The sky in Yelun Fairyland is always colorful.
The whole world seems to be immersed in a cradle-like dream.
Yu Meiqi is just the source of trouble.
Yun Zhifan and Hou Yan were once the most qualified young talents to marry Yu Meiqi.
This does not mean that they are the most powerful young talents in the Yelun Immortal Realm.
What's more... with such a great reputation, sometimes the original intention of the fight no longer matters.
Just like now, the opponent Meng Xinghe faces is not Yu Meiqi's admirer.
It is the 108th adopted son adopted by the mayor.
In name, he is Yu Meiqi's elder.
In order to consolidate his dominance, he adopted some young cultivators with ordinary backgrounds but amazing talents as adopted sons, bestowed them with kindness and restrained them with morality.
Tying these people to the wheels of their own interests is a common tactic used by the mayor.
To put it bluntly, in fact, they are just tributes from the Yu family, and there is still a big gap between them and the real core disciples.
The mayor's 108th adopted son is named 'Yu Feihong'.
Twenty years ago, it was known as the Nine-Xuan Hegemon Sword.
After hearing that Meng Xinghe's sword skills were outstanding, he was already itching for a long time.
Now that he had a reason to provoke, he came to challenge Meng Xinghe.
Of course, someone is deliberately provoking this and pushing it behind the scenes.
Meng Xinghe was like a catfish, turning the originally peaceful water into a turbid mess.
Lao Meng wanted to fish in troubled waters, and naturally there were other people who wanted to see the water in the pool clear.
It is clear who is causing trouble and who is doing something.
Meng Xinghe is impeccably handsome, looking forward to the moment, his expression is soaring. He is like a born god. When he chooses to shine, no one can ignore his existence.
But Yu Feihong, who stood opposite him, could only be regarded as handsome. When he smiled, he had a child-like purity. It's just that this kind of Yu Feihong is somewhat inconsistent with the name of the Nine-Xuan Hegemon Sword.
However, when Yu Feihong pulled out his sword.
It's not difficult to guess why he has such a name.
Although the knife is not light and agile, generally speaking, it is a short-range weapon and does not win based on weight.
However, the knife in Yu Feihong's hand is seven feet long, heavy and thick, and exudes a mysterious black light. From a distance, one can feel its astonishing weight, probably weighing at least one hundred thousand kilograms.
Of course, wielding such a knife will make people feel very domineering and difficult to resist.
But Meng Xinghe didn't even frown, and he didn't even say any extra words.
Because any small talk is unnecessary.
When he saw Yu Feihong, he knew that... this was a pure swordsman who had not seen him for a long time.
Yu Feihong's piety and concentration on the art of swords even surpassed many swordsmen that Lin Xi had seen when he first became famous for his art of swords.
Because there is no color of fame and fortune in his sword.
It's not that fame and wealth will dull the sword... Sword cultivators are not as awkward and hairy as sword cultivators, but the purer swords are more sharp when wielded. A knife with a desire for fame and fortune will certainly be more vicious, but sometimes it will be forced to become dull.
Raising his palm, Meng Xinghe swung his sword down with his sword. This was his respect for a true sword cultivator.
With this knife, he seemed to be attacking but also defending, seeming to be retreating but yet seeming to rush forward. It was really hard to figure out.
In fact, he has understood the principles of swordsmanship to the extreme, so that any movement he makes is like a tendency or an attack.
Yu Feihong is much simpler. The sword in his hand has a magical trajectory, and the giant blade in his hand is as dexterous as an embroidery needle.
Every bit of effort and every trace of arc is extremely precise, without the slightest deviation, and without the slightest hesitation.
He didn't care how Meng Xinghe used his sword, but just followed his original path and rushed past.
The styles of the two people's moves are very different. It feels like two completely unrelated people, each walking on their own road, and then they suddenly draw their swords to chop, and they pass by each other like two originally parallel and non-interconnected spaces. There was a collision in an instant.
Ding!
There was a clear cry and sparks flew everywhere.
Blade against blade missed.
The two of them were like chickens and ducks talking, each waving the sharp edge in their hands willfully and stubbornly, and they had to fight countless times.
Every time they met, the flowing colors above the sky were dimmed a bit, and the majestic waves above the sea of clouds were also cleared.
Until later, the curling up clouds and smoke almost broke through the shackles of space, and the brilliance reflected from the layers of annihilation secret realms outside the city of cultivating immortals seemed to fall into the hands of the two. Become the light in their hands.
In a confrontation, Yu Feihong seemed to be at a disadvantage.
Meng Xinghe launched an attack, like a violent storm that never stopped, not giving Yu Feihong any chance to breathe.
And Yu Feihong's figure turned into a feather, unable to withstand the strong wind brought by Meng Xinghe, and was thrown away and flew away. He avoided the blade by a hair's breadth, while the giant blade in his hand was slashing wantonly. Constantly forcing Meng Xinghe, he still had to occasionally interrupt the offensive and defend during the crazy attack.
The difference between a continuous offensive and an occasional interrupted attack is only a few swords, but the effects achieved are vastly different.
Under the pressure of Meng Xinghe, Yu Feihong suddenly let out a long roar, suddenly froze in the air, and slashed down with a giant blade in his hand.
When the sword was struck, a bright flower of sword energy seemed to bloom on top of Yu Feihong's head.
This is a manifestation of his spirit, which has been condensed to the extreme.
Facing the sudden attack of the sword, Meng Xinghe's eyes shone with strange light, and he stared at the sword light condensed on his chest with deep concentration, as if he was in a state of concentration, and seemed to turn a blind eye to Yu Feihong's crazy and god-like sword.
Anyone else would have been frightened by Yu Feihong's sword and had forgotten to fight back. He even forgot that he was still alive and not really dead yet.
But it was Meng Xinghe who was facing this knife at the moment, and he would definitely not be frightened by the knife.
He just stood like that, his knife seemed to have been sheathed, because there was no trace of momentum in his body.
The previous complicated, turbulent, unpredictable sword moves and sword intentions that seemed to contain all the principles in the world have disappeared at this moment.
Has he given up?
No one thinks so.
Meng Xinghe has long since used his actions to continuously prove himself to everyone, proving that he really has powerful and unique abilities in the Yelun Immortal Realm.
The next moment, the sky suddenly appeared.
It seems that there is a ray of light between the sky and the earth, which surpasses the light of the sun, moon and stars, but gathers the essence of the three lights.
And this light is Meng Xinghe's knife.
Everything can only be described by the word "fast". It happened at a high speed that was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.
Even if there are practitioners who have used the Xuanguang Illusion Technique, they cannot slow down the speed and clearly see the trajectory and origin of Meng Xinghe's sword.
All the air and vitality seemed to have been sucked away by Meng Xinghe's earth-shattering knife.
The knife is a murder weapon. It is born for killing and has no other purpose.
Therefore, the ultimate sword intention is the ultimate killing intention.
To deal with such a blow, there is still only one way to go.
"boom!"
The energy is flowing across the river.
The two of them backed away as if they were electrocuted.
Both Meng Xinghe and Yu Feihong have already reached the state where their souls are perfect and their bodies are flawless.
To the extent that all the essence of your body is locked up without leaking.
But at this moment, they were all sweating like rain, and their whole bodies were wet with sweat. It seemed that every time they swung a knife before, what they swung was not the knife in their hands, but all their energy.
They couldn't even concentrate enough to say a word.
What's more, they no longer need language. Every exchange of sword skills is a collision of spirit and soul, which has long surpassed the confrontation of words.
Meng Xinghe made a simple swing with his sword, and the blade swept across Yu Feihong who was coming back without any surprises.
This knife is very slow, unreasonably slow. This sword is as clever as it is clumsy. Although it does not change at all, it is full of myriad changes, just like the infinity of heaven and earth, and the endlessness of the universe.
However, Yu Feihong's ever-changing movements were finally summarized into one sword. The giant blade in his hand suddenly rose with a vague phantom.
All the brilliance in the world suddenly seemed to have disappeared, and then when it reappeared, it was filled with blood-colored light and transformed into endless sword light.
