Chapter 48

Name: Ye Gucheng.

Identity: Lord of White Cloud City in the world of Lu Xiaofeng's Legends.

Name: Lu Xiaofeng.

Identity: Son of Destiny in the world of Lu Xiaofeng's Legends.

Name: Ximen Chuixue.

Identity: Sword God in the world of Lu Xiaofeng's Legends.

Zhou Yang looked at Ye Gucheng in front of him and felt a cold, proud, and lonely aura coming towards him, the chill of invincibility.

"Duels? Just duels?" Zhou Yang asked. There were many experts in the Tower of Ten Thousand Worlds, such as Iron Gall Immortal Zhu Wushì, Zhuge Zhengwo, Feng Qingyang, and others, but sword experts were few and far between.

"Anything is fine." Ye Gucheng was slightly taken aback and said calmly, his sword unafraid of any opponent.

Buzz!

Zhou Yang pointed his finger lightly, and a pale golden light shot out from his index finger. In the next moment, a square dueling platform appeared in the Tower of Ten Thousand Worlds, slowly rising. A layer of white jade light enveloped the platform, protecting it.

The sudden appearance of the dueling platform left everyone speechless, even Ye Gucheng, who had always been calm, had his pupils slightly constricted. It was as if something had been created out of nothing.

Zhou Yang smiled faintly without explanation. The moment Ye Gucheng wanted to duel, the system had already formed the dueling platform, and Zhou Yang merely released it. Maintaining a certain level of mystery made many things easier to handle.

Just like now, even the world-class expert Iron Gall Immortal Zhu Wushì looked at Zhou Yang with a hint of reverence.

"The match can be fought with full strength, no need to worry about injuries." Zhou Yang said calmly. In the face of the powerful system, even the fastest attack could be blocked.

Whoosh!

Ye Gucheng transformed into a shadow, like a black eagle spreading its wings. In the next moment, a figure stood on the dueling platform.

His eyes were cold, his back straight. He gently drew his sword from the scabbard, caressing the Flying Crane sword, and said coldly, "This sword is a masterpiece, three feet and seven inches long, weighing six pounds and four ounces, forged from overseas cold iron, capable of cutting hair with a breath."

Damn! Damn! Damn!

All the onlookers felt a jolt of excitement, the aura was so high.

"This saber is a divine weapon, four feet and one inch long, weighing ten pounds and six ounces, forged from ten-thousand-year-old cold iron, capable of slicing through iron like mud." Below the dueling platform, a burly man caressed the broadsword with a large notch, looking intoxicated.

He had already imagined that in future duels, saying this would likely intimidate his opponents.

"This sword is a celestial weapon, four feet and one inch long, weighing seven pounds and one ounce, forged from extraterrestrial divine stone." Below, Yue Buqun touched the sword hanging from his waist, thinking to himself. At the next Five Mountains Sword Discussion, this would be his dialogue with Zuo Lengshan, but the most important thing was to measure and weigh the sword.

"Damn! What are you looking at? Just because you have weapons, I don't?" Qiu Qianzhang scanned the crowd, touched his crotch, and said proudly, "This is a divine eagle, eight inches and one line long, made of flesh and blood, perfectly sized."

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The crowd below was in an uproar, but Ye Gucheng remained unmoved.

With the Flying Crane sword in hand, Ye Gucheng's proud aura became even stronger, like a towering pine on a high mountain, a thousand-year-old snow lotus on a ten-thousand-foot snow mountain. His eyes were sharp like sword light, piercing the heart, and a sharp aura emanated from his body.

"Those below the Xiantian realm should not go up. Each participant must pay 100 value points, and the winner gets 50 value points." Looking at the eager martial artists below, Zhou Yang said calmly. Who would want to watch someone get defeated in a second?

The true sword experts all had serious expressions. They thought they understood their swords, but now they realized they didn't.

Without even knowing the basic qualities of a sword, how could they truly understand it?

Whoosh!

Feng Qingyang couldn't resist and went up. He felt his long-dormant blood boiling. The young man in front of him made him tremble and feel a sense of stillness.

"I only need one sword for ordinary people. How many do I need for you?" Ye Gucheng looked at Feng Qingyang coldly.

Feng Qingyang said, "It's best for a young man to give his all."

Whoosh!

Ye Gucheng moved, like a silent black lightning bolt, swiftly approaching Feng Qingyang. In the blink of an eye, he was within three steps of Feng Qingyang.

Clang!

"Nine Swords of Dugu — Sword Breaking Form!"

Under the tense and excited gazes of the crowd, Feng Qingyang also drew his sword. The speed was unbelievable, like a deer hanging its horns, a stroke of genius, a sword straight for Ye Gucheng's weakest point.

Not only that, but Feng Qingyang's sword was also very fast. The sword light flashed, and it was already in front of Ye Gucheng.

Clank!

The two swords collided, like lightning and sparks, a fierce clash. Many people didn't see how they fought.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" A hint of joy flashed in Ye Gucheng's eyes, and the Flying Crane sword hummed slightly.

"Is this the duel of a world-class swordsman?"

"Such a thrilling duel, every sword is so dangerous. If it were me, I probably couldn't even block one."

"Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is so splendid, and Feng Qingyang's is very exquisite."

On the platform, the two were so fast they were invisible, the sword light cold, each sword faster than the last, the sword qi fierce, each sword more powerful than the last.

On the other side, Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuixue stood together.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly, "Ye Gucheng has met his match."

Below, just a random old man could fight Ye Gucheng to a standstill, and he knew how terrifying Ye Gucheng was, one of the top swordsmen.

Ximen Chuixue said calmly, "The opponent's swordsmanship is very exquisite, but he doesn't have his own style. Once Ye Gucheng becomes familiar with the opponent's swordsmanship, he will surely lose."

As Ximen Chuixue predicted, with the passage of time, Ye Gucheng became more and more at ease, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"Heavenly Flying Immortal!"

Ye Gucheng leaped up, like a clear sky and white clouds, pure and flawless, like a white crane spreading its wings. Then, the crowd below felt a bone-chilling sword qi, the sharpness of the sword was terrifying and unstoppable!

A sword light flew diagonally, like a bolt of lightning, like a rainbow across the sky.

Ye Gucheng and the sword seemed to merge into one. The sword light was like a ribbon, like a rainbow, piercing straight ahead. The sword light was brilliant and swift, without any changes, even without a follow-up move, all his power was poured into this one sword. No change was sometimes the best change, no move was better than any move.

No one could describe the brilliance and splendor of this sword, nor the speed of this sword. It was not just a sword, but the wrath of the thunder god, a strike of lightning.

A sword light flashed in the air!

In the next moment, a layer of pale golden light enveloped Feng Qingyang, and he stood there motionless, defeated. If Zhou Yang hadn't intervened, he would have died from this world-class sword technique.

One sword!

Feng Qingyang was defeated!

The crowd watching was stunned, the entire venue silent.

This sword was too beautiful, captivating, like a celestial being descending, cold and lonely, stunningly beautiful.

What was even more unexpected was that Ye Gucheng's full-strength attack left Feng Qingyang no chance to counter, and he was defeated so decisively.

If Feng Qingyang were just an ordinary swordsman, the crowd wouldn't be so surprised, but in the battle just now, each of Feng Qingyang's swords was like a stroke of genius, a very high-level sword technique.

"Pity, it's not your sword!" Ye Gucheng looked at the stunned Feng Qingyang coldly, his cold and lonely aura even stronger.

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