No one knew when it started, but a heavy rain suddenly began to fall on the ancient star Tianxuan.
The rain kept falling, as if it would never stop. Dark clouds filled the sky one after another, causing a sense of depression to arise out of nowhere, shrouding the hearts of all the cultivators in all directions.
The lingering melancholy suppressed the eyes of billions of people. The strange changes in this place were not to say that they were unaware of the annihilation aura of the First Yuan Catastrophe, although it was squeezed to the edge by the sound of Tao here.
But this is the power of calamity after all, how can it be easily swept away? It was raining heavily, and the surroundings were extremely quiet. Apart from the sound of the rain, there was nothing else.
The Fire Spirit King was wrapped in a sea of fire. He looked like a human-shaped sun hanging in the void. The scorching breath and the heavy rain echoed with each other, which was quite spectacular.
Feng Qingyang and the Peerless Sword Saint stood opposite each other, a hundred feet apart. The seemingly short distance was like the distance between heaven and earth. This was a contest between ancient and modern times. In this battle, regardless of life or death, only victory or defeat would matter.
"It would be great if there was no such battle," Feng Qingyang sighed secretly, lowered his head in thought, but he heard Mo Qianxiao's cheering voice in his ears, as if he was a football babe on Earth in his previous life, dancing and cheering for him.
Such a beautiful woman dancing such an enchanting dance stole the limelight and attracted people from all directions to look at her with fiery eyes. But when their eyes looked at Qian Shangli who was about to spit fire, they smiled awkwardly and looked away.
"Junior brother, if you lose, don't go back to the Ninth Heaven." Mo Qian said with a smile, raised his hand and lightly pointed at the void. A pink halo spread out, and dozens of hazy beauties appeared without her knowing. They were all exactly like her, screaming loudly at Feng Qingyang and dancing to their heart's content.
During the past six months, the Peerless Sword Saint never stopped practicing. Even when he was practicing, he did not stay in seclusion for nothing. In addition to seclusion, he also personally investigated all the famous cultivators in recent times. As for Feng Qingyang, he was the focus of his investigation. However, to his regret, he found that the other party was just as mysterious as the legend said. He had no idea where he came from and could not see any clues.
"Are you really just a little zombie from the underworld?" The peerless swordsman's eyebrows jumped, and his eyes shone with light, as if there were two tiny swords contained in them. The man was like a sword, his eyes were bright, and the man and the sword were one. He could be said to be a super master who had been immersed in the way of the sword for countless years.
He even personally investigated the world of cultivation where Feng Qingyang appeared. That small lower world was strangely so similar to the Xuanhuang Land. Not only that, he discovered countless mysteries in it. But even so, he had no clue about Feng Qingyang. He seemed to have come out of nowhere without any sign, as if there was such a person in the world, a person who existed before time.
Looking at Feng Qingyang, who had a somewhat helpless expression on his face, the Peerless Sword Saint seemed even more calm. He had never looked down on Feng Qingyang, otherwise, he would not have spent so much time investigating his background. Thinking back to the decisive battle between him and Di Tian half a year ago, his vigorous body and his extremely violent physical strength, he was always a little frightened whenever he thought of it.
As time went by, the opponent's strength did not diminish, on the contrary, it became even stronger. Sometimes when he woke up from secret meditation, he would deliberately regard Feng Qingyang as an imaginary enemy and fight against him, but he would be defeated every time.
The rain was pouring down, and the green dragon under the feet of the Peerless Sword Saint gradually merged into the void. An invisible aura suddenly appeared on his body, isolating the falling rain.
It seemed that the place where he was was under his absolute control, like an independent sword domain. Bean-sized raindrops flowed around along the invisible aura, like a waterfall, gradually falling into the sea below.
Feng Qingyang's expression changed, and he suddenly fixed his gaze on the sword domain of the Peerless Sword Saint. Others couldn't see it, but that didn't mean he knew nothing.
It was a layer of air waves that filled around his body. In reality, it was countless tiny swords that kept cutting the falling rain. They were so densely packed and countless that they could keep everything out.
Feng Qingyang was shocked. Before the two of them fought, he realized how powerful the other party was. Apart from other things, just based on the sword domain that the other party had comprehended, it was not something that ordinary cultivators could match.
"Does this battle have to decide life or death? Or victory or defeat?" Feng Qingyang stared at the peerless swordsman who was a hundred feet away, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying light, as if he was guessing something.
“Victory or defeat, isn’t it just about life and death?” The peerless swordsman looked up and raised his hand to flip out two slender swords. The swords were round and had never been opened, but they naturally exuded a sharp aura. Just by looking at it, one felt that the skin was cut open. That kind of sharpness, perhaps only he who was in this aura could clearly feel it.
Every time his eyes flickered, he was shocked. After all, he was a great genius from ancient times. Most cultivators could only use a one-handed sword, but the other party had an extremely rare two-handed sword.
You know, if you want to operate a two-handed sword as if it were in your arm, the energy and mind consumed are countless times that of a one-handed sword. Judging from the opponent's posture, he has obviously reached the absolute peak.
"In this battle, I want you to help me return to my original nature. It doesn't matter whether I have two hands or one hand. Whenever I raise my hand, it will be a sword. The heaven and the earth are my sword." He said with great confidence.
As soon as these words were spoken, a powerful and boundless aura suddenly burst out from the void. With the appearance of this aura, the originally heavy rain stopped in an instant.
The oppressive dark clouds in the sky were completely annihilated by the cutting of the sword energy, making the dim sky suddenly as bright as day. The blue sea reflected the light of heaven and earth, and suddenly it became a little dazzling.
Feng Qingyang also followed closely with a flash of eyes. He was dressed in whiter clothes than snow and also raised a blood-red magic sword. He was not proficient in swordsmanship, but in his heart, no matter what way it was, it was just a means.
As the Peerless Sword Saint took the first action, the crowds from all directions suddenly became excited. Countless cultivators secretly speculated who was stronger and who was weaker, but no matter what it was, it would soon be revealed to everyone.
"Who do you think will win?" The monks around were whispering.
"Needless to ask? It must be my recent ancient cultivator Feng Qingyang. If he fails, who else among us can fight against those two immortal people of the era?"
"Hmph? Do you, a mere ant from recent times, know how powerful I, the great ancient being, am?" Someone curled his lips in disdain. The person who spoke was naturally from one of the two camps.