God Emperor of Sword Domain

Chapter 119 Return of the sword!

"This guy is so useless that he doesn't even have the courage to practice the second level of Yujianjue. It's really embarrassing to our outer disciples!"

Fang Yuanhong became more proud when he heard the discussions of the disciples onlookers, and shouted loudly: "Look at it! The second imperial sword rubbing copy is in the hands of our brothers. Within three years, my elder brother will definitely be able to practice 'Sword Return' !"

The disciples who were watching all around began to discuss one after another.

"Three years of practicing 'Sword Return', the masters on the Qianlong list are indeed so strong, and many people have not practiced for ten years with rubbings."

Some people also questioned: "Is it really only three years to practice? I remember that Yue Zhentao, who is ranked 79th on the Qianlong list, took seven years to practice."

Fang Yuanhong said arrogantly: "My elder brother's strength has long been inferior to that of Yue Zhentao. Not to mention Yue Zhentao, if my elder brother wants to enter the Qianlong list, even a higher-ranked master will not be able to stop him."

Hearing the tsunami-like discussions all around, Fang Qizhi's face gradually showed a look of arrogance.

He raised his head and looked at Ye Xuan with haughty eyes, and said: "As a strong man in the sixth level of the Yuanwu realm, I don't bother to compete with you who are in the third level of the Yuanwu realm. Now return the contribution points and apologize to my brother." , I can spare you, otherwise Feijian has no eyes, and if I move my hands, I can't guarantee whether you will be injured or dead!"

"It's only a difference of three realms, not too much." Ye Xuan's expression was indifferent, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, unmoved by the discussions of the people around him.

"You are really a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. No matter! If you are so useless that you give up practicing the second level of Yujianjue, I don't bother to hurt you. It is enough to show you what kind of strength I am Fang Qizhi! "Fang Qizhi said conceitedly.

Ye Xuan glanced around at the people present, and said with a light smile, "You all think I haven't practiced the second level of Yujian Jue?"

Saying that, holding the scabbard in his left hand, he raised the Dragon Bird Sword.

"What is he going to do?" Everyone present was wondering what Ye Xuan was doing with this action.

With a flick of his left hand, Ye Xuan threw the Dragon Bird Sword together with the scabbard.

Together with the scabbard, the Longque sword was inserted into the soil five feet away with a "du" sound.

"What did he mean? He threw away the sword." Everyone present was full of doubts.

Fang Qizhi smiled lightly and said, "Why, you thought I would spare you if you threw away the sword? Didn't you speak very hard last night?"

Ye Xuan smiled indifferently, and said: "You bought the rubbings, didn't you just want to practice the second level of Yujian Jue? I will demonstrate it to you personally, so it's a bonus when you buy the rubbings, right?"

"What? What is he doing?"

The disciples who watched the battle off the field began to discuss among themselves.

"Did I hear it wrong, he said just now that he would demonstrate the second level of Yujian Jue?"

"I heard it too. Is this guy out of his mind?"

Someone patted Fang Yuanhong on the shoulder and asked, "Is what Ye Xuan said true? Didn't he just get the second level of Yujian Jue last month? Did he really master it?"

"Practice the second level of Yujian Jue in one month, do you believe it?" Fang Yuanhong asked with a sneer.

"I don't believe it!" All the disciples watching the battle shook their heads to express their disbelief.

It takes three to five or seven years for the masters on the Qianlong list to practice the second level of Yujian Jue, and those who can do it within three years are definitely unborn geniuses.

As for practicing the second level of Sword Control Art in one month...

"Practice the second level of Yujian Jue in a month, I'm afraid he is not living in a dream!" Fang Yuanhong laughed loudly.

"That's right! This guy's brain must have been kicked by a donkey."

Fang Qizhi clasped his hands behind his back, shook his head and said with a smile, "I was almost amused by you, you practiced the second level of Yujian Jue in a month, you are really living in a dream!"

Ye Xuan didn't argue, but slowly raised his right hand, the movement was slow, but there was an invisible momentum.

Everyone present felt the difference in this raising of hands, but no one would believe that someone in this world could practice the second level of Yujian Jue within a month.

Ye Xuan raised his right hand, made a light move, and spit out two words: "Sword Return!"

Clang!
The Longque sword inserted five feet away immediately uttered a sword cry, came out of its sheath, and flew in front of Ye Xuan across a distance of five feet.

Ye Xuan didn't grab the Longque Sword, but spread his five fingers and used the Sword Control Technique from the air.

The Dragon Bird Sword was suspended in front of Ye Xuan, rotating slowly with the blade as the axis, and every time it rotated, it would emit a trembling sound of the sword.

Shock!

The audience was shocked!

All stared wide-eyed at the slowly spinning flying sword.

How can it be!

Everyone shouted in their hearts.

He actually called Feijian back from the air!

This is……

The second level of Yujian Jue "Sword Return"!
All the people present are disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Who would not know what the second level of Yujian Jue is?
Calling back the flying sword at a distance of five feet, only the second level of Yujian Jue "Sword Return" can do it!
"He, he, he... he really knows the second level of Sword Control Art!"

An exclamation exploded from the crowd, and the crowd suddenly started yelling like crazy.

"He really did it!"

"How is it possible! How is it possible! How is it possible that someone can practice the second level of Yujian Jue within a month!"

Fang Yuanhong's eyes were wide open, and he looked at the scene on the competition stage with a dull expression, his face was full of shock and disbelief.

The expression on Fang Qizhi's face began to collapse, his brows were furrowed, and he asked in shock, "You...how could it be..."

"Correct your mistake, I practiced the second level of Yujian Jue, not a month, but three days. So, don't judge me by your vision, because what you see is only my toes." Ye Xuan lightly laughed.

Fang Qizhi immediately revealed an angry look, and snorted coldly: "You are too crazy! I don't know how you recruited Feijian back, but, with your third level Yuanwu realm cultivation, you are not qualified to be crazy in front of me! "

"Then try it." Ye Xuan still looked indifferent.

"Hmph! Then let you see how strong the masters of the Qianlong list are!"

As Fang Qizhi said, he circulated his true energy and pinched the flying sword behind him.

The flying sword immediately unsheathed and hovered in front of his palm.

Ye Xuan also stood sideways, with his right hand stretched out, palm forward, five fingers spread out, and running the Yujian Jue.

The Longque Sword hovered three inches away from the palm, pointed the tip of the sword at Fang Qizhi, and rotated slowly, every time it rotated, there was a trembling sword sound.

On the competition stage, the two stood in the same posture, and also stretched out their right hands to control the flying sword.

The two swords were separated by ten feet, and the sword tips were facing each other. The sound of sword cries was intertwined, and all the disciples watching the battle held their breath.

When a swordsman competes in martial arts, all strength will be poured into that sword.

Therefore, victory or defeat is only in an instant.

The moment the flying sword strikes, the outcome will be decided.

Fang Qizhi's face was gloomy, and he used the Sword Control Art to the extreme, and poured all the true energy in his body into the flying sword with all his strength.

His flying sword spun quickly, hitting the air, gradually forming a circle of sharp air barriers.

Ye Xuan still had a calm demeanor, but the rotation of the Dragon Sparrow Sword was getting slower and slower. On that sword, it seemed that time had frozen.

(End of this chapter)