Chapter 162: Li Qingfeng

The Diancang Sword Array, which shook the world, had finally been defeated.

The Diancang Sect Leader, Xie Tianshi, had his throat pierced by a single sword strike.

The remaining six disciples of Diancang were heavily wounded and no longer posed a threat.

With "Old Man Heaven" Yu Liancheng breaking seven swords with one, who else in the world could stand against him?

Just as the countless martial arts heroes were in a daze, the sound of a bowstring rang out, and two streaks of silver light shot toward Yu Liancheng's back with lightning speed.

These two streaks of silver light were truly too fast and too fierce, emitting a violent whistling sound in the air, like two silver lightning snakes.

Even the masters of the Tang Sect of Shu would likely be unable to unleash such fast hidden weapons.

Yu Liancheng had broken the sword array and killed the Diancang Sect Leader with one strike; having sheathed his sword, he was feeling triumphant, and both his mind and body were in a state of absolute relaxation.

Yet at this moment, the silver light shot over suddenly, clearly intending to catch him off guard.

Without the slightest precaution, he could easily have been pierced through by these two streaks of silver light.

And just as the silver pellets were still in flight, another blade of light slashed down across the sky.

This blade of light fell from the void, as if the Milky Way were descending from the horizon, carrying an indescribable murderous aura and an unbridled, arrogant dominance; the spirit behind it was extremely overbearing.

In terms of both momentum and speed, this strike far exceeded that of "Left-Handed Divine Blade" Hua Ping.

Silver light, blade light, arriving in succession...

The speed of the silver light was already very fast.

Yet this blade of light was indeed only a fraction slower than the silver light.

Clearly, the wielder of the blade was not only highly skilled in blade technique, but their blade technique and movement arts were also not lacking in the slightest.

A swordsman who had just defeated an opponent and sheathed his sword would likely be split in two by the blade light, even if he managed to barely dodge the two streaks of silver light.

But Yu Liancheng did not.

Because he had sheathed his sword precisely to make others think he was relaxed, so that their true intentions would be revealed.

He had sensed it long ago.

Therefore, his reaction was also very fast.

His body did not draw the sword again.

With a shake of his arm, his wide black long sleeves rolled out, like a dark cloud obscuring the sun.

A roll.

A flick.

The two streaks of silver light were first caught by the sleeve, then flicked out, meeting the incoming blade light at an even faster speed.

That person clearly had not anticipated this situation.

But the blade light in their hand continued to press forward relentlessly.

Clang! Clang!

Two crisp sounds rang out; although the blade light struck the two silver pellets, its momentum was greatly reduced. Knowing that another strike would be of little use, the wielder simply folded their body in mid-air and landed on a nearby tree branch.

"Talent emerges in every generation of the pugilistic world, yet I never thought that I, Li Qingfeng, who has roamed the world for a lifetime, would actually have a moment of failure."

This person was tall and burly, with a glowing red face, long hair like silver silk draped over their body, wearing a bright red cloak, carrying a gold-backed bow on their back, and holding a long blade in their right hand that shimmered in the setting sun.

As for those two streaks of silver light from before, they were merely two silver pellets, which had already been split in two.

This person was no longer young, their face covered in wrinkles, but their voice was like a booming bell, their waist as straight as a javelin, and their whole body was filled with strength, as if they were still very young.

It is likely that few people have ever seen such a young-looking old man.

And when this old man spat out the three words "Li Qingfeng," the martial arts heroes around were stunned at first, then broke into an uproar, showing expressions of disbelief.

The old man accepted the gazes of the crowd without the slightest concern, seemingly feeling it was only natural.

"So it is Senior Li Qingfeng, I have long admired you," Yu Liancheng said with a smile, cupping his hands.

The old man was full of arrogance and actually accepted his respect quite calmly.

"Alright, the courtesies are done; I should send you on your way, Senior," Yu Liancheng said with a calm smile.

"Send me on my way, haha..."

Li Qingfeng threw his head back and laughed, his voice shaking the sky; however, before the laughter had even faded, his expression suddenly changed, and he slashed his battle blade through the air, striking out several times in succession.

In the empty air where there was clearly nothing, every time the blade struck, it would emit a trembling sound.

A moment later, Li Qingfeng's eyes turned sharp: "Formless and imageless, silent and soundless. It is the Formless Finger; what relationship do you have with those bald donkeys of the Shaolin Temple?"

Yu Liancheng ignored him, looking at his own slender fingers, and sighed: "A pity, the distance was a bit far, and my attainment in the Formless Finger is still far from reaching the true state of being formless and imageless."

"Brat, you dare to plot against me? Die!"

Li Qingfeng's mouth twitched, and with a sharp whistle, he leaped down from the tree. The long blade in his palm slashed again, the blade light swirling like a dragon, the air hissing, and his entire figure seemed to merge into the blade light.

Yu Liancheng still did not draw his sword.

He still did not dodge.

Seeing that this blade light was about to split him in two.

Yu Liancheng's robes billowed, and he suddenly spread his hands; looking at his posture, he was actually going to use the "Empty Hand Catching White Blade" technique that everyone in the pugilistic world knew.

Although this move appeared simple, it was dangerous to the extreme; a moment of carelessness could result in being split in two.

Li Qingfeng's anger grew even more; using such a move to deal with him was simply an insult.

His blade light became faster and fiercer.

However, right within that lightning-fast blade light, Yu Liancheng's hands suddenly clapped together; with a "ding" of a trembling sound, the blade light suddenly froze in an instant.

The martial arts heroes could not help but gasp in surprise.

This strike, which was enough to split mountains and break cliffs, had actually been caught by an empty hand.

Li Qingfeng's mouth twitched, clearly feeling he had lost face, and he let out a roar like a fierce tiger, wanting to twist the long blade to slice off Yu Liancheng's palm.

Who would have thought that with a shake of Yu Liancheng's palm, a "crack" sounded, and the tempered battle blade snapped into two pieces.

In Li Qingfeng's hand was the section connected to the hilt, while in Yu Liancheng's palm was a section of the blade.

Swish!

Yu Liancheng's palm moved once more, and Li Qingfeng's figure, which had been pouncing like thunder, suddenly stopped moving, because the broken blade in Yu Liancheng's palm had already pierced into his chest.

He raised his head with difficulty, took one look at Yu Liancheng, and filled with deep unwillingness, finally fell down.

He appeared quickly.

He died even faster.

"Congratulations, another expert has died by your hand."

Feng Siniang walked over; she did not sway her waist like some women when she walked, yet she was exceptionally moving: "This 'Golden Bow Silver Pellet Tiger Slashing Blade, Cloud Chasing Moon Catching Water Drifter' was once the cleanest-handed and most famous lone bandit in the pugilistic world. If it weren't for the emergence of Xiao Shiyilang, his reputation would likely be even louder."

"So that's how it is, no wonder this person's lightness skill and blade technique were both quite good." Yu Liancheng nodded.

Feng Siniang asked in surprise: "You don't know him?"

Yu Liancheng said: "Why should I know him?"

"Since that's the case, then you still said 'I have long admired you'."

Yu Liancheng shrugged and smiled: "Because someone once told me that whether you know someone or not, being polite is never wrong."

Li Qingfeng still had one breath left.

After hearing this sentence from Yu Liancheng, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his final breath was gone.

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