Evil Master and Disciple

As the saying goes: Don’t judge a book by its cover, and don’t judge the depth of the ocean by its depth.

What this means is that we cannot judge the value of something just by looking at its appearance.

This is true for people and also for magic weapons.

Who could have imagined that the rusty sword in Ye Feng's hand, which had brought shame to the Yunhai Sect, was actually the Purple Lightning and Green Frost, ranked third among the Ten Great Divine Weapons?

Even though the power of thunder and lightning is now firmly suppressed by the barrier restriction inside the magic sword, it still does not affect its essence as a peerless divine weapon.

In just over ten seconds, Nangong Yan threw out more than a hundred sword strikes, which was an extremely fast speed for a young disciple.

Fang Tong's Xuanfeng Immortal Sword is of higher grade than the Lingfeng Sword in Nangong Yan's hand. However, since Fang Tong's cultivation is far inferior to Nangong Yan's, his sword-drawing speed is about half slower than Nangong Yan's.

More than ten afterimages of Nangong Yan's body have appeared on the ring.

Faced with such a swift sword, no one expected that Ye Feng could take it.

Although Ye Feng looked very embarrassed and reluctant, he finally blocked Nangong Yan's wave of quick sword attacks.

The onlookers could only see the dazzling sword light and Nangong Yan's afterimage.

All that could be heard was a rapid, loud bang like firecrackers exploding.

Even the strong ones from the elder generation could not truly feel the pressure that both sides on the ring were under at this moment.

Ye Feng’s pressure lies in Nangong Yan’s speed, which is almost beyond his spiritual sense’s control.

Nangong Yan's pressure came from the immortal sword in Ye Feng's hand, which was like a piece of ten-thousand-year-old black iron that could not be cut, split, or flattened...

Both sides were extremely shocked at this moment.

Ye Feng tried to activate the Tai Chi Xuan Sword Technique to counter Nangong Yan's quick sword attack. He didn't know whether it was because he had not practiced well enough or because Nangong Yan's sword was too fast.

The Tai Chi Xuan Jian Jue, which had shown great power in the last match against Qin Keke, had almost no effect when facing Nangong Yan at this moment.

As soon as the two swords touched, they separated immediately. Everything happened in a flash. There was no room to display the mysterious sword intent of using the opponent's force to defeat him, and using a little force to move a large object. As a result, Ye Feng was constantly being beaten passively.

Ye Feng knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose.

Although his speed could barely keep up with Nangong Yan's sword-drawing speed.

But if he fails to defend against a single sword strike, he will be defeated.

Now Ye Feng can be sure that Nangong Yan has indeed reached the Guiyuan Realm, which is one level higher than himself.

Fortunately, he had the Purple Lightning and Blue Frost in his hand.

If the spiritual power of the magic sword in his hand was a little weaker or the speed was a little slower, Ye Feng would have lost long ago.

Ye Feng knew clearly that the key to his victory did not lie in himself, but in the Purple-Green Divine Sword.

At this moment, he was very conflicted.

Nangong Yan is not his enemy, so there is no need to continue fighting.

But he felt very unwilling to let Ye Feng admit defeat now.

In the previous life, I was a little transparent person who was never cared about by anyone.

He has wanted to prove himself since he was a child.

He didn't want to continue living like this.

He wanted to be the focus of everyone's attention.

However, even if the power of the Purple-Green Divine Sword is activated, can it really defeat Nangong Yan who has reached the Guiyuan realm?

Ye Feng couldn't be sure about this.

If he activated the power of Purple Lightning and Green Frost but still couldn't defeat Nangong Yan, wouldn't his most powerful trick have been exposed in vain?

So Ye Feng was struggling over whether to continue fighting or just admit defeat.

At this moment, after a wave of quick sword strikes, Nangong Yan did not attack again. Instead, his body quickly retreated more than two feet, as if he was on guard against Ye Feng taking advantage of the situation to counterattack when he returned his sword.

After the two sides distanced themselves from each other, the first thing they did was to switch the magic swords they were holding in their right hands to their left hands.

It was obvious that both sides' arms were numb from the recoil of the force during this sword fight.

Under the ring, in the crowd.

Qin Keke looked at the slightly trembling right arms of the two men on the ring, and said to Chen Shuwen beside her, "I told you, that purple-green rusted sword in Ye Feng's hand is nothing simple. I was forced to do nothing by that sword at the time, so I had no choice but to descend from the sky and engage in close combat. Otherwise, in a moment, the sword would have knocked my sword off my hand."

Chen Shuwen nodded slowly.

There were also some people next to him, all of whom were Chen Shuwen’s good friends, such as Lin Yi, Zhan Yulong, Sikong Zhan, Qin Han, etc.

Lin Yi's expression was a little serious, and he said, "I was skeptical before, but now I completely believe what Junior Sister Qin said.

Ye Feng... What is the origin of Ye Feng's sword?"

Sikong Zhan said, "Didn't they say they got it from the sword tomb in the back mountain four months ago?"

Zhan Yulong said, "Is there such a powerful immortal sword in the sword tomb? This sword can force Junior Sister Qin to have no power to resist, and can make Nangong Yan, who has reached the Guiyuan realm, unable to do anything to it. The grade of this sword is at least a high-grade immortal weapon, and it may even be a divine weapon.

There is absolutely no way a divine sword of divine grade could exist in the Sword Tomb."

Everyone nodded slightly when they heard this.

That’s right, when the Sword Tomb was first established, there were indeed some immortal swords of good quality.

But with the vigorous development of the Yunhai Sect over the past two thousand years, those high-grade immortal swords had already been taken away by the disciples.

Nowadays, there are more than 100,000 immortal swords kept on the sword tomb all year round, and hundreds of young disciples go to the sword tomb to look for swords every day.

Every immortal sword on the sword tomb has been pulled out and checked countless times by the disciples.

However, everyone saw clearly the quick sword strike by Nangong Yan just now.

Even masters like Lin Yi who have reached the Guiyuan realm do not dare to say that they can withstand that wave of fast sword attacks.

But Ye Feng took it on.

Ye Feng is sixteen years old this year, and it has been less than half a year since he reached the level of flying.

How could he withstand Nangong Yan's fierce attack?

Any disciple with a little knowledge could see that the key to the problem was not Ye Feng himself, but the sword in his hand.

Around the ring, the cheers and shouts gradually died down.

The disciples were all talking about it.

On the stage, Ye Feng and Nangong Yan, two people who were considered cynical by the disciples of Yunhai Sect, restrained their expressions and looked very serious.

Nangong Yan secretly activated his true energy to quickly relieve the numbness in his right arm.

Her bright eyes stared at Ye Feng and said, "Good boy, you have some skills. What is the origin of that broken sword in your hand?"

Ye Feng glanced at Zi Qing and then said, "I told you before the duel that my sword is called Zi Qing. I found it in the Sword Tomb four months ago. It's a low-grade treasure."

Nangong Yan suddenly reached out and gently patted his fair and delicate cheek.

Said: "Boy, do you know what this is?"

Ye Feng was a little confused and asked, "Isn't that a face?"

"Yes, it's my face! Just look at my battle-hardened, weather-beaten face and you'll know I've seen a lot!

I've seen a lot of things. A low-grade treasure? Are you kidding me? If that broken purple rust sword of yours was a low-grade treasure, I would have swallowed up the entire arena right there!

Ye Feng corrected him: "It's not the Purple Rust Broken Sword. My sword is called Purple Green. It just has a little rust on the sword."

Nangong Yan said angrily: "I don't care whether it's Ziqing or Zixiu in your hand, Xiaofeng, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now.

You know, I practice wind swordsmanship. Once I enter berserk mode, even I get scared! I don't want to hurt you."

Ye Feng looked down at Ziqing again.

A faint light slowly emerged from the rusty sword.

The light was a bit strange. It was not the dark blue that Ye Feng was familiar with. It seemed a bit purple.

Ye Feng frowned slightly, wondering if this was the origin of the name Zi Dian Qing Shuang?

Ye Feng and the Purple Green Divine Sword were in tune with each other, and he could feel the strong fighting spirit emanating from the Purple Green Divine Sword at this moment.

Yes.

This sword has been lost in the world for so many years.

It must be lonely too.

It seemed to sense the master's thoughts.

Light emanated from the purple-green divine sword, gathering into tiny purple-blue streaks that quickly wrapped around the back of Ye Feng's hand and soon covered his entire arm.

Ye Feng felt a strange chill on his arm.

Ye Feng was very puzzled at this moment.

Isn’t the Purple Lightning and Blue Frost a divine weapon of thunder?

Thunder magic weapons are pure yang and extremely strong.

Why does the purple lightning and blue frost give me a feeling of extreme coldness.

This feeling is not the first time.

Many times Ye Feng felt that this sword seemed to be emitting cold air.

"It seems that my development of the Purple and Green Sword is far from enough!"

Thinking of this, Ye Feng no longer hesitated and looked up at the beautiful girl in aqua green clothes in front of him.

He said, "Senior Sister Nangong, use whatever tricks you have. I, Ye Feng, will only be defeated honorably. I will not throw down my sword and admit defeat."

"Good! You're so courageous, worthy of being raised by me!"

She originally wanted to say "big breasts", but considering that there were tens of thousands of people gathered around, she felt a little embarrassed and didn't dare to say it out loud.

It was exactly the opposite of the situation Qin Keke faced. At that time, Ye Feng forced her to engage in close combat with the Purple and Green Divine Sword.

At this moment, Nangong Yan knew that it would be difficult for him to defeat Ye Feng in close combat, and he might even be counterattacked by that strange rusty sword.

So, Nangong Yan prepared to compete with Ye Feng in true energy.

She wanted to rely on her powerful spiritual power in the Guiyuan Realm to exhaust Ye Feng to death.

Although this tactic is a bit shameless.

But this battle is very important to her.

As long as she can win for sure, she will use any prescribed method.

Including high-level monks, who use the method of consuming spiritual power to deplete the spiritual power in the bodies of low-level monks.

Ye Feng thought that Nangong Yan was going to launch another lightning attack on him, so he was on high alert.

Unexpectedly, this time Nangong Yan did not rush forward to use his sword on him, but instead flew into the air.

He quickly changed his hand seals and sword techniques, muttering something.

Ye Feng stared at it in a daze.

What's going on? Does Nangong Yan want to let me win, or is she crazy?

Isn't the advantage of the Wind Sword in close combat? Why did she give up the close combat of the sword?

I'm still thinking about how to distance myself from it.

Nangong Yan pulled it open himself.

call……

The wind started to blow.

As Nangong Yan's sword techniques and hand seals continued to change, the wind became stronger and faster.

At this moment, Ye Feng's hair and clothes on the ring were dancing wildly in the strong wind, making a rustling sound.

Ye Feng felt that he was facing a gale of more than level 12, and his body was a little unstable.

You can only focus on your feet to keep them firmly attached to the ring.

The strong wind seemed to be confined to the arena, as the arena was protected by a magic circle and barrier. This water curtain barrier could not only block spiritual power and magic weapons, but also block the wind.

Because the strong wind hit the water curtain of the barrier and could not escape, countless violent whirlwinds were formed on the ring.

In the strong wind, there seemed to be a sharp sword energy.

"What's going on? Master, please come out quickly!"

Ye Feng had never experienced such a strange scene before. While Nangong Yan's ultimate move had not yet been fully condensed, his mind quickly entered the sea of ​​souls to ask for advice from his master.

Ye Fuyou said, "This is the sword intent law that can only be comprehended after reaching the Guiyuan realm. It is also a very powerful wind sword intent. Boy, you are in trouble."

"If I hadn't encountered any trouble, I wouldn't have disturbed you. This wind sword intent is so strange, how can I decipher it?"

“Although this little girl has only comprehended the first level of sword intent, her combat power cannot be underestimated.

The first level of the Wind Sword Intent is to control the sword with the mind, control the wind with the sword, and transform the mind with the wind.

Especially in this closed arena, the wind cannot disperse, which will double its power.

If you were also in the Guiyuan realm, you could use the Eight Desolations Sword that Lao Liu gave you to resist, but you have not reached the Guiyuan realm, so it would be difficult for you to resist.

However, Zidian Qingshuang's spiritual power is very strong, and perhaps he can help you."