“This kid can still win?”
Even as his own uncle, Wen Hu Jiu couldn't believe it: "Brother Ye, how did you see it?”
How did I see it?
I'm a time traveler!
Ye Feng shook his head and smiled, pretending to be profound and inscrutable: "Naturally, it's through heartfelt perception."
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A bunch of fat sheep!
As Ye Feng was feeling sentimental, the situation on the high platform had become white-hot.
Bai Li Dong Jun, with his incredibly swift movements, dodged his opponent's swords one after another, causing the audience to gasp in awe.
"If you don't draw your sword, I'll get serious!"
Song Yan Hui struck his sword against the air, his eyes turning cold.
"Draw your sword?"
Bai Li Dong Jun looked at the Fire God Sword in his hand, his eyes blurry and drunk: "Do I know swordsmanship? I don't think I do!"
"You, you're pushing it too far!"
The anger Song Yan Hui had been suppressing finally exploded. He slashed with his sword, a burst of sword energy instantly tearing through Bai Li Dong Jun's clothes...
Bai Li Dong Jun took three steps back, and his blurry eyes suddenly closed.
However.
Song Yan Hui was now truly enraged, his sword point aimed directly at Bai Li Dong Jun's shoulder, as if he were going to skewer him.
"Watch out!"
Wen Hu Jiu's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to ignore everything and rush up, Bai Li Dong Jun suddenly opened his eyes and muttered to himself: "I remember now!"
In a flash.
He raised the Fire God Sword abruptly, perfectly blocking Song Yan Hui's fatal strike.
"He blocked it?"
Lei Meng Sha was stunned and surprised: "How did he block it?"
"Naturally, with his sword."
Wang Yi Xing smiled.
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As they spoke, Bai Li Dong Jun's sword suddenly became light and agile. Every move and thrust easily blocked Song Yan Hui's attacks.
Song Yan Hui was startled, not even having time to see one sword strike before the next came at him in a counteroffensive.
"I remember now, it's this swordsmanship!"
Bai Li Dong Jun's eyes gradually cleared, his sword like a dancing dragon, his steps like blooming lotuses, five consecutive strikes forced Song Yan Hui to retreat repeatedly.
"Luo Xuan, what are you doing?!”
As everyone was astonished, Lei Meng Sha suddenly felt Luo Xuan's long sword tremble.
"This swordsmanship...,”
Luo Xuan's pupils dilated, his voice trembling slightly.
"How is that possible?!"
The older gentleman Cheng Yu was increasingly alarmed as he watched: "This is… legendary?”
"How is this possible!"
Wen Hu Jiu was also incredibly startled. He subconsciously looked at Ye Feng: "You saw it all along?"
As soon as he said this, all eyes focused on Ye Feng.
Everyone thought Bai Li Dong Jun wouldn't last more than a few moves, but Ye Feng was the only one who believed he would win.
"No."
Ye Feng shook his head.
"Then you're certain he'll win?"
Lei Meng Sha was full of doubts: "You wouldn't really be talking about 'heartfelt perception', would you?"
"Hehe..."
Ye Feng gave a faint smile. Everyone perked up their ears, only to hear him softly say two words:
"You guess!"
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You're telling me to guess?!
I can barely even understand what I'm seeing!
Lei Meng Sha felt like he was going crazy. As he looked around, he saw that one martial arts master after another was gradually losing themselves in their thoughts: "Luo Xuan, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"
"The West Chu Sword Song, asking the heavens for guidance."
Luo Xuan couldn't help but take a deep breath, his voice firm: "The peerless swordsmanship that once faced down nine thousand soldiers of the Breaking Wind Army with a single sword - The West Chu Sword Song!"
"What?!"
Lei Meng Sha's expression immediately went out of control.
"On the head of Luo Sang City, a Sword Immortal with a sword, a Confucian Immortal singing, one sword, one song, fighting nine thousand soldiers of the Breaking Wind Army!"
A ripple of emotion appeared in Luo Xuan's eyes: "One day later..."
"The Confucian Immortal bled to death, falling on the city head..."
"The Sword Immortal broke his sword, falling on the battlefield!"
"Since then, this swordsmanship, known as the number one in the world, the West Chu Sword Song, has disappeared from the world. I never thought we would have the honor of seeing it again today!"
"I've heard this legend too!"
Lei Meng Sha looked at the stage, his brow furrowed: "I'm not a swordsman, so I don't have all your deep feelings. I only have one question..."
"Damn it, how does Bai Li Dong Jun know this swordsmanship?!"
"Brother Ye, do you know?"
"I know."
Ye Feng said casually: "All exquisite and peerless swordsmanship boils down to one principle..."
"What principle!"
Wen Hu Jiu asked urgently.
The West Chu Sword Song was a matter of great significance. It wasn't just about the number one swordsmanship in the world, but also about Bai Li Dong Jun's identity!
He is the grandson of Bai Li Luo Chen, the Marquis of the West...
And Bai Li Luo Chen was the general who led the Breaking Wind Army back then, and the West Chu was the very land he destroyed…
Now, his grandson knows the forbidden techniques of the West Chu rebels. This inevitably brings to mind many conspiracies!
"Naturally, it was passed down by someone..."
Ye Feng said seriously: "As for self-realization, that's one in a million!"
"That goes without saying! Who could possibly realize such exquisite and peerless swordsmanship on their own?"
Wen Hu Jiu glared at Ye Feng, annoyed. But then he saw the other man shrug his shoulders and say in a matter-of-fact tone:
"Me."
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