The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 141 Sharpening the Sword
All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Xun again.

Jian Wuyi, who had already made an appointment to fight with Fang Xun, frowned and wanted to say something.

But when he saw the rusty sword of 'Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building One Night' in the other person's hand, he seemed to understand something and relaxed his brows.

"Of course I do."

Being watched by everyone, Fang Xun just smiled, holding "Listening to the Spring Rain in the Small Building at Night" and walked straight towards the Sword-Liuing Platform.

When Xiao Qianfeng saw the sword in his hand, he immediately became angry: "You are going to compete with me with this broken sword? Are you looking down on me?"

"If there is too much rust, just grind it off!"

Fang Xun ignored him, left the stone floor without looking back, and stepped into the Sword Platform. He immediately felt a sharp edge emerging from all directions, constantly oppressing his soul.

At this moment, the sword marks covered with moss on the ground seemed to come alive and turned into sword lights that attacked him.

But Fang Xun knew that this was an illusion caused by Mu Qingkong's sword intent, so he ignored it, paused for a moment, and continued to move forward.

The closer he got to the center, the stronger the sword intent he felt.

Fang Xun only took ten steps before he stopped and turned to look at Xiao Qianfeng.

At this time, Xiao Qianfeng, who was watching in the shed, felt anger rising in his heart. He felt that he was underestimated by the other party.

He raised his sword and was about to move, but Jian Wuyi at the side moved before him.

The people around him felt their eyes blurry, and in the blink of an eye, they saw Jian Wuyi crossing a distance of seven or eight feet and entering the Sword Liutai.

He was seen walking slowly towards the center step by step, and the sword intent from the periphery was like a gentle breeze to him.

Soon he walked past Fang Xun. When their figures crossed, he did not stop, but continued to move closer to the center, leaving only one sentence.

"Sharpen your sword as soon as possible."

Jian Wuyi was still very frugal with his words, but his words made Xiao Qianfeng even angrier.

“Okay! Okay! Okay!

So you want to use me to sharpen your sword. I want to see if your rusty sword is really that sharp!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Qianfeng disappeared from the spot.

choke--

Everyone's eyes blurred and they only heard the sound of a sword. Xiao Qianfeng followed the sword and the sword light formed a line that cut the air along the way.

In just a moment, he arrived in front of Fang Xun and stabbed with a sword.

"Well done!"

Fang Xun let out a long whistle, and a ray of dark green light suddenly appeared in the "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at Night" in his hand, like a moment of beauty, and directly drew a Tai Chi Yin and Yang.

Ding--

When the two swords collided, both of them tacitly suppressed their skills to the acquired perfection level.

But the clear and crisp sound lingers in the ears, making people feel a sense of emptiness and distance in their hearts.

Only then did everyone begin to look seriously at the song "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at One Night" in Fang Xun's hand.

This is a slender sword with a tip that is curved like a knife, yet it seems not to be a sword.

The pitch-black rust on the sword covered the sharp edge, and its true color could not be seen. Only the seven words "Listening to the Spring Rain in the Small Building All Night" could be seen.

It was not until Fang Xun drew his sword that the audience outside the platform realized that this was also a sword that could kill people!
"Oh, this is also considered a sword?"

When the dark green sword light burst out to block a move, Xiao Qianfeng immediately sneered and stabbed out with another sword.

The sword light was sharp, and the cold light instantly gave people the illusion that the hot summer had suddenly turned into a freezing winter.

Just this one sword strike made most of the swordsmen watching outside the field feel relieved. They thought that the fourth place on the Dragon and Phoenix List was not a false title. They were all thinking whether they could take this sword strike.

But Fang Xun smiled without saying anything, he just casually held the sword horizontally, and the sword body seemed to naturally embed into Xiao Qianfeng's sword.

In an instant, Xiao Qianfeng's attack was blocked and he could hardly advance an inch, and then Fang Xun pulled back again.

laugh--

A series of sparks burst out accompanied by the harsh sound of metal friction.

As the sword rubbed violently, the rust on the surface of "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building All Night" peeled off, and it was under this pull that a ray of bright edge was revealed.

The echo had not yet faded away, but Xiao Qianfeng's face was already moved.

He saw the broken sword in front of him burst into a cold green light, and its sharpness was no less than that of the Feixue Sword inserted in the center of the Sword Platform! Fang Xun had a calm expression, and gently waved the sword in his hand. The tip of the sword was shining with water light, flickering, as if it explained the rotation of yin and yang, and a Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish appeared in front of everyone.

For a moment, Xiao Qianfeng felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire. He wanted to swing his sword but was obstructed by a strong force invisibly.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, and the sword in his hand suddenly let out a sharp roar.

In an instant, the air and waves rolled back, and the sword shadow shot up into the sky. In an instant, the people outside the field lost sight of Xiao Qianfeng's figure, and only a sword light shot up into the sky remained.

“Is this still the day after tomorrow?”

Some people thought that Xiao Qianfeng no longer suppressed his power, but when they looked again, they were shocked. The other party still tacitly abided by the rules, and the power he activated did not exceed the acquired perfection.

The sword was unparalleled and pierced into the Yin-Yang Tai Chi drawn by Fang Xun.

But at this time, the Tai Chi Yin Yang Fish changed with the movements of Fang Xun's hands, as if it was dancing into a flower, or it seemed to turn into a ball of light.

The sword wind whizzed past, and it actually sucked in all of Xiao Qianfeng's sword energy, and the rust scattered in the air also gathered with it.

But the next moment, Fang Xun's sword light suddenly stopped, and he stood still with the sword in his hand. The sword light disappeared instantly, and a layer of rust residue was formed on the ground.

Xiao Qianfeng was stunned for a moment and immediately looked over, and saw that the sword "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building All Night" was no longer mottled.

The green sword body was like phosphorescent rippling water waves, a ray of cold light flashed and then disappeared, and the sword made a clear sound without hiding its edge.

The Feixue Sword inserted in the center of the Sword Platform was also shaking slightly, as if it was unwilling to accept the victory and wanted to compete with "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building One Night".

"My sword is sharpened, thank you."

After Fang Xun said this with a smile, he turned around and continued walking towards the center, no longer paying attention to Xiao Qianfeng.

"Humph!"

Although Xiao Qianfeng had a dark face, he just snorted coldly and said nothing more.

From the previous fight, he realized that he was inferior to the opponent, so he stopped fighting and changed direction, moving away from Fang Xun and walking towards the center step by step, starting to comprehend Mu Qingkong's sword intent.

At this time, the people outside the field came to their senses, and the platform became noisy again. The crowd was talking excitedly about the fight between the two men just now.

"So this is the sword technique that is worthy of being ranked in the top ten of the Dragon and Phoenix Rankings!"

Even though there were only a few moves, and their skills were all suppressed to the acquired perfection, it still made everyone dazzled.

Immediately, the swordsmen outside the arena could no longer hold back and stood up and entered the sword-keeping arena. Soon, more and more swordsmen appeared in the arena.

As soon as they entered, their expressions were different. Some looked calm, some looked serious, some had sweat on their foreheads, and some looked pale.

For Fang Xun, Xiao Qianfeng and Jian Wuyi, the oppressive sword intent from the outside was like a breeze blowing on their faces, but it was not the case for the others.

Those with less strength felt tremendous pressure directly, and some swordsmen even took two or three steps and then dared not move forward anymore.

At this moment, a scream suddenly came, attracting everyone's attention.

A young man in the Tongmai realm just stepped into the Liujiantai, his face immediately turned pale, he fell to the ground holding his head and wailing, and he died immediately without even a chance to escape.

His expression was distorted, as if he had seen something horrible.

Su Xingcan's face was calm, and he only ordered a man from the Lijiang Pavilion to enter the Liujiantai to collect the bodies. He had said before that once one enters the Liujiantai, one's life and death are at their own risk. If someone who couldn't see his own worth insisted on entering, it would be none of his business if he died.

The others were shocked. Many people who originally did not qualify to enter the Liujiantai were holding on to a glimmer of hope and were ready to give it a try. However, after seeing the young man's fate, all the hope in their hearts disappeared in an instant, and a look of fear appeared on their faces.

Among the crowd, three inconspicuous figures were also watching this scene.

One of them had an ordinary face but a petite figure. He was carrying a large knife on his back, but the knife was wrapped tightly with black cloth, making it impossible to see his details.

After seeing the young man die suddenly, he sneered with disdain.

"Oh, idiot, the sword intent of the Sword God is not so easy to comprehend."

The petite figure's voice was crisp and pleasant. If Fang Xun heard it, he would immediately recognize it as his immediate superior, Yu Jiaolong.

There were two figures beside her, one of whom was an old man with a hunched back and a hunched body.

The other person was a tall, middle-aged woman with an ordinary face.

After Yu Jiaolong said this, he turned his gaze to Fang Xun, but asked the two of them questions.

"Two seniors, you also saw Fang Xun take action just now. Is he the ghost-faced man?"

(End of this chapter)