"Ah…"
“.. Ah..."
Even Ouyang Feng, who was knowledgeable and experienced in fighting, could not react in time when faced with the overwhelming sword qi. His already ragged clothes were added with a few sword marks by the sword qi.
Ouyang Feng shouted as he jumped and dodged. He looked flustered, but he was orderly. As a grandmaster, he could not use his full strength because his mind was damaged, but his body's instinct allowed him to avoid vital points.
"Caw caw…"
Suddenly, Ouyang Feng was sent flying in the air. After a flip, he quickly landed on the ground. His cheeks were puffed up, and he sounded like a toad.
Lying on the ground, Ouyang Feng's messy hair danced wildly. His aura condensed and burst forth, sweeping away the dust and fallen leaves around him.
"Croak!"
An ear-piercing frog cry shook his mind. Ouyang Feng stomped on the ground, and two huge pits were directly blasted out. His body was like an arrow that had left the bow, extremely fast.
"Toad Technique."
Song Ye's expression was solemn. The true qi in his entire body pulsed. For the first time, he used his full strength.
The sword qi cultivated by the Myriad Returning Swords circulated rapidly. It was no longer countless sword qi bursting out, but condensed in front of him, forming a huge sword qi with a terrifying aura.
With a flick of his sword finger, the huge sword Qi condensed and formed directly towards Ouyang Feng, who was flying up.
"Boom!"
The sword Qi and Ouyang Feng, who was using the Toad Technique, clashed. Under the collision of true energy, a loud sound rang out. The surrounding soil on the ground was directly swept in all directions, causing potholes to appear.
Dust enveloped Ouyang Feng's surroundings, making it impossible for others to see what was going on. In the next moment, the dust was forcefully torn apart. Ouyang Feng's figure leaped out and pounced straight at Song Ye. His momentum was still terrifying.
Song Ye's expression turned serious. He had already activated the heart technique of the sword charging at the crippled acupoints. Without waiting for Ouyang Feng to get close, he took the initiative to meet him.
"Bang!"
As the two palms came into contact, Song Ye felt a surge of true qi surging through his meridians under the effect of the sword rushing through the wasted acupoints to absorb true qi.
He didn't have time to think and used this true qi as his own. He used the sixth form of the Wind God's Legs, the Wind God's Roar.
He raised his right leg as fast as lightning and kicked Ouyang Feng's chest with his own Genuine Qi.
"Pfft…"
Ouyang Feng grunted, and blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. His body flew backward, and a trace of clarity flashed across his turbid eyes, which instantly returned to their turbid state.
After landing, before he could stand firm, he shouted and retreated. In an instant, he disappeared into the forest.
Song Ye took a step forward and was about to chase after Ouyang Feng when he saw him leaving. However, he felt that his body was empty and could no longer support him in killing his opponent. In fact, the meridians in his body were still a little swollen because he had absorbed too much True Qi.
"As expected of a Grandmaster."
Song Ye sighed. He knew that with his current situation, he could not catch up even if he wanted to.
"You... Are you alright?"
Xiao Longnu walked over. Her voice was still cold, but there was a hint of concern in her tone.
Sensing that Song Ye's aura was a little dispirited, and was far from the exuberant spirit he had when he was sparring with her, Xiao Longnu turned around and said coldly,"
"I'll go kill him."
His tone was calm, without any killing intent mixed in, but it was very cold.
"No need, Miss Long."
Song Ye grabbed Xiao Longnu's wrist. The cold touch was revealed under the gauze dress, and he could vaguely feel a trace of tenderness.
"Alright."
Xiao Longnu's eyes flashed, and her expression fluctuated. She nodded and said,"
"Go to the tomb and rest."
If these words were spoken in modern times, they would probably be interpreted as something like going to my house for a glass of water.
Thank you, Miss Long."
Song Ye replied happily.
Xiao Longnu's hand was still on her wrist. The latter seemed to have forgotten that her wrist was being pulled by a man. The two of them walked into the tomb.
The terrain of the tomb was complicated and full of traps. Without someone familiar with the terrain leading the way, they would either get lost or be trapped by the traps.
Under Xiao Longnu's guidance, Song Ye saw a treasure in the ancient tomb, the Frost Jade Bed.
"This is a cold jade bed left behind by my grandmaster's grandmother. It's very helpful for cultivating internal energy.”
Xiao Longnu pointed at the cold jade bed and said softly,"
"Let me go."
"Oh."
Song Ye pretended to be enlightened. He released Xiao Longnu's wrist and pointed to a rope hanging in the air beside the ice bed. He asked,
"What is this rope for?"
"This is where I sleep."
Xiao Longnu placed her left hand behind her back as she walked to the rope and explained.
As if afraid that Song Ye wouldn't understand, Xiao Longnu jumped up and landed steadily on the rope without any ripples. She swept her right leg and crossed the rope in a standard split. Then, she swept her left leg and assumed a posture of lying on the rope. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
Sleeping alone on the rope was not a problem. Xiao Longnu was probably used to it, but Song Ye still felt that he had to correct her habit in the future.
After all, although both of them had extraordinary martial arts and could easily perform some difficult movements, there were some things that couldn't be performed on ropes. They needed a wide space.
However, this would have to wait.
After a complete demonstration, Xiao Longnu landed and said,"
"Quickly go and rest. We'll continue our sword competition later.”
Under Xiao Longnu's watchful gaze, Song Ye flipped over and landed on the ice jade bed. He immediately felt an extremely cold aura from the bottom to the top, bone-chilling.
As a result, the true qi in his body automatically circulated to deal with this external cold qi.
After personally experiencing the effect of the Frost Jade Bed on internal energy cultivation, Song Ye understood why Xiao Longnu could have such cultivation at such a young age.
This Icy Jade Bed was indeed a treasure. One year of cultivation was equivalent to ten years.
As he adjusted his breathing and cultivated, recovering his zhenqi and repairing his damaged meridians, Song Ye's gaze fell on Xiao Longnu. His face was filled with helplessness.
"Miss Long, I'm afraid today is the last time we'll have a sword competition.”
"Ah?"
Xiao Longnu exclaimed and asked anxiously,"
"Why?"
"I originally thought that my martial arts were already quite outstanding. The experience just now made me realize that there's always someone better than me. I have to go to the Jianghu to train and find divine techniques to cultivate and improve myself.”
Song Ye's face was full of regret. He looked deeply at Xiao Longnu and continued,
"Otherwise, if we meet someone like that again, we won't be able to deal with them.”
"We can cultivate here too.”
Xiao Longnu walked to the side of the cold jade bed and said,"
"In the future, you can come to the ancient tomb and use the Icy Jade Bed to cultivate.”
"This is too slow, Miss Long."
Song Ye shook his head.
"That person was beaten back by me just now. I'm afraid he already holds a grudge against me. If I stay here, he might come looking for me and disturb Miss Long's cultivation.”
Hearing the reason why Song Ye wanted to leave, Xiao Longnu felt hatred for someone for the first time. If it wasn't for that person, this man who was training with her wouldn't have thought of leaving.
"If he comes again, we'll kill him together.”
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