The sword qi soared into the sky like a silver bolt of lightning.
Feng Qing Yang saw that Tang Tian's strength was extraordinary and naturally did not dare to underestimate him at all. The moment he attacked, he used the Sword-breaking Form of the Nine Beyond Swords.
The Sword-Breaking Style was said to be able to break through all sword techniques in the world, and it had its own unique and exquisite features.
Moreover, the person who had attacked was Feng Qing Yang. This person had been in seclusion on Mount Hua for more than ten years and had been cultivating with great concentration. This sword technique was even more exquisite than when he had dominated the martial arts world back then. He had already grasped the essence of it.
The moment the Sword-breaking Form was used, the sword light was awe-inspiring.
The sword in Feng Qing Yang's hand seemed to have a spirit of its own as it split into two, two, and four in the air. It seemed as though there were countless swords, yet it also seemed as though there was only one sword.
It was a strange feeling.
Tang Tian felt that no matter which angle he attacked from, the other party would be able to predict the changes and block the sword move, breaking it further.
Nine Swords Beyond the Swords was indeed extraordinary!
However, so what if you predicted the trajectory of my sword?
The Azure Essence Sword Art had never been a sword art that was famous for its exquisite moves, but for suppressing others with its power.
If you want to break my sword qi, let's see if you have the ability!
With a cold laugh, Tang Tian shook his wrist and simply abandoned the so-called sword move. He directly slashed down.
Sword Qi!
The crisp clanging sounds continued, and sparks exploded in the air.
Feng Qing Yang cried out in shock as the long sword in his hand buzzed and vibrated. He had not expected Tang Tian's sword technique to be so simple and crude. He did not use any sword techniques at all and directly used it to suppress his opponent.
In this way, no matter how exquisite his Sword-Breaking Style was, it would be useless.
More than ten consecutive swords sealed the air, barely blocking Tang Tian's sword.
This time, Feng Qing Yang's expression changed completely.
With his strength, he attacked first, but he could not do anything to Tang Tian. Instead, the other party's casual sword qi actually allowed him to block more than ten swords in a row.
This difference in strength was simply too great!
"What kind of monster is this kid? I've been obsessed with the way of the sword for decades, but I can't even compare to the power of his sword?”
Feng Qing Yang's heart was filled with shock and anger, but he did not hesitate at all. Sword light flashed as he attacked again.
"The second move."
Tang Tian smiled slightly. Sword Qi swept across. It was still an ordinary sword move, but its power was even stronger than the previous one.
Feng Qing Yang executed the many transformations of the Nine Beyond Swords in succession. After expending tremendous effort, he finally broke through the blockade of this sword qi.
"He's getting close! Let's see what else you have this time!"
Feng Qing Yang's eyes gleamed. At this moment, he already understood in his heart that the gap between his strength and Tang Tian's was not small. It was impossible for him to defeat Tang Tian openly.
His only hope now was that Tang Tian had boasted that he would win as long as he forced him back half a step within three moves.
Although this was an unfair victory and would damage his reputation as a sword grandmaster, for the sake of the Huashan Sect's dignity and face, personal honor was nothing.
At the thought of this, Feng Qing Yang's sword technique suddenly changed. He no longer clashed with Tang Tian's sword qi, but instead, he directly enveloped the four fatal acupoints around his body.
This stance was very obvious. Even if he had to take Tang Tian's sword head-on, he would force him to retreat.
Because once these four major acupoints were pierced, even if one had great ability, they would die without a doubt. Tang Tian could only retreat!
"You want to use this method to force me back? Naive!"
Tang Tian saw through Feng Qing Yang's intentions with a single glance. Thus, at the same time as he struck out with his sword, his left hand gathered a surge of True Qi. With the Yijin Jing and Eternal Youth Arts, his thick inner qi directly condensed into a pair of True Qi gloves on his palm.
The power of the True Dragon erupted.
Pfft--
Feng Qing Yang did not care, allowing Tang Tian's Sword Qi to pierce through his shoulder. He then flew closer with his sword, pointing it at his throat.
However, a large hand that was flickering with light suddenly slapped out in the air. It was like the sharp claws of a real dragon, grabbing at the void.
Crack!
The tip of Feng Qing Yang's sword stabbed into the palm, but it was unable to injure it in the slightest. Most of the force was offset by his True Qi. Just as he was about to exert more force, Tang Tian suddenly twisted his sword, turning it into a fried dough twist, becoming scrap metal.
A terrifying force bounced back along the sword, causing Feng Qing Yang to spit out blood and fly backwards.
First, he gritted his teeth and endured the sword Qi penetrating his body. Now, his lungs were injured by the power of a punch. Under the continuous heavy injuries, the true energy in his body was already chaotic, and his organs were ruptured. It seemed that he would not survive.
On the other hand, Tang Tian did not even take half a step back from the beginning.
Such strength made everyone present shudder.
He was too strong, even Feng Qing Yang was not his match at all. Under his full strength, he was not even forced back half a step.
How could there be such a powerful existence in the world?
In the eyes of the Huashan disciples, Tang Tian was like a god. Perhaps it was not a humiliation for the Huashan Sect to submit to him, but a rare opportunity?
Thinking this way, the vast majority of the Huashan disciples somewhat understood Yue Buqun's painstaking efforts, and each and every one of them put down the weapons in their hands.
"Thirty years ago, I was fortunate enough to receive Senior Dugu's guidance and learn the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords. I've been painstakingly cultivating for thirty years and thought that I was already standing at the peak of swordsmanship. Only today did I realize that I was just a frog in a well. To be able to die in your hands, Feng Qingyang has no regrets…"
After landing on the ground, although Feng Qing Yang could still stand normally, his internal organs and meridians had already been shattered.
Actually, with his cultivation, if he was willing to recuperate, he might still be able to survive.
However, to be defeated so miserably in front of so many people, Feng Qing Yang's pride and conviction had been shattered at this moment. As the saying goes, there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
Therefore, he gave up his last chance to survive. He only sighed and closed his eyes peacefully.
Looking at Feng Qing Yang's corpse, Tang Tian's gaze was calm. This person still had some strength of character. However, since he wanted to be his enemy, then he had only himself to blame for ending up like this.
With a thought, the Soul-sucking Bottle flew out and absorbed the souls of Feng Qing Yang, Feng Buping, and Cheng Buyou, refining them to restore the sword techniques and martial arts they cultivated.
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