One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 79: 78: Life and Death

This news spread back to the mountain. Some foundation-building cultivators in the mountain came to see it, but no higher-level people came to stop it.

It seemed like the news only spread to the foundation-building level.

Zhao Fuyun arrived at the Wushuang stage.

There was a host at Wushuang Stage, sitting on an old chair, and he looked very old.

After looking at Zhao Fuyun and Zheng Wei, he half sneered and half sighed: "Young people just don't take their own lives seriously. When you reach my age, you will know that living one more day is a luxury. Every day you live, you will see your lifespan reduced by one day."

Zhao Fuyun didn't say anything. Zheng Wei was listening carefully to what Xu Yacheng said in his ear.

"Name." asked the old man at the main stage.

"Zhao Fuyun." Zhao Fuyun said.

"Zheng Wei." Zheng Wei also answered.

Next, the old man at the main stage was seen writing something on a piece of paper with a pen.

Some people slowly gathered under the Wushuang stage, and some even flew over from the Tiandu Mountain.

Duels to the death are still rare in recent years, and most of them are fought quietly or suddenly, and rarely happen on the actual stage. So after hearing the news, many people came to watch.

Zhao Fuyun did not go to see if there was anyone he knew. He knew there must be someone, after all, he had been practicing here for so many years. But he did not go to see so as not to affect his mood.

At this moment, he heard someone shouting, "Brother."

When I looked back, it was Yang Liuqing, Yang Liuqing who was still in the lower courtyard.

Zhao Fuyun frowned slightly and did not answer, but his eyes were asking him what he was doing up here.

He walked over quickly, with his back to Zheng Wei, took out a small folded note, handed it over, and left without saying anything.

Zhao Fuyun took it and opened it. It read: "Golden Feather Flying Sword, Golden Light Umbrella, Wind-Slashing Sword Technique."

Yang Liuqing's originally silent and dull face now showed a hint of worry.

This note was suddenly stopped by a strange cultivator and handed to him. He only took a glance at it and knew that this must be the message from Zheng Wei's cultivation.

At this time, they heard the voice of the old man on the main stage.

"Today, Zhao Fuyun and Zheng Wei, two people with hatred as deep as the sea, are sworn enemies. On the Wushuang stage, they fight to the death. I hereby inform the world that when one person dies, the hatred will be eliminated."

The words were brief, but as soon as they were spoken, there was a strong smell of blood.

The talisman in Zhao Fuyun's dantian was swaying like smoke, as if it was encountering wind.

He stood there, calming himself down, the note turning to ashes in his hands.

Even if there was nothing written on the note, he could guess that the other party had built his foundation with gold energy, and his magic weapon must be a flying sword or something like that, because just now in the Yinchai Courtyard, when the magic power collided, he felt the sharpness of the other party's magic power.

He didn't know what the golden umbrella was, but thought it was a protective weapon.

He had never seen the Wind-Cutting Sword Technique, but judging from the name, it should be a sword technique that is good at breaking protective magic power.

The two stood on each side of the platform.

The surface beneath your feet is extremely hard.

Zheng Wei on the opposite side was also silent. Facing death was not an easy thing for anyone. No matter how confident one was before the decision, standing on the stage with so many people watching that only one of them could survive, one would inevitably feel uneasy.

"Decision!" the old man shouted.

For some reason, the old man, who was full of sighs and pity and regret for the early death of a young life before, was so excited at this moment. He seemed to want to see the light of life bloom for the last time in front of him.

Zheng Wei put his right hand in his sleeve, and after saying the word "Jue", he quickly pulled his hand out, and a flash of sword light flashed out as he swung his hand.

The sword light entered the air and moved in an arc, first rising to a high place and then falling down. It was like an invisible person holding up the sword and then slashing it down. This was the Wind-Slashing Sword Technique.

Every strike was powerful and striking.

When the sword light fell, it actually brought up a white light, like a heavy axe chopping down.

Below the stage, Yang Liuqing, Wen Bo and Wen Xun were so nervous that their hearts were about to jump out. They had a certain understanding of Zhao Fuyun, but their understanding was still limited to Wu Ze. They knew that Zhao Fuyun's fire magic was very strong, but in a head-on fight, the art of wielding a sword had always been the most likely to win and was one of the top three skills in the fight.

There was complete silence all around, because everyone knew that often times, a fight of life and death was a matter of just a moment.

The sword light was like a huge axe chopping down.

Zhao Fuyun's body moved, like a spirit fish in danger, and he moved suddenly, and at the same time he waved his hand towards the falling sword light.

A ball of red mysterious light emerged from under his sleeves. The mysterious light was like wind and also like a dragon. The sword light that was about to fall on him seemed to be blown away by the red wind. Zhao Fuyun approached Zheng Wei quickly like a swimming fish.

Zheng Wei's heart tightened, and he threw up another ball of golden light in his hand. The golden light expanded and turned into an umbrella. The umbrella was made of pure gold, and various gems were inlaid on the umbrella surface. It shed golden light and enveloped it.

The sword outside is for attack, and the umbrella above the head is for defense.

With one attack and one defense, it seems that it is invincible.

But Zheng Wei was already anxious, because he felt that the wind created by Zhao Fuyun was tightly wrapped around his Golden Feather Sword, like a hand grasping the sword, making his sword-controlling become heavy and clumsy.

The grappling technique is not difficult to learn, but being able to capture a flying sword of the same level is not an easy task. However, Zhao Fuyun did it.

Zheng Wei saw that Zhao Fuyun had rushed to a place not far in front of him, so he injected all his magic power into the golden umbrella.

The golden light on the umbrella surged and became even brighter.

He saw Zhao Fuyun waving his left hand and a strong wind gushed out, at close range, out of nowhere. A force from bottom to top was about to overturn his umbrella. He poured his magic power into the umbrella, pressing it down, and tried hard to hold it.

However, when Zhao Fuyun raised the invisible wind with his left hand, he bent his fingers and flicked them. A spark of fire in his eyes quickly expanded and turned into a fire dragon about ten feet long, which pounced on the umbrella, as if it wanted to lift his umbrella and take it away.

At this moment, he felt like a person holding an umbrella and walking in a strong wind, trying hard to hold it, but the light on the umbrella was no longer uniform and there were gaps and cracks.

At this moment, his panic quickly turned into surprise, because he found that his Golden Feather Sword was no longer suppressed by the opponent and he could control it to kill again.

He thought to himself that this time, he must cut Zhao Fuyun into two pieces.

As he thought about the sword, at the critical moment, he was distracted by controlling the flying sword, and his control over the umbrella was reduced to a lower level.

The sword light has once again bloomed behind Zhao Fuyun.

But he didn't see the coldness in Zhao Fuyun's eyes.

"burn!"

Zhao Fuyun pointed his finger and chanted a curse.

When Zheng Wei saw the other person pointing his finger at him, he felt as if he were poured with ice water and a disaster was about to happen.

In his eyes, he saw a huge fire rushing down from nothingness and engulfing him in an instant.

Many people saw that at this moment, an invisible flame rose from between Zheng Wei’s eyebrows, and there was fire burning in his eyes.

Zhao Fuyun rushed past him like a dragon, his hands like open wings, and swept past Zheng Wei.

"Destroy!"

The fire in Zheng Wei's eyes instantly turned into darkness, and he fell to the ground. Behind Zhao Fuyun, the sword that was about to kill Zhao Fuyun also fell to the ground with a clang, and the umbrella flew to the side.
The fire dragon, which was originally entangled with the umbrella, returned to its nest after losing its target. It flew towards Zhao Fuyun who was flying in the air, landed at his feet, and turned into a ball of red mist, carrying him straight up into the sky.

"Fight to the death, Zhao Fuyun wins, Zheng Wei dies."

The old man who was presiding over the duel was shouting loudly, his voice full of excitement, as if he was drunk from drinking fine wine.

(End of this chapter)