Ye Feng inherited Gui Wuya's Misty Rain Sword Technique from the stone wall in the cave. This is not an ordinary sword technique, but a practiced flying sword sword technique.
This set of swordsmanship is profound and contains many mysteries that Ye Feng has not fully comprehended.
What is rare is that one can see the residual soul of Gui Wuya in the scroll. Although it is not the original body, it possesses all of Gui Wuya's memories of the Misty Rain Sword Technique.
The scroll was completed at the time when Gui Wuya had just created the Misty Rain Sword Technique.
Finally, Ye Feng could see Gui Wuya perform the Misty Rain Sword Technique with his own eyes. While he was excited, he was also worried about the Misty Rain Sword Technique's incredible power and wondered if he could take it on.
Facing a sword immortal-level figure, Ye Feng did not dare to underestimate the enemy.
Ye Feng stood still like a mountain. With a slight shake of his wrist, a crystal clear flying sword hung in his palm.
Gui Wuya's expression suddenly changed: "Flying sword, you are so young and yet you can use a flying sword, who is your master?"
Ye Feng looked at Gui Wuya meaningfully, and said with a faint smile: "I have many masters, including you."
Gui Wuya sneered: "Young man, don't talk nonsense and try to establish a relationship with me. I don't have a disciple like you."
Without explaining, Ye Feng's sword flew in his hand, the sword light was blazing, and a light curtain was danced out. It was a unique move of the Misty Rain Sword Technique, breeze and drizzle.
Gui Wuya saw at a glance that Ye Feng was performing the Misty Rain Sword Technique. He was secretly surprised: "Your sword move is the Whispering Breeze. Although there are some differences, the sword style is exactly the same. If this is the sword move I just studied, how could you use it?"
"You taught me that."
"Okay, since I'm the one teaching you, let's test how much you've learned."
Gui Wuya gently spun the fiery red oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and dazzling sword lights shot out from the oil-paper umbrella, like lightning that cut through the sky and shot towards Ye Feng.
Ye Feng was secretly shocked. He had long suspected that there was something strange about this oil-paper umbrella. It turned out that each rib of the umbrella was a sharp sword.
The nine umbrella ribs turned into nine dazzling flying swords, like nine blazing lightning bolts, shooting down from all directions.
It was also a move called Breeze and Drizzle, exactly the same as the move Ye Feng had just performed, but when Gui Wuya performed it, it had a sense of layering.
Gui Wuya's nine flying swords were as fast as a phantom, and more like nine indestructible sword waves, surging over, layer after layer, and everything was chopped into dust wherever they passed.
Although surrounded by layers of sword waves, Ye Feng was controlling the flying sword and fighting very hard, but he looked very excited.
He seemed to have some understanding of Gui Wuya's tactic of gentle breeze and drizzle.
He has memorized the nine flying swords and the sword paths of each flying sword. If he uses his own flying sword, he can perform the sword paths of all nine flying swords.
As long as the speed is faster, nine times the original sword speed, this effect of layers of sword waves can be exerted.
Ye Feng's hands kept dancing like a passionate music conductor, and the crystal clear flying sword played incomparable music. The sound of clanging, ding-dang-dang, and metal clashing was endless, sometimes the collision was like thunder, and sometimes it was sharp, like a train whistle.
Ye Feng's flying sword reached nine times the speed of the sword, successfully resisting the attacks of layers of sword waves.
Gui Wuya simply couldn't believe what he saw. He was the founder of the Misty Rain Sword Technique, and he used nine extremely sharp flying swords, but he was able to defeat Ye Feng with just one flying sword.
Gui Wuya roared: "Who the hell are you? Your sword skills cannot be taught by me."
Ye Feng showed a sly smile: "You taught me that. You just taught me a move, the gentle breeze whisper turns into nine layers of sword waves, and I just learned it. Master, how am I doing?"
"Impossible, try to take my move again."
Although he only saw Gui Wuya slowly perform the Breeze and Drizzle, Ye Feng was able to draw inferences from one instance and realized the difference between his own Misty Rain sword technique and the one performed by Gui Wuya.
The biggest difference, and also the most crucial difference, is that although the sword techniques are the same, the people who perform the sword techniques are completely different.
The same sword moves contain different powers, and the power will be completely different depending on the sword wielder.
Ye Feng has the body of a demigod, with powerful virtual star divine power in his body. His internal strength is much purer and stronger than Gui Wuya's. Therefore, Ye Feng can use a flying sword and the same sword moves at nine times the speed, making the power dozens of times stronger than Gui Wuya's sword moves.
Gui Wuya was still obsessed and used the last trick of the Misty Rain Sword Technique, causing the sky to be filled with wind and rain.
It was as if a tornado suddenly appeared in the bamboo forest, but the tornado was filled with dazzling sword light, which cut the entire bamboo forest, even the square pavilion on the four corners, into pieces and turned them into dust.
In front of the sharp sword tornado, nothing existed, the misty distant mountains, the clear river, and even Ajuan who was playing the flute disappeared.
The whole world was filled with only dazzling sword light and fierce murderous aura.
Gui Wuya stood there like a god of war, with his hair and beard fluttering in the wind, his clothes fluttering, and his spirits high. His expression became ferocious and extremely excited, and the tornado of sword light seemed to devour the world.
Ye Feng looked up at the sword light tornado and felt so small. It turned out that this was the real power of wind and rain. It had exceeded the limit of swordsmanship, and this limit was to destroy everything.
Ye Feng suddenly discovered that there was a flash of light in the corner of Gui Wuya's eyes. His eyes were actually filled with tears, and that light was the tears oozing from the corner of his eyes.
He has perfected the sword technique, the Misty Rain Sword Technique, a powerful tornado of sword light, like a devastating monster, enough to tear apart everything in the world. What a glorious and exciting thing it is.
But Gui Wuya burst into tears.
He mastered the Misty Rain Sword Technique, but lost his beloved lover.
Ye Feng suddenly understood something. Gui Wuya did not sign his name on the scroll, which was a kind of hatred towards himself.
If he were given another chance, he might give up practicing the Misty Rain Sword Technique and would rather stand quietly in the bamboo forest, listening to Ajuan playing the flute and traveling around the world with her.
The powerful sword tornado was about to crush Ye Feng like an ant, but Ye Feng sneered, his clothes fluttered without wind, and his divine power flowed rapidly. He combined the fierce sword move of "Wind and Rain" with the secret combat skills of the gods, and his divine power suddenly soared dozens of times.
Fight for the whole world.
Fight with all your strength.
Shine with the sun and the moon.
Regardless of life or death, destroy the world.
The small flying sword suddenly burst out with a light as hot and dazzling as the sun, and once again exerted nine times the sword speed, like a rotating meteor, whizzing through the sword light tornado.
Boom! The air flow surged and the sword light splashed everywhere like broken liquid.
Gui Wuya stared blankly at his sword tornado being shattered into pieces, and stupidly watched Ye Feng's flying sword pass through his neck, cutting off half of his flying white beard.
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