I became a prince in a martial arts world.

Chapter 87 "Seven Swords Ascend Mount Tian" event has ended.

Ling Kaixuan, a third-generation martial artist, is the grandson of Ling Feiyun and one of the Three Steeds of Tianshan.

Among the new generation of disciples, his martial arts skills are second only to Xin Yilong, making him a first-rate master even in the Central Plains. He is also a strong contender for the chief disciple position among the seven major sword sects.

For someone like that, pride and confidence are only to be expected.

However, after realizing that he had misjudged his opponent, he was incredulous but not ashamed or angry. Instead, he immediately changed his strategy and used his strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses, which is all the more commendable.

Gu Nanfeng commented, "Back then, Zhao Zheng was not known for his lightness skills. Although Kai Xuan's swordsmanship is inferior, he can defend by attacking, and I estimate he can last for a hundred moves."

At this point, Gu Nanfeng couldn't help but sigh, "Zhao Zheng is indeed a genius. The Seven Styles of Sunset created for his son is by no means inferior to the Seventy-Two Styles of Wind and Snow in Tianshan. His son has mastered this sword technique to such a high level, which is quite in line with his father's style."

Ling Feiyun nodded. "It's a pity that Zhao Zheng underestimated the Twin Stars of Su Hai. But his son is not only a good match for his father, but he has surpassed him."

Gu Nanfeng raised an eyebrow. "At his age, Zhao Zheng has already reached the Innate Realm."

Ling Feiyun explained, "This boy has been delayed in the capital for too long, but judging from his talent in creating his own ice and fire techniques, his future is promising."

As they spoke, their eyes remained fixed on the battlefield. Then they saw Wang Yu leap into the air, like a swallow soaring through the snow, nimbly and skillfully maneuvering.

Gu Nanfeng immediately said, "Your grandson is doomed."

Ling Feiyun nodded. "It's not unfair that Kaixuan was defeated by someone like him."

Ling Kaixuan's lightness skill was not weak, but Wang Yu's lightness skill was even stronger. Ling Kaixuan couldn't even force Wang Yu's "Swallow Carrying Spring" to perform the three folds of the flying swallow before Wang Yu broke through the cage of wind and snow.

Ling Kaixuan danced around himself, creating a blizzard, while Wang Yu moved freely through it.

Ling Kaixuan was stunned. He gathered his inner strength and thrust his longsword forward.

The next moment, Wang Yu's figure soared into the air, like a swallow taking flight.

Ling Kaixuan didn't know why Wang Yu made this move, but he didn't have time to think about it. He slashed his longsword diagonally, aiming straight for Wang Yu's calf. Then he saw Wang Yu bend the sword in mid-air, and the longsword in his hand seemed to reflect the setting sun, with golden light shining straight into his eyes.

The two passed each other and then stopped.

Wang Yu sheathed his sword, turned around, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said casually, "Thank you for the concession."

After all, this is Tianshan Sect territory, and the other party is Ling Feiyun's grandson, so it's not good to provoke too much hatred.

"Whoosh"

Ling Kaixuan also turned around, recalling the feeling of his opponent's sword tip tapping his shoulder as they passed each other.

If the other party intends to kill, you are already dead.

Ling Kaixuan gritted his teeth, but still returned the greeting with a cupped hand, "Thank you for showing mercy."

The square in front of the Sword Inquiry Hall fell silent once again.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

"How could he turn back in mid-air?"

"I feel his swordsmanship is even stronger than our Seventy-Two Styles of Wind and Snow!"

"Don't be discouraged. It's not that his swordsmanship is better than ours, but that he is more powerful than us. Our patriarch used this swordsmanship to sweep through the seven major sword sects and establish his reputation as the number one swordsman in the world. How can we underestimate ourselves?"

"That's right, thank you for clearing up my doubts, Senior Brother!"

On and off the stage, the Tianshan disciples, who could only watch the spectacle, were simply shocked, but those who understood the underlying principles were even more impressed.

"Zhao Yu has mastered this sword technique to an extremely high level; no one below the Innate Realm can rival him," Gu Nanfeng commented. "Even those above the Innate Realm can put up a fight."

Ling Feiyun nodded. "With his internal strength, lightness skill, and swordsmanship, even Yi Long would find it difficult to defeat him."

Gu Nanfeng changed the subject, "That's right, and there's also his lightness skill. When he uses the ground to gain leverage, he retains a force within himself and then suddenly bursts it out in mid-air, allowing him to turn in mid-air. This requires extremely delicate internal energy circulation and a sophisticated technique."

"Not bad," Ling Feiyun said. "This is also a top-tier lightness skill."

The Tianshan School is also known for its lightness skills, but it does not have the method of turning in mid-air, which shows how rare such a skill is.

Of course, this does not mean that Tianshan's lightness skill is weaker than "Yan Xian Chun". After all, "Yan Xian Chun" is known purely for its agility, and its ultimate move is the "Yan Gui Lai" move after a turn. All skill points are allocated to this move, but after the turn, all remaining strength is exhausted.

In a real comparison, the Tianshan lightness skill actually has a stronger overall capability.

Wang Yu's amazing performance was entirely due to the power of the tortoise shell, which, with its abundant energy, elevated "Swallows Carrying Spring" to a whole new level.

There's nothing we can do about it; after all, this is the only skill he possesses—lightness skill.

Moreover, safety is paramount when navigating the martial world, and escaping is the most important thing when encountering a master. How can one survive without unparalleled lightness skills?

Back on the viewing platform, amidst the complex gazes of the surrounding Tianshan disciples, Wang Yu winked at Aldey, "Wasn't he very polite?"

Alde gave Wang Yu a big smile and a thumbs up.

Li Yunxiu smiled faintly, "Capable."

Qianqian, in front of everyone, gave Wang Yu plenty of emotional support, jumping up and grabbing his arm, exclaiming, "Brother Yu! You're so amazing!"

After watching Ling Kaixuan leave the stage, Fang Shaobai stepped into the arena and looked at Yang Weiming, saying, "Please, senior!"

The sword duel at Tianshan is now in its final round.

Although Meng Wei, Shen Zhijun, Xie Fuyun, and Xu Qingquan each defeated the Three Steeds of Tianshan, they were well aware of their own limitations. They knew that challenging Yang Weiming or Feng Rigan was out of the question, and even competing with Xin Yilong would be a foregone conclusion, without any real exchange or interaction.

Why invite humiliation upon yourself?

After returning to the mountain, he will diligently cultivate, continue to strengthen his sect, recruit extraordinary disciples, and return to Tianshan in ten years!

All eyes were on Fang Shaobai and Yang Weiming.

Yang Weiming and Feng Rigang are known as the Twin Eagles of Tianshan. Among them, Yang Weiming is more outstanding and has long been regarded as the future leader of the sect. Ling Feiyun has been training him in accordance with the requirements of the sect leader. He has always taken his master as his role model and has always done very well.

However, Ling Feiyun has had a regret for the past thirty years: he lost the sect leader's sword to Liu Suifeng.

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Now, thirty years later, it remains to be seen whether Yang Weiming can stop the new generation of geniuses from rising again among the seven major sword sects.

"Whoosh—"

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Yang Weiming moved with lightning speed, like a hawk hunting, appearing in the arena almost instantly from his seat. Those with slightly poorer eyesight didn't even see Yang Weiming's movements clearly.

"choke"

With his longsword drawn, he unleashed the exact same move, Snow Ridge and Cold Plum Blossom, but Yang Weiming's stance was as still and imposing as a mountain, his body as immovable as a snow ridge, and the tip of his sword as trembling lightly in the wind like a cold plum blossom. The contrast between movement and stillness was the ultimate expression of his power.

"Come on!" Yang Weiming said calmly.

Fang Shaobai's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly drew his sword.

The next moment, a sword lotus bloomed before everyone's eyes. The twelve lotus leaves were twelve sword lights, which looked as gentle as spring water and as elegant as a blue lotus, but there was no trace of killing intent.

The Twelfth Grade Azure Lotus is the innate sword intent of the Taihua Sect's "Azure Lotus Sword Song." It is beautiful and magnificent, with many strange peaks. As one's cultivation deepens, the number of lotus leaves will also increase. It is said that a Grandmaster can unleash the Twenty-Fourth Grade Azure Lotus, and the ultimate cultivation is the Thirty-Sixth Grade Azure Lotus.

The Thirty-Six Grades of Azure Lotus is the Azure Lotus Universe, where all things in heaven and earth are Azure Lotus, nothing can stop it, and it is invincible under heaven.

Well, of course, this is just a legend. It's unclear whether the founder of the sect even reached this level. At least, Fang Shaobai's sword manual only mentions it briefly and doesn't go into details.

But you still have to make the big promises you want to make. After all, if you don't brag at all when you're out in the world, how can you stand firm in the martial arts world? Don't you see that the Laoshan Sect can fly to the heavens with one sword and cross the sea with one sword? Let him try to fly.

Bringing the topic back, Fang Shaobai's Twelfth Grade Green Lotus swordsmanship at this moment is different from the swordsmanship he used when facing Hongzhao of the Great Vajra Temple. It seems more natural and agile, and even carries a hint of wine fragrance.

Yang Weiming's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his entire aura changed drastically as he unleashed the Ice Soul Divine Sword directly at the core of the Azure Lotus.

Xin Yilong has mastered the Ice Soul Divine Sword, so Yang Weiming certainly can't be unaware of it. The Ice Soul's chilling aura is like an iceberg pressing down on the Green Lotus, trying to freeze Qingliang into an ice sculpture.

"Ding!"

With a soft sound, Fang Shaobai was unable to defeat Xin Yilong with a single sword strike as he had done with him, but Yang Weiming also failed to break through his Twelfth-Grade Green Lotus.

After the sword strike, the two took a few steps apart before closing in on each other again.

Yang Weiming moved with the agility of a celestial eagle, his Ice Soul Divine Sword resembling the eagle's beak and claws. He circled and swooped down above the snow-capped mountains, each thrust a powerful strike, a full-force attack from the eagle.

Fang Shaobai moved with a swift and unsteady gait, thrusting out his sword with each step, as if lotus blossoms were blooming one after another. After taking a dozen or so steps, the square in front of the Sword Inquiry Hall seemed to have transformed into a lotus pond in spring, covered with lotus leaves.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Gu Nanfeng exclaimed.

"Indeed, it is excellent swordsmanship." Ling Feiyun's eyes showed a look of nostalgia. "Liu Suifeng's understanding of the Returning Wind Willow Sword was just like this back then."

Gu Nanfeng looked at the arena and sighed, "It's a pity that Weiming is not as good as you were back then."

"It's no pity," Ling Feiyun said calmly. "People like my mentor, Liu Suifeng, and Fang Shaobai are geniuses who come along only once in a century. It's a great honor to meet them, exchange skills, and have a friendly spar with them."

"Even if Weiming can emerge from this defeat, he has the potential to become a grandmaster, which should ensure the prosperity of our Tianshan Sect for another thirty years. How can it be considered a pity?"

Gu Nanfeng nodded in realization, "That's right!"

With Ling Feiyun and Gu Nanfeng's words, the outcome of the match was already decided.

No matter how the divine eagle of Tianshan soared and circled, darting left and right, it could not escape the lotus pond that had gathered in the winter of Tianshan, where countless green lotuses bloomed.

Yang Weiming gathered his power at the tip of his sword, a pure white light flashing as he pushed the Ling Shuang Force to its limit, thrusting the sword towards the largest lotus flower in the pond—where Fang Shaobai was located.

"Zheng"

The lotus flowers bloomed, and the eighteen-petaled blue lotus blossoms unfolded, completely enveloping Yang Weiming's sword light.

"Ding!"

Yang Weiming's sword tip broke, and he coughed up blood and retreated.

Fang Shaobai stood in the center of the arena, holding a sword in one hand.

The outcome is decided!

"Bravo!" Cheers rang out again.

Wang Yu suddenly stood up, clapped and cheered, then slowly sat down and gently withdrew his hands. "I got excited for a moment, I got excited for a moment. I'll be more careful next time, it definitely won't happen again."

Li Yunxiu and Qianqian said in unison, "There won't be a next time!"

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