The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 447: Diverting trouble to the east
With a sword strike, Yang Dian unleashed a white rainbow, defying frost and snow, moving like a divine steed flashing past a crack, or a gazelle leaping over a cliff, instantly arriving before Zhao Ti.

Huh? So fast! Zhao Ti moved swiftly to the side, and the sword, like a silver snake, vanished in an instant.

What? The Four Extremes Flowing Light Step? This kid really knows the Four Illumination Divine Skill. Could he be the murderer, with no one else behind him?
The Yang family members, young and old, exclaimed in surprise as they watched Zhao Ti's figure dart around like flowing light. The Four Extremes Flowing Light Step is a complementary light skill to the Four Illumination Divine Skill. If one is not qualified to learn the Four Illumination Divine Skill, then one will not know this kind of footwork. Conversely, if one knows the Four Extremes Flowing Light Step, then one will definitely know the Four Illumination Divine Skill.

Yang Dian's sword missed its mark. He withdrew his body, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and stood holding his sword.

"You really know the Four Illuminations Technique? Where did you learn it? This technique is a secret of my Yang family, passed down to sons but not daughters, to elite disciples, not to those with ordinary talent. Outsiders could never know it. How did you learn it?"
"How do I learn it?" Zhao Ti laughed heartily: "It's a family tradition. Does that mean only your Yang family is allowed to have this skill, but my family isn't?"

"A family heirloom..." Yang Dian lightly stroked the snow-white blade of the longsword with his index and middle fingers and snorted, "Are you a member of the royal family? Only the royal family besides the Yang family would have such a feat. It is impossible for it to exist outside the royal family."

"The royal family?" Zhao Ti remained noncommittal, mimicking Yang Dian by stroking the sword blank from bottom to top with two fingers. He found the gesture to be exquisite, displaying both extraordinary demeanor and a subtle killing intent, making it utterly unrestrained.

"You don't look like a member of the royal family. Could it be that one of my Yang family members leaked this skill, or... are you actually a member of my Yang family, disguising yourself to harm the family?" Yang Dian said calmly, with an expression that said, "I've seen through your identity."

"Hahaha, I am a member of the Yang family?" Zhao Ti remained noncommittal, stroking the spine of his sword.

“But the old servant who died was injured by Zhongcheng’s Four Illuminations Divine Skill, and not just Zhongcheng. He may have been immersed in it for many years. Although you know this skill and your swordsmanship is not bad, the murderer may not necessarily be you!” Yang Dian continued, “It should be the person who passed on the Four Illuminations Divine Skill to you. This person should be a member of my Yang family or the royal family. As for whether you are either of them, it is still in doubt.”

"Is that so?" Zhao Ti didn't continue the conversation. His eyes gleamed as he watched Yang Dian's subtle movements. These movements had nothing to do with martial arts, but they were extremely perfect, domineering, and eye-catching, showcasing his extraordinary demeanor.

It seems that Yang Dian pays a lot of attention to these details. He seems to be deliberately trying to portray himself as a god of war and a god of swordsmanship. This is why he imitates the seventh brother of the Yang family in white clothes and a white sword. White clothes and a white sword are indeed good and stylish. But even if they look good and are impressive, in the end, it still depends on whether he has real skills.

Zhao Ti thought to himself that the other party was very strange. He was arrogant and conceited to an extreme, extremely narcissistic, and even a bit old-fashioned. Otherwise, he wouldn't have done these things.

"Hmm? Why are you repeatedly copying my movements? Are these movements useful to you?" Yang Dian's gaze fell on Zhao Ti's hands, watching him rub the sword blank with two fingers and make the same carefree shrug on his shoulders as he did, and he couldn't help but get angry.

“These moves are good, I’ll take them. If there are any extras, please demonstrate them so I can learn to use them one by one,” Zhao Ti said with a smile.

"You..." Yang Dian's tone turned icy cold, and a burst of energy suddenly swirled around him. Zhao Ti didn't know what kind of technique it was, but he felt a slight chill.

"These are moves that only those who have reached the pinnacle of martial arts can use. They are the result of my years of collecting, experiencing, and refining. How can you use them so casually? Do you have the pinnacle of martial arts? Are you worthy of these moves? These belong to me. If you look at them, learn them, and use them, wouldn't that be stealing?" Yang Dian immediately roared in anger.

“When I return, I will also wear a white robe and a white sword, and wear a jade belt. It’s just that your pendant is not quite right. Why is it green? A single green dot in a thousand piles of snow is too ugly. I will change it to a white pendant to better suit the demeanor of my Sword God.” Zhao Ti said quite seriously.

"You!" Yang Dian roared in fury upon hearing this: "Boy, how did you become the Sword God?"

Zhao Ti raised the black sword blank in his hand: "My swordsmanship is as high as the mountains, invincible in the world. A master is lonely, as lonely as snow. Who else could I be but the Sword God? It is a pity that many unscrupulous people in the world always want to impersonate the Sword God, deceive the world and steal the title. It is really infuriating and hateful."

Anyway, no one knows who he is. Seeing his own face, he can boast as much as he can, just to spite Yang Dian.

"You dare call yourself the Sword God?" Yang Dian trembled all over: "What makes you think you're the Sword God?"

"Where is it?" Zhao Ti raised the sword embryo in his hand: "This is it. With this sword, I can ascend to the heavens and descend into the azure sky, questioning all the injustices of the world and slaying all the bad people in the world!"

Yang Dian's eyes widened immediately: "Ascend to the heavens, descend to the azure sky, question all the injustices of the world, and slay all the bad guys in the world? Good, good words! These words are mine now, this Sword God wants them. From now on, only I can use them, and no one else is allowed to use them!"

"Oh?" Zhao Ti's expression froze upon hearing this, and he was somewhat amused and exasperated. He thought to himself, "Besides clothing and actions, why do you even need lines? You're so shallow and tasteless!"
"These are my words, why should I let you use them? If you dare to use them, I'll spread the word all day that Yang Dian of the Yang family stole my opening poem!"

"Steal your opening poem? You little rascal, you must have read quite a few storybooks. No wonder you could come up with such words. How can you imitate my actions and still accuse me of stealing your words? You, you stop rubbing the sword with two fingers. You don't even have a sword. What are you rubbing there for? Your movements are not standard at all!" Yang Dian said coldly, his face as cold as ice.

“Because I am the God of Swords, I can use whatever I want, whatever my clothes, actions, poems, or lyrics.” Zhao Ti said, “I hold the sun and moon in my hands and pluck the stars from the sky; there is no one like me in this world. I tread on yin and yang to determine the fate of the world. I have been the most respected since ancient times. I can use it, so what right do you have to use it?”

"Huh?" Yang Dian's eyes widened like eggs at this moment: "Holding the sun and moon in my hands and plucking stars from the sky, there is no one like me in the world. I tread on yin and yang and determine the universe. I have been the supreme one since ancient times? Fine, fine, I want this sentence too, I want it too!"

"Hmm?" Zhao Ti suppressed a laugh: "I already told everyone that you weren't going. If you say it again, everyone will know that you're just imitating others and making a fool of yourself."

"Hmph, I don't care!" Yang Dian's eyes flashed continuously: "If I capture you today, everything will be mine to use and own. From now on, all these poems will come from the mouth of me, the Sword God Yang Dian. Who in the world will remember you then!"

"Oh?" Zhao Ti shook his head: "Easy for you to say, but you'll have to ask it if it agrees."

He shook the sword embryo in his hand, and the dark iron piece immediately emitted a "buzzing" sound, which sounded like a mournful cry, unlike any human sound.

Zhao Ti was taken aback by the sudden sound. Before, when he activated his internal energy, the sword embryo made a dull sound like cast iron. Now, it had changed to this strange tone.
"Alright, then I'll see what power this piece of junk has!" Yang Dian was also surprised when he heard this, but his long sword remained unaffected, and with a white arc, he thrust it forward.

Zhao Ti slipped, dodging the sword, and then used his sword to slash to the side, unleashing a move that parted the clouds to reveal the sun.

He cannot use the Peach Blossom Sword Technique; he only has some sword skills that are not considered advanced, which he learned from Lin Meng, as well as sword moves he obtained from the Sima family's young lady.

The Sima family girl didn't have many sword moves, only three or five. After all, her opponent's swordsmanship was very exquisite, and it was difficult to master it after just one look. However, among these moves was a Great Bright Sword.

After the girl tested him, she used this Great Bright Sword Technique, which was said to be the Sima family's ultimate skill. Its variations were extremely complex, reflecting a white light and possessing an indestructible power. He memorized it by rote and constantly deduced its effects, finally managing to use one of the moves. Although he didn't know if it matched the original sword technique's movement path, the white light it emitted suggested it was very close, or at least slightly different, or perhaps even completely identical.

At this moment, he first used the sword technique he obtained from Lin Meng. Although the moves were easy to use and there weren't many variations, under his return to simplicity and true sword intent, Yang Dian had no choice but to defend and block with his sword, unable to launch a counterattack.

The two clashed in the blink of an eye, and the arena instantly became obscured, with only two flickering lights and shadows. Sword energy sliced ​​through the green grass on the ground, and even the leaves above were shot down, as if a green rain had fallen.

While fighting, Zhao Ti carefully observed Yang Dian's swordsmanship. The opponent's swordsmanship was extremely exquisite and fast, and also domineering and awe-inspiring. It was like thunderbolts that came and went like clear water in the ocean, with a majestic and overwhelming, invincible momentum.

The sword techniques he had learned from Lin Meng were clearly insufficient. He could only rely on his powerful internal energy to suppress the situation, and then use the Return to Simplicity sword intent to resist. His counterattacks were easily broken by his opponent, and he gradually began to struggle.

It seems that Yang Dian's swordsmanship is not just boasting. Although the title of "Sword God" is nonsense, he is indeed hard to beat. Especially considering that he said he has only been learning swordsmanship for a little over three months, if he is not exaggerating, he is indeed a genius.

Zhao Ti parried each move, focusing more on dodging than attacking, and was gradually forced to retreat by his opponent.

It's a pity they can't use the Peach Blossom Sword Technique, otherwise it would be hard to say who would be stronger. But if they only use Lin Meng's sword techniques, they would definitely lose.

Or should we try out the tricks we learned from the Sima family's young lady? Although shifting blame is not exactly honorable, there are no fixed rules in warfare, just as water has no fixed shape. What we learn is meant to be used. We must put it to use when the time is right. We cannot be rigid, think things through, or hesitate. Otherwise, how can we win battles and defeat the enemy?
Thinking of this, Zhao Ti suddenly shouted, "Your swordsmanship is quite good, I'm going to use my killing move to defeat you!"

"A killing move?" Yang Dian sneered, "I don't see any killing moves you have. You just keep using clumsy swordsmanship. If it weren't for your strong internal energy, you would have been defeated long ago!"

"You know I have great inner strength, so why don't you quickly drop your sword and surrender? Maybe I can spare your life!" Zhao Ti laughed loudly, and with a sword strike, he charged straight at Yang Dian with the force of thunder.

This sword strike was not the Great Bright Sword Technique, but it was the same one used by the young woman from the Sima family. Its follow-up moves were extremely varied and almost flawless. However, the one used by Zhao Ti was different from the one used by the young woman from the Sima family. His internal strength was more than one, two, three, or five times that of the young woman. It was simply exquisite and extremely fierce.

"Finally using your own sword technique, let me see..." Yang Dian smiled smugly, but then his expression suddenly hardened, and his tone became somewhat puzzled: "This is..."

He swung his white rainbow sword, parrying and slashing, and took two steps back to dodge the attack, his face contorted with rage: "What are you doing...?"

Zhao Ti didn't allow him to speak, and then unleashed his second sword strike, followed by the third and fourth, forcing Yang Dian to retreat several feet away.

At this moment, the white-clad man in the Yang family shouted loudly, "Sixth Brother, something's wrong! He's using the Sima family's swordsmanship!"

"Useless! I saw through you a long time ago, did you need to tell me?" Yang Dian asked in bewilderment, "Kid, are you from the Sima family? How do you know my Yang family's Four Illuminations Divine Skill? Who secretly passed it on to you?"

Zhao Ti chuckled and said, "Enough with the nonsense, witness my Great Bright Sword Technique!"

"What? The Great Bright Sword Technique? You're an elite member of the Sima family?" Yang Dian was taken aback upon hearing this, and the other members of the Yang family behind him were also shocked, whispering among themselves.

The Great Bright Sword Technique is the core secret art of the Sima family, and it cannot be taught to anyone other than the direct descendants and elites.

Behind his veil, Zhao Ti's lips curled into a slight smile as he proclaimed, "The night ends, light begins; light arrives!"

This resounding sound seemed not to come from his mouth, but from the sky above.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Ti's sword shone brightly with dazzling white light, his body almost completely enveloped in the light, and he thrust his sword towards Yang Dian.

The white light was as intense as the sun, stirring the air on both sides and making an astonishing hissing sound. The surrounding vegetation was instantly shredded by the sword energy, and an unusually violent rain of green seemed to fall from above the big tree behind. But as soon as the leaf fragments entered the white light, they disappeared, as if melted by the light.

This sword strike was more than ten times more powerful than the one used by the young woman from the Sima family that day. If the young woman from the Sima family was like a candle flame, then Zhao Ti's sword strike was like the bright moon in the sky.

"Ah!" Yang Dian immediately frowned. What a powerful sword strike! This sword strike came straight at him, like a meteor, or even faster than a meteor. There was no way to dodge it; he could only block it head-on.

The internal force imbued in the sword was stronger than before, clearly indicating that the opponent had not used their full strength at all.

"You must be a core disciple of the Sima family!" Yang Dian roared, his white rainbow sword meeting the attack head-on. But a series of clanging sounds rang out, and the snow-white sword was shattered in the blink of an eye. He immediately retreated rapidly.

But Zhao Ti's sword still had momentum, like a maggot clinging to a bone, it continued to point forward. Then Yang Dian shouted, and since he had no weapon in his hand, he raised his palm and slammed it forward.

Suddenly, a four-colored palm wind appeared from his palm, as if divine light had been born, and headed towards Zhao Ti.

"Use internal energy?" Zhao Ti laughed heartily, "I'm afraid you're even less capable of competing in internal energy!"

He instantly sheathed his sword and struck out with his palm, the palm wind emanating from it in four colors, but slightly more intense than Yang Dian's.

In the blink of an eye, a deafening explosion resounded, shaking the earth and tearing the ground apart. Sand and stones flew everywhere, and vegetation tumbled about, as if fire had fallen from the sky and a dragon had turned over in the earth.

After the explosion, Zhao Ti remained motionless, while Yang Dian plummeted backward like a kite with a broken string...

(End of this chapter)