Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Goodness, so you weren't the one who used these swords? It's a good thing Su Chang called for so long."

“Hey, I was just amazed, okay?!” Su Chang retorted.

Yan Qing gazed at the swirling flying swords that enveloped the entire area like dark clouds, and said with enjoyment:

"It can teach more than just swordsmanship. As long as you want to become stronger, this sword formation can show you countless methods."

"Am I right, Professor Rongju?"

"A molten torch?!" Su Chang blinked.

"Is that Suiyang called Rongju?"

"Yes." Yanqing nodded slightly.

"Teacher Rongju has agreed to show me again the flaws in my swordsmanship and how to improve further."

"Therefore, I brought Master Rongju to the Dragon Prayer Altar..."

After Yanqing finished speaking, another voice rang out from the surroundings.

"Young man, with me here, everything will be different!"

The sword formation in the sky emitted a seductive sound:

"Whether it's the Moon-Drinking Dragon Lord, the Star Core Hunter, or the woman who taught you the sword techniques..."

Your achievements will far surpass theirs; they are limitless!

Yanqing pondered for a moment and said:

"Far surpassing them, limitless potential..."

He looked at the four people in front of him, his gaze fervent:

"You've come at the perfect time. I've just gained some insights from the sword formation. Why don't I use you all as whetstones to test its sharpness?"

Immediately, Yan Huan took out her phone and said to Dan Heng:

"He told that Suiyang just now that you're a noob, what do you think?"

"..."

In response to Yan Huan's urging, Dan Heng said in a deep voice:

"You... you decide what to do."

"okay!"

Immediately, Yan Huan carried the oar to Yan Qing and smiled:

"Come on, let me test your swordsmanship!"

"Huh? Didn't you say you weren't going?" Su Chang asked in surprise.

We clearly agreed that we'd go last.

"He has insulted our beloved Vidyadhara Dragon Lord, shouldn't I do something about it?"

Yan Huan was eager to try:

"Besides, this was his own request. My phone is on, can someone record it for me? We don't want Yanqing to turn around and say I started this..."

"you?"

Yan Qing looked at Yan Huan in front of him, his fighting spirit high:

"it is good!"

“Mr. Yan Huan, Yan Qing has wanted to compete with you for a long time, but unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find an opportunity.”

"Now, let's...!"

Chapter 503 This child should be a hero.

"Now, let's...!"

"Uh!"

Before Yanqing could finish speaking, a dark shadow rapidly grew larger.

Subsequently.

Paji——

Yanqing fell to the ground.

Along with him, a red brick also rolled to the ground...

"Ah, so fast!" Su Chang exclaimed.

Everything happened so suddenly. Almost the instant Yanqing spoke, he was hit to the ground by a flying red brick.

Huo Huo and Gui Naifen also covered their mouths in surprise.

"you……!"

Yanqing clutched her forehead, stood up in pain, and glared indignantly at the red brick at her feet.

He kicked him away, then scolded Yan Huan:

"That's despicable, Mr. Yan Huan. Why didn't you inform me before you made your move?"

"Didn't you say your martial arts skills had improved?"

Yan Huan dusted off her hands and smiled faintly:

"You can't even dodge a brick, what are you doing with your sword moves? Just leave here and hand over the torch to us."

"no, do not want."

Yanqing lowered his head, clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice:

"Yanqing's skills were not proficient, and he suffered repeated defeats."

"With Teacher Rongju's guidance, I will definitely make progress!"

"A sword fight requires sincerity and righteousness. Please be serious and stop using sneak attacks!"

The other three spectators were speechless at Yanqing's explanation.

Please, you can't even dodge a brick, what would happen if someone actually attacked you with a sword?!

"Wake up, Yanqing Xiaowei! We don't want to fight you!" Gui Naifen shouted.

"It is Yanqing's willfulness that I request Mr. Yan Huan to have a fair and square exchange of blows with me!" Yanqing insisted.

"..."

Yan Huan stared into Yan Qing's eyes and couldn't help but sigh:

"No matter what situation you're in, you're always so stubborn."

"Attack the Alliance Leader, attack Brother Dao, attack Mirror Stream, attack Dan Heng..."

"You have to fight almost every difficult one."

He spoke eloquently while switching the weapons in his hands.

In the end, Yan Huan was left with only an ordinary iron sword.

"If we really want to compete in swordsmanship, that's not out of the question."

"Let's get a different sword, Mr. Yan Huan!"

Yanqing, holding a long sword, said in a solemn voice:

"Your sword... is of such poor quality that I could shatter it with a single blow."

For Yan Qing, who had been dealing with swords for many years, it was immediately obvious that the sword in Yan Huan's hand was of extremely poor quality.

It's like those tourist toys you buy at roadside stalls.

But Yan Huan smiled slightly:

"We're comparing swordsmanship, what business is it of yours what I'm holding?"

Just then, the sword formation swirling in the sky made a sound again.

"Kid, he's insulting you..."

"You should fight him to the death to uphold the honor of a swordsman!"

"...?" Yan Qing's eyes widened, and she quickly looked up at the sword formation in the sky:

"A deathmatch...?"

"That's right!"

The torch sternly proclaimed:

"The winner lives, the loser dies!"

"The laws of the battlefield are the same as the laws of the universe; there is no difference."

"Swordsmanship is the art of victory. Only the victorious sword can be passed down, while the defeated swords are all buried in desolate graves."

"But..." Yanqing was torn with conflicting emotions, "But if I were to take Mr. Yan Huan..."

Yan Huan: "..."

The torch sternly proclaimed:

Are you resisting me?

"What fearless mercy!"

"If you can't let go of these distractions, how can you take another step forward?!"

"Raise your sword!"

Hearing that Sui Yang was actually encouraging Yan Qing and Yan Huan to fight to the death, Su Chang couldn't stand it anymore.

He angrily cursed at the molten torch: