Chapter 117: Noodle-head, I've been sick of you for a long time!

The 【Profound Martial True Art】 is divided into two parts: internal and external.

The internal is the 【Profound Martial Internal Art】, while the external is the 【Ten Strong Martial Dao】.

As for 【Ten Directions Invincible】, it is a technique derived from further enlightenment based on the 【Ten Strong Martial Dao】.

What Chu Yang needs to do is reverse-engineer the entire process.

When it comes to talent and comprehension, Chu Yang has the blessing of numerous clones; he is absolutely not inferior to Nie Feng.

If Nie Feng can learn this move, there is no reason Chu Yang cannot.

In half a day, Chu Yang had thoroughly grasped all the essentials of 【Ten Directions Invincible】.

At this point.

Chu Yang had already completed his main purpose for coming to the Lingyun Grotto.

"There is still a Dragon Vein hidden below, but this thing has no meaning to me; it's useless even if I take it..."

The Dragon Vein, which transformed into the spine of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, cannot increase one's cultivation. Its only function is to suppress demons—for example, the demonic intent generated by Nie Feng's Mad Blood.

Using it as a weapon would even feel a bit uncomfortable in the hand.

However, the Dragon Vein also symbolizes the national destiny; once the Dragon Vein is destroyed, it will be a time of great chaos under heaven, with demons dancing wildly.

By then, many old monsters who have long disappeared will emerge, stirring up the winds and clouds of the world. From this perspective, it is actually a good thing for Chu Yang.

At that time, he can freely seize the cultivation techniques of these people.

It is just that Chu Yang is unwilling...

Chu Yang has always kept to himself and never claimed to be a person of great benevolence and righteousness, but he understands the most basic principles.

When the world is in chaos, the ones who suffer are never those who stir up the winds and clouds; whether they live or die is merely a matter of success or failure.

The ones who truly suffer are the common people living their lives honestly.

When gods fight, mortals suffer; when the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat are harmed.

A few short sentences have already exhausted the plight of mortals.

If he were to let these innocent people fall into misery because of his own greed, Chu Yang would truly find it hard to pass the hurdle in his heart.

"It is better for this Dragon Vein to remain in my hands. Even if calamity is unavoidable in the future, at least my mind will be clear."

Chu Yang decided to take the Dragon Vein.

Meanwhile.

The World Association had just experienced a disaster.

Xiong Ba married his foster daughter, Kong Ci, to his eldest disciple, Qin Shuang.

Bu Jingyun, who had always loved Kong Ci, intended to abduct her and leave on the night of the wedding, but was stopped by Nie Feng.

The two sides fought fiercely, and during the struggle, Bu Jingyun accidentally wounded Kong Ci, causing her heart vessels to snap and leading to her death.

In the end.

Bu Jingyun left with Kong Ci's remains, formally turning against the World Association and Nie Feng.

"I am truly a fool, really! I should have believed what Ah Yang said and made things clear to Senior Brother Yun earlier, letting him take Kong Ci away."

"I actually believed that Master still held feelings of master and disciple for the three of us..."

Wind God Hall.

Nie Feng, filled with regret, pulled Ming Yue close, weeping and lamenting his own stupidity. Because of his womanly kindness, Kong Ci, who had grown up with him like a younger sister, had died.

"This has nothing to do with you; it was just fate. And given Bu Jingyun's personality, if this hadn't happened, he likely wouldn't have believed your words."

"As for Qin Shuang, his loyalty to Xiong Ba is even greater than yours..."

"Feng, let's go. While Xiong Ba hasn't yet developed the intent to kill you, let's leave the World Association, find a place to live in seclusion, and never ask about worldly affairs again."

Ming Yue held Nie Feng, gently soothing his painful heart.

Nie Feng, however, turned a deaf ear to Ming Yue's words, closing his eyes and muttering something incessantly, his body trembling with increasing frequency.

It seemed that in the next second, he would fall into some kind of manic state.

Ming Yue did not notice, thinking Nie Feng was just overly heartbroken.

Suddenly.

Nie Feng gripped Ming Yue's wrist with such force that she cried out in pain.

"Feng, what are you doing?!"

Ming Yue looked down, just in time to meet Nie Feng's scarlet eyes, where demonic energy surged, showing not a trace of humanity.

Ming Yue was terrified, wanting to break free from Nie Feng's hand.

But Nie Feng, having already fallen into the demonic path, had no reason; not only did he grab Ming Yue's hand, he even wanted to choke her neck.

In the moment of crisis, the Peerless Sword placed to the side bloomed with light, a dark green barrier enveloped Ming Yue, and then bounced Nie Feng away.

This was a defensive spell Chu Yang had set up in advance, originally intended for Xiong Ba, but he never expected it to be used on Nie Feng.

Although temporarily safe, Ming Yue was extremely panicked; she never dreamed Nie Feng would attack her.

"Feng, what has happened to you?"

"Look clearly, it's me, Ming Yue!"

"Please, don't scare me like this!"

No matter how Ming Yue called out, Nie Feng remained expressionless, his eyes staring fixedly at her as he continuously closed in.

Even with the barrier protecting her, a look of despair appeared on Ming Yue's face.

Nie Feng had gone mad; what was the point of her living?

Just as Nie Feng pressed his hand against the barrier, the Peerless Sword was once again covered in a faint golden light.

That was another spell.

"Sigh, the Mad Blood finally acted up. I thought that as long as nothing happened to Ming Yue, you would never fall into this state."

Chu Yang's voice sounded behind Nie Feng.

Nie Feng turned abruptly, and what greeted him was a bare spine, which whipped forcefully against his handsome face.

Nie Feng was whipped into a spin on the spot, the demonic energy in his eyes weakening by a fraction.

Ming Yue looked with joy at the suddenly appearing Chu Yang; before she could explain what had happened, she watched Chu Yang whip Nie Feng again with the spine.

Nie Feng channeled the Wind God Legs, his figure instantly becoming ghostly, looking as if he could dodge the attack.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yang's speed also skyrocketed, turning into a golden flash, appearing behind him and grabbing his neck.

Then he picked up the spine in his hand and started whipping him.

Nie Feng screamed repeatedly as he was beaten, his previous cold and aloof demeanor vanishing instantly.

Actually, Chu Yang could have just handed the Dragon Vein to Nie Feng; as long as the Dragon Vein was by his side, it could suppress the demonic energy in his body.

But if he didn't beat this kid up, Chu Yang really wouldn't feel satisfied.

Ming Yue, noticing Nie Feng was returning to normal, felt heartbroken but did not rashly step in to stop Chu Yang.

"Stop, stop, stop! Ah Yang, please stop, I'm in agony!"

Nie Feng, beaten into a pig's head, begged for mercy continuously, having clearly regained his reason; if he didn't speak, he might really be beaten to death by Chu Yang.

"Are you sure you're sober?"

"Sober, very sober. I've never been this sober in my life."

Nie Feng was almost crying.

Chu Yang let him go, still feeling unsatisfied.

"Feng, are you alright?"

Ming Yue cried as she stepped forward, rushing into his arms like a swallow returning to the forest.

"I'm fine now, don't worry."

Nie Feng looked at Ming Yue with heartache, saying with lingering fear.

If Chu Yang hadn't appeared in time, the consequences would have been truly unimaginable.

Ming Yue turned her head and asked Chu Yang: "Ah Yang, do you know what happened just now?"

Chu Yang explained: "The Nie family ancestors once fought a great battle with the Fire Qilin, accidentally becoming contaminated with Qilin blood, which was then passed down. Although the Qilin is an auspicious beast, its blood makes people go mad, gradually leading them into the demonic path."

Upon hearing this, Ming Yue and Nie Feng both turned pale.

Nie Feng falling into the demonic path at any time also meant Ming Yue would be in danger at any time.

"Ming Yue, it seems that in the future, I can no longer stay by your side."

"No! Feng, even if I die, I want to be with you."

The two looked at each other with deep affection.

Chu Yang got goosebumps and couldn't help but interrupt them: "Although Qilin blood is powerful, it's not completely hopeless."

Chu Yang took a deep breath, leaving the two feeling anxious.

Ming Yue and Nie Feng looked at him resentfully.

"I hope you can say important things earlier next time! I can extract the Qilin blood, but doing so will cause Nie Feng to lose the opportunity to become stronger. If he can suppress and master the Mad Blood, his strength will rise to a terrifying realm."

Chu Yang decided to give Nie Feng a choice; this was originally his own destiny, and others should not easily make decisions for him.

"Then I'll trouble Ah Yang to help me extract the Qilin blood."

Nie Feng's attitude was very firm; upon realizing he could potentially harm Ming Yue, he was determined to discard this power.

"The power of the Mad Blood could allow you to easily surpass Xiong Ba."

Chu Yang reminded him again.

"I understand, but I don't want it. Just now I almost killed Ming Yue, I hate this power."

Nie Feng answered decisively.

Chu Yang nodded. Being emotional was Nie Feng's strength, but also his weakness; his choices were never rational.

Having devoured all the blood of the Fire Qilin, Chu Yang could sense the existence of the Mad Blood in Nie Feng's body and could trigger it with just a thought.

While triggering the Qilin blood, Nie Feng appeared to be in great pain.

That feeling was like Chu Yang forcibly stripping away a very important organ from his body, and without anesthesia.

Nie Feng's hair turned from black to white, and his skin became withered, as if he had turned into an octogenarian.

This was a state of losing a large amount of life force in a short time.

Chu Yang then replenished pure life force into Nie Feng's body, and his skin immediately returned to normal, though his full head of white hair did not change.

Ming Yue watched Nie Feng anxiously, gritting her teeth.

After a while.

The Qilin blood in Nie Feng's body was completely cleared, and he looked as if he had suffered a major illness, extremely weak.

Barely managing to thank Chu Yang, Nie Feng collapsed to the ground. Seeing this, Ming Yue hurried forward to support him.

"The Mad Blood is removed. Tell me what has happened recently."

Chu Yang had stayed in the Lingyun Grotto for a long time and did not know how many things had happened in the outside world.

Nie Feng recounted the process of Bu Jingyun and the World Association turning against each other with a dim expression, blaming himself for not listening to Chu Yang, which led to Kong Ci's death during their struggle.

To this, Chu Yang could only sigh: "It is time, and it is fate."

"I didn't expect Mast... Xiong Ba to be so heartless. If Senior Brother Yun returns, I will definitely kill that old thief with him!"

Nie Feng clenched his fists in anger.

"If Bu Jingyun returns, he might kill you along with him. He hates Xiong Ba, but does he not hate you?"

"I told you long ago, don't use your own thoughts to speculate on a girl's love."

Chu Yang said indifferently.

Nie Feng gave a bitter smile, falling into self-reproach.

"Feng, let's go, find a place where no one is to live in seclusion."

Ming Yue earnestly persuaded Nie Feng to leave; she really didn't want to get involved in right and wrong.

"Once Wushuang City falls, the World Association will be the undisputed number one sect, with influence covering the world. If Xiong Ba wants to find us, there is nowhere to hide..."

"Even a divine person like Mud Bodhisattva couldn't hide."

Nie Feng's meaning was very clear: unless he cooperated with Bu Jingyun to kill Xiong Ba, he and Ming Yue could not escape the pursuit of the World Association.

Ming Yue wanted to say more, but Chu Yang suddenly reached out to stop her and said: "Regarding this point, I agree with Nie Feng. If Xiong Ba doesn't die, you won't be able to live a peaceful life either."

"Leave Xiong Ba to me, but once this matter is settled, the debt of saving my life is cleared between us."

Chu Yang's words sounded like he was drawing a line with Ming Yue, which made her feel very uncomfortable, and she nodded silently.

Nie Feng sighed, feeling some regret in his heart. In his view, Chu Yang was a very loyal friend; if he hadn't ignored the advice, things might not have developed to this point.

"Then when do you plan to make a move?"

"In a few days, when the Sword Saint arrives, we will act together."

"You want to fight Xiong Ba and the Sword Saint at the same time? Ah Yang, I know your martial arts are very high, but doing this is still too arrogant."

"The Sword Saint's life is at its end; he can only barely perform his final sword move. I want to see this final sword move of his."

After understanding Chu Yang's intention, Nie Feng and Ming Yue stopped persuading him and prepared to leave the World Association.

Before they left, Chu Yang handed the Snow Drink Saber and the written-out Cold Pride Six Decisions to Nie Feng: "These are things I found in the Lingyun Grotto; they are your Nie family's saber technique and weapon."

Nie Feng solemnly accepted these two items, tears faintly flashing in his eyes. Back then, he had seen with his own eyes his father being carried into the Lingyun Grotto by the Fire Qilin.

Now seeing these, he could basically confirm his father's fate.

"Great kindness needs no thanks. I hope there will be an opportunity to repay you in the future."

Nie Feng cupped his hands, his eyes firm.

Having given what needed to be given, Chu Yang left a step ahead of them, his figure disappearing into the night.

Nie Feng held Ming Yue's hand, not taking anything from the Wind God Hall, and walked out of the World Association without looking back.

A few more days passed.

The Sword Saint of Wushuang City suddenly appeared at the World Association, declaring that he would fight Xiong Ba to the death in seven days.

Without Duan Lang to report the news, naturally, other sect members would beg him to come out of seclusion to preside over justice for Wushuang City.

The arrogant Xiong Ba naturally accepted the challenge.

The Sword Saint left satisfied.

For a time, the decisive battle between the two sides shocked the entire martial arts world, and the whole world was watching this duel.

When the Sword Saint left, Chu Yang followed behind him.

He knew the Sword Saint was going to find Nameless.

Not long after, Nameless's disciple, Jian Chen, appeared, and the two started fighting. Chu Yang hid in the distance to watch their sword techniques.

The Sword Saint had not yet comprehended the Sword Twenty-Three of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique; the Sword One to Sword Twenty-Two he displayed were cleanly broken by Jian Chen using one of the moves from the Nameless Sword Technique, 【Unknown】.

This move was Nameless's insight from years of fighting the Sword Saint, all of which had been taught to Jian Chen; it was not that Jian Chen's strength was higher than the Sword Saint's.

Both sets of sword techniques were good, but Chu Yang still wanted to see Sword Twenty-Three and Nameless's Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

After being defeated, the Sword Saint laughed heartily, extremely free and easy; even though he had lost completely, he did not vent his anger on Jian Chen.

The two sides could be considered to have become acquainted through fighting, and Jian Chen subsequently took the Sword Saint to see his master, Nameless.

Chu Yang naturally followed behind them.

The sky grew late.

The two entered a small courtyard.

From afar, Chu Yang heard the sound of an erhu, the melody mournful and winding, making one shed tears upon hearing it.

After confirming Nameless's residence, Chu Yang was just about to leave when a weathered voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Little friend, since you have come, why not sit in the courtyard and let me fulfill the duties of a host?"

Chu Yang had been careful enough, using magic and ninjutsu to cover his tracks; most experts would not have been able to detect his existence.

Yet Nameless still discovered him.

It can only be said that the Heavenly Sword realm is truly terrifying.

If it weren't for the combat power suppression of the world level, these people might really be able to wrestle with the captains in the Bleach world.

Chu Yang simply stopped hiding, walked out of the darkness calmly, and entered the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Nameless had set up a table of wine and food, sitting opposite the Sword Saint, while his disciple, Jian Chen, held the Hero Sword and stood to the side.

The two looked at Chu Yang in surprise.

Nameless smiled slightly: "This person followed the two of you here."

The Sword Saint's face sank; he hadn't noticed anyone following him, and with his martial arts cultivation, this was simply impossible.

When he looked at Chu Yang again, he found that the other party looked very young, even a few years younger than Jian Chen beside him.

The Sword Saint was stunned for a moment, muttering: "Truly, the younger generation is to be feared."

Jian Chen was not as calm as the Sword Saint. In his view, Chu Yang was definitely not a good person, so he asked in a deep voice: "Who is your Excellency? Why are you acting so sneakily?"

Chu Yang rolled his eyes. Could a bad guy tell you exactly what he's doing?

Seeing the petty person in front of him ignoring him, Jian Chen couldn't help but feel a spark of anger. Holding the Hero Sword, he leaped in front of Chu Yang.

As soon as he made a move, it was the Nameless Sword Technique he had just fought the Sword Saint with.

After predicting Jian Chen's movements with Observation Haki, Chu Yang channeled the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, flicking his finger with the power of twenty dragons and elephants.

His fingertip collided with the tip of the Hero Sword, and peerless power erupted suddenly.

Jian Chen flew straight out, the Hero Sword in his hand constantly emitting sword cries; at first listen, it sounded like the miserable screams of a person in crisis.

A look of gravity appeared in the eyes of both Nameless and the Sword Saint.

The Hero Sword was not some piece of junk seen everywhere on the street, but a divine weapon forged a thousand years ago by the founder of the Sword Sect, the "Great Swordsman."

Divine weapons have spirits, and at this time it was crying, seemingly suffering unbearable pain.

This was definitely not something an ordinary expert could do.

"Jian Chen, come back!"

Nameless, who had originally intended for Jian Chen to test Chu Yang's strength, suddenly became anxious.

Jian Chen was a young man after all, and having been sent flying by Chu Yang in one blow, he felt he had lost face. With anger in his heart, he ignored his master's order and delivered another sword strike.

Chu Yang had no intention of becoming enemies with Nameless, so he restrained his move, using the Dragon-Capturing Hand to suck the Hero Sword directly out of Jian Chen's hand.

Jian Chen, having lost the Hero Sword, was shocked and angry, and even more afraid of his master's scolding.

"Good move!"

The Sword Saint couldn't help but cheer loudly.

"Indeed exquisite."

Nameless nodded with a smile, praising him.

Jian Chen's face turned even darker, and he didn't dare to even let out a fart.

Chu Yang performed a sword flourish, threw it casually, and the Hero Sword returned steadily to its sheath. He cupped his hands and laughed: "I have made a fool of myself in front of the two seniors."

Chu Yang's martial arts and attitude won the favor of Nameless and the Sword Saint, and the two became more cordial.

"Since you have come from afar, you are a guest. Little friend, why not sit down and chat with us?"

Nameless invited Chu Yang to sit.

"Thank you."

Chu Yang didn't act coy and sat directly beside the two.

Jian Chen, out of sight out of mind, turned his head to the other side.

"I wonder what is the honorable name of little friend, and why follow behind this old man?"

The Sword Saint's tone was still kind, his eyes staring burningly at Chu Yang.

"A small person's name is not worth mentioning. The two seniors can just call me Ah Yang. As for why I followed Senior Sword Saint..."

Chu Yang smiled: "It is rumored that the Sword Saint and the Heavenly Sword Nameless have fought countless times in their lives; you are both rivals and close friends. Before the last battle of your life, you would definitely want to see an old friend."

Nameless asked: "In that case, you came to see me?"

Chu Yang nodded: "I came precisely to ask the senior for advice on sword techniques." Nameless just wanted to decline, but the Sword Saint suddenly raised his hand to interrupt, staring at Chu Yang and saying coldly: "The last battle of my life? Could it be that you kid have determined that I will lose to Xiong Ba?"

Chu Yang shook his head: "It is not losing, but death. Senior's vitality is thin, like a candle in the wind; you may not have the opportunity to deliver the final sword strike to Xiong Ba."

Nameless looked at Chu Yang in surprise. He had also noticed that the Sword Saint's life was at its end, which is why he had specifically met with the Sword Saint to try and persuade him to give up the decisive battle with Xiong Ba.

He didn't expect the young man in front of him to know this too.

The Sword Saint's expression was complex. He knew his own body better than anyone else, of course. If he weren't running out of oil, why would he be so anxious?

Nameless also took the opportunity to persuade him, but the Sword Saint no longer wanted to listen, closing his eyes and remaining silent.

Nameless sighed and could only look at Chu Yang again: "Little brother Ah Yang, I am no longer a person of the martial arts world. I am afraid I cannot help with your request."

Chu Yang smiled: "Senior, don't be in a hurry. I have a piece of news here that I can use to make a deal with you. If you are still unwilling to act after hearing it, then I will leave immediately and never disturb you again. How about that?"

Nameless hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.

Since the other party said so, he must be fully confident. In this way, he was also a bit curious about what news Chu Yang would use to exchange for his action.

"Senior Nameless, your wife died of a strange poison years ago, right?"

"Yes, the poison was colorless and odorless. I searched all over the Central Plains and found no trace."

"The poison came from Dongying; naturally, you couldn't find it."

"Do you know who harmed my wife?"

"This poison was personally sought out in Dongying by your senior brother, Po Jun, the son of Jian Hui."

Once these words were spoken, a look of movement appeared on Nameless's calm face, and his aura surged, his sharpness fully exposed!

"How did you know about this?"

Nameless's tone became much colder than before.

"If you hadn't intervened back then, Jian Hui would have long ago passed the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin to Po Jun. He has always held this grudge in his heart."

Chu Yang did not answer Nameless's question but directly gave the reason why Po Jun harmed his wife.

Nameless, of course, also knew this point.

The angry Nameless trembled all over, killing intent surging, and the wine table in front of them was cut into powder by invisible sword energy.

The Sword Saint remained silent, his thoughts also drawn to the land of Dongying, where there had once been a woman he loved deeply.

Unfortunately, in the end, he severed his feelings and love, almost forgetting her voice and smile.

Nameless, after venting, closed his eyes, holding his breath, and only after a long while did he calm down.

"If the news is true, it is indeed worth my action."

Nameless returned to his calm appearance.

"The authenticity of the news is easy to verify. Po Jun will soon come to find you; at that time, you can confront him."

"But before that, Senior, can you give me some advice?"

"So that I can collect some interest first."

Chu Yang stood up, his mysterious aura pressing toward Nameless.

He respected Nameless's character, just as he respected Zhang Sanfeng; doing this much was the maximum extent.

If it were someone like Di Shitian or Jue Wushen, he would have started fighting long ago, beating them until even their own mothers wouldn't recognize them.

When Chu Yang said it was Po Jun who poisoned her, Nameless already believed it seven or eight parts.

Thus, he agreed to Chu Yang's request.

"Come with me to the woods outside the town."

Nameless said lightly and stood up, walking outside the courtyard.

Jian Chen suddenly blocked his way, urgently saying: "Master, you haven't made a move for many years, why ruin your vow for a petty person?"

Nameless frowned but still patted Jian Chen's shoulder: "Chen'er, you also know that this matter has always been your master's inner demon. Now that there is a chance to end it, in reason and emotion, I should thank this little brother."

Jian Chen whispered: "Master, this person's background is unknown, his words may not be credible."

"I have my own conclusions." After Nameless said this, he pushed Jian Chen aside and walked out slowly.

Chu Yang glanced at Jian Chen with a half-smile and said in a joking tone: "In the future, if you become a petty person, I will definitely kill you. The two seniors can be my witnesses."

Jian Chen shuddered for no reason.

Nameless turned back and looked at Chu Yang inexplicably. How could the successor to the Hero Sword he chose be a petty person? The Sword Saint laughed heartily: "You kid actually dare to say such things in front of Nameless? That suits my temper! I hope you don't lose too miserably later."

Chu Yang smiled and nodded: "I will definitely make the senior's wish come true."

After a while.

Several people arrived at a forest.

There was no one around, so there was no need to worry about involving others, and they could display their martial arts to their heart's content.

As a senior, Nameless naturally had to show the demeanor of a senior. He gestured for Chu Yang to make the first move and said: "You are young, after three moves, I will make my move."

"Then I won't be polite."

Chu Yang grasped at the void, and a fiery red sharp sword appeared in his hand. The sword body emitted a scorching high temperature, causing the temperature of the forest at night to rise suddenly.

It was precisely the Fire Scale Sword brought out from the Lingyun Grotto.

Nameless's eyes narrowed. Just a moment ago, the Fire Scale Sword had appeared in Chu Yang's hand, and he had no idea how Chu Yang had done it.

All along, Chu Yang had been accustomed to storing things in the space created by the Undetectable Extension Charm, taking them out whenever needed.

"This sword looks a bit like the legendary Fire Scale Sword."

The knowledgeable Sword Saint saw at a glance that what Chu Yang held was the Fire Scale Sword.

"Truly despicable."

Jian Chen glared fiercely at Chu Yang. He felt that the other party was deliberately using a divine weapon to take advantage of his master. If he were to hand the Hero Sword to Nameless at this time, it would instead indirectly raise Chu Yang's strength.

Nameless, however, looked indifferent, standing tall and motionless, his aura like an endless mountain, waiting quietly for Chu Yang to make a move.

Chu Yang's opening move for the sword strike was the first move of the Taiji Sword.

"Are you a successor of Taiji?"

Nameless was a bit surprised.

The Wind and Cloud world also had Taiji, but compared to the one created by Zhang Sanfeng himself, it was somewhat similar but not quite the same, lacking true intent.

It was completely incomparable to the Taiji Sword displayed by Chu Yang.

As Chu Yang's Taiji true intent unfolded, the two were instantly enveloped by a black and white Yin-Yang array, with both sides standing on the eyes of the Yin-Yang fish.

The Sword Saint's eyes lit up, exclaiming: "Good sword technique! This Taiji Sword of yours is worlds apart from what I usually see. Where did little brother learn it?"

Nameless also looked at Chu Yang with some curiosity.

Chu Yang said softly: "From a Daoist friend."

Nameless nodded: "This sword technique is upright and peaceful, Dao follows nature; it must have been created by a high-level Daoist."

The Sword Saint sighed: "So sword techniques don't have to be sharp to be so exquisite; it truly opens one's eyes."

The two of them praised him left and right, making Jian Chen very jealous and stifled in his heart.

For so many years, Nameless had never praised him like he praised Chu Yang.

Taiji Sword intent is good at defense but not attack. After the black and white Yin-Yang array appeared, Chu Yang's sword technique changed again, switching to the Dugu Nine Swords.

The Dugu Nine Swords only attack and do not defend, complementing the Taiji Sword intent.

With two sword techniques of such profound intent appearing at the same time, Nameless and the Sword Saint could not hide the shock on their faces.

"This person is a sword genius no less than me!"

Having retired from the martial arts world for many years, this was the first time Nameless felt an itch in his heart. If he hadn't thought about being a senior, he would have made a move long ago.

The next moment.

Chu Yang attacked Nameless, who was protecting his body with sword energy, using the "Breaking Energy Style."

The Dugu Nine Swords is essentially not a set of moves, but a martial arts theory. In the hands of different people, it can exert different power.

In Chu Yang's hands, it was a supreme technique no less than the Nameless Sword Technique, completely capable of posing a threat to Nameless, who had not yet comprehended the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

Feng Qingyang had evaluated the exquisiteness of the Breaking Energy Style as "divine and clear, existing in one's heart."

Therefore, Nameless's body-protecting sword energy was broken by Chu Yang in an instant, and the Fire Scale Sword pointed directly at the other party's vital points.

Nameless was shocked!

But he still relied on the combat intuition honed over many years to dodge this sword strike sideways.

The high temperature of the Fire Scale Sword still burned a large hole in the clothes on his chest.

Nameless's old face turned red.

Just one move, and he, known as the Myth of Martial Arts, had almost capsized.

The Sword Saint watching the battle was so shocked he almost pulled out his beard.

"Chen'er, pass the sword!"

Regardless of face, Nameless could only let Jian Chen throw the Hero Sword over; otherwise, he might really make a fool of himself within three moves.

Jian Chen seemed to be frightened silly, blankly holding the Hero Sword and not letting go.

"Your master is asking you to pass the sword!"

The Sword Saint suddenly slapped Jian Chen on the back, and the latter suddenly woke up, hurriedly throwing the sword out.

Nameless, who caught the Hero Sword, had his aura change. Only then did he formally duel with Chu Yang; the three-move agreement was already void.

Originally, Nameless was in the Heavenly Sword realm, where having no sword is better than having a sword; whether he had the Hero Sword in hand or not made no difference to him.

But Chu Yang's Breaking Energy Style specifically broke his sword energy; if he didn't have the Hero Sword, Nameless would be greatly restrained.

This was a situation he had never encountered before, and Nameless himself was a bit at a loss.

Nameless, holding the Hero Sword, used the Nameless Sword Technique to fight the enemy, while Chu Yang changed his approach again, switching to the "Breaking Sword Style" to fight.

The two fought back and forth for a while, and the Sword Saint discovered that Chu Yang's sword technique was again firmly restraining the Nameless Sword Technique.

"This kid must have only seen Nameless today, why is every move and style so restraining to him?"

Nameless's thoughts were similar to the Sword Saint's, so his sword technique changed again, actually switching to the Sword Saint's Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

Having fought the Sword Saint for many years, Nameless had long ago studied this set of sword techniques; otherwise, there wouldn't be moves in the Nameless Sword Technique specifically designed to break it.

Chu Yang, having already seen the Holy Spirit Sword Technique once, used the "Breaking Sword Style" to break it again, which was equivalent to an open-book exam, even easier than drinking water.

Not long after, Nameless felt the familiar sense of restraint again, as if a large stone was pressing on his heart, feeling extremely depressed.

The Sword Saint, watching the battle with full concentration, suddenly realized that Chu Yang's sword technique was not restraining the Nameless Sword Technique, but restraining all sword techniques!

"There is actually such a bizarre martial art in the world?!"

The Sword Saint was greatly inspired, his eyes staring fixedly at Chu Yang, as if something deep in his heart was about to be broken!

"My Sword Twenty-Three..."

"It's done!"

Chu Yang's combat power level far exceeded the Wind and Cloud world, and the Taiji true intent and Dugu Nine Swords exerted terrifying power in his hands.

All the sword techniques Nameless had learned in his life were blocked by Chu Yang using Taiji true intent.

The constantly flowing Yin-Yang fish array left a significant shadow on Nameless.

The battle continued until Nameless was exhausted before it came to an end.

Chu Yang had already memorized all the martial arts on Nameless's body except for the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

A small profit.

The real Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, it is estimated that it can only be obtained when Po Jun appears. By then, Nameless will likely have to suffer a bit.

On the other side, the Sword Saint sat cross-legged, entering a mysterious and profound state of meditation.

Sword intent flowed all over his body, like babbling water, ending and beginning again.

"He is comprehending Sword Twenty-Three..."

Nameless knew that the Sword Saint had gained some insight after watching his battle with Chu Yang.

He had a premonition that the Sword Saint's Holy Spirit Sword Technique would advance further, entering an unprecedented realm of swordsmanship.

"Once this move is released, it will definitely shock heaven and earth and make ghosts and gods weep!"

Nameless muttered.

"Whether it shocks heaven and earth and makes ghosts and gods weep, I don't know, I only know that Xiong Ba is going to die."

Chu Yang, taking advantage of Nameless and Jian Chen not paying attention, put the Fire Scale Sword away again, quietly waiting for the Sword Saint to comprehend Sword Twenty-Three.

Time passed slowly, and a white light appeared on the horizon.

When the Sword Saint opened his eyes again, his entire aura was vastly different from before. He actually, like Nameless, had his sharpness completely restrained.

Nameless showed a look of admiration.

The Sword Saint stood up and said to Nameless: "I am leaving."

Nameless wanted to say something but stopped, wanting to persuade him again.

The Sword Saint smiled: "If I don't use this sword move on Xiong Ba, I will die with regrets."

Nameless could only shake his head helplessly.

"I will see the senior off."

Chu Yang stood beside the Sword Saint.

"That's fine. If it weren't for you, I don't know when my Sword Twenty-Three would have been born. Observe this final sword move well and pass it on for this old man."

The Sword Saint seemed to have noticed Chu Yang's intention, but he didn't mind. Such a shocking sword technique would be a pity if it were to accompany him into a mound of yellow earth.

Under Nameless's silent gaze, the Sword Saint and Chu Yang left together.

The World Association was now bustling, with heroes coming to pay homage, and Xiong Ba's reputation reached its peak.

All of this was thanks to the Sword Saint.

Everyone in the world knew that between Wushuang City and the World Association, whoever could become the number one sect in the martial arts world in the future depended entirely on the result of the two's duel.

If the Sword Saint wins, Wushuang City wins; if Xiong Ba wins, the World Association wins.

However.

Everyone hoped for a result where both sides were injured, witnessing the simultaneous fall of Wushuang City and the World Association.

At that time, heroes would compete for the deer, and everyone hoped to become the next Xiong Ba! Seven days had already passed.

Many heroes who had been invited all stood in front of the World's First Building, looking forward to the appearance of the Sword Saint.

The sun was high in the sky.

The time for the duel had long passed.

The Sword Saint had yet to appear.

"Why hasn't the Sword Saint come yet? Could it be that he is afraid before fighting?"

"If this gets out, it will be a huge joke!"

"Sect Leader Xiong's divine power is unmatched, scaring that Sword Saint into hiding, not daring to see anyone, hahaha."

"Nonsense! The Sword Saint has been famous in the martial arts world for many years, even the Heavenly Sword Nameless has competed with him, how could he be afraid of fighting!"

Opinions varied.

In front of the World's First Building, martial arts heroes argued endlessly.

Xiong Ba looked at this scene indifferently, with a bit of an ominous premonition in his heart.

He knew that the Sword Saint certainly couldn't have missed the fight.

But where was the old rascal? What was he doing? His eyes and ears knew nothing, as if the Sword Saint had suddenly disappeared from the world. Xiong Ba did not like this feeling of being out of control.

Meanwhile.

The Sword Saint was already outside the World Association.

Along the way, he and Chu Yang exchanged insights, forgetting the time, which is why he missed the duel.

At this time, although the Sword Saint's vitality was exhausted, his eyes were bright, and his spirit had become exceptionally powerful.

"My body can only support me to get here. Next, I am going to release my sword."

"On the way here, I have already told you the mysteries of Sword Twenty-Three. You must concentrate and watch carefully."

"I won't be able to release a second sword."

The Sword Saint smiled slightly, his demeanor extremely free and easy, without the slightest feeling of facing death.

"Senior, please release your sword. I will guard your physical body here, lest some petty person ruins the mood."

Chu Yang made a "please" gesture.

The Sword Saint had originally wanted Chu Yang to go to the World's First Building first, and then he would release his sword, so that Chu Yang could see the complete process.

It was just that Chu Yang didn't seem to have such a plan, standing silently by his side.

"As you wish."

As soon as the words fell, dazzling golden light flashed around the Sword Saint, and his soul left his body, floating toward the location of the World's First Building.

The Sword Saint, who was determined to kill Xiong Ba with his sword, did not notice that behind him, another Chu Yang had appeared out of thin air.

Chu Yang indeed did not follow to the World's First Building, but his Shadow Clone did.

The speed of the soul traveling through space was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the Sword Saint arrived at the World's First Building and saw Xiong Ba on the throne, accepting congratulations from everyone.

He did not arrive on time, so according to the rules, the winner was naturally Xiong Ba.

Thus.

The Sword Saint in soul state said loudly: "Sorry to keep everyone waiting, I have a sword move, precisely to ask Sect Leader Xiong for advice!"

Instantly.

Golden light erupted from the World's First Building! Everyone was blinded by the dazzling light.

Under the shroud of golden light, everyone's figures froze, watching helplessly as the Sword Saint flew toward Xiong Ba, using his finger as a sword, stabbing toward the other party's vital points.

Xiong Ba was shocked and angry, but his body was out of control, watching helplessly as the Sword Saint stabbed him.

Unprecedented terror appeared in Xiong Ba's heart.

Am I going to die?

Now that the trend of the world was in his hands, Xiong Ba could not accept the result that he was about to die.

Outside the World Association.

Several figures quietly appeared near the Sword Saint's true body.

There was the old acquaintance Jian Chen.

And a cute young girl.

And... a cold young man with a look of dissatisfaction, sporting a ramen-style hairstyle.

Just by looking at his appearance, Chu Yang could guess that the young man was Bu Jingyun, and the girl was Chu Chu.

"Has Senior Sword Saint already performed Sword Twenty-Three?"

Jian Chen noticed the Sword Saint's strange posture and couldn't help but ask Chu Yang.

"What are you here for?"

Chu Yang asked back.

"My master is worried that after Senior Sword Saint is defeated, Xiong Ba will vent his anger on the people of Wushuang City, so he sent me to be a lobbyist."

Jian Chen, although unhappy with Chu Yang, still maintained the necessary respect, after all, the other party was an expert who could be mentioned in the same breath as his master.

"Why are you telling him these things? Hurry up and move aside, Xiong Ba's life can only be taken by me!"

Bu Jingyun obviously knew about Sword Twenty-Three and was afraid that the Sword Saint would really kill Xiong Ba, leaving him with no revenge to take, so he rushed toward the Sword Saint's true body urgently.

"I've been sick of you for a long time, you're as annoying as that pig teammate Star-Lord!"

If it weren't for Bu Jingyun, Xiong Ba would have been cold long ago, forcibly creating so many follow-up plots; like Star-Lord, he belongs to the top-tier war criminals.

Chu Yang kicked him in the face without ceremony.

Bu Jingyun raised his sword to block, and the next second, he flew out with his sword, fainting on the stairs.

(End of chapter)