Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 534: Sword Immortal

Not only Jiang Yin'er was stunned, but everyone's eyes were actually drawn to her for a moment.

A young man in a green costume holding a majestic and beautiful sword walked forward step by step. He raised his hand and took off the costume mask, revealing an almost unfamiliar... and very young face.

There was no room for misunderstanding. He had just looked at the previous generation sword master who had surpassed everyone else and asked, "Are you good at using a sword?"

Of course, there was a moment of silence on the field. He Jiu tilted his head, put down the wine pot, made a sword flower, and said with a lazy smile: "Who are you? Do you want to perform sword fighting with me?"

Without answering, the young man raised his hand and an extremely bright sword light flashed.

A man in green flashed by, and an almost piercing sword whistling rose into the sky in an instant. Jiang Yin'er's eyes narrowed, and her hair was flying. The sword whistled past her side, and the next moment the sharp clanging of metal resounded throughout the banquet hall.

The young man's sword was for cutting, and He Jiu's sword was for sealing. The two swords seemed to be cast together, and the lights went out at once.

The pause at this moment actually lasted only half a breath, but in an instant the entire place was filled with... a deathly silence.

There is no "Seven-Step Sword Control".

Everyone who knows swords can see it.

Just in the first sword when they met... You can say that he crushed this trick with one sword, or you can say that He Jiu realized in an instant that he could not use this kind of hidden sword to deal with him... In short, the so-called bracelet was broken with one sword, and the cloud pattern appeared on He Jiu's sword in an instant!

There were no test questions, and the person he faced directly was He Ju himself!

“…Who is this person?!”

In fact, not everyone is completely unfamiliar with this figure.

Chu Shuiting from the Sword Academy, Xu Menglang who was still sitting in the corner in a daze, Cui Zhaoye whose eyes were brighter now in the bright candlelight... Even apart from these people, some people who were paying attention to the martial arts world in Shenjing had heard about the destruction of the Taiping Cao Gang overnight, or read the sword review in "Chang'an Sword Affairs". Others had seen the list of guests tonight, especially the ladies, who loved to gather together to guess the mask, and as long as they counted a pair, the name and the mask were easily put together.

But almost no one has ever seen his sword.

"The guest is Pei Ye, 17 years old, a casual cultivator, a swordsman."

This brief account alone would not attract anyone's attention.

Just as Lu Xiu knew, there were always a few talented but uneducated people who came to Huanlou every time. They would stay on the edge of the banquet and not attract attention, and only put in their best efforts when testing swords and composing poems. This could indeed be something refreshing.

This time, even for someone like Chu Shuiting who already knew that he had first-class talent in the Sword Training Academy, it was still too shocking.

"...It's called Pei Ye." The man was stunned for a moment, then turned to Ning Chaolie, who blurted out the answer. The Taoist master was almost losing his composure, "We are from the Sword Cultivation Academy, and we have Yun Lang's recommendation book."

Chen Quan's eyes, which were drooping like snakes, now emitted a sharp light, and the gaze from the man on the high platform seemed to be more solid.

There was a sudden burst of surprise in He Jiu's eyes, and the smell of alcohol was almost swept away from him. He seemed to hear the whispers of the spectators and smiled: "Pei Ye, right? Take the sword!"

The two men simultaneously chose to tilt their swords slantingly - He Ju slanted westward for half a quarter, Pei Ye slanted eastward for two quarters, and the two swords passed by each other like musical instruments.

He Ju's long sword went down and stabbed Pei Ye's knee first. Pei Ye moved to the side and the sword also moved forward with him.

Then He Jiu's sword naturally went from below to behind his back, and then went up. His body moved with the sword, without disturbing the smoothness of the sword's momentum. He stepped back and turned around, just avoiding the young man's sword... This movement was as beautiful as a dancer in the fairy palace, like scooping up a gentle crescent moon from the water.

Then when I came out of the water...the sudden brightness chilled my heart!

He Jiu suddenly turned his wrist and twisted his body, and the sword moved back and forth like a half moon, and then he sent it forward at the straight tangent line.

【Sword Back Style】

Even though it is not the most basic sword move, it is a move that everyone who carries a sword in the world is familiar with. The foundation of sword theory is to transform the virtual into the real, and the change of sword force is like water melting ice... Its core essence is to never let the enemy see your intention before making a move.

Everyone should know this sword. For advanced swordsmen, this is already a beginner's trick.

However, now this sword in He Ju's hand seemed to have been reborn. Before it exploded at this moment, countless swordsmen on the field who had already delved deeply into the sword of intention... not a single one of them reacted.

…But the boy reacted.

Not only did he react, but he also saw through He Ju's intention earlier. The sharp sword light pierced his throat in an instant, but Pei Ye had already tilted his head and blocked the sword, and then took another step sideways and crashed into He Ju's empty door.

The two pairs of eyes met for a moment, and then an equally sharp sword light rose from the chest and abdomen of the two men.

Since the two swords were separated, He Ju's sword covered the bottom, top, left and right, and the flexibility of his moves shocked the audience, with the sword and the man far apart; Pei Ye's sword started from above and only lingered above the chest and abdomen, unloading the sword, blocking the sword, and cutting the sword, as if the sword and the man were stuck together.

So after receiving the sword's return move, the two were already within two steps of each other... It seemed that he had been waiting for this moment from the very beginning.

Pei Ye held the sword with his backhand, and the sword principles were applied in a forward and backward manner. He drew his sword and cut the throat like a dragonfly touching the water. It was a move that seemed to appear out of nothing. [Sword Raising Style]

At this moment, Pei Ye's attack only required half of the sword to be turned, while He Ju's defense required the entire sword to be turned. Being slow - even a little bit slower - was the most unacceptable disadvantage in chess and swordplay.

Perhaps when facing other swordsmen, He Ju had countless ways to deal with them, but at this moment, he only chose to take a step back so that his sword could catch up with the young man's sword.

The sword reflected two pairs of eyes, one pair was bright and excited, the other pair was deep and calm.

"Can he still... walk seven steps like this?" Ning Chaolie murmured.

No one answered.

This is a fantasy - this is certainly not the "Seven-Step Sword Control". Just as He Ju defeated Jiang Yin'er with the eighth move just now, now he can use five, ten, or a hundred moves in one step. He can change his steps and moves at will, and does not have to follow the rule of one step per round... There are no restrictions on this little sword fairy now.

But...the seven-step rule is still there.

Anyone who is better than the ancient sages in art will be given a promise on the spot.

If this young man can really win in this manner... who can refuse his request?

Xu Menglang seemed to have just realized the situation of the battle at this moment, and stood up in a daze, holding the table. He didn't know much about swords, but at least he could understand the situation and atmosphere... He couldn't help but smile on his pale face.

The fact that the young man possessed such a unique skill gave him an inexplicable joy from the bottom of his heart, even though the poet, who was accustomed to capturing subtle emotions, could not figure out where it came from.

Lu Xiu had another indifferent attitude, while the other person on the field who tilted his head strangely was Yu Ziliang who was carrying a small snake.

He caught the familiar name "Pei Ye" and took some effort to remember it. He looked up and thought about it, then turned back and carefully glanced at the man in black who was leaning against the pillar.

However, he felt that he was open-minded. Since this person had reached such a position, he was willing to give him some praise, so he also raised his hand and clapped his hands.

And in the silence of the moment, only four breaths of time had passed.

The exclamation rang out again.

This time it was truly exquisite swordsmanship.

Anyone could see how serious and excited He Ju was at this moment. The dazzling sword light was completely different from what it was just now. Many people had read in books that "Before he was thirty, he had already mastered all the swordsmanship in the world", but now they saw it with their own eyes in disbelief.

There was no Cangjian Tower back then, but this young swordsman was like someone who had spent ten years in Cangjian Tower. He could easily master various sword techniques from all kinds of sects, and from all over the world. He could even take apart a few moves to combine and connect them together... It was hard to say that he had any particularly core sword techniques, but he also had no sword techniques that were just for show.

There is a simple and rough conclusion in Kendo. Although the more swords you learn, the better you will fight, the more swords you can control freely, the higher your talent will be.

He Jiu pursed his lips into a line, and the sword in his hand flashed dazzling, colorful, exquisite, and murderous.

If He Ju's sword is shocking to all those who wear it, then Pei Ye's sword only gives people a sense of mystery.

The number of sword skills he knows must not be as many as He Jue, and it can even be said that they are only a handful. Within two breaths, he had seen the same sword skills.

But everyone now understood why He Ju gave up the "Seven-Step Sword Control" at the first sword, because in this matter... the young man might even be slightly better than him.

He couldn't be sure of what would happen after the seven moves, as he still lacked a lot of practice and experience, but his keen intuition and ability to see the essence of the sword were the biggest nemesis of the "Seven-Step Sword Control".

Bracelets of varying sizes kept appearing and disappearing during the sword fight between the two men. An obvious trend was that He Ju was firmly on top of the young man. He always attacked more than he defended, constantly seizing the initiative with new sword skills, and repeatedly putting the young man in danger with his subtle changes... but he could never stab him.

This green figure was like a flower in the wind, swaying and twirling, but never withering and falling. He seemed to be familiar with... or rather familiar with such an opponent with hundreds of swords, and he was even able to handle it with ease.

At the same time, the sword in his hand has a kind of breathtaking charm that cannot be described by the word "magical". He almost treats the sword and his life as a pen to wield at will. The entire chessboard is full of traces of his wild imagination.

"...Is the person you bring so powerful?" The noble lady next to him leaned towards Cui Zhaoye and whispered, her eyes turning slightly, and it was unknown what she wanted to say.

Cui Zhaoye held his chin with his hands and looked at the field, his cheeks flushed as if he had drunk alcohol. He glanced at her with his watery eyes, but it seemed that he no longer wanted to talk.

However, it was a situation that was thrilling and extremely tense.

Every tiny mistake could mean the difference between victory and defeat, and more importantly...it was obvious that this wouldn't last much longer.

He Ju is of course still the same He Ju, and his name is still engraved in the history of kendo. After all, the young man still has limited attainments.

Even after only a few breaths of fighting, He Ju had figured out some of the boy's habits to a considerable extent, and every time the sword appeared in front of him, it became thinner.

Of course, the amount of sword skills that He Jue had learned was also rapidly consumed, but there was no end in sight before Pei Ye himself was fully understood.

Everyone's nerves were tense, but the young man just pursed his lips. In the increasingly worsening battle situation, he still firmly and incredibly moved forward three steps.

When he took the fifth step, the last support finally collapsed. When [Piao Hui Feng] appeared again, He Jiu appeared with him in the same wind like a ghost. Pei Ye had never encountered such a situation since he learned this move. It can even be said that except for the time underwater, this move has never failed.

But now I have met him after all.

The young swordsman's eyes were still as bright as before, his tightly pursed lips formed a smile, and the sword in his hand thrust out with a fierce roar.

We are already in the [Returning Wind] together. No matter how the wind direction changes, we are still together. How can you dodge this sword?

Pei Ye did not change the wind.

He caught the sword in the sound of wind, and the sword bounced up lightly... turning himself into a ball of willow catkins.

Poplar Flowers

It was another amazing sword among swords. He had obviously reached his limit - this sword might be perfect in the eyes of others, but He Ju clearly saw a hint of sluggishness.

There will be no fakery in such a fight, because if you treat the other party as a fool, then you are the real fool.

He Ju was indeed still at ease. He followed up with his sword with a smile. The force of his sword was more dispersed than the previous one, but also more powerful, enough to capture the floating willow flower.

Then, when the two swords touched, the light white poplar fluff suddenly opened up, became solid, and was stained with light pink... In an instant, the clear and bright sword light filled his vision, and the scattered sword force was broken in an instant. He Jiu turned his sword and retreated, eliminating this sudden counterattack.

"Peach Blossom"

After the February poplar flowers, the peach blossoms bloom in March and April. The connection between the two swords can be described as natural and seamless. Pei Ye's flaw after approaching the limit is real, but the sword he hides is also real.

Pei Ye held the sword lightly horizontally, as if holding two light flowers, one white and one pink, on the sword, and took the fifth step.

The cheers from the banquet hall did reach my ears at this moment, but in just a moment, the ground rose thousands of feet high, the red building disappeared, and the sun, moon and stars suddenly circled around me... [Tianlan].

The sword of will pressed down without stopping.

In the vast sky, the young man with only one sword was like a boat in danger. He Ju had never imposed such intensity on anyone before. At this moment, he really wanted to defeat this young man!

Many people tensed up at this moment, including the swordsman poets... Several swordsmen didn't mind him fighting for a higher reputation, the strong get what they want is a simple truth among cultivators. And in front of the dignitaries in the capital... the cultivators in the rivers and lakes are actually the same group.

They wanted him to take the sixth step... or even the seventh step.

Of course everyone knew that this was a slim hope. Chu Shuiting had reached the fifth step, and Chen Quan had stepped into the seventh step. This was definitely not a matter of two steps. On the one hand, as the fight progressed, He Jiu's insight into you was growing like a demon, and the young man was obviously becoming more and more transparent in front of him. On the other hand... everyone could see that this was a chess and sword game from low to high.

From "clumsy", to "smart", and then to "intention"... For swordsmen who have less years of sword training, the higher the sword, the less time they will have to touch it.

...Maybe it will end with this move [Tianlan].

It encompasses everything, and the indescribable vastness and loftiness fills your mind in an instant, almost enough to make you forget everything... This is definitely a sword of will that at least stands at the top of [Wonders].

The battle of intentions always depends too much on the swordsman himself, his control, understanding and discovery of the sword intention. The same sword will always have very different effects in the hands of different swordsmen.

And everyone realized a fact at this time - this young man really did not have a divine sword like [Spring Water Cascading Shadows, Ice Mirror Reflecting Gods], and could not use king against king to break this state of mind just right... He could only test his understanding and control of other swords of intent.

He needed a stroke of genius, and for a young boy... this might not be too difficult.

The young man standing on the crane's back holding a sword quietly closed his eyes, and a sense of silence emerged... and fell on himself.

He's seen it.

[The sky is covered by clouds and the feathers are lost]. This sword, which has been with him for so long and so familiar to him, coldly and gently closed his heart, and the whole vast world disappeared from his consciousness. He fell thousands of feet from the back of a crane, and when he opened his eyes and stepped on the floor again, he was already on the floor of the red building.

Using intention to defeat intention, while everyone was still in astonishment or amazement, the boy had already taken the sixth step and gained an advantage.

He used this advantage to make a strange gesture.

Many people realized it later... that everything from here on was under the boy's control.

When He Ju came out of his artistic conception, the first thing he saw was this sword rack.

Precisely because the situation was so tense that there was no room for relaxation, and because he had lost the initiative as the one whose sword of intention was broken, and because this was the last step, He Ju would not delay for a moment. The sword sense and the body's instincts had already made the most appropriate and correct response.

And when the [铩羽] style flowed out from his hand, he recognized the sword in the opponent's hand... It was clearly Jiang Yiner's sword... Jiang Yiner's first sword.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through He Jiu's mind - are they senior brothers and sisters? Otherwise, why would they share the same sword? Or are they good friends or lovers? The girl lost, so could the boy actually want to use the same move to win back the victory?
But these were all distracting thoughts. In any case, Zuwang's sword sense after seven moves did not give any warning. This was just the beginning of an exchange of sword moves, and the real drama was to come - he hoped that he could use [擩羽] in this move, so he would do it.

In the seventh step, they still have a real victory or defeat.

Everyone was looking at this most heart-pounding scene... If the boy could cross over, he would be the only winner tonight!
Xu Menglang clenched his teeth, as if the boy's fate was his own fate.

[Sha Yu] is a violent and powerful forward-pointing sword, and Pei Ye rushed towards it a moment earlier.

On the seventh step.

He Ju did not understand his intention for a moment - he could have calmly enjoyed the follow-up move, but entering the sword circle before the enemy's sword was drawn was a very basic form of recklessness.

Then he saw the boy's flying hair and calm eyes...that was the first time he looked him in the eye.

Then his pupils suddenly shrank and he looked at the boy in front of him in astonishment.

...the sword of [Sha Yu], the sword was not fully grasped, at this moment the young man held the sword with his left hand... and replaced the long sword in his hand.

With a control that seemed like a miracle, the direction and trend of [Sha Yu]'s initial movement were replaced in this sword without any error.

"Let me lend you my sword." the young man said softly.

He Ju was horrified at this moment. He had never felt the ghostly feeling of others facing him so immersively. His eyes burst into incredible, surprised and excited light, and he almost screamed: "—— Pei Ye!!"

Then the next moment he was stunned.

The young man in front of him bumped past him and turned into a ball of misty white feathers.

...He didn't stand on the seventh step, he just stepped over it.

People were amazed at the sword of will that had been unfurled at some unknown moment, staring at the white feather flying by, wondering in their hearts whether this counted as the completion of the Seventh Step... and what unfolded before their eyes was a scene that was enough to strangle them.

The boy's eyes remained calm.

Above the banquet hall, the poetry field was on the other side, and the little sword fairy was in a more central position, sleeping on a cloud with his sword as a pillow and wine in his mouth... just six steps in front of the main seat.

Pei Ye was still one step away from the Little Sword Immortal... but he was only seven steps away from the platform.

So in this instant.

The first thing that unfolded was the glassy world that made everyone hold their breath. Lonely dreams, thin ice, still water, cold and clear. The next moment, everyone realized that they were just watching this sword... This sword was pointing at the face of the black fox! !
The next weapon he made a move was the [Sha Yu] in his hand.

[The Jade Tiger with Threads] is held in He Ju's hand.

This sword was so fast and so powerful that Pei Ye was far from being able to use it himself. But when the two swords collided, this sword had become a secondary sword.

Hejiu used the sword forward, and [铩羽] moved backward at the same time.

It was heading straight for the Buddha's face right in the middle!
The next moment, when everyone reacted, the enormous power of the Tianlou suddenly descended, and the heaven and earth instantly enveloped the old man around him, protecting every strand of his hair.

There was silence.

…Thinking of assassinating someone in front of Tianlou is simply too far-fetched.

The power of heaven and earth moves at will, not to mention that every trace of true mystery is under their control, but if there is any unusual movement, they will discover it earlier than everyone else.

...But even such a powerful cultivator, when suddenly faced with a heart sword coming towards him, would be drawn to pay attention for a moment and his mind would tense up for a moment.

And a moment is enough.

The enormous power of heaven and earth protected the old man without any surprise, and the sword force stopped there. It seemed that even without the protection of the Tianlou, it would not have hurt the old man in the slightest...but the Buddha mask on his face did shatter and fall.

The sound of the foot hitting the ground was particularly clear in the silence of the banquet hall, and the face that was revealed was stunned, and he hadn't reacted at all to what had happened. He was still chatting with the Zen master next to him a moment ago, and now he stopped talking, and the sound seemed to still echo.

"…Since I started worshipping Buddha, I have still committed sins, but I have sincerely eliminated them. It seems that God has seen through it and has not punished me."

"The life of a layman is given by heaven. Killing and anger are also natural to heaven. I still wish to worship Buddha and do good deeds, which is a real merit..."

At this time, everyone recognized this face - as he had always said, some people had known it, some people had guessed it, and he really had nothing to hide.

He has black eyebrows, clear eyes, a high upturned nose bridge, thin and sharp lips, and soft and delicate cheeks and skin on his arms. He is the Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty... Li Du.

Only then did he touch his face in shock and realize what had happened.

And in the hall, in full view of everyone, the expressionless young man slowly raised his hand, pointed the sword directly at the old man, and said coldly: "Old thief, I will cut off your head sooner or later."

(End of this chapter)