Evil Master and Disciple

On the ring, the referee said a few simple words and then hurriedly walked off the ring.

These two little guys are not good people. If we are entangled by them, I don’t know how long it will take.

Quickly open the arena barrier and let the two start fighting.

Nangong Yan drew out a long sword emitting bright white light.

She smiled and said, "Xiaofeng, your name is Feng, and my sword also happens to have wind attributes, called Lingfeng, a top-grade spiritual weapon. Today, I want to see which is more powerful, your wind or mine."

Ye Feng grinned and said, "Senior Sister Nangong, you also said that my name is Feng. When it comes to wind, I am an expert.

I still say that I, Ye Feng, don't hit women. When you can't hold on any longer, admit defeat and I'll make sure you lose with dignity!"

Nangong Yan rolled his eyes and said, "Stop talking nonsense and show me your magic sword!"

Ye Feng pointed his finger, and the purple-green divine sword that was slanted behind him flew into his hand.

He knew that the advantage of Nangong Yan's wind-type magic sword lay in its speed in close combat.

His own Eight Desolate Sword was too heavy, and it was unable to withstand Nangong Yan's lightning-fast sword.

So Ye Feng directly summoned the Purple-Green Divine Sword.

He said calmly, "My sword is called Ziqing. It's three feet seven inches long. It's a low-grade treasure. I found it in the sword tomb in the back mountain four months ago."

Nangong Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

She thought Ye Feng would use the immortal-grade Eight Desolate Sword to suppress her, but she didn't expect Ye Feng to take out the rusty and broken sword.

A nearby disciple shouted, "Ye Feng, next time, could you please find a whetstone and sharpen this broken sword of yours? It's rusted to a pulp! Our Yunhai Sect is a sword-fighting sect. Aren't you bringing shame to the Yunhai Sect?"

Countless people echoed the sentiment, and laughter rose one after another.

Ye Feng angrily retorted to the disciples watching, "A sword that needs sharpening is not a good sword. Moreover, the highest realm of swordsmanship is to transform the sword with one's mind. Even without a sword in hand, picking up a flower or a leaf can still injure someone from a thousand steps away."

Nangong Yan did not laugh at the rusty purple sword in Ye Feng's hand.

She said, "Ye Feng, let me remind you, my sword is very fast. Are you sure you don't want to change your sword? If we fight, you won't have time to change swords."

Ye Feng shook his head slightly and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister Nangong, for your reminder. I think this sword will be fine."

Nangong Yan frowned slightly.

She nodded and said, "Okay, in that case, let's get started!"

She assumed a sword-raising stance.

This is commonly used by disciples of the Yunhai Sect when sparring with each other.

Generally, older brothers and sisters will use this sword-raising posture when sparring with younger brothers and sisters, which means I am ready and you can come forward.

Ye Feng looked down at the rusty sword in his hand and murmured, "Ziqing, Ziqing, you are lightning, your speed is the best in the world, this battle depends on you!"

After saying that, Ye Feng held the sword in one hand and spun away.

Ye Feng's attack was extremely fast, the purple-green divine sword changed rapidly, and countless dark green sword energy shot out in all directions.

Nangong Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Are you in a state of panic?"

She muttered to herself, casually made a sword flower, dissolving all the countless sword energies that were attacking her, and then moved forward.

Facing Ye Feng's spinning sword, Nangong Yan ignored it and stabbed Ye Feng in the face with his sword.

The sword was so fast that the moment Nangong Yan raised his hand, the sword tip appeared in front of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng displayed a phantom body movement combined with the seventeenth move of the Thirty-Six Deadly Moves, the Whirlwind. Such a fancy sword move not only failed to dazzle Nangong Yan, but was easily broken by her flat stab of the sword.

The sword was coming at such a fast speed that Ye Feng had no choice but to block it with his purple-green sword.

boom!

With a loud bang, the Lingfeng Immortal Sword that was thrusting forward was blocked.

Just a little bit, the tip of the Lingfeng Sword would have pierced Ye Feng's chest.

Fortunately, Ye Feng reacted quickly enough and locked his spiritual sense firmly on Nangong Yan, otherwise he would have been defeated with just one move.

Ye Feng took three steps back, horrified.

"What a fast sword!"

Suddenly, a sword flashed before his eyes. With Ye Feng's spiritual sense, he clearly realized that Nangong Yan was stabbing at him with another sword.

This sword was even faster than the previous one.

The speed was almost beyond the limit that Ye Feng's spiritual sense could lock onto.

Ye Feng didn't have time to think about it, and swung his sword back.

There was another loud noise.

Ye Feng took three steps back.

Before Ye Feng could catch his breath, the terrifying Lingfeng Sword came stabbing at him again.

Ye Feng couldn't dodge it by relying on his body skills, so he could only wave Ziqing to block it again.

boom!

Take three steps back!

boom!

Three steps back...

In less than three seconds, Nangong Yan stabbed out eighteen swords.

On average, the sword is drawn six times per second.

Ye Feng blocked eighteen swords.

Each strike made him retreat three steps.

After eighteen swords, Ye Feng had retreated from the center of the arena to the east edge of the arena.

Nangong Yan did not continue to draw her sword, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I thought you were so powerful, but you couldn't even block my sword?"

"You...have indeed reached the Guiyuan Realm!"

"This has nothing to do with realm. I've said before, my sword moves are swift. All moves in the world can be broken, only speed cannot. Within a five-foot range, I have no rivals. Admit defeat, you are no match for me."

Ye Feng's eyes fixed.

Listening to the mocking voices from the audience, he slowly shook his head and said, "This speed is already your limit."

"Is it important?"

"Of course it's important. This is the limit of your speed, but it may not be the limit of my speed.

They say the Guiyuan realm is very powerful, where the soul and body return to their original state and become one. Even if I lose today, I want to see how powerful the Guiyuan realm is! "

The cheers around the No. 9 ring resounded through the sky.

Nangong Yan indeed broke through to the Guiyuan Realm, and everyone felt that this battle was absolutely a sure thing.

Although the two had only fought briefly just now, Ye Feng had almost no ability to defend himself against Nangong Yan's quick sword attack.

From this point everyone can see the difference in strength between the two.

Yue Yinling's face looked extremely ugly.

She was betting that Nangong Yan had not reached the Guiyuan realm.

She made the wrong bet.

In her opinion, there was no suspense in this competition.

She cultivated step by step from the Yushen Realm to the Guiyuan Realm.

She knew very well how huge the advantage was when facing a cultivator in the Yushen Realm.

"It's over! I'm going to lose everything I own this time!"

Outside the Yunhai Hall, the fight on the No. 9 arena successfully attracted the attention of a group of Yunhai Sect elders.

Fatty Yulong rubbed his eyes, looked for a long time, then turned around and said, "Yuying, let me confirm, are the handsome man and beautiful woman on the Taiyin Arena my eldest disciple Ye Feng and your third disciple Nangong Yan?"

True Person Yuying was also paying attention to the competition on the ninth stage.

She said lightly: "Not bad."

Fatty Yulong's face turned quite ugly.

He sat back in his chair depressed.

Master Yun Cang, who was standing by, chuckled and said, "Senior Brother Yulong, it seems that your eldest disciple will have to stop at this round."

Fatty Yulong tilted his head and squinted his eyes, glancing at Master Yuncang and saying, "Why are you gloating over this misfortune, you old bachelor? After all, my disciple has made it to the second round, while your two disciples were eliminated in the first round, and one of them was defeated by my disciple's sword.

Besides, this competition has just begun, and the outcome is still unknown. I believe my disciple will definitely win!"

Master Yuncang knew that Fatty Yulong was a tough guy, so he snorted and ignored him.

When True Man Yuying heard what Fatty Yulong said, she slowly said, "Oh, Yulong, do you think Ye Feng can defeat Yan'er in this fight?"

Fatty Yulong shrugged and said, "Yeah, my disciple doesn't have any fewer eyes than others, and your disciple doesn't have any more legs than others. I don't think Feng'er will lose."

Yuying Zhenren said, "Since that's the case, how about a bet?"

Fairy Yunyu beside her immediately laughed and said, "That's a good idea, Senior Brother Yulong, do you dare to take the gamble?"

Fatty Yulong said, "I promised my master that I would never gamble again in my life. I'm sorry!"

The Fairy Guarding the Pond smiled and said, "If you don't want to gamble for money, you can try something else. Watching magic battles for a few days is getting a bit boring, so this could be a way to add some fun."

Fatty Yulong still shook his head.

He had just seen that Nangong Yan had reached the Guiyuan realm.

Although his disciples had been taught by the ancestor in the back mountain for three months, they still had no chance of winning against the Guiyuan Realm.

Isn't it idiotic to bet that your disciple can beat Nangong Yan?

Obviously, Yulong is not an idiot.

When True Man Yuying saw Fatty Yulong shaking his head, she asked, "Yulong, are you scared?"

"Are you scared? Haha, there's nothing in this world that I'm afraid of. Let's bet! Tell me, what's the bet?"

Yuying Zhenren said, "Since we're not gambling for money, let's bet on something else. If my disciple wins, every time you see me, you must respectfully say to me three times, 'I surrender.'"

Yulong's chubby face twitched slightly, and he said, "Let me first confirm whether I can also bet on Junior-Martial-Nephew Nangong to win?"

Some of the elders around him all chuckled.

Fairy Yunyu said, "Brother Yulong, you have to bet on your own disciple to win in order for this bet to stand. Weren't you quite optimistic about your disciple just now? Why are you not optimistic now?"

Fatty Yulong said, "I was just joking. Of course I have to support my own disciple! Okay, I accept this bet. However, if my disciple wins, I don't want Junior Sister Yuying to say "I surrender" three times every time she sees me. I want her to say "Senior Brother Yulong, you are so strong and fierce" three times every time.

Fairy Yunyu said, "Yulong, you are too disgusting."

Fatty Yulong laughed and said, "Junior Sister Yuying hasn't said anything yet, how did you jump out of the body? Do you want to gamble too?"

Fairy Yunyu said, "Let's bet!"

Fairy Yunmu said, "Count me in!"

Fairy Shouchi said, "And me! Yuying, the four of us sisters will bet with him together! I just don't believe that unlearned Ye Feng can defeat Junior Brother Nangong, who has already reached the Guiyuan realm!"

True Man Yuying glanced at the arena, nodded slowly, and said, "Okay, let's make a bet. If we lose, every time we see you, the four of us will say three times, 'Brother Yulong, you are so strong and fierce.' Conversely, if you see the four of us, you must also say three times, 'I surrender!'"

"A word is settled!"

Fatty Yulong immediately jumped up from his chair.

With his hands cupped to his mouth, he shouted, "You little bastard! You can't lose! If you win this competition, I'll wash your underwear for three months! If you lose, I'll break your legs!"

Ye Feng didn't know that he had become a gambling game on the fat master's gambling table.

I couldn't hear the fat master's shouts in the distance either.

He had been forced to the east edge of the ring by Nangong Yan.

This was a very unfavorable position with no way to retreat. If he faced Nangong Yan's lightning-fast sword, it would be difficult for him to resist for too long.

He had to distance himself from Nangong Yan as quickly as possible.

Seeing that Ye Feng refused to give up his sword and admit defeat, Nangong Yan didn't waste any words.

The figure flashed and the sword was drawn as fast as lightning.

With a flash of sword light, the Lingfeng Sword was already in front of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng locked onto the Lingfeng Immortal Sword with his spiritual sense and quickly drew his sword to block.

Although Nangong Yan is very fast, the Purple Lightning and Green Frost in Ye Feng's hand also has an extremely high speed bonus.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to defeat Yun Shuang'er in the flying competition when he had just reached the level of flying.

The last time he teased Shangguan Lan in Yunhai Pavilion, even his third senior brother Qin Han, a master in the Divine Silence Realm, couldn't catch up with him!

Facing the swift sword, Ye Feng countered it with every move.

To outsiders, Ye Feng was standing on the ring, dancing the rusty sword quickly.

There were more than a dozen Nangong Yans, who were beginning to attack Ye Feng from all directions.

It was not a clone, nor was it an illusion, but an afterimage formed by Nangong Yan's extremely fast speed.

Nangong Yan became more and more frightened as the fight went on.

Her speed has reached its limit.

However, every quick sword move he made was blocked by Ye Feng.

It seems that the rusty sword in Ye Feng's hand also has wind attributes.

Moreover, Nangong Yan clearly felt that the purple-green immortal sword had extraordinary spiritual power.

Although his Lingfeng Sword was slightly lower in grade than Fang Tong's Xuanfeng Sword, it was still a top-grade spiritual weapon, only a step away from being a low-grade immortal weapon.

And his cultivation has indeed reached the Guiyuan realm, and his spiritual power is much stronger than Ye Feng's.

However, during the quick sword attack, Nangong Yan clearly felt that every time the two swords collided, he would endure a very strong recoil force.

After striking out with the sword a hundred times, her right arm holding the sword began to feel numb.

"That rusty sword is really strange! It looks ordinary, but how can it be so powerful? Is this why Qin Keke had to drop from the sky to engage in close combat with this kid?"