From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

"Ding!"

A soft sound, like pearls falling onto a jade plate!

Meng Fei's deadly "Crescent Moon" strike was slightly deflected by this sudden sword strike, narrowly missing Fang Zheng's neck by half an inch.

The newcomer was none other than Linghu Chong, the head of the Hengshan Sect. The sword strike he had just used was the Breaking Sword Style from the Dugu Nine Swords.

Master Fangzheng took the opportunity to float back a few steps, chanted a Buddhist prayer, looked at Linghu Chong with gratitude, and then looked at Meng Fei with a more solemn expression.

Meng Fei stood with his sword in hand, his cold gaze sweeping over Fang Zheng before finally landing on Linghu Chong, who was holding his sword horizontally in front of him.

"Brother Linghu, are you also going to stop me?"

Meng Fei's voice was icy, with a hint of barely perceptible chill.

He then stepped forward, and his sword energy surged once more, more condensed and more dangerous than before.

"Today, no matter what, I swear to kill Yu Canghai! Those who stand in my way are enemies, not friends!"

Seeing the unwavering resolve in Meng Fei's eyes, Linghu Chong frowned slightly and hurriedly explained, "Brother Meng, please hold your hand! Master Fangzheng is a grandmaster of martial arts; how can you be so reckless? Besides..."

"Shut up! I swear I won't rest until I kill Yu Canghai today! Linghu Chong, are you going to back down or not?"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Fei's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his sword aura rose again. He pushed the sword intent of the Thirteen Deadly Swords to its limit, and the sword light flashed, simultaneously enveloping Fang Zheng and Linghu Chong.

Once the sword was drawn, its light seemed to transform into a tangible yet intangible shadow, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, and carrying with it an unyielding will to pursue relentlessly until death.

It is the seventh of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, Shadow Chaser!

"Sizzle—!"

A tearing sound rang out. Although Fang Zheng protected his body with his exquisite Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm, his monk's robe was still ripped open by a cunning "Shadow Sword".

At the same time, facing the relentless Shadow-Chasing Sword, which was like a leech, Linghu Chong immediately unleashed a sword-breaking technique with his longsword. Although he managed to deflect most of the attacks, he was still forced to take a step back.

What amazing swordsmanship!

Linghu Chong was secretly alarmed. Meng Fei's swordsmanship seemed to have improved a lot since he was at Shaolin, and his swordsmanship had become more unpredictable and elusive.

After forcing the two back, Meng Fei's eyes flashed with cold light. His figure was as fast as lightning, and his long sword transformed into a blood-red rainbow, stabbing straight at Yu Canghai, who was hiding behind him. This sword was wielded with anger and was determined to kill!

"No!"

"Stop, Benefactor Meng!"

Fang Zheng and Linghu Chong shouted almost simultaneously, trying to stop Meng Fei from killing Yu Canghai.

Master Fangzheng unleashed his full power from the Yi Jin Jing, unleashing the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm, its "Buddha's Light Shining Everywhere" as powerful as a mountain, striking towards Meng Fei's back, attempting to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao!

At the same time, Linghu Chong also unleashed the Dugu Nine Swords, the sword light changing, aiming directly at the key points of Meng Fei's sword moves, striving to force him to defend.

Feeling the two powerful and fierce gusts of wind behind him that posed a deadly threat, Meng Fei hated the two men to the core, but he had no choice but to temporarily suspend his killing blow against Yu Canghai. Instead, he turned around, drew his sword, and met the incoming attack.

"Clang clang clang! Bang bang bang!"

The sounds of metal clashing and energy colliding instantly blended together.

On the Fengchan Platform, sword energy crisscrossed and palm shadows danced, as three figures engaged in a fierce battle of speed.

Meng Fei faced two top masters of the era single-handedly, yet showed no fear, wielding the Thirteen Deadly Swords with unparalleled skill.

Sometimes it's like a serpent spitting its tongue, cunning and unpredictable; other times it's like a rainbow piercing the sun, majestic and powerful. In the transition between offense and defense, it brings out the "speed, ruthlessness, and accuracy" of swordsmanship to the fullest.

On the other hand, Master Fangzheng's palm techniques were exquisite, his internal energy was powerful, and every move he made was as steady as Mount Tai. Linghu Chong's swordsmanship was divine, and every move he made was exquisite. When the two of them joined forces, their power was astonishing.

If it were an ordinary expert, they would probably have been defeated long ago under the combined attack of the two. However, Meng Fei was able to fight back with the Thirteen Deadly Swords, and his sword light was not disordered at all. He even occasionally countered with a sword, forcing the two to defend themselves.

The thousands of martial arts practitioners below the stage were already dumbfounded, and they were even more shocked by Meng Fei's swordsmanship!

"Is...is Meng Fei even human? He single-handedly fought against Master Fangzheng, a feat that is truly astonishing, and now with Sect Leader Linghu joining the fray, he can still hold his own?!"

"His swordsmanship... is terrifying! Every move is deadly, every strike ruthless; no wonder he's known as the 'Evil Swordsman'!"

"Indeed! Abbot Fangzheng's Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm is a Shaolin specialty! Sect Leader Linghu's swordsmanship is also unparalleled in the world! This Meng Fei... can actually fight two opponents at once without being at a disadvantage?!"

Exclamations, exclamations of admiration, and gasps of horror filled the air as everyone's eyes were fixed on the three figures on the stage, their hearts filled with unparalleled shock.

Seeing that Master Fangzheng and Linghu Chong were determined to stop him, Meng Fei's last trace of hesitation and concern completely disappeared.

The faces of Aya and Alu flashed through his mind. Anxiety, worry, anger... all sorts of emotions acted as fuel, igniting the killing intent in his chest to an unprecedented intensity.

A fierce, almost insane glint flashed in his eyes, and his swordplay suddenly became extremely strange. It was not faster or more ruthless, but rather it exuded a chilling, tragic aura that made all things grieve.

Thirteen Deadly Swords – The Eighth Sword, Weeping Blood!

Once the sword was drawn, its light seemed to transform into a dark red blood mist, constantly eroding and disrupting the opponent's blood and internal energy circulation.

"Pfft!" "Sizzle!" "Sizzle!"

Almost at the same instant, Master Fangzheng suddenly felt the power of the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm stagnate, as if it were entangled by invisible blood threads. Linghu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords also seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gloom, losing its agility.

As for Meng Fei himself, a cut had appeared on his arm from the backlash of the sword energy, and bright red blood dripped slowly down his arm onto the spine of the Azure Blood Sword.

The Azure Blood Sword emitted a deep hum, and then its blade shone brightly, unleashing an even more violent and ferocious aura!

Blood served as the catalyst, and the sword's intent resonated! At this moment, the Azure Blood Sword seemed to have truly awakened, merging with its master's resolute killing intent!

Upon seeing this, Fang Zheng and Linghu Chong were both horrified! They could clearly sense that Meng Fei's aura and sword momentum had suddenly risen to a more dangerous and unpredictable level after the Jade Blood Sword drank blood!

Meng Fei, however, seemed oblivious to the wound on his arm. His gaze was fixed on Yu Canghai, whose face was ashen, with only pure, all-consuming killing intent in his eyes!

As the Azure Blood Sword slowly rose, pointing at Yu Canghai, a chilling, deadly sword intent, capable of causing one's soul to tremble and bringing death to the enemy, was frantically gathering on Meng Fei's body—

Thirteen Deadly Swords – The Ninth Sword, No Return!

Once this sword is drawn, it will either kill the enemy or devour the user!

"Brother Meng! Wait a minute—!"

Linghu Chong watched with trepidation. He could clearly feel the resolute will and terrifying power contained in Meng Fei's sword strike, and at the same time, he saw the utter madness burning in Meng Fei's eyes.

If this sword were to be unleashed, not only would Yu Canghai die, but Master Fangzheng, himself, and many others on and off the stage would also be caught up in this devastating sword force!

More importantly, he saw in Meng Fei's reckless madness the extreme pain and fear of losing someone important, which instantly reminded him of his own feelings when searching for Ren Yingying.

In a flash, Linghu Chong shouted out the most important words at the fastest speed he had ever spoken.

"Meng Fei! Stop! Your two friends are in Hengshan!"