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Yi Huawei took advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy, his steps were as fast as a rainstorm, his sword followed him without any delay, and he took advantage of the situation to perform the famous "Three Deadly Swords in a Chain" of Huashan swordsmanship.

The first to be hit was the "Sword Intercepting Style". Yi Huawei exerted force with his right arm and slashed the long sword horizontally at such a fast speed that only a silver light was left, and it accurately hit Luo Renjie's sword. With a crisp "clang" sound, Luo Renjie only felt his arm shake, and the offensive was instantly cut off, and the whole person was shocked back half a step.

Immediately afterwards, Yi Huawei did not stop, but rushed towards Hong Renxiong in one step, turned his wrist, and thrust the sword straight out. Hong Renxiong was unable to dodge and watched the tip of the sword go straight to his wrist. With a "puff" sound, his wrist was hit. In pain, his fingers loosened and the sword fell to the ground with a "clang".

The third sword "Sword Swinging" followed, Yi Huawei's body rose high, and with the momentum of the forward charge, the sword turned with his body, drawing a half-moon-shaped sword energy. Hou Renying and Yu Renhao hurriedly raised their swords to block, but were shaken by the powerful force, and staggered back, their arms numb and sore. The sword formation carefully arranged by the "Four Beauties of Qingcheng" was now in chaos.

How could Yi Huawei miss such a great opportunity? He leaped up, activated the Zixia magic power in his body to its full potential, held the sword in both hands, raised it high above his head, and then chopped it down fiercely, using his last powerful move "Heaven and Earth Live Together".

In an instant, majestic sword energy surged out like a surging wave, with a whistling sound, and slammed towards the "Four Beauties of Qingcheng".

"Ahhhhhh~~"

The four men were unable to dodge and were hit by the overwhelming sword energy. Their chests felt as if they were hit by heavy hammers. They all fell to the ground, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths. They could not hold the swords in their hands and completely lost the strength to fight again.

Yi Huawei sheathed his sword with quick and decisive movements. He quickly walked to Linghu Chong's side and leaned over to help him up. "Big Brother, are you okay?"

"Junior brother...you..."

Linghu Chong raised his head and looked at Yi Huawei, his eyes full of shock and undisguised envy. The words came to his lips, but he didn't know where to start.

Yi Huawei had no time to respond to Linghu Chong's complicated expression. Instead, he stared straight at Yu Yanjie and said coldly:
"Mr. Yu, this behavior is not in line with the Qingcheng Sect's manners. We are here under the order of our master to resolve old grievances and mend relations with the Qingcheng Sect, but you are deliberately making things difficult for us. What is your intention?"

Yu Yanjie covered his chest, his face was pale, his chest heaving violently, he glared at Yi Huawei fiercely, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "You!"

Just as he was about to say something harsh, he couldn't help coughing. Every time he coughed, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this time, footsteps were heard in the distance. It turned out that several disciples of Qingcheng Sect hurried over after hearing the sound of fighting.

Seeing the miserable situation in the courtyard, especially the miserable appearance of their fellow disciples, their faces suddenly changed. One of the brave disciples shouted at Yi Huawei: "How dare you act wildly in our Qingcheng Sect? Wait for your punishment!"

Yi Huawei glanced at him and said, "The truth will be judged by the public. If you want to confuse right and wrong, Huashan will not be manipulated by others."

Although these disciples were angry, they were afraid of the skills Yi Huawei had just displayed, and did not dare to step forward rashly. They just surrounded Yu Yanjie and the "Four Beauties of Qingcheng". Some were busy checking on their injuries, while others ran to report to the headmaster Yu Canghai.

Ignoring the shouting Qingcheng disciples, Yi Huawei carried Linghu Chong back to the woodshed.

As soon as he entered the room, he laid Linghu Chong flat on the simple wooden bed. After squatting down and checking him, Yi Huawei breathed a sigh of relief and dug out the medicine from his bag. He first poured out a black pill, gently lifted Linghu Chong up, and let the pill roll down Linghu Chong's throat. Then he tore open a strip of cloth, dipped some herbal ointment, and methodically wiped the abrasions on Linghu Chong's skin.

Yue Lingshan stamped her feet anxiously, looking at Linghu Chong's bruised face, and shouted: "The Qingcheng Sect is really too much. When I go back and tell my father, I will teach them a lesson. Do they really think we are afraid of the Qingcheng Sect?"

While Yi Huawei bandaged Linghu Chong's wounds skillfully, he said calmly, "When an enemy comes, we will fight him with our troops; when a flood comes, we will block it with earth. They were the first to provoke trouble without reason and speak ill of us. If we really want to argue, we are right. However, we still have to be on guard against their hidden evildoings."

Linghu Chong recovered and said with some shame, "It's all my fault. I lost my temper and got into conflict with them, causing trouble for everyone."

Yi Huawei patted his shoulder and said, "Don't say that. They are obviously looking for trouble on purpose. Just focus on healing your wounds first. I will take care of the rest."

On the other side, Yu Canghai stood in the hall, looking at the miserable state of Yu Yanjie and his four disciples, his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out. With his hands behind his back, he paced back and forth, and every step was filled with suppressed anger.

He has always protected his own son and his favorite disciple being beaten like this, in his opinion, it was a blatant provocation from the Huashan Sect. He immediately ordered the disciples of the sect to be gathered, and the group rushed towards the woodshed in a mighty and aggressive manner.

Before he even reached the door, Yu Canghai shouted at the top of his voice: "Huashan Sect, get out here! Why did you hurt my Qingcheng disciples?"

When Yi Huawei heard the shouting, he stood up, winked at Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan, indicating that they should stay inside the house. He then straightened his clothes and went out steadily to deal with the situation.

Yi Huawei stepped out of the woodshed steadily, and when he looked up he saw Yu Canghai standing in the courtyard with a gloomy face, surrounded by a group of Qingcheng Sect disciples, all of whom looked indignant.

Yi Huawei took two steps forward, clasped his fists and saluted with full courtesy. He showed no fear at all and said in a clear voice, "Master Yu, I have heard a lot about you."

Yu Canghai snorted coldly, his eyes slashing at Yi Huawei like a knife: "Don't bother with this empty formality! I want to ask you, why did you hurt my Qingcheng disciple?"

Yi Huawei straightened up, looked at him calmly, and said slowly: "Master Yu, what you said is putting the cart before the horse. We came to Qingcheng Sect on the order of our master, with the sincere intention of reconciling the two sects and resolving old grievances. Who would have thought that the four disciples of your sect would first fight with my senior brother for no reason, without any regard for the etiquette of the martial arts world."

At this point, Yi Huawei frowned slightly and emphasized his tone: "What's even worse is that they also spoke ill of us and openly insulted the head of Huashan Sect. If you were headmaster Yu, how could you tolerate such behavior?"

Yu Canghai frowned, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face, but he still refuted forcefully: "Humph, it's just a fight between juniors, why do you have to make a big deal out of it! But you beat them so badly, and you were so cruel, don't you take my Qingcheng Sect seriously?"

Yi Huawei's expression did not change, and he responded neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Master Yu, if it was just an ordinary fight, I would not intervene. But they were ruthless and clearly wanted to seriously injure my brother's life. How could I sit back and watch? Besides, I was just defending myself and I was careful when I attacked. Otherwise... Hehe~,"

Staring at Yi Huawei, Yu Canghai's eyes became more and more fierce: "You little brat, you are so eloquent! In my Qingcheng territory, you injured my son and my favorite student, and you still tried to argue. Do you really think I can forgive you so easily?"

Yi Huawei smiled and said in a deep voice: "Master Yu, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. The right and wrong are clear at a glance. If you insist on being biased today and hold me accountable without asking any questions, then you will truly disregard the friendship between the two sects. You also know that once this matter becomes a big deal, there will be public opinion in the martial arts world. By then, the reputation of the Qingcheng Sect will be affected. I still say that we came here to make peace. If it can be handled properly, the two sects will work together in the future, which will be a good thing for both sides. If you insist on fighting, then the result is probably not what you and I want to see."

Yu Canghai was so angry at these words that his chest heaved violently. He had been in the martial arts world for many years, so how could he tolerate being "taught a lesson" by a junior? He shouted angrily: "Shut up! Today's matter will never end peacefully. If you have anything to say, wait until I hit you with a few palms!"

Before he finished speaking, his palms were already ready to strike, his aura suddenly rose, and he stomped his feet hard on the bluestone slab. With a "crack", the slab actually cracked into several fine lines, and debris flew everywhere.

In an instant, Yu Canghai turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Yi Huawei, so fast that only a residual image was left. He raised both palms at the same time, the muscles in his palms were tense, and his arms were dancing wildly like windmills.

For a moment, palm shadows rushed out from in front of him, layer upon layer, a dark mass of palm shadows with a sharp whistle, rushing towards Yi Huawei. Each palm wind was like a sharp blade, cutting the air, making a sharp "chi chi" sound, scraping the face of others painfully. This "Breaking Wave Palm" is the superior skill of the Qingcheng Sect. Yu Canghai has been immersed in it for decades and has practiced it to perfection. The power is enough to split mountains and rocks.

Yi Huawei stood firmly with his feet, his eyes locked on Yu Canghai's attack, and when the overwhelming palm shadows approached, he suddenly turned his body, and his steps took a strange and exquisite trajectory. It seemed to move randomly, but in fact it was in line with the eight trigrams, and he moved ingeniously between the palm shadows, as if he was strolling in his own garden.

At the same time, he secretly activated the Zixia magic art and could clearly feel the internal force surging from his dantian, like a boiling hot current, rushing along his meridians. His sleeves were rustling in the sound of this internal force, and his whole body seemed to be covered by an invisible shield.

"Master Yu, I'm sorry!"

Just when Yu Canghai's fierce attack showed signs of fatigue and there was a gap, Yi Huawei's right arm muscles tensed up instantly, and his right hand shot out like lightning. With a crisp "clang" sound, the sword instantly broke free from the scabbard, and a dazzling cold light flashed. The blade, with a tremendous force, pierced Yu Canghai's throat. The force was so fast and fierce that it didn't give the opponent any chance to breathe.

Yu Canghai was secretly shocked. The young man's reaction speed was much faster than he expected. He did not dare to hesitate at all. He twisted his waist suddenly, and his entire upper body leaned back at an extremely strange angle, like a flexible snake, narrowly avoiding the fatal sword. Then, using the inertia of leaning back, his legs swung rapidly and alternately in the air, and he did a neat backflip and landed steadily on the ground several feet away.

"Good boy! Look at the sword!"

The moment he landed, he drew out the sword from his waist with his backhand, and shook his wrist holding the sword lightly, infusing his internal force into it. The sword blade instantly turned into several lights and shadows, which were difficult to distinguish. These lights and shadows were like falling meteors, piercing Yi Huawei's vital points from different directions and angles. The sword wind cut through the air, making a sharp and piercing "hissing" sound. It was the terrifying killing move "Luan Xing Stab" in Qingcheng Swordsmanship.

Yi Huawei's expression was stern, without any panic, and the long sword in his hand instantly formed several sword flowers. The sword flowers bloomed brilliantly, colliding with the incoming sword shadows, and for a while, the sound of ding-dong was endless, and sparks flew everywhere.

Seeing that the attack was unsuccessful, Yi Huawei's eyes flashed and he suddenly changed his tactics. He took a big step forward with his left leg, leaned forward, and raised the long sword from bottom to top quickly. The internal force was continuously poured into it, and the sword body hummed like a dragon's roar. This sword contained an incomparable force, which directly swept away all of Yu Canghai's sword moves. The remaining force was not dissipated, and the momentum was not reduced. It went straight to Yu Canghai's face, and the wind from the sword blew Yu Canghai's hair wildly.

While Yu Canghai was swaying and taking a little time to dodge, Yi Huawei slapped out with his left palm. This palm was wrapped with the surging purple inner force, and there was a faint light flickering in the palm, as if there was a blazing star hidden. The palm wind whistled past, and the disciples watching the battle around felt a strong force coming at them, as if they were hit by a heavy hammer. They unconsciously stepped back several steps, and some even lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Yu Canghai had no way to avoid it, so he could only hold his sword across his chest and take the blow head on. There was a loud bang, as if a huge bell was struck by a heavy hammer, which made everyone's ears buzz and their heads dizzy. Both of them were shocked and took several steps back. Yi Huawei felt a tingling sensation in his arm, as if he was hit by an electric current. He was secretly surprised by Yu Canghai's deep and powerful internal strength. Yu Canghai's chest was also filled with blood, and a sweet and fishy taste surged into his throat. He forced himself to swallow it, and looked at Yi Huawei with more fear, not expecting this young man to have such ability.

After a short breath, the two of them pounced on each other again.

Yu Canghai used an unconventional sword move, focusing on attacking Yi Huawei's lower body. His footsteps were agile, like a ghost walking at night, erratic. The blade of the sword slashed at Yi Huawei's feet close to the ground, trying to disrupt his pace and leave him no room for maneuver.

Yi Huawei's sword moved with his body, and his feet moved as if he was performing a delicate dance, with every step being just right. He accurately counterattacked with the long sword in his hand, and from time to time he cleverly used the sword to knock Yu Canghai's sword away, using the rebound force to find the opponent's flaws. For a while, the sound of metal colliding could be heard everywhere.

After dozens of rounds, the courtyard was already dusty, and the internal force stirred the branches and leaves of the surrounding flowers, plants and trees to dance wildly. Petals and leaves fell rustlingly, as if it was a colorful rain of leaves. Yi Huawei took a deep breath when Yu Canghai took a breath, and his chest swelled up.

"drink!"

Then he shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, shocking everyone in the field. He concentrated the purple cloud magic power on the tip of the sword, and then thrust it out with all his strength. This sword was like a long rainbow piercing the sun, with great momentum. The internal force on the sword was whistling, and it was unstoppable. The air seemed to be ignited wherever it passed, and it was so hot that people dared not look directly at it.

Yu Canghai sensed the fatal crisis, his face suddenly changed, and he immediately mobilized all his strength. The essence of Qingcheng swordsmanship was fully displayed, the sword body danced wildly, and instantly turned into an airtight barrier. The sword shadows overlapped, and it was difficult to distinguish one from another. Only a cold light could be seen, as if a sword barrier had been built. With a loud "clang", the two swords intersected, and the huge impact force spread in a circular shape to the surroundings.

Everyone watching the fight covered their ears and eyes, and some were even knocked to the ground in disarray. When the smoke and dust cleared, Yi Huawei and Yu Canghai were seen standing opposite each other, each holding a sword. Yu Canghai was already panting, with beads of sweat on his forehead, but he still refused to show weakness.

The two men were in a stalemate for a moment, and Yi Huawei spoke first: "Master Yu, today's fight could have been avoided. We came here with sincerity, but we were treated so harshly. If you insist on doing this, it will not be wise for the two factions to become enemies."

Yu Canghai snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense! You hurt my son and disciples in my Qingcheng territory. If I don't take you down today, how can my Qingcheng keep its reputation?"

After saying that, he swung his sword again, and his sword moves became more and more fierce and crazy, as if he wanted to pour all his grievances and anger into this sword.

"Then don't blame me for being presumptuous!"

A cold light flashed in Yi Huawei's eyes. He took a deep breath and channeled his internal energy into the sword. The sword in his hand hummed, and his sword moves became more and more fierce and fantastic. The internal energy on the sword was like surging waves, one wave after another.

Yu Canghai was unwilling to be outdone, and he suppressed the surging blood and qi in his body, and used the best skills of Qingcheng Sect one after another. His body was erratic, and he moved freely among the sword shadows, and he could find opportunities to counterattack from time to time. His sword moves carried the unique feminine power of Qingcheng Mountain, seemingly soft, but hidden murderous intent, and he always stabbed at Yi Huawei's vital points, so Yi Huawei did not dare to be careless.

After dozens of rounds, Yi Huawei saw the moment when Yu Canghai's old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, and he rose several feet high, flipped in the air, and slashed with his sword from top to bottom with all his strength. This sword gathered all his strength, and the blade was wrapped with the majestic power of Zixia Magic Art, like a giant axe that split the sky, and slashed directly at Yu Canghai.

"what!!"

Yu Canghai tried his best to hold his sword to block, but he felt an irresistible force pressing down on him.

With a "crack", the sword in his hand broke. The aftershock force knocked him out and he fell heavily on the ground several meters away. He struggled for a few times but failed to get up, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

(End of this chapter)