Despite the loud noise of the courtyard wall collapsing, no one in the entire mansion came to check. Even the steward who had just left did not come. Ji Yuan looked around and found that the entire mansion did not seem to be covered by any restrictions, but it seemed too quiet.
But Ji Yuan could still feel the breath of everyone in the official residence. It seemed that tampering with everyone's five senses might not be able to offset the impact of the fight, so Ji Yuan directly took out the "Sword Intent Post" from his hand, shook it, and suddenly small words flew out and flew everywhere without Ji Yuan saying anything.
Zhu Yan seemed not to have seen Ji Yuan cast the restriction, and just looked at Zuo Wuji without blinking. Seeing that Zuo Wuji didn't say anything, Zhu Yan immediately rushed forward again, ready to subdue Zuo Wuji.
But when Zhu Yan approached Zuo Wuji and the latter was ready to fight back, a flash of sword light brushed past Zhu Yan's forehead, causing him to step back two steps. At this moment, two more sword lights flashed before his eyes. He dodged one by turning his head, and grabbed the other directly with his hand.
"Puff..."
A flash of blood appeared, and Zhu Yan opened his right palm and found that although he had crushed the sword light, his right palm had been cut. A few drops of blood flew out, and after a breath of rest, they flew back into the palm. The wound on it also healed quickly, but although the wound healed, there was always a slight numbness and itchiness at the cut position, which slowly disappeared as the hot blood surged like a tide.
Zhu Yan finally turned his head and focused his attention on Ji Yuan.
Ji Yuan looked at Zhu Yan indifferently and slowly retracted his sword.
"Friend Zhu, you went too far by attacking Hero Zuo without any reason. Next time, I will draw my sword!"
Buzz…
The Qingteng Sword revealed its sword shape, and the sound of the sword was filled with infinite sword intent, making it seem as if there was a terrifying sword light swaying behind Ji Yuan.
"Mr. Ji, you and I don't have to fight each other. We might even become friends."
Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhu Yan.
"From what Fellow Daoist Zhu said, it seems like we can't avoid fighting now?"
"As long as you don't mind Zuo Wuji's affairs, if you dare to stop me, even if you are Ji Yuan, I will not hold back!"
After hearing what Zhu Yan said, before Ji Yuan could say anything, Zuo Wuji behind him laughed out of anger.
"Hehe, did Zuo kill your parents or dig up your ancestors' graves? You are so hostile to me?"
Zhu Yan looked back at Zuo Wuji and smiled.
"I have no hostility towards you, the Martial Saint. On the contrary, I admire you very much. Whether you are willing or not, I will teach you the way of martial arts, but the method may not be to your liking."
Ji Yuan already had one hand behind his back, resting it on the hilt of the Qingteng Sword.
"I guess Mr. Ji doesn't agree with my suggestion? Well, let's fight first!"
Zhu Yan's voice was not loud, but the moment this sentence came out.
"boom… "
The ground beneath Zhu Yan's feet suddenly collapsed, and his figure became a blur as he rushed towards Ji Yuan, punching Ji Yuan in the face and chest.
“Zheng—”
The Qingteng Sword was unsheathed in an instant, and Ji Yuan did not retreat but advanced, twisting the sword forward. In the bright sword light, the sword energy and sword intent turned into a dazzling sword flower and greeted Zhu Yan.
“Dangdangdang…” “Hiss…hiss…” “Boom…boom…”
There was no collision of infinite magical techniques, and no earth-shaking movements, but Ji Yuan and Zhu Yan seemed to be constantly changing positions in this small courtyard. The immortal sword and Zhu Yan's fists kept colliding, making tearing sounds and various noises of metal clashing.
The sound was sometimes harsh and sometimes like thunder, and even in Zuo Wuji's ears it could still ring. The aftermath of the sword light and fist wind swept through, and the surrounding buildings were either cut apart and collapsed, or directly turned into dust.
Every time Zhu Yan wanted to hit Ji Yuan with his fists and claws, he would either hit the sharp Qingteng sword or directly hit Ji Yuan's pair of weak sleeves, making him feel either painful or as if he had no place to use his strength. The more he hit, the angrier he became.
"Roar-"
Zhu Yan, unable to suppress his anger, roared, with a pair of fangs showing at the corners of his mouth. He attacked with increasing strength and speed.
Zuo Wuji on the side couldn't even help. All he could do now was to try his best to dodge the aftermath of the fight between Ji Yuan and Zhu Yan. No matter whether it was fists or sword energy, he could not take them head-on. He could only use his own body skills to constantly dodge and move. The entire official residence had been completely destroyed, and even the surrounding buildings were not spared.
Zhu Yan's main skill was to protect only the eyes and other vital parts, and he hardly dodged or evaded other parts. He fought directly with Ji Yuan, enduring the damage from the sharp sword. He stuck to Ji Yuan no matter what, and even stepped on the ripples of Ji Yuan's magic power, just to prevent Ji Yuan from having enough response time to display his sword skills. However, he soon found that this did not seem to be able to do anything to Ji Yuan. Instead, his own sword wounds increased.
Ji Yuan was not in a much better condition at the moment. He was concentrating on dealing with Zhu Yan's attack with all his strength. Swordsmanship was originally a method of attack, but he was forced to focus on defense for 70% and offense for 30%, and was almost suffocated.
But even so, Ji Yuan adapted to the rhythm after a while, and Zhu Yan attacked wildly without defending, so that although Ji Yuan only had three points of initiative, every time he changed his tactics, he would inevitably injure Zhu Yan.
Moreover, Zhu Yan thought that he could suppress Ji Yuan and make him unable to cast spells, but Ji Yuan had already reached the point where his mind could sense the heaven and earth and the law would naturally emerge, which was even higher than the so-called words coming true. Like Zhu Yan, Ji Yuan was also observing the other party's ability.
After a fierce fight between the two sides, half of Xia Yongjing City was destroyed in just a dozen breaths, and his figures were constantly moving in the city.
Every time Zhu Yan stomped the ground, it didn't cause any damage when he was close to him, but the farther away he was, the greater the vibration. After he and Ji Yuan were more than ten miles away, Zuo Wuji felt as if the earth was shaking where he was. The few remaining houses and buildings in the capital city kept collapsing along with the city walls, and those that didn't fall down were also tottering.
The earth is torn apart...
The city buildings seemed to be blown directly into dust by the wind...
The boiling river in the city poured directly into the ground...
The broken pieces of the earth's crust are constantly rising and falling...
At this moment, both Ji Yuan and Zhu Yan were more and more surprised. Ji Yuan was shocked by the incredible strength of Zhu Yan's physique. Even though he was only holding the Qingteng Sword and was forced to wield the sword, he could withstand a direct collision with the immortal sword in his current state.
Zhu Yan was equally astonished at Ji Yuan's adaptability in swordsmanship. Needless to say, the power of the immortal sword's sword intent was also very strong. The tenacity of Ji Yuan's own magic power and the feeling of being in control of everything made him feel unfathomable.
At a certain moment, Ji Yuan swung his sleeve to block Zhu Yan's fist, and at the same time, the Qingteng sword flashed and sent the sword forward, straight to Zhu Yan's neck. At the moment when Zhu Yan wanted to withdraw, Ji Yuan shook his left hand, and the sleeve directly wrapped around one of Zhu Yan's fists, making it even more impossible for him to retreat.
At the moment when Zhu Yan raised his other hand, a golden light flashed in Ji Yuan's right sleeve, and the immortal rope that had been prepared long ago turned into a golden snake under this moment's flaw and wrapped around Zhu Yan's left arm, and even wrapped around Zhu Yan's body and legs, binding Zhu Yan's raised arm and body together.
“Hiss—Puff—”
The Green Ivy Sword slashed across Zhu Yan's neck with a whistling sound. At this moment, blood gushed out like a spring from a cracked jar, and the sharpness of the immortal sword seemed to increase by thousands of feet in an instant. The dazzling sword light was like a white rainbow that split the sky.
“Puff—”
The crack on Zhu Yan's neck expanded in an instant along with the white rainbow of the sword. Even though the resistance was like the collapse of a huge mountain, it was still completely cut in half at the same moment. A head with an expression of astonishment rose into the sky along with the blood fountain.
But at this moment, Zhu Yan's head suddenly opened his mouth and let out a shocking roar.
"Roar-"
The entire space seemed to be distorted by this roar. Even Ji Yuan frowned because of the stinging pain in his ears. At the same time, he felt a terrible force coming from his sleeves. Even the rope that tied the immortal came with a series of teeth-grinding creaking sounds.
The body of Zhu Yan, who had been beheaded, began to grow larger and larger, with endless white hair growing on his body. The rope that bound him also expanded. Ji Yuan, who had entangled one of Zhu Yan's hands, was like a rag doll that kept shrinking and was also being lifted up.
As a last resort, Ji Yuan could only let go of Zhu Yan's arm, but this hand instantly grabbed the rope on his body and tried to break it. At the same time, the blood on his neck seemed to turn into clusters of hard blood thorns, hitting Ji Yuan madly.
Ji Yuan stepped on the air but it seemed as if he had stepped on solid ground. He jumped up a hundred feet and lowered his head to spit out a red-gray line of fire. As soon as the line of fire came out, it seemed as if there was an endless shadow of real fire behind Ji Yuan.
Wow…
The Samadhi True Fire seemed to pour out from Ji Yuan's alchemy furnace...
"Ji Yuan, how can we eat it if it's burnt?"
Xiezhi's voice was very urgent. Ji Yuan didn't care about Xiezhi's feelings at this moment and responded in a very expressive way.
"Then you can eat roasted monkey!"
At this moment, the raging flames of the Samadhi True Fire were like an overturned sea, rolling back towards Zhu Yan, who was constantly growing but still entangled by the Immortal Binding Rope. The latter's head flew back quickly, letting out a roar that tore through the sky.
"Roar-"
This battle has been extremely dangerous from the beginning to now, and the speed of change was beyond the expectations of Ji Yuan and Zhu Yan.