Travel through the heavens

Everyone looked downstairs and saw two sword masters, Luo Qingyang and Yan Zhantian, standing opposite each other.

Yan Zhantian placed his hand on the hilt of the sword and bent his body slightly, as if he could explode at any time.

Luo Qingyang's fingers gently touched the hilt of the sword, his eyes closed, and the expression on his face remained indifferent.

Although the two have not yet started fighting, they are already on the verge of a showdown.

Although the two extremely powerful sword intentions were hidden and not released, a strong pressure spread.

Under the influence of the Qi, Lei Wujie's Heart Sword had been vibrating for a long time. Sikong Qianluo impatiently slammed the Silver Moon Spear on the ground and shouted, "Lei Wujie, can you make him quiet down?"

Lei Wujie gave a bitter smile and said helplessly: "It's not like I did it on purpose. Two sword immortals are fighting there, so this sword with the purest sword heart in the world will naturally get a little excited."

He reached out and gently stroked the Heart Sword, but it was of no use; the Heart Sword continued to vibrate.

Fang Muye looked over and said softly, "Don't worry, you can get excited when you go on stage."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in his heart suddenly became quiet.

Seeing this, Xie Xuan's eyes lit up, and he said solemnly: "This sword of the heart is pure, and Brother Fang can define it with one word. His attainments in the way of swordsmanship are profound. There shouldn't be only five sword immortals in this world."

Lei Wujie was shocked when he heard this and said excitedly: "Mr. Xie, you mean that my master has also become a sword immortal!"

Xie Xuan smiled and nodded. Lei Wujie immediately grinned and looked extremely excited: "Master, you are a sword immortal!"

Fang Muye glanced at the silly boy and deliberately asked, "When your teacher entered the second place of the top ranking, you were not so happy. Why, is it so important to be a sword immortal or not?"

"No, no... Wujie would be happy whether the master is a sword immortal or not." Lei Wujie waved his hands repeatedly. He scratched his head and looked downstairs hurriedly, changing the subject: "Huh? This is really strange. It took us an incense stick of time to come here, and another incense stick of time to chat. Why haven't they fought yet? Are they waiting for everyone to arrive?"

Xiao Se said lazily: "Do you think the sword immortal fights the same as you? He strikes out a sword, you dodge, he strikes out another sword, you dodge again, and then he waits for you to turn around before stabbing again..."

As he was speaking, Lei Wujie suddenly interrupted him: "Then I leaped up, raised my hand and raised my sword, and the sword opened the gate. I saw thousands of sword immortals coming out of the sky gate, holding up the sword of heaven and stabbing down on my head!"

Lei Wujie gestured and became more and more excited the more he spoke. Ye Ruoyi burst out laughing: "The two of you can even tell a story together."

Wuxin, Tanglian and others on the side couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Lei's words are very straightforward and refreshing." Xie Xuan smiled and continued, "The reason why Yan Zhantian hasn't taken action yet is because he hasn't built up enough momentum."

"Have you built up enough momentum?" Lei Wujie asked puzzledly.

"Yan Zhantian has only three Rage Sword Styles: Rage Sword Draw, Rage Sword Slash, and Rage Sword Return." Xie Xuan said slowly, "He will not easily use the Rage Sword Style against unnecessary opponents, but for opponents like Luo Qingyang, he must use the Rage Sword Style. Since he can only use these three swords, of course he must build up enough momentum."

Upon hearing this, Lei Wujie nodded slightly, as if thinking about something. His sister Li Hanyi had once taught him the same principle.

Xie Xuan took a sip of tea and continued, "Every swordsman who is worthy of being called a sword immortal has his own sword momentum, which can be roughly understood from the title given by Ji Ruofeng. My sword momentum is the Confucian spirit, Luo Qingyang's is the desolate feeling, and there is also Yan Zhantian's anger, Zhao Yuzhen's Taoism, and Li Hanyi's mountains, rivers, and nature. They are all unique sword momentums for each person. The stronger the sword momentum, the stronger the sword."

Lei Wujie looked at Fang Muye and asked curiously, "Master, what is your sword power?"

"My sword power?" Fang Muye smiled but didn't answer. He glanced downstairs and said softly, "Yan Zhantian is about to use his sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone upstairs felt a gust of wind suddenly sweeping past, and the teacups on the table swayed slightly. Then they saw a flash of sword light, and Yan Zhantian had drawn out the Pojun Sword, and slashed at Luo Qingyang from a distance of more than ten feet.

Draw the sword in anger!

The surging sword energy came in an instant, but Luo Qingyang did not draw his sword. He just closed his eyes and thrust out his sword finger to block Yan Zhantian's first sword.

"Luo Qingyang wants to defeat Yan Zhantian without even unsheathing his sword?" Lei Wujie was shocked and said indignantly, "He is too arrogant."

Fang Muye shook his head and said calmly: "He is not arrogant, but Yan Zhantian's sword is not enough to make him use his sword. Luo Qingyang is going to enter a trance."

"Draw out the sword!"

Yan Zhantian roared, leaped up, and slashed out with the Pojun sword in his hand.

Accompanied by the faint sound of thunder, the angry sword energy transformed into the shape of countless army-breaking swords, and blasted towards Luo Qingyang in an overwhelming manner.

Xie Xuan's eyes flashed, and he said softly: "Yan Zhantian's sword slash is much stronger than when he used it against Zhao Yuzhen."

Fang Muye nodded slightly: "Yes, but it is still not enough to deal with Luo Qingyang."

As the two of them were talking, Luo Qingyang gently raised the sword in his hand and blocked Yan Zhantian's sword again.

With a loud "bang", dust and smoke rose within a radius of ten feet, and the entire earth seemed to be lifted three feet up.

But Luo Qingyang still stood there in a small space with an indifferent expression.

This time, the Jiuge Sword was still unsheathed, but his eyes slowly opened.

"Good sword." Luo Qingyang said lightly.

"Fuck you!" Yan Zhantian roared, his whole body filled with raging sword energy, and he swung the Pojun Sword in his hand towards Luo Qingyang.

Both of them were sword immortals. Without even drawing his sword, Luo Qingyang blocked the first two moves of his angry sword style. Yan Zhantian was already extremely furious at this time.

But the Pojun sword flew out of his hand and flew towards Luo Qingyang at a rapid speed.

Although this sword did not have any gorgeous illusions, the rage on the sword had reached its peak, and the space around the sword seemed to have been distorted.

Every one of the onlookers felt that this sword could definitely poke a hole in the sky.

Xie Xuan couldn't help but sigh: "This sword strike was probably when Yan Zhantian was furious the most."

Luo Qingyang's expression finally became less indifferent, and the Jiuge sword in his hand was finally unsheathed.

He swung his hand lightly, and the Jiuge Sword hit the tip of the Pojun Sword heavily.

Except for a limited number of people, the other onlookers only felt a flash of strong light. Their eyes seemed to be blinded at that moment. They could not see anything clearly, or even nothing at all. When they looked at the field again, the Jiuge Sword and the Pojun Sword had already returned to their sheaths.

Just like before the duel began, the two sword masters stood facing each other.

Yan Zhantian's face was filled with anger, while Luo Qingyang closed his eyes calmly.