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Chapter 72: Breeze Breaks Limits, Glorious Form

Seven days later.

"Woo——"

The breeze gently blows across the vast wilderness. Every time it blows, delicate green ripples appear on the sea of ​​​​green grass, which slowly spread out like water waves.

On a lonely hillside, there are two empty graves without tombstones, which looks particularly desolate.

A young figure in green clothes, with his eyes closed and a broken black sword tightly grasped in his hand, kneeled in front of the grave, as if he had merged into this world.

His world was silent.

He had been kneeling here for three whole days, with a myriad of thoughts and memories flooding in like a tide.

He recalled the happiest time at Beixuan College, where he discussed kendo with his teacher Zang Fengjian. Every confrontation made his swordsmanship advance by leaps and bounds.

At that time, Ding Ying would often come to disturb him. Although he seemed quite impatient every time, now when he recalled those little things, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a touch of warmth surged in his dead heart.

"Ning Wushuang" felt Afeng's emotions in the magic sword and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Fei Yan Shisan! You rely on your shocking swordsmanship to kill innocent people and treat human life as worthless. My brother was passing by and you killed him, leaving him bloody. Today, I swear to seek justice for my brother, even at my own cost!"

"Fei Yan Shisan, you devil! The blood debt of the Huang family, thirty-seven lives, this hatred is irreconcilable! Today, I will use your head to pay tribute to the dead souls of my Huang family!"

"If you don't quickly hand over your peerless sword skills and kneel down to beg for mercy, I may be able to spare your life!"

"Pay your life! You are such a sinner!"

At this moment, a sudden noise broke out, interrupting the warm memories in Afeng's heart. Behind him, a crowd of people, armed with swords, spears, and halberds, surged forward like a tide.

There were eight hundred sword disciples, all with fierce eyes, ready to choose someone to devour. Thirty entry-level swordsmen were full of vigor and sword intent, and there were four high-level swordsmen standing in front of the crowd.

A Feng remained silent, emitting a heart-pounding calmness.

At this moment, everyone around was silent, and no one dared to act rashly and attack the figure that was as silent as the abyss.

Without him.

In Ronghe County, too many top swordsmen have fallen at the hands of this figure's sword. The fierce murderous aura contained in his sword seems to not belong to the human world, but comes from the underworld.

A high-level swordsman hinted with his eyes, and in an instant, several sword disciples understood his meaning, drew their swords, leaped nimbly, and pointed their swords at the silent figure.

Swish!
Afeng turned around and drew the hidden sword in his hand, drawing a dazzling and solid sword arc in the air.

In a flash, after a few muffled sounds, several bodies fell powerlessly to the ground, blood slowly spread from the ground, and the bodies slowly crawled in it, like a sad and beautiful picture of hell.

The first time he killed someone with the Hidden Sword, his other two swords were broken.

"Hidden Sword——"

The high-level swordsman's eyes were fixed on the half-broken black blunt sword held tightly in Afeng's hand.

This sword turned out to be the third sword that Feiyan Shisan treasured the most mysteriously. What was unbelievable was that it was a broken sword.

Could it be that this is the secret behind the unrivaled strength of “Flying Swallow Thirteen”?
"Let's attack together. Even if the Sword Saint himself comes today, he will die here!" The high-level swordsman stood still, holding the sword and shouting.

In an instant, the shouting and killing sounds were like a tsunami, and the crowd surged as if to swallow Afeng completely.

Swish!
A Feng's face was calm, neither sad nor happy, and the sword flashed suddenly. Accompanied by a shrill scream, every swing of the sword meant the disappearance of a life. A Feng's figure flexibly shuttled among the crowd, like a ghost, erratic, and no one could catch his trajectory.

Although the Hidden Sword is not sharp, it can easily tear through the air with the power of a breeze.

The battle became more intense and cruel, with sword lights and blood intertwined, screams and the sound of metal collisions intertwined and echoed. Afeng was like a lone boat in the storm, even though it was surrounded by huge waves, it never sank.

Afeng's physical strength quickly dissipated during the fight.

"Huchi~huchi~"

After killing several more people, Afeng was already out of breath. He stood among the pile of corpses, with his hidden sword pointed diagonally at the ground. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his figure slender. The bodies of swordsmen were lying all around him, and their eyes still retained the fear of death, as well as deep confusion and puzzlement about Afeng's swordsmanship.

The smell of blood grew stronger in the wind. Afeng's clothes had already been stained with blood, so red that it was shocking. He could not tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

"He's exhausted, he can't hold on anymore!" Someone's legs were trembling, and he pointed at Afeng and shouted excitedly.

Ah Feng is indeed almost at the end of his rope.

After all, he was just a mortal body. After several rounds of fierce fighting and hundreds of life-and-death contests, his physical strength had long been drained. He stared at the setting sun in the sky with difficulty, feeling his vitality slipping through his fingers like fine sand.

"Teacher, Afeng has stopped here and can't help you with revenge." Afeng slowly closed his heavy eyelids, and the last sound disappeared in the breeze.

The Hidden Sword greedily devoured everything of A Feng, completing a qualitative leap, from a top-grade ordinary weapon to a "top-grade sharp weapon". On the pitch-black sword body, silver light like a spider web slowly cracked.

"We won, we won, the big demon is finally dead!"

The survivors cheered and hugged each other tightly, their faces filled with the joy of victory.

The four high-level swordsmen suppressed their fear and stepped forward to try to take away the "Cangfeng Sword" held tightly in the hand of "Fei Yan Shisan".

However, at this moment.

A light breeze blew past quietly, bringing with it an unusual chill.

The Hidden Sword trembled lightly in the wind, making a low and long sound. Feiyan Thirteen suddenly opened his eyes and sighed, "Alas——"

"He, he's not dead!"

Some people who witnessed this scene were terrified and collapsed to the ground as if they had seen a ghost.

woohoo-

The wind suddenly intensified, as if it was going to tear the world apart and swallow up everything.

The strong winds swirled and gathered wildly, gradually condensing into a huge tornado that covered the sky and the sun.

"Ning Wushuang" stood proudly in the center of the tornado, like a storm god, his hair flying wildly in the gale, and his clothes fluttering in the wind, making rustling sounds.

buzzing-

Silver-white light burst out from Ning Wushuang's body, wrapping him up layer by layer. With silver hair, silver eyebrows, and silver eyes, he looked like a god descended from heaven. The Hidden Edge Sword changed from its original inky black to a dazzling silver-white color.

At this moment, he surpassed his limits and merged with the storm of "Breath of the Wild".

Breeze Breathing Technique·Breaking Limits——Glorious Form.

Suffocating wind!!
"Woo-"

As the whale roared, the weaker swordsmen were swept into the violent storm like fallen leaves.

"Harmony between man and nature?! Ancient Sword Saint?!" Under the raging wind, the four high-level swordsmen swayed uncontrollably, their faces filled with fear.

"Do not--"

In just a few breaths, they were ruthlessly swallowed by the storm. As the storm dissipated, only bloody wreckage was left in the wilderness.

[Afeng's body turned into dust, and the half-broken silver sword lost its brilliance, lonesomely inserted diagonally on the hillside.]

[In March, a major event in Dongzhou, the four high-ranking swordsmen and eight hundred swordsmen from the eight great families of Ronghe County coveted the peerless swordsmanship of "Demon Swordsman Feiyan Thirteen".]

[Finally, an epic battle took place in "Breath of the Wilderness". A swordsman realized the true meaning and activated the remaining divine power of "Sky-breaking Dragon Whale" and "Godwind Sword Master". A storm covered the sky, and both sides perished.]

[No one survived at the scene.]

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(End of this chapter)