Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 818 The wisp of immortality

Yu Qing returned the salute with his sword in hand and said earnestly, "Yun Lang, Yu Qing, my master is Qu Zhan. Please give me your guidance."

“You must be careful and give it your all,” Pei Ye said.

"Okay." Yu Qing nodded.

Three chimes.

Pei Ye brandished his sword, unleashing a strike called "Breaking the Earth" towards Yu Qing's chest. Yu Qing raised his sword to deflect it, then countered with speed, striking the boy's chest in a flash.

Pei Ye's sword form swayed, and with a casual "clang," he deflected the sword. This was the [Immovable Perilous Wind] technique, and immediately, the sword's momentum arose from the collision.

Using the wind it carried, the jade bird spread its wings and took flight. Suddenly, the sword light became swift and dense, clanging like a musical movement. The seven styles of the Sparrow Formation flowed out from the sword one by one. Yu Qing stepped back to defend, carefully watching each sword strike coming towards him.

The word "good" was not just a polite formality. Yu Qing took it very seriously and carefully. After trying to attack once in the first round, he did not try again. His defense was as solid as gold and jade, without any gaps. Every move of the young man's sword was reflected in his eyes. He memorized them and analyzed them.

"Truly excellent swordsmanship," Pei Ye said.

"Fearful".

As soon as Yu Qing finished speaking, the sword light suddenly changed.

Like a white dragon piercing through a gorge, a magnificent white light, incredibly stunning, struck Pei Ye directly in the center of his chest.

With a resounding clang of metal, Pei Ye blocked the attack with his sword using the [Xiao Leng] technique, then transformed it with [Yu Lao] and neutralized it with [Shi Ye]... In an instant, the sword still deviated slightly.

Yu Qing's sword light, like a dragon transforming into a dragon, swept in through this slight deviation, narrowly missing Pei Ye's neck and chin, leaving a trail of bright red blood.

Pei Ye immediately responded with [Cloud Cold] and [Immovable Dangerous Wind], both ethereal defensive swords used to counter unpredictable attacks. However, amidst the drifting wind and clouds, the bright and cold dragon swiftly darted out, striking Pei Ye's wrist, which he could not dodge.

At the critical moment, Pei Ye pulled his wrist away and the sword flew out like a bird.

[Carrying a new corpse] A streak of light flashed by, but then it was knocked away with a "ding".

The four directions converge, and the sword is lost.

Exclamations erupted from the crowd, some in amazement, others in astonishment; only a very few recognized the sword technique.

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Yun Lang possesses another unique and profound skill. Originally, there are no sword moves; instead, sword moves are created based on the opponent. He only strikes after thoroughly understanding the opponent's sword path, so wherever he goes, "the sound of the blade whistling is heard, and the blade is as sharp as if it were newly honed."

One book, "Jade Sword," and half of "First Moon and Northern Rain," are the explanations for them.

All sword techniques derived from these two swords, like interconnected blood vessels and muscles, will also be deciphered.

Yu Qing had some expectations of this sword technique and knew that he couldn't defeat the young man with it, but he should use the Feather Sword technique.

Once the sword vein that has been broken since the beginning of the game is broken, the person will either be buried with it or abandon it and get away. No matter what foreshadowing or foreshadowing was laid, it will not count. In this way, he will gain all the initiative in the thirty-six moves since the beginning of the game.

But his sword did not pierce the boy's throat, nor did white feathers grow from the corpse.

The moment [Holding the New Corpse] was struck, the continuous true energy disintegrated from the point of impact, scattering within a radius of several feet like willow catkins. The young man personally brought an end to this sword vein that had spanned thirty-six moves.

Yu Qing pierced Pei Ye's neck with his sword, but the path of the sword seemed to awaken something. Something gentle and sweet bloomed from the sword's path, gradually dissipating the sword's momentum.

Yu Qing knew of one state of cold water: when it remained still in a cup, even long past its freezing point, it remained soft and clear. But with the slightest touch, it would freeze instantly.

His feelings at that moment were similar.

Pei Ye stood still, and the remaining force of the sword froze three inches in front of his throat.

The longsword spun and floated back from around him, like a whistling wind, blooming in succession wherever it passed, thousands upon thousands of white pearls and jade beads, swaying in the wind.

Pei Ye gripped his sword, took a step back, and tilted his neck to avoid Yu Qing's renewed attack with the force of the shattering ice. Then, as the wind blew, thousands of tiny true energy flowers floated and surrounded the two of them.

The green locust trees and tall willows are filled with the chirping of cicadas. As spring transitions into summer, the true energy and sword intent dissipate, and a tree of pure blossoms blooms.

Let's embark on a refreshing journey together through "The Story of the Locust Tree".

Yu Qing stepped back, and Pei Ye advanced with his sword. The flowers that followed the two of them were shredded by Yu Qing's sword light, and the sword platform was covered with what looked like a beautiful snowfall.

Such a poetic sword, such a poetic swordsman. Pei Ye tapped on Yu Qing's sword, like a melody. After nine moves, Yu Qing stopped retreating, his longsword standing upright, forming an iron wall.

Pei Ye's sword bounced off in an arc after impact, and the melody suddenly shattered, like a cup breaking on the ground.

It turned out to be the sword path of [King Kong] Zhao Jiajia.

Yu Qingping looked at the young man, not retreating an inch. Suddenly, his sword aura became extremely hard and unyielding, and no more flying petals could drift over the city wall.

He countered with pressure.

Xia Jian mostly used swords of true qi, and the techniques of true qi were profound and numerous. Yu Qing recognized this in the forty-seventh round. He burned the zither and boiled the crane, and switched to simple and hard sword moves. The sound of swords on the sword platform rang out, as if they were trapped in a battlefield of clashing swords and iron horses.

Pei Ye unleashed his sword techniques, including "Peach Blossom," "Willow Catkins," "Lotus Blossom," "Cicada," and "Bird," but they all shattered against the city wall. His true energy scattered, and the sword momentum he had just accumulated was rapidly depleted. Within twenty rounds, he was almost completely overwhelmed.

Perhaps in another twenty rounds, he will be in dire straits.

But in an instant, an extremely sharp killing intent erupted throughout the Winter Sword Platform.

The sword from Yu Qing.

The strong cannot overcome the weak; the sharp can break through the soft.

Even including the Crane Ranking, it is still one of the top three killing swords in the entire Feather Scale Trial. The Spring and Summer Realms were broken in an instant. Yu Qing went straight for the center line, and a bright sword light went straight for Pei Ye's throat.

Pei Ye recognized him.

"Zhuangzi Sword Explanation" - [Commoner's Sword] Yu Qing actually learned this sword technique. And he actually used it at this moment.

It was a sudden and unexpected sword strike, with a clear advantage. He himself must have lost half of his sword momentum first, but he also captured the essence of its violent power. There is no right time for an assassination sword to strike, but it was at the most unexpected moment!
This sword strike wasn't extremely fast; it was simply sharp enough to pierce through any obstacle. The ultimate killing intent was that once it was launched, there was no return.

【Yun Han】, but all the clouds were cleared away.

[The wind drifts back], but the wind is also pierced.

In an instant, thirty sword moves flashed through Pei Ye's mind. In the end, he simply stood still and sheathed his sword, letting the sword pierce straight through his throat.

Silence fell over the field as blood gushed from the boy's mouth.

Yu Qing slowly drew his sword, though he was actually somewhat frustrated.

He knew that the boy knew the Flying Feather Sword technique, and he also expected that he would most likely fall into it at some point.

But even though he had tried his best to be careful and take precautions, he still didn't notice the slightest sign.

White feathers sprouted from the horrific wound on his neck; his mortal body shed its feathers, and his celestial body was reborn.

Yu Qing watched this scene unfold; it was exactly the moment he had been waiting for.

Something enormous poked its head out from the sword and swallowed the corpse whole before the feathers covered it.

Pei Ye was reborn three zhang away, but only a few tattered wings remained behind him.

The enormous creature emerged completely from Yu Qing's sword and hovered on the sword platform; people could almost feel its weight, which seemed almost tangible.

Northern sea fish.

There are thousands of swords in the world, with complex forms, making it difficult to distinguish their strength. However, if one must rank them, this sword should be among the top ten.

It feeds on a myriad of images, roams freely and expansively, and enjoys longevity and long life. It is clear that the divine fish from Zhuangzi has been contained within Yu Qing's sword. Therefore, after it was revealed on the stage yesterday, Yu Qing's name became popular overnight in the streets and alleys of the capital.

Unless one uses the legendary Heart Sword, how can one defeat such a Sword of Intent?

Pei Ye looked up. This was the first time he had barely managed to escape from the Flying Feather Immortal. The immortal's intent hadn't even had time to be applied to him before it was completely devoured. He looked at the enormous, arrogant creature that roamed above him. It seemed to have a form, yet it also seemed not to, living freely in the world.

It pressed down on him, its mouth wide open.

In reality, a duel between swords of intent is quite simple. If you are to use swords of intent first, you must take on the responsibility of drawing your opponent into that intent. If your sword intent is not convincing, then you are simply being foolish.

Pei Ye could use his Flying Feather Immortal skill at any time, precisely because his sword possessed such magic—the emergence of wings from that sword light seemed not out of place at all.

If the opponent is clear-headed enough, or has a high enough swordsmanship perspective, they can naturally ignore it and escape at any time. For example, if Miss Ming does not want to, she can be unaffected by his sword. You can also withdraw your intentional sword at any time and switch back to the clumsy sword to determine the winner.

However, if the opponent also accepts the challenge of artistic conception, and both swords simultaneously enter the world of artistic conception, then the outcome must be determined within the realm of artistic conception.

The two of them voluntarily entered each other's realm of thought at the same time, and once inside, there was no reason for them to leave at will.

Whichever side wants to leave, they must first break through the other's mindset.

But a breakthrough itself signifies victory.

Pei Ye used the Flying Feather Immortal voluntarily, while Yu Qing waited for him to use it.

Pei Ye invited Yu Qing to enter the world of "intention," and Yu Qing gladly went in and closed the door.

"Northern Sea Fish" was prepared for this moment.

The entire Winter Sword Platform held its breath in concentration. Yu Qing and his fish occupied 99% of the platform, leaving Pei Ye with only a lonely spot to stand. The contrast was so stark. Yu Qing swung his sword, and the big fish gently sucked downwards.

Pei Ye did not enter its mouth.

He gazed at it, raised his palm, and a drop of water formed from the cold, condensed inner energy at his fingertips. He flicked it gently towards the object.

Water droplets, catching the scattered fallen petals and leaves, landed on the giant's mouth.

Then, thin, dark threads began to spread from there.

In all directions, one begets two, two begets four… countless and complex, boundless and limitless. People are silent and speechless, as an incredibly fine, all-pervasive net obscures the sky above Winter Sword Terrace.

The afternoon sun was blazing, but the surroundings were cold and dim.

Yu Qing was unable to move, and the big fish struggled twice, but then also stiffened and stopped moving.

These delicate and gentle strands, oblivious to the immense damage it had caused, embraced it again, and countless strands quickly reconnected.

The large fish originally had no form, but the silk threads gave it form, like a beautiful large cocoon hanging in the air.

Yu Qing was also connected by these threads, which covered his skin and grew into his seven orifices, leaving his entire body stiff and motionless.

When I invite you in, it's a genuine invitation, not a ruse.

Before the imperial city, the Sword Platform, where hundreds of thousands of people gathered, was as secluded as the earth's core and as silent as a mountain night.

They had been there all along; they had only just begun to appear.

We parted in the morning and withered in the evening.

Born in the morning and dying at dusk, a thousand years is but a fleeting dream.

Pei Ye sheathed his sword, all forms and intentions withered and collapsed, the Kun Lao Sea was exhausted, Yu Qing's face turned pale, and he slumped down cross-legged.

"Concession."

(End of this chapter)