Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 820 Qingwei Yuanjiang
Before today, few people believed that Pei Ye had defeated He Yaoyao, but after he defeated Yu Qing, when the two sides stood on the field again, the opinions were evenly matched.

However, the fact that the two used this method of swordsmanship to determine the winner was still unexpected.

Pei Ye felt that this was truly dangerous, far more so than Yu Qing's. Once he lost many of his methods and was only able to perform rituals with the Three Swords, the gap between him and He Yaoyao would become starkly apparent.

The woman's attacks in the first few moves almost made him feel like he was about to lose. He knew he couldn't possibly play against such a skilled swordsman for more than ten moves, so he decisively moved up the level and chose to overwhelm her with sheer force.

This opportunity only comes once. If you don't give it your all and He Yaoyao manages to hold out, there will be no chance of winning again.

However, where there is fine rain and fish shadows, there should also be a torrent of water. Although He Yaoyao was discouraged, she did not really think that Pei Ye's victory was unfair. She was not that concerned about winning or losing. At this moment, she looked up and asked curiously, "How long will this rain last?"

Pei Ye smiled and said, "I guess I won't be playing anymore. Yan Zhenchuan definitely won't like it."

Yan Feiqing really didn't like it, so the rain stopped in time.

Fifteen minutes later, the previous match ended, and the Winter Sword Arena was empty again.

Fourth in line, Yunlang Tianmu, yes, Qingwei Yan Feiqing.

The last spot in the four-person competition.

This isn't a game with any suspense, but it is certainly a very important one.

Yan Feiqing wasn't as strong as Luwei, giving people hope of defeating Tianmu, but he was indeed strong enough. After disappearing for half a year from the ninth place on the Fu Ranking, he returned and was able to steadily defeat a formidable opponent like Shang Yunning.

He should be ranked last among the eight, but his strength is definitely not the worst.

How long Yan Feiqing can hold out against Tianmu will greatly determine her ranking in this Feather Scale competition; at the same time, Yan Feiqing will definitely force Tianmu to use some of her true abilities, from which we can infer whether she can be defeated this year.

Regardless of whether the opponent is a deer tail or a halberd.

Does Tianmu have a way to deal with that sword strike?

This is a question that lingers in many people's minds. Rationally speaking, the idea of ​​Tianmu being pierced in the throat with a single sword strike sounds like a fantasy, but people really can't imagine how such a strike could be countered.

All we can do is look forward to Deer Tail and Tianmu.

Tianmu has ascended the sword platform once again.

Yan Feiqing followed closely behind.

“A disciple of the Qingwei Sect.” Tianmu sized him up. “I’ve heard a lot about you in recent years and have always wanted to meet you.”

Yan Feiqing drew his sword: "Qingwei [Jingxin] Yan Feiqing, my master is Minghe Zhenren, please give me your guidance."

"You're too kind." Tianmu drew her sword.

Three chimes were struck.

"How many moves do you think he can last?" Yang Zhenbing asked.

"Hold on?" Pei Ye was slightly taken aback, paused for a moment, then thought for a second: "Twenty moves, I guess. What about you?"

Yang Zhenbing said, "Thirty moves."

"Oh?" Pei Ye looked at him. "I thought you were going to say three moves."

“You don’t live in the yard.” Yang Zhenbing still hasn’t returned the kitten. She looked down at it lying on the stone in front of her knees. “I practice swordsmanship in the yard. Sometimes he talks to me about swordsmanship, and he’s very precise… almost like my master.”

Pei Ye thought for a moment and said, "Yan Feiqing is very skilled with a sword. We already knew that from his fight with Shang Yun Ning. He doesn't join the Xuanmen sect or practice swordsmanship. He reads books every day, so he must have some training. He just doesn't tell us."

The two sides on the stage have already exchanged three blows.

The unfathomable depth of Tianmu lies in the fact that it rarely uses Yun Lang's own sword. This is not because it deliberately avoids it, but because the swords it has mastered cover the entire world. It only uses the swords it desires. The probability of drawing Yun Lang's sword is really not high.

When facing Yu Qing, you know you need to be able to handle the "Northern Sea Fish" sword technique; when facing Shang Yun Ning, you know you need to be able to handle the Tian Shan Sword technique. But Tian Mu can always come up with new sword techniques, and she can use whatever sword path she wants.

The encirclement you painstakingly broke through might just be a casual sword technique she learned on a boring autumn day.

Now, in the three-way battle, she has used two northern sword techniques and one southern sword technique, all of which are completely unrelated. Yan Feiqing's seemingly impeccable swordsmanship skills have already shown their weakness when facing Shang Yun Ning.

This swordsmanship style inevitably brings to mind the newly crowned number one on the Crane Ranking, but in fact the two are not entirely unrelated.

Pei Ye had, of course, inquired about the woman's identity regarding the venerable Tianmu who had long resided in Fu Yi. Ming Qitian explained that this venerable elder was her mentor and sparring partner during her youth.

Her reason for not joining the Xuanmen sect was simple: she wanted to learn the "Sword Tactics".

The ultimate guide to sword fighting, a unique and extraordinary technique passed down by Yun Lang. It has been passed down exclusively through the Sword Master lineage since ancient times.

However, the Sword Master did not only pass on the "Sword Strategies" to his own disciples; only those who could learn the "Sword Strategies" could become his disciples.

So, according to Ming Qitian, this senior wanted to be her senior sister.

'How old is Sword Master?' Pei Ye wondered, but didn't dare to ask.

In short, this senior was more devoted to the sword than anyone imagined. She was unwilling to be tainted by mystical energy and spiritual body, believing that her mortal body brought her closer to the sword.

“Once the spiritual body is refined, there will be no feeling of illness; once life is long and longevity is extended, there will be no worries in youth.” Miss Ming relayed the words of this Heavenly Mother from her childhood, “Trust your senior sister, the more you resemble a human being, the more you can grasp the essence of the sword.”

But in reality, Ming Qitian grasped the essence of the sword before she did, and this was something that naturally didn't need to be said later.

But Ming Qitian said that she had at least grasped half of the sword manual.

He learned all the sword techniques in the world by studying them one by one.

Therefore, it is conceivable that Yan Feiqing was at a disadvantage at this time. Pei Ye said that Yan Feiqing could withstand twenty moves, but in fact, he had calculated his own sword skills and estimated that he could only withstand twenty moves at most.

The Heavenly Mother Sword probed in, brushing against Yan Feiqing's sword. It was the "Spring Flowing Water Washes Away Dust" from Xiaoqing Lake, the same sword that Shao Xiuyuan used that day, yet completely different.

Yan Feiqing's taut sword stance immediately scattered, but with a flick of his wrist, the longsword drew a semicircle, and the myriad different directions of the sword scattered on a larger scale showed a tendency to converge, like a giant yang fish.

Even Tianmu's sword was unconsciously captured by this trend.

She showed a keen interest and pointed her longsword precisely at the eye of the Yang Fish—it wasn't actually marked, but she found it at a glance—and the power of the myriad swords dissipated once more.

But when Yan Feiqing turned her wrist again, on a much larger scale, this near-collapse and disarray showed the same trend. Yan Feiqing was in control of it.

But it was no use. The sharp sword light of Tianmu swept in. When these disturbances were directed towards Yan Feiqing, Yan Feiqing had to deal with them with utmost seriousness, but when they were directed towards Tianmu, they could not cause the slightest obstruction.

The longsword pierced through the Tai Chi symbol and entered. Yan Feiqing tried to block the sword but was defeated by it. He retreated, feeling as if a malignant tumor was clinging to his bone. The sharp sword tip was about to reach his throat. Yan Feiqing twisted his wrist and swung the sword horizontally, using the move "Limitless Self and Other" to send him eight zhang away.

Tianmu was clearly having a great time. She and her sword were like a white lightning bolt, turning around and flitting twice in the blink of an eye. The water curtain stirred up by her footsteps burst into several fireworks. Yan Feiqing had just stood still when Tianmu's gleaming sword was already pressing in front of her again.

In an instant, three Hunyuan Taiji diagrams appeared in front of Yan Feiqing, but they were all shattered by Tianmu's sword. Yan Feiqing blocked with his sword, and only then was the power of this thunderous sword so clearly displayed. The sound of his arm bones cracking rang out crisply. Under the huge shock, Yan Feiqing's clothes billowed, his hair ribbon broke, and his long hair shook and scattered.

Yan Feiqing spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying more than ten feet away by the sword.

Tianmu was upon him once again in an instant. It was hard to imagine how such power could erupt from such a petite body. Despite being of the same birth type, the bright sword light flashed again for a moment, and several faint Tai Chi patterns were shattered. Yan Feiqing was once again struck and sent flying.

Tianmu continued her relentless pursuit, and for the third time, she stood before Yan Feiqing.

Tianmu didn't just overpower Yan Feiqing with a few casual sword strikes. In fact, she had been pursuing the ultimate power of the Pulse Realm for the past five years, learning many powerful sword techniques, which is why she has achieved her current brilliance.

If it weren't for Yan Feiqing, I really don't know who this phrase would be suitable for.

Her gaze locked onto the disheveled man in front of her, and her longsword, imbued with the power of thunder, struck him mercilessly once more.

She knew that this person probably wouldn't have time to condense the Tai Chi Guardian Sword this time.

As expected, Yan Feiqing simply held his sword horizontally, and Tianmu crashed into it without holding back. But in that instant, she met the man's blood-stained, indifferent eyes, and the scene of broken bones and tendons that she had expected did not happen.

The two swords clashed, and a tremendous shockwave spread throughout the entire Winter Sword Platform, emitting a low hum.

Tianmu was slightly startled. She raised her eyes and saw that in the distance, tens or nearly a hundred feet away, the wind, water, and fallen leaves seemed to be swirling and turning around them—in an instant, she realized that it was an enormous yin-yang symbol.

It was laid out on the Winter Sword Platform.

It was all the path they had just taken.

Yan Feiqing caught the sword, his shoes landing on the ground. The Yin-Yang diagram suddenly reversed with this step, and the force from the previous three times entered his body from the earth, and then entered his longsword from his body. Yan Feiqing's sleeves fluttered as he pointed his sword at Tianmu's chest.

Tianmu caught the sword horizontally, and in an instant, the immense force caused her clothes to flutter wildly, and the air behind her almost vanished.

She hadn't held back at all with the previous three sword strikes, so this one was indeed difficult to parry, and a mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth.

Everyone around the Winter Sword Platform was shocked—everyone was guessing how many moves Yan Feiqing could withstand from Tianmu, but no one expected that he could cause any damage to Tianmu.

No matter how exceptionally talented he is, he only entered the top ten of the rankings last year, and he's only twenty years old this year!
But Tianmu did not retreat an inch. She shouted and let the immense power flow freely within her body. She condensed it into a bundle with her true energy and then released it again through her arm and longsword.

Faced with such domineering sword force, Yan Feiqing was once again forced to retreat, flying five zhang away. Meanwhile, the entire massive Tai Chi diagram was forced to reverse its rotation, disintegrating into a gust of wind and drifting leaves.

This time, Tianmu didn't pursue him anymore. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and looked at him with a smile.

Yan Feiqing swayed slightly five zhang away, her long sleeves fluttering as she stood.

Although the rain had stopped, tiny water droplets still floated in the air, forming a misty pattern around Yan Feiqing's sword, which he had just used to deflect the force of the attack. The man stood there, his expression serene, dressed in a Taoist robe with a red forehead, and despite his disheveled hair stained with blood, he still resembled a transcendent immortal.

"Why are you on this path?" Tianmu shook her sword and said in a crisp voice, her voice seemingly unaffected. "Qingwei's sword is not top-notch. Since you have entered the Dao Qihui, why are you using it all to feed Taiji sword intent?"

These words may seem impolite, as if they were commenting on all the sects in the world in front of hundreds of thousands of people, making everyone prick up their ears, but they are indeed the truthful and insightful words among swordsmen.

Among the twelve masters, Qingwei's swordsmanship is not even considered mid-tier.

Upon receiving the sword, Tianmu realized that no matter how much the praise for this true disciple of Qingwei had gone too far, it was still far from his potential.

His swordsmanship is so exceptional that it is unparalleled in the world. Qingwei has no sword that can reach his level of mastery.

One is the "Creation Body: Sword Chapter," the other is the Limitless Sword Style, and the third is the Heart Sword. Each is a supreme martial art in the martial world, but it is not enough to fill Yan Feiqing's path.

The Daoqi Society is precisely for such swordsmen.

There is no sword in your sect worth dedicating your life to, but there is in the Daoqi Society.

The swords of a sect can be used as a foundation, a pillar, or a clue... any role is acceptable. But Yan Feiqing chose none of these. He joined the Dao Qi Society and learned a great deal about swordsmanship. Although he was far from being as good as Tianmu, he was already only a few levels below Luwei.

But he used it all to nourish the Limitless Sword Force.

All the swords were merely nourishment for him to recognize and hone the Limitless Sword Formation. This sword intent was refined and refined by him until it became purer and purer, like gold and jade, but its upper limit was only this much.

Transforming force and receiving swords, accepting all that comes, is a very high level of understanding, but the sword is used to influence the world.

From this perspective, Wuji is not very useful, so much so that it is not as useful as "The Sword Sacrifice Chapter of the Wind God and Rain Master".

That's why Tianmu asked this question.

Yan Feiqing actually answered.

He looked at Tianmu and said calmly, "Thank you for your guidance. What I just said was the result of my twenty years of sword cultivation."

Heavenly Mother is watching him, and hundreds of thousands of people are watching him too.

“But I don’t cultivate swordsmanship,” he said. “I cultivate immortality.”

"..."

Pei Ye was slightly taken aback.

Yan Feiqing released his grip, and the sword hovered beside his hand.

After four exchanges of blows, spiderweb-like cracks had appeared on the sword, a testament to the brutal force of the blows.

Now he has let go of it.

The pure energy originates from the five internal organs, emanates from the dantian, passes through the heart and lungs, and manifests in his eyes.

Then, his limbs and torso, his long hair swaying without wind, and drops of blood on his face and clothes rose and disappeared into the pure air. Yan Feiqing opened his palm, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to tremble slightly, responding to his summons.

Most people didn't react at first; they just stared in disbelief at this amazing scene. The man's appearance hadn't changed, but a certain ethereal quality emanated from him.

But very few people recognized it.

Ying Suyu paused for a moment, then his pupils contracted slightly, while the other two Taoist elders suddenly stood up.

Tianmu didn't recognize him yet. She gently stroked her arm, which was no longer sore from the shock, and floated up again, her long, gleaming sword pointing straight at Yan Feiqing's throat.

Yan Feiqing did not move, or perhaps his body was still in pain from the shock and broken bones. He opened his lips and uttered a single word: "Thunder".

A ferocious white snake, several meters long and blazing white, suddenly appeared between the two!

Reflected in Tianmu's astonished pupils, it was even more dazzling than the blazing afternoon sun.

It came from behind Yan Feiqing, crashing straight into the longsword in front of him. The lightning iron sparked a burst of white and blue flames. Tianmu cried out in surprise, and the powerful true energy that echoed from the sword burst out and vanished together with the lightning.

Moreover, the sleeve on half of the forearm was charred and burned away, revealing white skin with burn marks.

It was only then that she recognized him, and looked at the indifferent young man in front of her with even greater astonishment.

The supreme Taoist text for ascending to immortality, the "Qingwei Yuanjiang Dafa".

The current leader of the Dao has cultivated the Dao for fifty-seven years, yet still has not attained enlightenment.

(End of this chapter)