Feng Zuojun's sword fell, shattering the ground within three meters, forcing Feng Yuli to retreat violently with the sword in hand, staggering for several steps before stopping.
"Autumn water flows into the sea, and its flow never stops." Feng Zuojun then put away his sword and performed his signature move, carrying the sword on his shoulder, "Soaring straight up, making rapid progress every day."
Nangong Xier stood up in surprise: "When he came down the mountain, Feng Zuojun was still one step away from the Autumn Water Realm, but that strike just now seemed to have touched the threshold of the Fuyao Realm."
Xie Yuling smiled. It seemed that the experience with the Confucian sage had a huge impact on both him and Feng Zuojun. Although there were only a few words of swordplay by the lake, that amazing swordplay had already opened up a new world for Feng Zuojun.
"Look down on others." Outside the Wufangtai, Feng Yuhan shook his head and smiled, "You are so arrogant at such a young age."
"When the ancestor of the Feng family created the Great Wind Style, there were only three moves: Wind Rising, Wind Falling, and Wind Resting. Later, after a hundred years of inheritance, there were twelve moves from the previous generation. The other nine moves are named: Nine Thousand Miles, Ten Thousand Miles of Sorrow, Regret for the Country, Drunken Spring Breeze, No Time to Sleep, Gentle Rain, Flowers on the Road, Endless Fire, and Falling Sky Flowers. Now there are fifteen moves, because my father created another three moves: Laughing at Life, Cloud Dragon and Wind Tiger, and Sparing Life Under the Knife." Feng Zuojun held the knife across his chest, "Second Uncle, you are far from it. Only when you swing your own knife can you be called the master of Tianxiao Cloud Realm!"
"Copycat." Feng Yuli looked at his tiger wings, still muttering these four words.
Feng Zuojun frowned slightly, and while Feng Yuli seemed distracted, he immediately rushed forward with his sword again and chopped at Feng Yuli. Feng Zuojun's sword swung very quickly, and his momentum changed after that arrogant slash. His sword technique was smooth and completed in one go. Feng Yuli stood there as steady as a mountain, swung his heavy sword, and blocked all of Feng Zuojun's swords, but his eyes were empty, as if he was still thinking about Feng Zuojun's words.
What is my own swordsmanship like
I envy my elder brother's elegance, his heroism, his romanticism, and his arrogance that allows him to look down on everyone with just a rise and fall of his sword. So, what is my own sword
Feng Yuli suddenly raised his head and looked at Feng Zuojun: "My sword is a sword that exists in the darkness."
Feng Zuojun was stunned: "Second Uncle, why are you suddenly so elegant and melancholy?"
"Your words reminded me of something." Feng Yuli suddenly swung his sword, and the sword intent on the tiger wing suddenly changed. It no longer had the arrogance and ferocity just now, but instead had a bit of femininity and melancholy, and slowly chopped across.
"Is this, the Great Wind Style's Sleepless Night?" Feng Zuojun hurriedly swung his sword to catch it, but found that this time the sword force seemed soft, but there were layers of sword force coming one after another, his palms were numb from the shock, and the long sword almost slipped out of his hand.
Sitting in the sedan chair, Su Baiyi said with emotion: "It seems that what I just said has benefited the Second Master Feng a lot."
"I'm sure that this is not something that Zuo Jun could have thought of. He must have been taught by a master. The Mian Wuxia move was originally a move created by a female family head back then. The sword moves are most suitable to be narrow, long and soft, but in my hands it is still brutal and domineering. The sword techniques are the same, but the sword moves are different. My second brother has a completely different personality from mine. If he wields the sword like me, he will only end up in a dead end." Feng Yuhan said lightly.
Su Baiyi asked: "Master Feng, do you think Senior Brother will lose?"
Feng Yuhan shook his head and said, "Zuo Jun is still too young."
"Being young is an advantage, not a disadvantage." Su Baiyi said with a smile.
"Second uncle's swordsmanship deserves a huge thumbs up!" Feng Zuojun seemed to be in a better mood than before. He swung the long sword in his hand more vigorously, and fought back and forth with Feng Yuli. At the beginning, people thought that the duel would be decided in an instant, but it turned out to be very exciting.
"Fourth... Fourth Uncle?" A young woman walked up to the Fourth Uncle. "Are they using the same sword technique?"
Fourth Uncle was also dazzled by what he saw, his forehead was already covered with sweat. He wiped the sweat off his face and swallowed his saliva: "This... is indeed the same as the Dafeng style... but why is there such a big difference?"
In the arena, Feng Zuojun was sweating profusely as he swung his sword, and each of his sword strikes was a big and wide chopped move. However, Feng Yuli stood firmly in place, and each of his moves was slow and gentle. It was like two completely different sets of sword techniques, but Fourth Uncle had practiced the Dafeng style for many years, and it was clear that the moves he saw were all familiar to him.
"Does my cousin have a chance to win?" The young woman lowered her head slightly, with some worry in her tone.
Fourth Uncle was stunned for a moment: "Do you hope... that he wins?"
"Hmm..." The young woman nodded, and then suddenly shouted to the audience, "Cousin! Come on!"
This sudden voice reached the center of the field. Feng Zuojun was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "It's Sister Ruyi."
Following that shout, the field suddenly became lively, and then there were voices coming one after another, mostly shouts like "Young Master, you have to win", without exception, they were all young women shouting and cheering.
Nangong Xier smiled and said, "It seems that Feng Zuojun is still quite popular in Tianxiaoyun Realm." But somehow, at this moment, Nangong Xier thought of Su Baiyi who had been missing for many days, and the smile on her face disappeared again. She turned around and looked around, and found the blue sedan chair quietly parked outside the Wufangtai. She frowned slightly and had a guess in her mind.
Mu Pan and Liu Duohan on the high platform also noticed the blue sedan chair. Mu Pan didn't care about the duel below the stage. In their plan, Feng Zuojun was doomed to fail today. Liu Duohan said lightly: "The aura in that sedan chair is not right."
Mu Pan laughed and said, "I didn't expect that Master Liu would be so angry."
Liu Duohan shook his head and said, "It's just intuition."
"What kind of intuition?" Mu Pan asked.
"The intuition comes from having experienced several life and death situations." Liu Duohan took a sip of tea.
At this moment, the fourth uncle on the stage was so anxious that he was sweating profusely: "Nonsense, nonsense! This is a matter that determines the position of the clan leader, not a martial arts competition. How can you cheer so loudly! Nonsense! Nonsense!"
The young woman pouted, feeling very indignant. Their Tian Xiaoyun Realm was well-known in Daze Prefecture. When people mentioned them, they would think of the great leader Feng Yuhan, who was elegant and graceful with a knife. But if the second leader with a limp and a weird personality became their representative, it would really spoil the scenery. Feng Zuojun was young, handsome, and arrogant. If he became the leader, it would be a new legend. Don't these young people like such legends
But Feng Zuojun in the audience didn't think so. He suddenly admired his second uncle. His second uncle must have made efforts far beyond ordinary people to master such swordsmanship despite his disability. No matter what the result was, this alone was enough to gain Feng Zuojun's recognition.
Unfortunately...
"Is my father's disappearance caused by my second uncle?" Feng Zuojun asked loudly.
The whole audience was shocked. After a moment of uproar, there was silence all of a sudden.
Then Feng Yuli answered with one word.
All the disciples in the Cloud Realm on the mountain were struck by lightning.
"Yes." Feng Yuli said loudly without any hesitation.