I have the face of a great demon.

"Yu Yong, you're still too green."

"You think you can fight me just because you can unleash a few sword energies?"

"Hey, you're still a long way off!"

As Cheng Qian spoke, he brandished his longsword, launching a fierce attack on Yu Yong like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

The sword light flashed, and its aura was menacing.

Yu Yong knew that he had reached a critical moment of life and death; if he didn't win, he would die. He had no choice but to fight desperately.

Suddenly, the forest was filled with sword shadows and sword energy. Liu Xingchen and Tie Zhu watched intently, exclaiming how exciting it was.

Liu Xingchen, in particular, seemed to see the essence of martial arts in the duel between the master and disciple, and secretly memorized many moves.

However, this thrilling battle did not last long.

After about ten moves, Yu Yong had several deep wounds on his body, and blood was gushing out. He soon could not hold on any longer.

In the end, he could only use his sword as a staff, barely managing to kneel down, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

Cheng Qian remained calm and composed, though his once-neat clothes now bore several scratches.

"Hehehe, my disciple, this is the last thing your master will teach you."

Cheng Qian's voice carried a hint of mockery.

"Sword energy alone is not enough. Without true qi protecting your body, how can you defend against my sword energy? How can you fight me?"

Cheng Qian seemed to think that wasn't enough, and added:

"Oh, right. The divine sword can only let you unleash sword energy, it can't protect you. Hahahaha..."

Amid Cheng Qian's smug laughter, Yu Yong coughed up several more mouthfuls of blood, finally collapsing to the ground in despair, lifeless.

Cheng Qian stepped forward, picked up the black divine sword, and his smile became even brighter.

He gently wiped the blade, as if admiring a work of art.

"This divine sword has finally fallen into my hands."

Liu Xingchen and Tie Zhu stood in the woods, witnessing the entire thrilling battle.

With the dust settled, they thought the turmoil was over and they could finally breathe a sigh of relief and return to their sect to report.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Qian suddenly pointed his sword at Liu Xingchen and said coldly:

"Liu Xingchen, you have secretly possessed a divine sword and plotted to harm our sect's disciples. Your crimes deserve death. Today, our sect is here to clean house."

Tie Zhu was taken aback, then retorted:

"What? Didn't you just say that Yu Yong was the mastermind behind the possession of the divine sword?"

"No need to say anything more." Liu Xingchen interrupted Tie Zhu, his voice calm but tinged with helplessness.

"He doesn't care at all who possessed the divine sword; it's just an excuse."

"He got the divine sword and wants to kill us to silence us."

"Huh? Why are you killing us to silence us?"

"Now that the Azure Sky Sect has obtained the divine sword, we are also disciples of the Azure Sky Sect," Tie Zhu asked, puzzled.

"Because he didn't want the Azure Sky Sect to get the divine sword; he wanted to keep it for himself."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Qian's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Liu Xingchen, you are indeed very smart. It's just a pity that in this world, the smartest people often don't live long."

After saying that, he brandished his divine sword, its cold light flashing, and charged straight at Liu Xingchen.

Just then, a burst of laughter came from above, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Cheng Qian suddenly stopped and looked up at the source of the sound.

On the treetop sat an old man in blue robes, his hair and beard all white, watching the scene below with a broad smile.

"Sikong Chen!"

Cheng Qian's voice carried a hint of shock. He never expected that the renowned number one expert in the martial arts world, Sword Saint Sikong Chen, would appear here.

This old man has been famous in the martial arts world for decades. His unparalleled swordsmanship has never met its match. Even the Cangqiong Sect has to treat him with respect.

"I was unaware of your presence, Senior Sikong. I apologize for not welcoming you properly. Once I have settled my affairs, I would like to invite you to our humble sect for a chat."

Cheng Qian's tone was respectful, but more so wary.

"Hehe, I have no say in whether you want to clean house or not. But I am quite interested in that divine sword you have."

Cheng Qian's face darkened: "Senior Sikong, this sword belongs to our Cangqiong Sect. You mustn't break the rules of the martial world."

"Haha, all of your Skyfall Sect owns them? I doubt it."

“I’ve been here for a while now, and I can see it clearly. This sword clearly belongs to this young man.”

"You stole his sword and wanted to kill him to silence him. Who exactly broke the rules of the martial world?" Sikong Chen's voice carried a hint of mockery.

Upon hearing this, Tie Zhu exclaimed happily, "Oh, this old man is a good person; he's willing to stand up for us!"

Liu Xingchen shook his head: "Tiezhu, don't be too naive. It's all for this divine sword."

Cheng Qian angrily asked, "Sikong Chen, what exactly do you want?"

"Leave the sword behind, and you can leave."

"Dream on!" Cheng Qian was furious. He finally drew his divine sword, and the sharp sword energy shot straight at Sikong Chen.

Liu Xingchen could see it clearly; the colorless and transparent sword energy actually had a faint blue tinge.

Based on his experience using the divine sword in front of the cliff, Liu Xingchen knew that the sword energy had transformed into sword light.

Sikong Chen bent his body backward, performing a bridge maneuver. A pale blue sword light grazed above him, cleaving seven or eight large trees behind him in half, causing them to crash to the ground and kick up a cloud of dust.

"Hahaha, Brother Cheng, with the divine sword, your martial arts have indeed improved by a lot. Now that's more interesting."

"I'm itching to practice, so I'll play with you."

Sikong Chen laughed loudly, and as he laughed, he drew his longsword. A sword light sliced ​​through the air and came straight at Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian moved nimbly, deflecting each attack one by one.

Cheng Qian needs a divine sword to unleash his sword aura, while Sikong Chen can emit sword aura with just an ordinary sword. The title of the world's number one master is indeed well-deserved.

The two then engaged in a fierce battle, with sword beams flying everywhere, causing damage to the trees in the forest.

Seeing that the two were locked in a fierce battle, Liu Xingchen immediately pulled on the iron pillar.

"Let's run while they're fighting."

If they don't leave now, when will they? Once the two have decided who is the winner, the victor might kill them to silence them.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Liu Xingchen and Tie Zhu slipped away quietly.

"Brother Xingchen, which way do we go?"

"We just came from the south, where there are definitely still many Skyfall Sect pursuers. Let's head north!"

The two walked quickly through the woods, and soon they heard that familiar laughter.

Before the laughter subsided, Sikong Chen suddenly descended from the sky, blocking their path.

Liu Xingchen braced himself and asked respectfully:

"Senior Master Sikong, may I ask what brings you here?"

Sikong Chen smiled slightly, but it carried a hint of coldness.

“Cheng Qian has been executed; now it’s time to send you two on your way.”

Upon hearing this, Tie Zhu couldn't help but shout.

"Senior Sikong, we have not offended you, nor have we stolen your divine sword."