When Xu Zimo came to the arena, a dense crowd had already gathered here.
In the center of the arena, two young men stood holding swords.
The young man on the left is wearing a green shirt, his eyes are indifferent, and endless sword intent bursts out of his eyes.
His whole body was enveloped by this sword intent, which was tough and eternal, giving people an eternal and indestructible artistic conception.
The young man on the right is wearing a white robe, he doesn't have much aura, and there is no sharp sword light around him.
He looked more like an ordinary person, with a white robe like snow and a three-foot sword hanging from his waist.
Xu Zimo looked at the young man in white robe and was slightly surprised.
"Isn't that Yan Buhui?" Xiao Guizi was taken aback and said in surprise.
Before Yan Buhui bid farewell to Xu Zimo, saying that he was going to the world of mortals to comprehend his own way of swordsmanship.
At that time, Xu Zimo thought that he would train in the Far West, but he didn't expect to come directly to the Eastern Continent.
It's been a long time since I saw him, but Yan Buhui's aura is quite back to basics.
He is no longer always showing his fiercest sword light like before.
Watching the confrontation between the two in the arena, the crowd below were discussing noisyly.
"Look at that young man in white robe, he's not doing very well. He lost to Chuanjian Qin Feiming just in terms of aura."
"You think anyone can compare with Qin Feiming. A few years ago, the holy son of the Mo family came to challenge him, but he left in disgrace."
"Which Mo family?" Someone asked inexplicably.
"There are still a few Mo families in the core area of the Eastern Continent. Of course, it is the Mo family where the Daoist Emperor is."
Hearing the man's explanation, the person next to him asked curiously: "My own son is defeated, will the people of the Mo family just sit back and watch?"
"Then do you know the origin of Qin Feiming?" Someone said with a smile: "He is from Tianya Pavilion."
It was just three simple words of Tianya Pavilion, and the scene immediately fell silent.
One family and three emperors, this inheritance hangs above everyone's heads like a sharp knife.
From the time when Emperor Tianya carried the mandate of heaven to establish Tianya Pavilion, and later it was blessed by Emperor Zhiji and Liedi.
This huge organization is not a sect, nor a family, but exists like an intelligence organization.
They collect news about all the strange people and things in the world, and then sell the news to those who need it.
Even the World's Odd Object List and the World's Most Popular List are all ranked by them.
Tianya Pavilion is headquartered in the Central Continent, and they have also set up branches in the other four continents.
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In the center of the arena, Qin Feiming stared at Yan Buhui calmly, and said calmly, "Defeat me, and you will get the inheritance of the Eternal Sword God."
"I don't care about the inheritance of the sword god," Yan Buhui smiled, and said slowly: "I just enjoy the process of fighting with the sword cultivator."
Hearing Yan Buhui's words, Qin Feiming's eyes narrowed slightly, his blue shirt fluttered, and he slashed out with a sword.
There was a sudden sword light falling from the sky, and the world seemed to be cut in half.
Yan Buhui raised his head slightly, at this moment, his whole body was like a sharp sword out of its sheath.
He replaced the sword with his hand, and slowly cut out his right hand in the air.
The sword light that fell from the sky instantly shattered and turned into nothingness.
"I learned swordsmanship when I was three years old." Yan Buhui looked at Qin Feiming and said calmly, "When I was seven years old, a very important person in my life left me."
A slight breeze blew from the sky and the earth, blowing the long hair on Yan Buhui's head into a mess.
He looked down at the sword in his hand, and muttered to himself: "From now on, this sword will be my only companion in my life."
At the moment when the "clang clang" sounded, the sky filled with sword light fluttered fiercely and messily in the air.
"When I was sixteen, I ascended to the Holy Ancestor, and in the same year I received the inheritance from my ancestors."
With the long sword out of its sheath, he pointed at Qin Feiming with the sword, and said indifferently: "Since then, I have stepped into the rivers and lakes and honed my swordsmanship in the world of mortals.
I came all the way from the Far West to the ancient city of Hunyuan. I have seen the bandits of Mohan robbing the villages. I draw my sword, that is justice.
I have seen casual cultivators in the servant hall fight bloody rivers for a secret book, and I understand that behind the ridiculous humbleness lies the reality that weakness is the original sin.
I have also seen sect disciples intrigue, and I have seen fathers block their children behind their backs before innocent passers-by died.
A long time ago, I told myself to take the ruthless way of swordsmanship, but along the way, I discovered that people are not grass and trees, and no one can be ruthless.
After all, I cannot escape my emotions and desires. "
Yan Buhui slowly swung the long sword in his hand, the sword shadows were roaring all over the sky, tearing apart the sky, sweeping half of the world, with an irresistible lingering aura.
The sword light cut down in the air, Qin Feiming looked solemnly, and he raised the long sword in his hand.
With a soft roar, an unprecedented bright sword light burst out from the long sword.
The whole body of this sword light is entwined with wisps of gray air, giving the impression that it is immortal, tenacious and tenacious.
"Qin Feiming's immortal sword intent," someone muttered to himself.
"It is said that it is a side branch he comprehended from the eternal sword intent of the eternal sword god."
When the gray sword intent soared into the sky, two dazzling sword lights collided together at the same time.
The sky was raging with wind and clouds, and the sharp sword intended to create endless waves of air in the sky.
A mushroom cloud slowly bloomed in the sky, as if the void was shaking.
Layer upon layer of ripples trembled in the void.
There was a "rumbling" explosion in everyone's ears, and the light in the ears gradually subsided from the initial brilliance after the impact.
Everyone in the audience watched the changes in the arena.
Although the battle was so fierce, the arena with its two horns remained unchanged at all.
It bears the weight of the two eras, and has also experienced unprecedented catastrophes in the wild era.
It is still strong today.
The two people in the field stood facing each other, and the endless wind and waves aroused by the sword light blew their clothes and long hair suddenly and loudly.
"You are very good," Qin Feiming said slowly after being silent for a while.
As his words fell, there was only a "click", and the long sword in his hand broke in two.
"The sword is broken," someone in the audience murmured in disbelief.
"Swords also have feelings," Yan Buhui replied flatly.
At this moment, all four veins on his body were opened, and the aura belonging to the empty veins enveloped the surroundings.
Eyes are like swords, and people are also swords.
"You won," Qin Feiming said with some difficulty.
His words were a little melancholy, but also seemed a little relieved.
"No, change to another sword, let's fight again," Yan Buhui shook his head and said.
"I missed a move after all," Qin Feiming shook his head, and said, "Ten thousand times, it will be the same result.
Immortal Sword Intent, I am too attached to the superficial meaning of these two words.
If you win, you are also eligible to receive the true inheritance of the master. "
Hearing Qin Feiming's words, even if it was the inheritance of the sword god, Yan Buhui remained calm from beginning to end.