Chapter 445: Yang Yang Zhenbing

"No."

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Yang Yang Zhenbing lowered his head again and opened the sword manual he had closed.

The expression on his face was also very obvious—don't bother me.

At this time, something moved on Pei Ye's shoulder. It was a black cat like a jade ball looking at the autumn flowers close at hand, raised its claws to pull, and then lowered its head, watching the petals slowly drift onto the stone ground.

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"I heard people say before that the Hao Bailu Palace's technique is unparalleled in the world, and I have long admired it. When I was in the Southern Country Sword Test in August, I read that you took second place." Pei Ye was still trying. If he asked who Pei Ye wanted to spar with most in the field, then besides the youth in front of him, there was naturally no second choice. He took chess swords as his specialty and heard that Hao Bailu was the highest in this path, so of course he wanted to measure his own level.

"Good."

"Ah?" Pei Ye didn't react for a moment.

"Spar, I'll fight." Yang Yang Zhenbing's voice seemed to be naturally low and short and cold, simply like a person like his name.

"Ah, good, good, good." Pei Ye didn't expect that it would suddenly turn around, and cupped his fists happily. The two walked towards the open space.

"Because I also like to do fine work in moves when fighting swords, I am curious about how well you Hao Bailu Palace do it." Pei Ye smiled. He suddenly discovered that this youth seemed to have ice thorns growing on his body. As soon as he got close, his skin felt cold, so he moved two steps away to keep a distance.

"Hmm."

"Eh, Brother Yang, do those Southern Country people look like us? Are they powerful or not?"

"Very weak."

". Oh."

The two stood still in the open space. Pei Ye pulled out his sword, and Yang Yang Zhenbing stood still on the opposite side.

Pei Ye performed a sword salute and hesitated for a moment, then said earnestly: "Brother Yang, although I am unknown, I do have quite a few means in chess swords. You must be careful."

Yang Yang Zhenbing was stunned and nodded.

"Then I'll come first, Brother Yang." Pei Ye smiled, and his figure floated up dashingly.

The sword was still 【Breaking the Earth】. The young cicada drilled out of the rain soil. This was the beginning of all subsequent changes of facing the wind and bathing in the sun and climbing trees and turning into feathers. Pei Ye had too many miraculous and skilled changes in this sword, and it was definitely a good choice for facing unfamiliar enemies.

The sword light flew over, and a sword like autumn water flew out from behind Yang Yang Zhenbing's back. The flow was also like a pool of autumn water, so naturally, it lay in front of him, just catching the tip of Pei Ye's sword.

This block was naturally within Pei Ye's expectation. He turned his wrist lightly, and a strange force suddenly generated on the sword.

In an instant, the young cicada finished its life.

The effort he put into the "Jade Jade Sword" in the past two months must not have been in vain. What followed 【Breaking the Earth】 was actually 【Jade Old】.

Yang Yang Zhenbing's stable sword block seemed to be eroded by time—all power, originally, would eventually grow old.

Pei Ye pursed his lips coldly. Once 【Jade Old】 was formed, the power buried in the tendons and bones suddenly erupted. He was of course facing this sword test with complete seriousness. At the moment the opponent revealed a gap, 【Pulling the Sun to Shine on the Feathers】 rose extremely brightly between the two.

Pei Ye had indeed closed his doors to build a car, but the fighting along the way was not useless, and the one thousand swords he personally felt in the Soul-Taking Bead didn't leave nothing behind. Although he only practiced a few sword arts, his foundation was indeed not completely weak. 【44

His train of thought and sword field had been greatly broadened by those sword techniques, and his already keen sword sense was now simply like a fish in water.

Now, this sudden, powerful, and incomparably precise move 【Plucking the Sun and Shining the Feathers】 was the stunning result of his transformation!

But the next moment, a bone-chilling cold made Pei Ye shudder all over. In his field of vision, the sword that had been silenced by 【Jade Old】 suddenly flew up, as if it had never been bound by time.

This completely unexpected scene made Pei Ye suddenly stiffen. A straight sword like 【Plucking the Sun and Shining the Feathers】 was actually snapped by him, used to press the opponent's suddenly flying sword light, but that light seemed to suddenly turn into a shadow. The two swords clearly passed along the same sword path, yet they did not collide.

Caught off guard and losing two moves in a row, the opponent's sword blade was already at his throat.

【Plucking the Sun and Shining the Feathers】 was forcibly interrupted. Pei Ye pressed his wrist down, and with the help of the sword force that resisted and returned, his figure sprang up like a green carp. In such an extreme situation where he was blocked on both sides, he still managed to turn out an upward move 【Drifting Returning Wind】, his figure falling gracefully behind Yang Yang Zhenbing. Pei Ye twisted his wrist to control the sword—but the next instant, Yang Yang Zhenbing's cold and sharp face was already forced before his eyes, and his neck felt cold, being framed by an icy sword blade.

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"Not bad," Yang Yang Zhenbing withdrew his sword and said in a low voice.

". No, Brother Yang. I am at the Sixth Life Realm; if you want to play chess with swords with me, you have to suppress your True Qi."

"I am using the Sixth Life Realm."

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Pei Ye touched his mouth, performed a sword flourish to sheathe his sword, and laughed: "I know. Just joking."

He slowly stroked the sword hilt, savoring this short but quite impactful sword chess match carefully.

He did indeed suspect for a moment that this person was using Eighth Life Realm True Qi, because he didn't see at all how Yang Yang Zhenbing broke his sword moves, or rather, he didn't see any sword moves from the opponent's hands at all.

Pei Ye felt that his sword moves were already extremely deep and detailed, capable of seeing countless spaces for changing moves that ordinary sword practitioners couldn't see, and he had relied on this to achieve many miraculous victories. But at this moment, he suddenly felt that his sword was a coarse and tattered large net, stacked in three layers, yet still easily swum through by the silver fish in the opponent's hand.

Three rounds of sword chess: thrilling, chilling, life-threatening, and flustered.

This was definitely an experience he had never had before, even when practicing swords with Miss Ming, it didn't give him this feeling—in fact, Miss Ming was at the other extreme; she was like the sea, and no matter how hard the youth tried, he couldn't stir up waves to disturb her.

But this didn't bring much frustration; instead, it made the youth suddenly give birth to an indescribable excitement, as if he had caught a glimpse of a world he had never reached.

He looked at this peer before him and asked curiously: "Brother Yang, how did you break my first sword? I didn't see you change moves to respond, and I thought I had succeeded."

Yang Yang Zhenbing looked at him: "I didn't break it; you didn't use it well yourself."

Pei Ye froze.

Truly for the first time, someone said there was a problem with his sword moves themselves.

Yang Yang Zhenbing was silent for a moment and said what was probably the longest sentence of the day: "You haven't practiced this sword move well; you've probably only learned it for two months, it's too coarse."

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Pei Ye restrained his eyebrows and eyes, sat down cross-legged, and earnestly asked this 【Sword Demon】 of the Bai Lugong about every detail. The other party was actually like a different person from the cold image at the beginning, patiently answering every question he had. Even though the words were brief, they were precise everywhere.

Pei Ye almost broke into a cold sweat during the questions and answers. He had never thought that his sword had so many problems. In some aspects, he had indeed reached above the blue sky, but the support below was so weak and distorted.

The Bai Lugong's pursuit of technical excellence made him shocked and convinced. When the two performed the "Opening Door Sword" once each, Yang Yang Zhenbing said he was "coarse," and Pei Ye was convinced.

After many questions ended, Pei Ye stared fixedly at the empty space, truly feeling he had gained a lot.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the youth before him had answered so many of his questions with incomparable patience. He quickly stood up, bowed earnestly, and said: "Brother Yang, thank you very much. Meeting for the first time, I was abrupt and disturbing at first, yet I received such dedicated guidance from you; I am very moved."

"Hmm, it's nothing."

Yang Yang Zhenbing was expressionless as always, his voice low like ice. At this moment, he tilted his head as if he didn't care, his gaze following the jade ball that was climbing a tree to pick flowers beside Pei Ye: "Where did you buy this cat?"