The Sword Emperor sighed, shaking his head, and stared dazedly at the moon beside the Western Paradise, his expression wistful.
Gradually, the moon disappeared, leaving only a clear light on the ground, like mercury poured on the ground.
Bamboo shadows swayed slightly, dance-like.
Yet, the Sword Emperor's figure seemed to be frozen.
He stared blankly at the sky in the west, even though the crescent moon had already vanished.
At that moment, the Sword Emperor suddenly felt an unstoppable killing intent descending from the mountain top.
His heart tightened with alertness.
Reaching the Sword Emperor's level in martial realms.
There are few who can make him sense danger.
Almost every one of them is a peerless expert.
A dark cloud drifted over in the sky.
The faint moonlight gave the cloud a mottled silver lining.
The Sword Emperor unexpectedly noticed that the endless killing intent had enveloped the entire top of the mountain.
He looked toward the source of the killing intent.
At the mountain top, a young man hugged a longsword, watching him with a half-smile.
The young man was handsome, but the mischievous smile at the corner of his lips gave him a roguish air.
His casual smile seemed to dismiss even the collapse of the heavens.
The longsword in his arms was dark, yet extremely long and wide, resembling a metal club.
Yang Fei!
Yang Fei slowly walked down from the distant mountain top, the battle will in his eyes growing ever fiercer.
Finally, his pupils seemed like burning coals.
The Sword Emperor's eyes contracted.
It's been less than half a month since the battle at Yinxue Tower.
However, the Sword Emperor found that despite Yang Fei's severe injuries, his martial prowess hadn't diminished, rather it had become even more fierce and menacing.
The growth speed of this monster was truly terrifying.
Yang Fei was merely at the realm of Core Formation to Divine Communication, a full major realm below the Sword Emperor.
But the Sword Emperor didn't dare treat him as an ordinary Core Formation Expert.
At this moment, Yang Fei even gave him a sense of extreme danger.
If he didn't handle it carefully, he feared he might fall into Yang Fei's hands.
"Master, we finally meet."
Yang Fei stopped at the pavilion's edge, smiling and speaking.
He seemed as if he had encountered an old friend.
The Sword Emperor sighed.
"I've always been curious, if given time to grow."
"In the next ten years, would you create a martial myth and become the second Martial God?"
Yang Fei smiled, looking at him, waiting for him to continue.
The Sword Emperor appeared full of regret.
"Unfortunately, you and I are destined to duel, and you've lost your chance to grow."
He said, slowly drawing a longsword from behind.
The blade was dark, the hilt wrapped tightly with hemp thread.
The Sword Emperor raised the long sword diagonally, looking flatly at Yang Fei, with neither anger nor joy.
Their confrontation caused the energy surrounding them to rapidly expand outward.
One resembled a raging tide raising a thousand piles of snow, the other like a tall reef remaining unmoved amid tidal waves.
This feeling is extremely peculiar.
Although the two hadn't officially fought, through the focus of their gazes and the tilt of their footing.
Both could infer the other's intent and exchange lightning-fast moves.
Silence speaks louder than words, the air filled with fierce killing intent.
Suddenly, beneath the Sword Emperor's feet, a mighty force surged up, penetrating into his body like lightning.
Elephant Pulse!
The Sword Emperor never imagined there could be such an unimaginable attack in this world.
He felt a sharp pain at his heel, his calf going numb, his body slightly leaning forward.
The Sword Emperor was instantly shocked.
His entire aura, like a drawn bow, had been accumulated to the potential point before release.
Yet, at this moment, this unexpected strike disrupted his rhythm.
It was like a star stepping onto a red carpet, gracefully walking onto the spotlight.
At such a critical moment, someone kicked a drum from behind, causing a humiliating stumble.
The Sword Emperor completely lost his momentum and form.
Whizz!
At that moment, a sword light flashed and disappeared in the distance.
The next second, the enormous, chilling, dark sword edge was at the Sword Emperor's throat.
That longsword sliced through the air, more than five inches away from the Sword Emperor's throat.
The Sword Emperor's throat was compressed inward by the airflow carried by the sword edge.
He couldn't catch his breath.
This swordsmanship was violent and aggressive, losing the original nimbleness and sharpness of a longsword.
The whole sword's aura was like Zhang Yide charging a hundred meters, delivering a killer strike with his Eighteen-Foot Snake Spear.
At this critical moment, the Sword Emperor activated his Absolute Domain, abruptly trapping Yang Fei.
Simultaneously, the long knife was like a rebirth of a Demon God, slashing towards Yang Fei's head.
The bright knife light instantly reached Yang Fei's head, the heavy scent of rust permeating the air.
This was the Sword Emperor's long knife, ignited by Gang Yuan Qi, and released the scent through friction with the air.
This was the scent of death!
At this moment, an eerie red light shot from Yang Fei's eyes, captivating the Sword Emperor's mind.
Tiger Ghost!
Before Yang Fei achieved Core Formation, this Tiger Ghost was already formidable, but it had grown even stronger post-Core Formation.
The Sword Emperor only felt his head buzzing, his Martial Will crumbling.
All the Gang Yuan Qi within him seemed to lose control, rushing chaotically through his meridians.
The Sword Emperor's Absolute Domain immediately dissipated, slowing down the speed and diminishing the power of his knife.
Regaining freedom, Yang Fei flicked his longsword upward, just meeting the Sword Emperor's long knife.
Clang!
A large shower of sparks flew as the sword and knife collided.
The Sword Emperor's full strength was diffused by Yang Fei's Tiger Ghost by at least four-tenths.
With only six-tenths of his power left, how could he possibly compete with Yang Fei?
Yang Fei unleashed Elephant Shock, merging eight immense forces into one unbeatable power, raising it fiercely.
The Sword Emperor felt an enormous force seizing his knife.
He could no longer maintain his grip, the long knife buzzing as it flew into the sky.
The Sword Emperor could hardly believe his eyes.
As a master of martial arts with transcending the divine strength, he was disarmed within three moves by a Core Formation expert.
This was an unprecedented humiliation for the Sword Emperor!
Yang Fei laughed loudly, taking advantage without letting up.
He withdrew his longsword slightly, the tip infused with an unstoppable momentum, thrusting towards the Sword Emperor.
"You brat! You've gone too far!"
The Sword Emperor, enraged, used his palm as a blade, with swirling Gang Qi, hacked towards Yang Fei's sword spine.
Bam!
After losing his long knife, the Sword Emperor revealed his terrifying side.
This palm strike was twice as powerful as his actual knife.
Bam!
With a dull thud, Yang Fei's Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army was struck by the Sword Emperor's blow.
An explosive force transmitted from the sword body to Yang Fei's hand.
Blood flowed as his hand was shocked, the longsword also sent flying.
The Sword Emperor chuckled grimly, his palm blade gathering Gang Wind, slashing towards Yang Fei's chest.
"Your life is mine!"
Yang Fei didn't expect this Old Devil to be so terrifying.
If struck by this palm, it might be worse than being cut by the Sword Emperor's knife.
He knew he couldn't take it head-on, swiftly turning half a circle beneath his feet, moving behind the Sword Emperor.
However, the Sword Emperor instantly activated his Absolute Domain, a backhand palm blade slicing at Yang Fei's chest.
This time, Yang Fei had nowhere to avoid!
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