Chapter 863: Chapter 857: Blood Sword Saint
This sword strike was astonishingly fast.
Huo Changjun not only had a much stronger cultivation than Duan Long, but his swordsmanship was also far superior.
Ye Xuan didn’t move at first; he merely watched as the sword approached from afar. In his pupils, the trajectory of the sword seemed absolutely clear.
Ye Xuan moved. No, to be precise, it was the Thunder Abyss Sword in his scabbard that moved of its own accord, shooting out to meet Huo Changjun.
Ye Xuan himself appeared almost like a phantom behind the sword hilt, tapping on it with a finger.
In Huo Changjun’s terrified eyes, Ye Xuan’s Thunder Abyss Sword slashed past him, striking his abdomen.
Before Huo Changjun’s body could hit the ground, it was sent flying more than ten meters away again, falling off the Battle Martial Platform.
A splash was heard, and he fell into the pool below the platform, causing a large burst of water.
Though his abdomen ached terribly, Huo Changjun found that his body wasn’t split in two, and there wasn’t even a scratch.
This sword from Ye Xuan was even more remarkable than the one that defeated Duan Long.
Whether in power or in control over the sword itself, Ye Xuan had reached a state of incredible mastery.
Everyone clearly saw him slash Huo Changjun’s abdomen; the power of that strike was enough to kill Huo Changjun, yet strangely, Huo Changjun wasn’t injured.
Princess Yu Yue, seeing Ye Xuan’s sword strike Huo Changjun’s abdomen, thought Huo Changjun was doomed, ready to have Ye Xuan captured and punished.
As she saw Huo Changjun leap out from the pool, she was slightly stunned.
She saw clearly that Ye Xuan’s sword was sharp enough to kill Huo Changjun.
Blood Sword Saint Cang Wugui explained the crowd’s doubts, saying, “That sword wasn’t meant to kill, though it had great momentum, the Sword Qi that ultimately acted upon Huo Changjun was minimal. His swordsmanship is indeed superb, and his control is masterful.”
“Huo Changjun’s achievements in swordsmanship are already quite good, but unexpectedly, there are always people better than him,” said the Heavenly Magnetic Saint.
At this moment, the surroundings of the Heavenly Phoenix Garden became lively, and many noble ladies of Fengtian City were looking at Ye Xuan with affectionate gazes, secretly admiring him in their hearts.
Ye Xuan’s swordsmanship was at an extraordinary level, flowing like water, incredibly graceful. Although he wore a mask, it didn’t affect his reputation in the slightest, and even added a bit of mystery.
At this level, few only look at appearance; temperament becomes the crucial factor. Either dominating the world or being ethereal, the latter obviously attracts women more.
“Brother, I really envy you; today you made a name for yourself. Even if you don’t marry the princess, it doesn’t matter; other women will let you choose,” said Sima Chen admiringly.
“Among the three thousand waters, take only one scoop. Though beautiful, it’s unnecessary to have too many,”
Ye Xuan shook his head, his meaning quite clear.
“This guy actually made a name for himself, but although you’re proud now, you won’t be for long.”
Princess Yu Yue gritted her teeth in anger.
“Elder Sister Yu Yue, what exactly did this person do to make you hate him so much?”
Nangong Yao was a bit surprised; she actually quite admired Ye Xuan’s swordsmanship, as a person with such graceful swordsmanship shouldn’t be a villain.
“You don’t know; this person is a despicable scoundrel. He stole invitations from others and used threats to make me help him in his plots. Don’t you think such a person is hateful? Shouldn’t he be taught a lesson?” Princess Yu Yue said angrily.
“That person does sound quite detestable, but someone will soon teach him a lesson. Cang Wugui should be making a move.”
Nangong Yao’s gaze fell on Cang Wugui, who was standing up from his seat, clearly ready to take action.
“This never ends. Must I single-handedly battle all the experts in this Heavenly Phoenix Garden?”
Ye Xuan shook his head, but at this moment Cang Wugui had already leapt onto the Battle Martial Platform, landing a hundred meters in front of Ye Xuan, saying, “Your swordsmanship is exquisite, but it also has flaws. It’s full of agility but lacks some masculine dominance. However, your level in the Sword Realm is very high, and you might understand the Selfless Realm in another eight to ten years.”
Cang Wugui, being one of the top swordsmen in the Eastern Realm, could see many things in Ye Xuan’s swordsmanship, though not everything. He believed that the Sword Dao should encompass everything, avoiding all shortcomings—dominance, slaughter, and agility—all included for a perfect Sword Dao.
Ye Xuan stopped, smiled, and said, “No matter how advanced the swordsmanship, it has flaws. There is simply no perfect swordsmanship in the world.”
Even Divine Level swordsmanship still has areas to improve, let alone Holy Level swordsmanship.
Cang Wugui, seeing Ye Xuan holding steadfast to his beliefs, didn’t argue further. Instead, he looked at Ye Xuan and said, “If I want to defeat you, I need only ten moves.”
“Ten moves should be enough to determine the winner.”
Ye Xuan replied calmly.
“Haha, it seems you’re very confident. Since this is a swordsman duel, I’ll let you fight me on completely fair grounds!”
Cang Wugui waved his hand, and two beams of light flew from his ring, transforming into two forms of flying swords.
Almost simultaneously, two iron swords descended from the sky, embedding themselves at the feet of Ye Xuan and Cang Wugui, the blades sinking half a foot into the ground, the hilts still trembling.
“These two swords are made of common refined iron mixed with millennium ironwood, so they have little power but are extremely hard, suitable for a fight,” said Cang Wugui casually.
With a flick of his hand, the refined iron sword flew into Ye Xuan’s hand automatically.
Both of them drew the refined iron swords, quietly watching each other, neither moving first, as if observing each other’s details, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Swordsmen are experts at seizing their opponent’s weaknesses; catching one means the match can be decided instantly.
“This Cang Wugui appears quite arrogant on the surface, but when fighting, he’s not careless at all. He knows Ye Xuan isn’t easy to deal with, actually, he’s quite cautious,”
remarked Emperor Yu with a slight frown, smiling as he watched the scene on the battle platform.
“Is this kid really so hard to deal with?”
Princess Yu Yue couldn’t help but mutter, after all, the opponent is the renowned Cang Wugui. Is there really a need to fear a nameless one?
“Those who’ve underestimated him have paid the price. Cang Wugui isn’t foolish; he understands the truth of mountains upon mountains,” Nangong Yao shook her head, feeling a growing curiosity about this mysterious masked man, just like everyone else.
At that moment, a fierce wind swept over the battle platform, raising countless Wind Blades, each like a flying sword.
Amidst the sound of sword singing, Ye Xuan and Cang Wugui suddenly charged at each other like lightning, swinging their iron swords.