Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 485 Water Sword
Everyone recognized the Taoist robe with a calm expression.

A little cinnabar, a long sword, he was still so unbreakable. Everyone remembered how he paced on the sword stage of the Southern Kingdom Martial Arts Competition a few months ago, making his opponents despair. However, when his name was most enthusiastically spread in the capital, he entered the Sword Academy and never showed up again.

Today, he still has the demeanor of a hermit from a fairy mountain, with Qingwei thunder magic and Tai Chi sword skills. No one thinks that Xuanmen, which has been suppressed by Tong Shilu, can be defeated by Ba Sheng unless this person is called Yan Feiqing.

Hefu is ranked ninth and is originally the most advanced meridian realm in the world.

But almost no one recognized the young man who walked out afterwards.

It was a very unfamiliar face and a very unfamiliar figure. Only a few people recognized him.

"Is that Peiye?"

A murmur came from the Luhua Terrace, but no one answered. Of course, the Imperial College students all recognized him, and the next moment many people almost thought of the purpose of his appearance here in disbelief.

——"I said I was going to run the Taiping Cao Gang. It wouldn't survive the tenth day."

The slender figure on the Maple Shadow Terrace, who was lazily leaning on the railing, straightened up, looked at the lake and whispered, "Yan Feiqing"

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"That's Yan Feiqing." She turned her head and looked at Changsun Jue with sparkling eyes. "I told you, he is one of the most gifted swordsmen of our time. You saw the sword he struck just now, it was so natural and perfect. Looking across the entire Shenjing, you can only see such a perfect sword in the hands of Yan Feiqing!"

However, Chang Sun Jue did not reply, but leaned on the railing and murmured, "Pei Ye."

"What is Peiye?" Cui Zhaoye frowned, "Did you really have someone give you a drug that could make you ecstasy?"

"That person is Pei Ye!" Chang Sun Jue pointed with a pair of bright eyes, "That's the one I told you about, the one behind Yan Feiqing!"

Cui Zhaoye raised his eyebrows and turned to look.

The entire South Bank was indeed in a slight commotion after a moment of silence.

Everything was done in just one breath.

The bustling buildings, the white-robed master flying down, the powerful Taiping Cao Gang, all this prosperity came to an abrupt end in an instant.

The cold air of the rainy night was so sharp that it forced everyone's eyes. This was not acting. The elegant second leader of the Taiping Cao Gang was killed unexpectedly before everyone else. From the moment he received the first thunderbolt, he quickly slid into death without any chance to resist.

The rising momentum of the Taiping Cao Gang came to a halt at this moment. The young man on the lake stepped forward, and on the Feijing Tower, several figures also slowly stood up.

Behind Qiu Tianyu, three hall masters and seven or eight helmsmen all held their weapons.

A sturdy and upright figure also stood up from the roof. Before he performed this action, people had never even noticed that in the darkness on the roof of Feijing Building, there was a young, shirtless man sitting.

The third leader, [The Picker] Ji Xionghu. If Si Lianwen relied on seniority and scheming to get to the top, Ji Xionghu relied on only one thing: fighting.

Since joining Taipingcao six years ago, this fierce man has never stopped using his fists, from a small soldier to a leader, from a leader to a helmsman, until he was entrusted with the position of leader with his iron fists. In recent years, Qiu Tianyu has almost stopped fighting, but Taipingcao has never lost those bloody businesses, nor has it lost the slightest deterrent power, precisely because of this third leader who makes the Shenjing gangs tremble with fear.

Some people say that he has half the blood of barbarians in his body, and he can kill people of three lives with his bare hands without using his true energy; some people say that he is born half evil, so he can tear limbs apart, dig out hearts and lungs, and almost never leave a whole body. Regardless of what the saying is, the bloody path he has waded through is real, and many so-called disciples of famous sects are just another corpse in front of him.

Now he was the first to jump down, and for a moment, countless people mistakenly thought that he and Si Lianwen were in two different realms.

The terrifying speed caused a hole to suddenly explode in the rain curtain. The man was bare-chested in the cold rain. As his true essence gathered, his hands and forearms gradually turned iron-colored. Then, a lava-like web pattern crackled on it, as if an iron furnace had been heated to a red-hot level within a breath or two. The rain hitting it stirred up a crackling white mist.

[Weapon Forging Hand], Ji Xionghu had no sword or knife, and had been fighting with his bare chest until the two years of Taipingcao. On the day he stepped into the Xuanmen, Dalongtou found this mysterious art for him.

The three hall masters followed closely behind, each drawing a sword. It took more than seven lifetimes to be able to walk on the lake as if it were flat ground. At this time, more than ten figures flying down from the roof were all famous figures in Taipingcao.

Xie Chuantang said that the entire Taiping Cao Gang was here. Now, after one of the teeth of this behemoth was suddenly pulled out, it indeed revealed a terrifying figure.

It really requires two Xuanmen and five hundred soldiers to pacify it.

".It seems that he is really a student of the Sword Academy." Cui Zhaoye looked at the lake and said, "Otherwise, there would be no way to know Yan Feiqing. This Xuanmen is very strong. Yan Feiqing is going to use his sword again. Let's see, it must be so perfect again."

“Isn’t perfection good enough?”

".I can't tell you, such a perfect sword is fascinating. I know that Qingwei Taoism may not produce a Yan Feiqing in a hundred years." Cui Zhaoye looked at the lake in the distance, "But if a person always uses such a perfect sword, don't you think he is like a rubbing machine?"

"how could be?"

".never mind."

"Why don't you take a look at Pei Ye?" Chang Sun Jue hesitated and suggested, "He might be very powerful." Cui Zhaoye smiled helplessly: "I wonder what he can do--"

Yet she could see.

A black-robed master like Ji Xionghu came through the air, followed by seven or eight cultivators of the upper second realm. But the one who came forward was not Yan Feiqing.

The Taoist with a vermilion forehead closed his eyes quietly and drew his sword, while the young man stepped forward.

Ji Xionghu's eyes were red, and fierce smoke rose from his arms, like a fire demon, while the boy was very cold from face to body. Ji Xionghu locked his eyes on him, and his body shot out with a punch. The overwhelming force not only blew apart the rain curtain in an instant, but also forced open the boy's forehead and clothes.

In an instant, Changsun Jue understood what Cui Zhaoye meant by "choice".

A perfect and natural swordsman like Yan Feiqing would not be able to use such a combination of sword moves.

Faced with a punch that was powerful enough to break his skull, Pei Ye did not use [Eat Leaves], did not use [Yu Lao], did not use [Yun Han], and did not use any sword styles to dissolve or defend.

He suddenly released a decisive [Snow Collapse]!
Two forces that were enough to tear him apart suddenly collided and exploded, with a power far greater than that of a simple attack from Ji Xionghu.

This was a nearly suicidal sword move, and of course his own sword style was instantly destroyed. Then, in such a violent and frenzied torrent, the sword that should have been out of control actually cut out a graceful arc according to his will.

It's as incredible as shaking a thin thread straight in the wind.

Then the young man let go of the sword that had lost control, and his body disappeared in an instant like a thin thread that had slipped out of his hand in the strong wind.

It seemed as if he was not holding the sword, but the sword was holding his body.

The sword of [Floating Wind] naturally moves faster when the wind is stronger. However, some swordsmen will not be torn apart no matter how violent the wind is.

In an instant, the two of them passed each other cheek to cheek, and Ji Xionghu only had time to turn his pupils away.

The young man's face remained cold and calm, as if such a life-and-death moment was commonplace. Then he opened his fingers while flying, with nothing in his hands, but a sword made of rain fell into his palm.

It is unimaginable to control the out-of-body true qi, and what is even more unimaginable is that the sword intent is really condensed in this rain!

Just as Ji Xionghu was unable to react, the head of the Nan Hall, "Nanheng" Cao Yu, who was following closely behind him, was also caught off guard by such a sudden change.

This thirty-year-old hall master is the backbone of the Taiping Cao Gang's brightest future. After breaking through the Eight Lives some time ago, he replaced the old hall master as the "Nanheng" position. In terms of fighting experience, he is indeed not outstanding.

Now he has just drawn his sword.

The young man staggered three steps, his body like a cripple, and the rain sword in his hand touched the horizontal sword.

In an instant, the rain sword completely exploded, and what flew out were not water droplets, but sharp sword blades, cutting neat slits in Cao Yu's clothes, but even more powerful force had already been exerted on his sword.

His arm shook and his sword energy collapsed, but Ba Sheng's Qi blockade was still able to destroy him with ease. In an instant, Cao Yu felt as if he was hit head-on by a huge force, and his body was completely out of control.

The weak and powerless young man opposite him looked at him coldly and said softly: "Carry a new corpse."

The [Mountain Feather] flying in the rain seemed to have really turned into a spiritual green bird. The green light flashed very lightly and quickly, like the fine flowing light on the grass. There was a bright red blood line on Cao Yu's neck.

Then the blue bird fell into the boy's hand and tied him again.

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On the Maple Shadow Stage, Cui Zhaoye stared at the center of the lake motionlessly. The swords he had seen in the Sword Training Academy a few days ago flashed through his mind: Zhang Chao, Wen Li, Ning Shuhong, Wang Shousi, Wen Zheng, Han Xiuben, Chu Shuiting, and even Zuoqiu Longhua and Yang Zhenbing. Suddenly, they were all covered with a layer of gray.

Chang Sun Jue had no idea how this happened, and was a little worried about that acquaintance. He frowned and turned his head to ask for help from the girl next to him, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed first.

"What's his name?" Cui Zhaoye looked at her in surprise.

".Pei Ye." Chang Sun Jue looked at her blankly. This close friend had a dazed look on his face.

".Grandson." Cui Zhaoye said softly.

"Ok?"

"How can there be such a swordsman in this world?"

(End of this chapter)