For a swordsman who was sincere in the way of the sword, the word 'Sword Master' was a high praise for his lifelong pursuit and recognition of his cultivation in the way of the sword.
There were tens of thousands of swordsmen in the world, but very few could obtain this honor.
Ye Feng's suggestion was his recognition of Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship. However, Feng Qingyang did not reveal any joy because of this. Instead, the sorrow and loneliness on his face became even more prominent.
He shook his head." I have no name in the world of mortals. I'm just playing around in the mortal world. Don't ask me." Feng Qingyang had long hidden in the martial world and no longer talked about the sword, so how could he still be called the Sword Sect?”
Ye Feng frowned slightly, his sharp gaze landing on Feng Qingyang like a sword. His entire body was emitting a fierce aura, like a sword that stood proudly in the world, emitting a chilling light that could shake one's soul.
Wherever he stood, everything in the world seemed to have become his sword. The mountain peak under his feet was like a sword, thick and lonely. The white clouds in the sky were like swords, cold and otherworldly.
At this moment, he was a sword!
"Feng Qingyang, if you really gave up your sword because of guilt, then you shouldn't have come. If you are not sincere in the sword, you are not worthy of talking about the sword with me.”
Ye Feng's threatening words were comparable to the sound of a sword, piercing Feng Qingyang's face. His words seemed to have pierced his heart. Feng Qingyang had once defeated the heroes with his sword and disappeared from the martial world. How could the pride in his heart lose to others? If it wasn't for the fact that he had been deceived and felt guilty for not participating in the Sword Qi competition, and seeing the Sword Sect fall, Feng Qingyang would have been the person with the highest chance of getting a glimpse of the Connate Sword Dao with his cultivation.
He had hidden in Jianghu for decades. Perhaps he had really forgotten the sword, but the pride hidden deep in his heart had never changed. Instead, it had seeped into his bones as time passed.
In the original novel, when he taught Linghu Chong the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords, his arrogance was the best proof.
"The sword is in my heart. Even without a sword, I can defeat the sword in your hand.”Feng Qingyang swept away the loneliness from before and spoke firmly.
"If you don't have a sword in your hand, do you have a sword in your heart?”
Ye Feng muttered softly and sneered,""There's only one Dugu Qiubai in Jianghu. No matter how much you learn, you won't be able to become him. Perhaps it was his Nine Swords Beyond the Swords that made you, but if you really learn his sword path, you will never have the chance to surpass him in your life.”
Feng Qingyang shook his head in disagreement. There was indeed only one Dugu Qiubai in Jianghu, but there was also only one Feng Qingyang.”
"I only want to prove my Dao, nothing else." Feng Qingyang suddenly let out a long howl. However, this time, his voice was like rolling thunder, and it had the aura of shocking mountains and rivers. Following the long whistle, the aura on Feng Qingyang's body changed continuously, as if he had finally shed the shackles of dust on his body, revealing his sharp edge. The black-robed youth standing beside him was so shocked that he took a few steps back.
"Good, good, good. So you got the sword before you forgot it. I've underestimated you.”Ye Feng's eyes were filled with a hint of surprise as he spat out the word 'good' from the corner of his mouth.
He had always thought that Feng Qingyang had given up on the sword because of guilt. It wasn't until today that he realized that Feng Qingyang hadn't given up on the sword, but had forgotten about it. He had gotten the sword first and then forgotten about it. This state was no less than Song Que's Heavenly Blade's Doctrine of the Great Tang. If it wasn't for the fact that the spiritual energy in the world of the Laughing Proud was not as abundant as the world of the Great Tang, Feng Qingyang would have already had the qualifications to compete with Song Que.
It wasn't even impossible for him to reach the Shattered Dao.
"It seems that you have already seen through the sword realm of Dugu Qiubai and walked out of your own path. Very good, my path is not lonely, my path is not lonely."
Ye Feng's eyes were unprecedentedly serious. Feng Qingyang, who had entered the realm of Sword Forgotten Sword, was already worthy of his careful treatment.
Feng Qingyang's expression did not change as he said," If I wasn't provoked by you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have had the chance to break through the final barrier."
Ye Feng revealed a noncommittal smile."Do you dare to accept the name of the Sword Sect?"
"Why not?" Feng Qingyang, who had been freed from the cage, changed from his previous ashen heart to a carefree attitude. His old face even showed the vitality of a young man.
"Sword Sect's Feng Qingyang lives up to his name!" Ye Feng praised proudly.
" You're right." Feng Qingyang smiled calmly." To be able to see through the Sword Dao that I spent half my life comprehending, Sword King Ye Feng is not weak either."”
"Why do we need to compete in the Dao of the Sword?
A thousand fingers, ten thousand seals,
you can ask the highest peak of Jianghu.
Three feet of autumn water, untouched by dust,
Unparalleled in the world!"
Ye Feng suddenly formed a sword with his right hand and pointed at his forehead. His figure stood alone in the wind, as if he was standing on a lonely mountain peak. He had a proud and arrogant demeanor.
He stood like a tripod with Feng Qingyang's calm aura.
Why did they need to compete in the way of the sword?
It's not that I don't want to compete, but if I compete, who in the world can compete with me?
Swordsmen had their own strengths, this was never empty talk.
Therefore, every swordsman who had entered the path of the sword had a proud and arrogant aura.
Ye Gucheng was like this, and Ximen Chuixue was like this.
Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan were the same.
Feng Qingyang was the same now.
The aura of swordsmen who had entered the Dao was either light or sharp, but the arrogance and arrogance in their bones were the same.
Feng Qingyang's eyes were filled with splendor, and he was so shocked that he could not speak. He had been learning the sword for decades, and it was only today that he had finally figured out the truth of the sword path and proved his own path. Who would have thought that a teenager could actually be on par with him?
In fact, his comprehension of the sword path was even deeper than his. After all, he had borrowed his enlightenment to enter this realm.
"Can we discuss the sword path and prove what we have learned?”Feng Qingyang couldn't care less about the people Ye Feng had invited. He couldn't wait to experience Ye Feng's swordsmanship.
"Why not?" Ye Feng had invited them to verify what they had learned. It did not matter if they were one step ahead or one step behind. Moreover, Feng Qingyang's actions today had indeed surprised him.
In the beginning, Ye Feng did not think that Feng Qingyang could be his opponent because Feng Qingyang, who had already abandoned his sword, had lost the qualification to prove his sword art on equal footing with him.
Even though Feng Qingyang had the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords that could break all martial arts in the world, Ye Feng still did not put him in his eyes.
If a swordsman wasn't loyal to the sword, then he wasn't worthy of being called a sword.
This was Ye Feng's persistence as a swordsman. The sword was supreme, and the gods were supreme. How could he allow mortals who did not respect him to blaspheme his noble dignity?
Ye Feng loved the sword more than his life.
Hence, Ye Feng did not approve of Feng Qingyang at first.
The reason why he was invited was because Feng Qingyang had the Lone Nine Swords. A swordsman who valued the way of the sword more than his own life. Since he knew the whereabouts of a top sword technique, how could he let it go so easily?
Furthermore, it was the Nine Beyond the Swords, a sword technique that could break through all martial arts in the world.
Ye Feng and Feng Qingyang sat on the ground. Their eyes met, and the divine light in their eyes flickered, as if the two of them were fighting in their minds.
"What is a sword?" Ye Feng asked solemnly.
Feng Qingyang had a devout expression on his face, he was more serious than ever,""The sword is me. I am not the sword."
"How is it formed?" Ye Feng asked.
"After decades of hard work, a spark of inspiration appeared in my heart.”
"What's the use?" Ye Feng asked.
"The cold light is three feet long and can compete with the heroes of the world.”
A proud and confident spirit surged in Feng Qingyang's chest, and he had to say it out loud. How many years had it been? Ever since he defeated all the heroes in the martial world with a single sword strike, he had never felt this kind of hot-blooded feeling.
There was only loneliness, silent loneliness.
It was as if it had penetrated deep into his soul and bone marrow.
His sword was stained with dust and shackled. Everyone thought that he had retired from the martial world because of the defeat of the Guilt Sword Sect, but who knew that guilt was only a small part of it.
Retreating from the martial world was guilt, but it was more of helplessness and loneliness.
The cold light was three feet long, and it was hard to find an opponent. Since no one can make me draw my sword, what's the use of keeping this sword? It's better to forget, it's better to forget.
Ye Feng seemed to see the loneliness and helplessness hidden in Feng Qingyang's bones for decades from his eyes.
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