Chapter 484

Everyone recognized the Daoist robe with a calm expression.

A touch of cinnabar, a long sword, he was still as unbreakable as ever. Everyone remembered how he paced on the sword platform of the Southern Kingdom Martial Arts Meeting a few months ago, making one opponent after another despair. However, when the Divine Capital was most enthusiastically praising this name, he entered the Sword Academy and never appeared again.

Now it was still the same demeanor of a guest from a fairy mountain, Qingwei Thunder Method, Taiji sword momentum. No one thought that the Mystic Gate after being suppressed by the World Law could be resisted by the eighth life—unless this person was named Yan Feiqing.

Crane Fowl ranked ninth, which was originally the top pulse realm in the world.

But almost no one recognized the young man who walked out afterward.

That was a very strange face, and also a very strange figure... only a very few people recognized him.

"Is that... Seeing Pei Ye?"

A murmuring whisper sounded on the Green Flower Terrace, but no one answered. The students of the Imperial Academy naturally recognized him, so the next moment many people thought of his purpose for appearing here in disbelief.

—"I said I would deal with the Taiping Cao Bang... it won't live past the tenth day."

The slender figure lying lazily on the railing on the Maple Shadow Terrace also straightened up, looking at the lake and whispering: "Yan Feiqing..."

"..."

"That is Yan Feiqing." She turned her head to look at Changsun with bright eyes, "I told you, one of the most talented swordsmen of this generation. Did you see that sword just now? It was natural and perfect in quality. Such a perfect and flawless sword can now only be seen in Yan Feiqing's hands in the entire Divine Capital!"

However, Changsun did not answer, holding the railing and murmuring: "Seeing Pei Ye..."

"... What Seeing Pei Ye?" Cui Zhaoye frowned, "Did you really get drugged?"

"That person is Seeing Pei Ye!" Changsun stared with a pair of bright eyes and pointed, "The one I told you about, the one behind Yan Feiqing!"

Cui Zhaoye raised her eyebrows and turned to look.

The entire south bank was indeed slightly in an uproar after a moment of silence.

Everything was completed in just one breath.

The lively pavilion, the white-clothed master falling from the sky, the powerful Taiping Cao Bang, this prosperity came to an abrupt end in an instant.

The cold air of the rainy night forced everyone's eyes so sharply. This was not acting. The second leader of the Taiping Cao Bang, who had a graceful posture, was killed unexpectedly before everyone. From the moment he took the first thunderbolt, he slid rapidly into a dead end, without getting any chance to resist.

The rising momentum of the Taiping Cao Bang stalled at this moment. The young man on the lake stepped forward, and on the Flying Mirror Pavilion, several figures also slowly stood up.

Behind Qiu Tianyu, the three great hall masters and seven or eight rudder masters all grasped their weapons.

A strong and upright figure also stood up from the top of the building. Before he performed this action, people had never even noticed that in the dimness on the top of the Flying Mirror Pavilion, there was still a young shirtless person sitting.

Third leader, 【Heart-Plucking Guest】 Ji Xiong Hu. If Si Lianwen relied on seniority and calculation to ascend to the position of leader, Ji Xiong Hu relied on only one thing: fighting.

Since joining the Taiping Cao six years ago, this fierce man had never stopped his fists, fighting from a small soldier to a leader, from a leader to a rudder master, until he was entrusted with the position of leader by a pair of iron fists. In recent years, Qiu Tianyu had almost never made a move, but the Taiping Cao had never lost those bloody businesses, and had never lost the slightest deterrent power, precisely because of this third leader who made the gangs of the Divine Capital fearful.

Some said he had half the blood of a barbarian in his body and could fight and kill people of the third life with his bare hands without using True Qi; some said he was born half-evil, so he tore limbs and gouged out hearts and lungs, almost leaving no whole corpse... and no matter what the saying was, the bloody path he walked out was real. Many so-called famous disciples were just another corpse in front of him.

Now he was also the first to jump down, instantly making countless people have the illusion that he and Si Lianwen were in two realms.

The terrifying speed caused the rain curtain to suddenly explode into holes. The person was shirtless and disheveled in the cold rain. Under the condensation of True Mystic, his hands to his forearms were dyed iron-colored inch by inch. Then the lava-like mesh cracks opened on it, like an iron furnace heated to red in two breaths. The rain hit it and aroused a hissing white mist.

【Weapon-Casting Hand】, Ji Xiong Hu had no sword or blade, and had been fighting with his bare arms for two years until the Taiping Cao. On the day he stepped into the Mystic Gate, the great leader found this Mystic Technique for him.

The three great hall masters followed closely behind, each pulling out swords and blades. Being able to walk on the lake as if on flat ground required at least the seventh life. At this time, the dozen or so figures flying down from the top of the building were all famous figures of the Taiping Cao.

Xie Chuantang said that the entire Taiping Cao Bang was here. Now that this behemoth had been suddenly pulled out a tooth, it really revealed a terrifying figure.

It really required two Mystic Gates and five hundred armored soldiers to pacify it.

"... Then it seems he really is a student of the Sword Academy." Cui Zhaoye looked at the lake and said, "Otherwise, there would be nowhere to know Yan Feiqing... This Mystic Gate is very strong, and Yan Feiqing is going to draw his sword again... Look, it must be perfect again."

"Isn't perfection good?"

"... I can't tell you. Such a perfect sword is very fascinating. I know that the Qingwei Daoist family may not be able to produce a Yan Feiqing in a hundred years," Cui Zhaoye looked at the distant lake, "but if a person always uses such a perfect sword, don't you think it's like a rubbing machine?"

"How could that be?"

"... Forget it."

"Then why don't you look at Seeing Pei Ye." Changsun hesitated and suggested, "He might be very powerful."

Cui Zhaoye smiled helplessly: "I see what he can have—"

However, she could really see it.

A master of the black-clothed sect like Ji Xiong Hu broke through the air, followed by seven or eight practitioners of the upper two realms... but the one who met him was not Yan Feiqing.

The Daoist with cinnabar on his forehead quietly closed his eyes to store his sword, and the young man stepped forward and swept up.

Ji Xiong Hu's eyes were red, and his arms were filled with fierce smoke, like a fire demon, while the young man was cold from his face to his body. Ji Xiong Hu's eyes locked on him, his figure shot out, and he threw a punch. The overwhelming power that was difficult to resist not only exploded the rain curtain in an instant, but also forced open the young man's forehead hair and lapels.

Changsun suddenly understood what Cui Zhaoye meant by "choice" in an instant.

A swordsman as perfect and natural as Yan Feiqing... really wouldn't use such a sword move linkage.

Facing such a punch that was enough to break his skull, Seeing Pei Ye did not use 【Eating Leaves】, did not use 【Old Jade】, did not use 【Cloud Cold】... did not use any sword style to resolve or defend.

He suddenly erupted with a desperate 【Collapsing Snow】!

Two forces that were enough to tear him apart suddenly collided and exploded. The momentum was more than double that of Ji Xiong Hu's single blow.

This was a sword that was almost suicidal. Of course, his own sword style was instantly destroyed, and then in such a violent and chaotic torrent, the sword that should have been out of control actually cut out a graceful arc according to his heart.

It was as incredible as shaking a thin line straight in a strong wind.

Then the young man let go of the out-of-control sword, and his body was like a thin line that slipped out of his hand in the strong wind, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

It was as if he was not holding the sword, but the sword was tethering his body.

The sword of 【Drifting Returning Wind】, naturally, the stronger the wind, the faster the leaves. And some swordsmen are not torn apart no matter how violent the wind is.

In an instant, the two crossed each other almost cheek to cheek, and Ji Xiong Hu only had time to shift his pupils.

And the young man's face was still cold and calm. This moment of life and death seemed like a daily routine. Then he opened his fingers in the flight. There was nothing in his hand, but a sword cast from rain fell into his palm.

It was difficult to imagine the control over the True Qi outside the body, and what was even more difficult to imagine... was that this sword in the rain really condensed sword intent!

Just as Ji Xiong Hu could not react, Cao Yu, the "Southern Heng" who followed him, also did not expect such a sudden change.

This thirty-year-old hall master was the most promising backbone of the Taiping Cao Bang. A few days ago, after breaking through the eighth life, he replaced the old hall master and succeeded to the position of "Southern Heng." In terms of fighting experience, he was indeed not a brilliant one.

Now he had just pulled out his sword.

The young man staggered three steps, his body like a residual illness, and the rain sword in his hand pointed at his horizontal sword body.

In an instant, this rain sword exploded completely. What flew out was not water droplets, but sword fragments that seemed sharp. Neat cracks were cut on Cao Yu's clothes, but a more immense force had already been applied to his sword.

His arm shook and he lost his grip, his sword momentum collapsed, and the blockade of the eighth life's True Qi was still destructive. Cao Yu felt as if he had been hit head-on by a force of ten thousand pounds in an instant, and his body was completely out of control.

The withered and weak young man opposite looked at him coldly and parted his lips lightly: "Carrying a New Corpse."

The 【Mountain Feather】 flying in the rain curtain seemed to have really turned into a spiritual green sparrow. The emerald light flashed only very lightly and quickly, like a fine moist flowing light on the grass color. An extra bright red blood line had appeared on Cao Yu's neck.

Then this green bird fell into the young man's hand and tied him up again.

"..."

On the Maple Shadow Terrace, Cui Zhaoye looked at the center of the lake without moving. The swords she had seen in the Sword Academy a few days ago flashed through her mind: Zhang Chao, Wen Li, Ning Shuhong, Wang Shousi, Wen Zheng, Han Xiuben, Chu Shuiting, and even Zuoqiu Longhua and Yang Zhenbing... suddenly all covered with a layer of gray.

Changsun didn't understand how this scene happened at all, and was a little worried about the acquaintance, frowning and tilting her head to ask the girl beside her for help, but her own wrist was gripped tightly first.

"He... what is his name?" Cui Zhaoye looked at her somewhat stunned.

"... Seeing Pei Ye." Changsun looked at her blankly. The expression of this close friend was a bit blurred.

"... Changsun." Cui Zhaoye whispered.

"Hmm?"

"How can there be such a swordsman in this world..."