Dongfang Qi swung his spear and swept towards Feng Zuojun without any hesitation. He felt that Feng Zuojun was right. Why bother talking so much nonsense? He was just an unknown guy, so why bother leaving any name behind
But there was a loud "bang" and the long sword in Feng Zuojun's hand collided with Dongfang Qi. Feng Zuojun shook his hand lightly and pushed Dongfang Qi back three steps.
This man… When did he draw his sword? Dongfang Qi was shocked, holding his spear horizontally in front of him, and began to carefully examine the ghost-faced man in front of him and the sword in his hand. The sword was shining with a faint blue light, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary item.
The crowds watching on both sides were stunned at first, and then they all cheered.
Nangong Xier frowned slightly, looking at the knife-wielding figure from afar, and felt that he looked familiar: "Could it be that boy who sneaked down the mountain?"
"Who?" asked the man in blue.
"Miss, do you know this swordsman?" Wang Buchen asked.
"I was mistaken." Nangong Xier shook her head calmly.
Dongfang Qi's gun fire started again on the boat. Feng Zuojun's sword attack just now had already revealed his strength. He didn't dare to delay any longer, and his next attack was the Yunteng Longqi style passed down from his father Dongfang Yunwo, which directly lifted up the wooden board on the boat.
"Big Wind Style—" Feng Zuojun was about to attack, but suddenly it occurred to him that if he used the Big Wind Style as soon as he attacked, his identity would be exposed without a doubt. He immediately changed his style, but it was too late. Dongfang Qi's spear brushed past his temple, cutting off a few strands of hair. Feng Zuojun dodged to the left and fell on the deck, rolling over.
"What? That was just luck." Someone on the shore said regretfully.
Dongfang Qi noticed Feng Zuojun's momentum and sudden retreat, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
Feng Zuojun got up from the ground: "I know so many sword techniques, and I haven't decided which one to use. Wait a minute, I'll think about it. Okay, let's use this one." Feng Zuojun swung his sword and chopped at Dongfang Qi.
"Five Tiger Soul-Breaking Sword?" Dongfang Qi snorted disdainfully, "You think you can beat me with this third-rate swordsmanship?"
On the shore, Xie Kanhua said worriedly, "He doesn't dare to reveal his identity, so he can only use this third-rate swordsmanship. It's impossible for him to defeat Dongfang Qi with this."
“Swordsmanship emphasizes sword intent rather than moves. So what about the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sword? Since it’s called the Five Tigers and can break souls, it should have some momentum.” Before the masked man could finish his words, Feng Zuojun was shot away by Dongfang Qi and rolled in the air.
Xie Kanhua shook his head and said, "We are about to be shot down, and we dare not expose our identities, but we have to go and embarrass ourselves."
"Have you ever heard of a knife technique that drops from the sky?" the masked man suddenly asked.
Xie Kanhua was stunned: "Rulai Divine Sword?"
Feng Zuojun descended from the sky, his long sword swung slightly, and he shouted angrily: "Fall!"
The long sword fell with great domineering power, and the entire golden longboat trembled slightly at that moment. Dongfang Qi frowned slightly, pointed his spear toward the sky, and the sword and spear collided, making a violent sound.
"Hahaha, Tathagata's Divine Sword is a move from novels and storybooks. Your brother's move just now should have been random. However, in the sword intent, I saw the shadow of an old friend." The masked man said in a deep voice.
Feng Zuojun rolled over and landed on the ground, then rushed straight towards Dongfang Qi, the long sword in his hand dancing wildly. It was no longer the Five Tiger Soul-Breaking Sword, but a set of extremely domineering and heroic swordsmanship. Even Dongfang Qi's Cloud Rising Dragon Style was suppressed by Feng Zuojun.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" All the onlookers on the shore looked confused.
"This is not a sword technique, it's just a dance." Nangong Xier said coldly.
Wang Buchen nodded: "It is indeed just a chaotic dance, but it is a very powerful chaotic dance."
The masked man smiled and patted Xie Yuling on the shoulder: "So you two are friends from Demon City."
Xie Yuling was startled and asked hesitantly: "Senior, are you friends with Demon City?"
"Ah, Mo Wen, my brother." The masked man looked at Feng Zuojun, "What I saw in your friend just now was the shadow of Mo Wen. The sword technique he is using now was also taught by Mo Wen."
Xie Yuling frowned: "This is also called swordsmanship?"
"Mo Wen's swordsmanship is like this, a flurry of attacks, seemingly without any rules, but it can overwhelm the opponent and make him unable to raise his head. This is called dominance, and it is also called a domineering sword." The masked man clapped his hands and shouted, "Well done!"
However, Dongfang Qi, as the best of the four major families, was not easily subdued by Feng Zuojun and quickly attacked back. The two of them started fighting on the long boat, and the long incense on the shore soon burned out. It seemed that the "Jade" of this generation would be produced between the two of them.
"You haven't been trying your best!" Dongfang Qi landed on the ground with a gun in his hand, already sweating all over.
"You are indeed quite capable. You are worthy of being a disciple of the four major families who is as famous as Xie Yuling." Feng Zuojun exclaimed while breathing heavily.
"Let's decide the outcome with one move." Dongfang Qi tightly gripped the spear and slightly arched his back.
"Okay!" Feng Zuojun nodded and grinned.
"The wind rises and the dragon rises!" Dongfang Qi shouted and swung his spear.
"Will the moves be more powerful if you shout out their names? Then I'll shout them out too." Feng Zuojun leaped up and slashed down with his long sword, "Look down on me!"
Although this move is the Dafeng style sword technique, it was created by Feng Zuojun himself, so few people in the world have seen it. Feng Zuojun was not afraid of being recognized, so he chose this last move!
The sword and the spear collided again. This time, Feng Zuojun had already brought all his sword power to the peak, without any reservation. Dongfangqi's spear flew out of his hand, and Feng Zuojun's sword landed on Dongfangqi's head, then he retracted it and returned to the original place. Dongfangqi rolled over and landed on the side of the boat, then stretched out his hand and grabbed the spear that fell from the sky.
There was complete silence on the shore; it all happened so quickly that they didn't see who won.
"You can leave your name now." Dongfang Qi adjusted his breath and said in a deep voice.
The spectators on both sides cheered. It was really exciting that an unknown person from a small sect had defeated the young masters of the four major families. Suddenly, a huge scroll fell from the mast of the long ship, and it was blank. An old man came out of the ship and handed a huge pen to Feng Zuojun.
According to the rules of the Heroes Conference's flowing water stage, the person who wins in the end can have his or her name written on the top and become famous throughout the world!
Feng Zuojun held the pen, his hand trembling slightly. This was the moment he had been waiting for for many years! Leaving a great name behind, famous all over the world, everyone in the world would say that a young talent had emerged from Tianxiaoyun Realm.
But he can't, he has to hide his identity.
Feng Zuojun let out a long sigh, then finally jumped up with the pen in his hand, and with a wave of his long sleeves, he left a name on the white paper.
Wind feather coat.
"Puchi." Nangong Xier on the shore couldn't help but laughed out loud.