Evil Master and Disciple

In fact, no one in the square believed that Ye Feng could condense a ten-zhang-long heavenly sword.

They also suspected that this was some kind of illusion or sleight of hand performed by Ye Feng.

It's just like the Sword Transformation Style in the Nine Sword Control Styles, used to confuse the opponent.

They all practice the same mental methods and mantras. Even if one is a peerless genius, it is impossible for him to exert combat power that is no less than that of the Return to Origin Realm within just three months of reaching the Yukong Realm.

You should know that most disciples spend the first three months of their flying life practicing the art of flying with a sword.

Seeing Chen Shuwen urging the Heavenly Sword to attack Ye Feng, the thousands of people watching the fight below the stage all stared intently and held their breath.

They were looking forward to Chen Shuwen's sword to expose Ye Feng's lies.

Ye Feng was still standing on the blade of the giant sword. The powerful pressure and strong wind came towards him, blowing his hair and clothes wildly backwards.

Looking at the six-zhang giant sword flying towards him, listening to the deafening buzzing sound as the giant sword pierced the sky, and feeling the strong wind and pressure generated by the giant sword.

Ye Feng suddenly grinned.

That damn smile was like that of an evil little devil, full of teasing and mockery.

When everyone thought that Ye Feng was going to use the ten-foot giant sword under his feet to fight, a scene beyond everyone's expectations happened.

Ye Feng shot out the rusty sword in his hand that was almost dead from rust.

Then he raised his finger into the air.

The dark green rusty sword whizzed away and headed towards the giant sword.

One is a six-zhang giant sword.

One is a three-foot-seven-inch long sword.

No matter how you look at it, these two swords are not equal.

It's like the difference between an elephant and a goat.

Seeing the rusty sword whistling towards the giant sword, eight words popped up in everyone's mind.

A mantis trying to stop a chariot, an ant trying to shake a tree.

I thought, is Ye Feng crazy?

He is currently controlling the Heavenly Sword Style, which requires an Immortal Sword to activate.

At this time, Ye Feng actually threw out the magic sword in his hand.

Could it be that this guy was really bluffing? Was that giant sword at his feet really some kind of illusion?

Come to think of it, if it wasn't an illusion, why was he able to condense the Qi Sword and the Heavenly Sword so quickly?

Ye Feng turned a deaf ear to the questioning voices of the disciples watching the battle below.

His most powerful move has never been any sword technique, but the sword in his hand, the Purple and Green Divine Sword.

As the third-ranked peerless sword among the ten ancient divine weapons, the spiritual power of the Purple Green Sword is beyond imagination.

Even if the power of mysterious thunder in the sword is not activated, it is definitely not something that ordinary immortal weapons or divine weapons can withstand.

The giant sword under Ye Feng's feet was certainly not some kind of low-level illusion. This move was indeed the Heavenly Sword Style among the Nine Sword Styles.

There are two reasons why he was able to quickly condense such a huge sword.

One of them is the Purple-Green Divine Sword.

Since the Purple-Green Divine Sword has completed a blood pact with Ye Feng, in a sense, the Divine Sword and Ye Feng have become one.

Most of the spiritual power that activates the Heavenly Sword Style does not come from Ye Feng himself, but from the purple-green divine sword.

The second is the hundred refinements of the spirit and soul.

If you want to practice the Heavenly Sword Style, you must first practice the Combined Sword Style. The prerequisite for practicing the Combined Sword Style is to practice the "Cloud Sea Art" to the sixth level of the Divine Control Realm, which is the Yuanshen Realm.

The combined sword style is not driven by telekinesis, but is based on the power of the soul.

The soul training technique that the old man guarding the temple taught Ye Feng was specifically designed to cultivate the soul.

Although Ye Feng was not as diligent as Yun Shuang'er in the past three months, he never slacked off. Every night he spent at least three hours practicing the Hundred Soul Refinements.

The strength of his soul is higher than his level of cultivation.

It is these two factors that allow Ye Feng to easily activate the Ten-zhang Sky Sword.

Originally, Ye Feng planned to use the Heavenly Sword Style to end the battle.

However, when Chen Shuwen said that his move was an illusion, he changed his mind.

Since everyone thought that this move of mine was an illusion, I would just do as they wished.

Ye Feng didn't want to reveal his true cultivation level too early.

Playing the pig and eating the tiger is the hard truth in the world.

So, Ye Feng swung out the purple-green divine sword.

In the blink of an eye, the Purple-Green Divine Sword and the Six-zhang Heavenly Sword collided with each other.

Everyone thought that Ye Feng's ridiculous rusty sword would be shattered in an instant by the six-zhang giant sword.

However, a strange scene happened.

The small three-foot rusty sword actually withstood the attack of the six-foot giant sword.

The two swords, which were completely unequal in size, seemed to have formed some kind of delicate balance and actually stopped in the air.

Ye Feng and Chen Shuwen both trembled slightly when their swords collided.

The Purple Green Divine Sword is connected to Ye Feng's bloodline, and Ye Feng can clearly feel the power that the Purple Green Divine Sword bears.

Just now, it was as if his body hit a telephone pole while running, and Ye Feng almost lost his footing and fell off the giant sword.

"The Heavenly Sword Style is really powerful..." Ye Feng muttered in his heart, and then he urged it with his mind, controlling the Purple and Green Divine Sword to stabilize the situation.

Chen Shuwen, who was sitting opposite, had turned purple from his pale face, like a person who had been constipated for eight days. He was squatting in the toilet, holding toilet paper tightly in his hand, and vowed to defecate today.

Chen Shuwen felt that the Heavenly Sword was like hitting a mountain and could not move forward an inch.

He could only frantically mobilize his spiritual power to control the giant sword forward.

However, Ye Feng's ridiculous rusty sword was like an indestructible mountain. No matter how hard Chen Shuwen pushed, the giant sword was held in the air by the rusty sword and could not move forward an inch.

This scene stunned the surrounding onlookers who were unaware of the truth.

The disciples below the stage looked at each other, pointing and talking with their companions.

Everyone was extremely surprised by this incredible scene.

Ye Feng frowned slightly.

It feels like Chen Shuwen and I are engaging in a pushing competition.

He could see that Chen Shuwen was at the end of his strength.

Then he said loudly: "Brother Chen, admit defeat!"

"No... Impossible! How could I possibly... lose to a piece of crap like you!"

With so many people watching him in this battle, if he, one of the Four Heroes of Yunhai, the Sky Frost Swordsman, lost to Ye Feng, wouldn't he become a laughing stock? How would he gain a foothold in the Yunhai Sect in the future?

"what!"

Chen Shuwen let out a crazy shout, and the six-zhang sky sword finally moved, slowly flying towards Ye Feng.

Chen Shuwen was overjoyed.

Seeing that Ye Feng didn't dare to confront him with the giant sword, but only summoned the magic sword, he became more certain that the giant sword under Ye Feng's feet was just a bluff.

As long as his giant sword pierces Ye Feng's towering giant sword, he will surely win.

But just as Chen Shuwen showed a smug smile, it froze in an instant.

The six-zhang Heavenly Sword was indeed moving slowly forward.

But Ye Feng's rusty sword was not pushed back at all.

The Heavenly Sword was beginning to break apart from the sword head.

As the front end of the Heavenly Sword continued to shatter, the rear end of the sword was slowly squeezed forward, creating the illusion that the Heavenly Sword was flying forward.

In just a few breaths, the six-zhang sky sword shattered into countless pieces and scattered from the air.

Since the Heavenly Sword was formed from condensed spiritual power, these giant sword fragments dissipated in the air before they fell on the ring.

Like white snowflakes melting quickly.

"How...how could this happen!"

Seeing that the Heavenly Sword he had used all his strength was actually vulnerable, Chen Shuwen felt like he was struck by lightning. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and then he fell from mid-air and landed heavily on the ring.

Chen Shuwen was defeated, but the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Until Huang Ling'er shouted clearly: "Little Brother! You won! Little Brother! You are so awesome!"

The Three Tyrants and the Seven Bad Guys looked at each other in bewilderment.

They did not cheer for their friend to win the competition.

His face was full of confusion and doubt.

All the disciples of the Yunhai Sect who were watching the fight in the square were silent at this moment.

No one expected such a result.

Chen Shuwen...actually lost?!

He was still defeated by the sword of Ye Feng, the famous waste of Yunhai Sect!

When did Ye Feng’s cultivation become so strong?

Why could his rusty sword directly block and shatter the six-zhang long Heavenly Sword?

The giant sword under his feet was not used until Chen Shuwen was defeated. Is this sword real or an illusion?

Did Ye Feng no longer hide his cultivation? Had he already reached the realm of flying? Had he been playing dumb for years?

Countless questions filled the hearts of every disciple.

In mid-air, Ye Feng had no idea what the countless disciples watching him were thinking. He waved his hand lightly, and the Purple-Green Divine Sword flew into his hand.

"Does this mean I win?"

He felt it was very unreal.

He defeated Chen Shuwen, who was as famous as Lin Yi, in just a few moves?

"It's not that you won, it's that the spiritual power of the Purple and Green Divine Sword is too strong. If you had used another immortal sword, you would have been defeated long ago." The sound of Ye Fuyou's attack was then heard.

Ye Feng curled his lips and said, "The Purple and Green Sword is mine. If the sword wins, I win."

What made Ye Feng feel disappointed was that although he won in public, only his junior sister and the little girl Xiao Man were cheering for him. The others looked at him with strange eyes and pointed at him.

"They must be jealous! Yes! They are jealous!"

Then, Ye Feng looked down at the giant sword at his feet and muttered, "This is all condensed from spiritual energy. What a waste! It would be great if I could recycle it."

This was just his beautiful but unrealistic idea.

How can the spiritual power and water that have been poured out be recycled and reused?

As Ye Feng's spiritual power withdrew, the giant sword quickly disintegrated and dissipated, causing Ye Feng to feel a pang of pain.

So much spiritual power has returned to the universe. How many purple crystals do I need to absorb to absorb it back?

On second thought, he didn't seem to have consumed much spiritual power. Most of the spiritual power used to activate this move came from the other person's Purple and Green Divine Sword.

After figuring this out, he immediately became happy again.

The defensive barrier surrounding the ring had been removed, and two young people, a man and a woman, flew onto the ring, shouting, "Brother Chen! Brother Chen!"

At this moment, Chen Shuwen was in a very miserable state, with blood constantly flowing out of his mouth.

Ye Feng landed on the ring and saw this scene. He was shocked and shouted, "It's none of my business! Everyone saw it. During the fight, my sword didn't touch him! He vomited blood on his own! Don't try to blackmail me!"

Coming from that cruel world where helping someone on the street would result in extortion of tens of thousands of dollars, Ye Feng was terrified at the moment.

Looking at the current situation, let alone asking Chen Shuwen to keep his promise and apologize publicly, it would be a blessing from the ancestors if Chen Shuwen did not extort a large sum of medical expenses from him.