Chapter 48

The faces of the white-haired old man and the middle-aged man were both grave. They had not expected Wang Yue's martial arts to be so powerful that he could withstand Yelü Qiyun's sword.

This old man who wielded the sword was named Yelü Qiyun, who was already ninety-eight years old.

Yelü Qiyun was a member of the Khitan imperial family and had always protected the royal family in the Khitan palace. Few people knew about him, and even Emperor Yelü Hongji only recently learned of such a master in the royal family.

Yelü Qiyun's appearance made Yelü Hongji feel much more at ease. At least, he no longer had to worry about Wang Yue suddenly attacking the palace.

Yelü Qiyun's talent was not high. When he was young, his sword skills and internal cultivation were average, but this man had astonishing perseverance.

Relying on a first-class true qi technique and basic swordsmanship, along with his astonishing perseverance, he managed to become one of the top experts in the world.

Yelü Qiyun was the first sword expert of the Khitan Empire. Over thirty years ago, he was known as the "Sword God of the Northern Desert."

Even now, the only person who could surpass Yelü Qiyun in swordsmanship was the head of the Six-Fan Gate in the Song Dynasty, Liu Qing.

Yelü Qiyun practiced drawing his sword and thrusting it at least ten thousand times every day. His sword skills were entirely the result of hard practice, with no shortcuts taken. Compared to the Six Pulse Sword Technique, his fast sword was even sharper and more domineering.

Yelü Qiyun pointed his long sword at Wang Yue, the three-inch sword glow at the tip of the sword flickering continuously.

Yelü Qiyun's eyes returned to calm, but he was shocked in his heart: "Where did this Wang Yue come from? At such a young age, he has already become a super expert among grandmasters. This kid is definitely a threat. No matter what, I have to keep him here today. Otherwise, he will surely become a major threat to our Khitan Empire in the future, even the Wolf God would not be his match."

Wang Yue was too young, and his potential was too terrifying.

Such an enemy could only be killed in the cradle.

The three of them, including Yelü Qiyun, were all top grandmasters, even more powerful than Li Qiushui. Each of them had extremely pure true qi. Although they had not reached the realm of great grandmasters, their combat power was not necessarily inferior to that of ordinary great grandmasters.

After all, they were all old monsters who had lived for eighty or ninety years, and their combat experience was one or two levels higher than Wang Yue's.

Wang Yue stared at Yelü Qiyun, pacing back and forth. His steps had a strange frequency, which was Wang Yue regulating his qi and spirit.

Wang Yue knew that this battle was extremely dangerous. A slight mistake could lead to his death and the loss of his path.

These three old men were really too powerful. In a one-on-one fight, Wang Yue had no confidence, let alone facing all three at once.

Wang Yue's only hope now was to use the superior endurance of internal martial arts to wear them down.

After all, the consumption of qi and physical strength was much less than that of true qi.

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"Xiao Zhan, let's attack together. This Wang Yue is not easy to deal with. Yelü Qiyun may not be able to defeat him."

The middle-aged man whispered.

The white-haired old man was named Xiao Zhan, who had the deepest internal cultivation.

Xiao Zhan shook his head and said, "You know Yelü Qiyun's temper. It's best not to interfere when he is fighting. Otherwise, you and I will both become his targets. His sword skills are so crazy that even the Wolf God was amazed. If he really can't win, he will call us. For now, we just need to watch the battle and prevent Wang Yue from escaping."

The middle-aged man laughed, "That's true. I don't want to try that old madman's sword skills again. Haha."

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"Old man, aren't you going to attack?"

Wang Yue saw that Yelü Qiyun was not in a hurry to attack but was regulating his spirit and qi, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.

Wang Yue had already regulated his qi and blood to their peak: "If you don't come, I will!"

Wang Yue used the Yu Step and charged forward.

When Wang Yue reached Yelü Qiyun, another "Wang Yue" remained at the original spot.

"Too fast!"

Xiao Zhan exclaimed, "This kid actually left an afterimage."

Wang Yue's Yu Step, though not as mysterious as the Lingbo Step, had already reached the ultimate speed in short distances.

Yelü Qiyun sneered, "Faster? No matter how fast you are, can you be faster than my sword?"

"Clang..."

Yelü Qiyun's long sword emitted a sword cry, sometimes accompanied by a tremor.

This was due to the extreme speed of the sword.

"Cannon Hammer!"

Wang Yue's spine was like a great dragon, and all his strength converged into his fist.

Qi and blood energy, innate true qi, and the terrifying and bizarre hidden force erupted simultaneously.

The surrounding air was compressed, then suddenly expanded and exploded. Wang Yue's fist was like a bundle of powerful explosives, and the terrifying fist force rushed towards Yelü Qiyun.

Wang Yue believed that even a small mountain could be flattened by this punch.

Wang Yue's fist force was domineering and terrifying, but Yelü Qiyun's sword skills were even more profound.

Yelü Qiyun's long sword shone like a peacock spreading its feathers, cutting through the fist force and the air.

The fist force and the air were like transparent jelly, clearly visible and being cut repeatedly under Yelü Qiyun's sword.

In the end, the fist force was shattered and disappeared in the air.

"Thirty-six strikes."

Yelü Qiyun's sword speed exceeded the visual limit, but Wang Yue still detected that he had made thirty-six strikes with his mental power.

Thirty-six strikes in an instant, what a terrifying speed?

Wang Yue saw with his mental power that Yelü Qiyun's long sword suddenly turned into thirty-six swords. These were not sword shadows but real swords. Because of the extreme speed, each sword was solid and real.

"Again!"

Wang Yue roared, kicked the ground, and flew towards Yelü Qiyun like a cannonball.

Wang Yue knew that at the level of Yelü Qiyun and himself, any technique was useless. To kill the opponent, only the simplest and most direct method would work.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

As long as he was faster and more ruthless, there was a chance to win.

Moreover, Wang Yue's physical strength was terrifying, his qi and blood like a dragon. Over time, when Yelü Qiyun's true qi was almost exhausted, it would be his end.

Wang Yue's attacks were brutal, relying entirely on domineering fist force, like a prehistoric beast, extremely fierce.

Yelü Qiyun's long robe fluttered, and his long sword danced.

In his hands, a single long sword could transform in countless ways, reaching the realm of all swords returning to their roots.

However, no matter how Yelü Qiyun's sword skills changed, Xiao Zhan, Wang Yue, and the middle-aged man all knew that Yelü Qiyun's sword skills had only two moves: one for attack and one for defense.

These two moves could change at will, transform endlessly, and attack and defend freely, fully explaining the highest realm of sword skills.

"Clang."

"Boom."

The two continuously clashed and fought.

Time passed, but neither showed any signs of defeat.

"Haha, old man, your sword glow is starting to weaken."

Wang Yue suddenly laughed, knowing that the old man's true qi was almost exhausted.

"Strange, why hasn't your strength weakened at all?" Yelü Qiyun asked in shock.

Wang Yue had always fought at his peak, with no weakening of his strength. Otherwise, with Yelü Qiyun's sword skills, he would have already injured or killed Wang Yue.

Wang Yue sneered, "The magic of internal martial arts, how could you understand it?"

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Xiao Zhan was shocked, "Is this kid a great grandmaster? Why hasn't his strength weakened? No wonder he could fight for hours in the midst of ten thousand soldiers and kill nearly ten thousand warriors. This kid is too terrifying."

No matter how powerful a martial artist was, even a great grandmaster, facing an army of over ten thousand, would have to avoid the sharp edge, or they would surely be surrounded and killed.

Although Xiao Zhan was the one with the deepest internal cultivation and the purest true qi among the three, in the midst of ten thousand soldiers, he could kill at most seven thousand people before his true qi was exhausted and he died from exhaustion.

A great grandmaster could kill up to eighty thousand soldiers, which was already the limit.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Wang Yue must die, or he will surely become a disaster."

Wang Yue's martial arts might not be stronger than theirs, but his endurance was too shocking.

"Right, this Wang Yue must die," Xiao Zhan also said.

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"Clang!"

Yelü Qiyun sheathed his long sword, used lightness skills, and retreated, leaving a series of afterimages in the air.

"Both of you, this kid is too powerful. I can't kill him alone."

Yelü Qiyun bowed to Xiao Zhan and the other two.

His meaning was clear: the three of them should attack together, and there was no need to adhere to any code of honor.

After all, they were not martial artists from the jianghu but experts of the Khitan royal family.

After the battle, Wang Yue's martial arts realm had slowly improved, and even his mental power had begun to grow.

Now, Wang Yue could feel the last barrier to the Dan Qi realm.

"Life and death training is the best way to unleash potential. If I don't die this time, I will surely become a Dan Qi martial artist."

Wang Yue thought to himself.

A Dan Qi martial artist, a terrestrial immortal, was already the pinnacle of internal martial arts. As for the mysterious and supreme realm, Wang Yue was not yet ready to explore it.

"Swallowing a golden pill, my fate is in my hands, not in heaven's."

This was the best description of a Dan Qi martial artist in internal martial arts.

"Kill!"

Xiao Zhan's killing aura erupted, and a massive palm force attacked Wang Yue. The middle-aged man kicked, creating a sound that tore through the air.

Both attacks were extremely domineering, not inferior to Wang Yue's internal martial arts fist force.

Wang Yue reached out and deflected the palm force and leg force.

This time, Wang Yue used the soft force of Tai Chi.

Yelü Qiyun did not attack immediately but was looking for an opportunity. His fast sword was suitable for ambushes. As soon as Wang Yue showed a weakness, he could kill him with one strike.

Wang Yue smiled coldly, "With my mental power, I can predict your attacks in advance, and my reaction is faster than yours. It will be hard to kill me. Unless you are willing to trade two lives for mine."

The more powerful a person was, the more they feared death.

Trading two lives for Wang Yue's life, they would never agree.

Yelü Qiyun frowned and said, "Good kid, you can deflect Xiao Zhan's palm force? What kind of martial arts is this? It's similar to the Star Shift of the old ghost Murong Longcheng, but only in form, not in spirit."

"Boom."

Wang Yue's innate true qi shield expanded, and the two attacks splashed against it, creating ripples.

"Haha, I never knew how strong my innate shield was. It seems to be quite good. If that old man attacks with sword glow, my shield might not hold, but your two palm forces and leg techniques might not break my true qi shield."

Wang Yue attacked while laughing loudly, "Today we will decide life and death. My endurance is infinite. I will wear you down. Haha..."