclaim in amazement.
"Do you know what sword that is?"
"I don't know, I've never seen it..."
"It seems to me a kind of marksmanship."
Everyone could tell that "Thank you" was a polite remark, but Cheng Tianyu replied seriously, "No, I lost."
He sheathed his sword and walked down the stage. Song Tang and Zhong Shan were waiting to help him up.
He lowered his head, looking frustrated, "Brother, I lost."
Zhong Shan said, "No, you did a good job."
Song Tang smiled and patted his head, adding, "You didn't lose your composure because of your opponent's anger, nor did you hold on and refuse to retreat. You have surpassed yourself."
So Cheng Tianyu also laughed.
When the disciples of Qinglu Sword Sect heard this, they all came forward to congratulate their little junior brother.
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue helped Duan Chongxuan down.
Although he won, the last sword was too sharp and there was a sign of backlash.
Duan Chongxuan waved his hands, indicating that he was fine, and laughed until his mouth was filled with blood foam.
The disciples of Cangya Mountain laughed along with him, and the female cultivator of Lianjian Sect handed over a handkerchief with a red face.
The breeze disturbed the shadows of the elm trees. It was a bright summer day.
Like these young people who are in their prime.
In the ups and downs of their future lives, picking flowers will eventually become an insignificant thing.
But they will all remember.
There was a battle at the foot of Chongming Mountain, and there was no loser in that battle.
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