When a person regains confidence, even their tone changes!
Dan Min stood atop the treetops, challenging Jiang Feng, exuding not only abundant confidence in his swordsmanship but also an absolute superiority in his Qinggong!
Seeing Dan Min's awe-inspiring presence, the few surviving Royal Guards finally found hope and breathed a sigh of relief!
"Lord Sword Saint! Don't kill this guy so easily! That would be too rciful for him! Torture him slowly! Slice him apart, one cut at a ti, to avenge Lord Sai and Lord Ye!"
One of the Royal Guards shouted.
Dan Min stood in mid-air, his robe billowing, wielding the Xuanjian Treasure Sword. Sword Intent overflowed in all directions; the air currents were in turmoil.
He indeed lived up to the renown of the Sword Saint!
Under such terrifying montum, Feng Yueji was stifled, unable to breathe, as she turned to gaze at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng scoffed, and with a swift movent, leaped onto a large tree behind him.
Soon, he faced Dan Min in mid-air, standing twenty paces apart, seemingly the optimal distance for swordsn to launch an attack.
At this mont, Jiang Feng's whole aura remained faint and unfluctuating; he watched Dan Min quietly, his serenity almost frightening.
If Dan Min at this instant was like the clouds in the nine heavens, then Jiang Feng resembled the snow on the Absolute Peak!
"Binhai Jiang Feng, I made a na for myself at seven, hailed as the unrivaled sword talent of Myanmar in a century."
"At eleven, I apprenticed under my Master, learning the 'Flowing Cloud Swordsmanship'!"
"At thirteen, I achieved mastery in swordsmanship and comprehended Sword Intent!"
"At sixteen, I descended the mountain to train, killing with my sword!"
"To this day, not a thousand, but at least eight hundred souls have perished under my sword! Dying under my Xuanjian Sword today is your honor; you die with glory!"
Dan Min cruelly glanced at Jiang Feng, as if issuing a final death ultimatum; his Sword Force brewed fully, ready to erupt from every pore!
Jiang Feng laughed; no wonder this guy went so high for the duel, it turns out his swordsmanship shows true power only from a height.
"Oh? From my perspective, you simply don't understand swords, just like your Master, who's rely a dabbler." Jiang Feng shook his head pityingly.
"Outrageous!!" Dan Min roared in anger!
He and his Master were legendary figures in Myanmar; their Flowing Cloud Swordsmanship was profound and unpredictable, even praised by other national treasures-level experts.
Yet today, Jiang Feng nonchalantly criticized them, saying they know nothing about swords?
This is utterly ridiculous!
"Spouting nonsense, face your death!!"
Finally, Dan Min moved!
Clang!!!!
A clear resound!
The Xuanjian he held transford into an invincible beam of sword light, striking towards Jiang Feng with the might of a celestial descended upon the world!
The breathtaking sword light seed to hail from the heavens above, ten thousand swords slashing the void, myriad sword lights like teors dazzling the eyes.
This was an invincible sword.
Also, Dan Min's ultimate move.
True, though angered by Jiang Feng, Dan Min still began the duel with a killer ultimate move!
The terrifying slaughtering force made Feng Yueji's heart palpitate with fear!
The five surviving Royal Guards stared in direct awe!
With this thrust from Dan Min, the terrifying Sword Intent enshrouding the treetops drained all vitality from the branches and leaves instantly, withering them!
"The essence of this sword is annihilation! Annihilate all vitality! Die!!"
Amid the breathtaking sword light, Dan Min seed to vanish or rather rged with it!
Only the endless Killing Intent-filled voice echoed in Jiang Feng's ear, resembling the howl of a Death God!
At this mont, Jiang Feng moved too; casually he plucked, snapping a tree branch in hand.
Taking the branch as a sword!
Sword Force rose casually!
The wind surged and clouds billowed!
In an instant, Dan Min's vision blurred, and then, with air currents surging from all directions, he seed surrounded by an endless sea of clouds!
Opposite, Jiang Feng stood as if atop the sea of clouds, overlooking heaven and earth, as wind and clouds roared!
Dan Min's sword thrust towards Jiang Feng had its sharpness completely dissipated by the air currents surrounding Jiang Feng!
"What?!"
This instantly shocked Dan Min to the core!
The sword he poured his heart and blood into, ant to kill and cleave the ghost, was thus easily thwarted by Jiang Feng??!
In that split second, Dan Min felt exceedingly insignificant, while Jiang Feng lood mighty like a god!!
This was because his Sword Intent was utterly suppressed by Jiang Feng's Sword Intent!
"This... this is impossible!!" Dan Min erupted in a heartwrenching howl, refusing to believe.
"I told you, you don't understand swords." Jiang Feng regarded him with indifference, speaking again with pity.
"You're... you're talking nonsense!!" Dan Min scread tragically, albeit with defiance already shaken.
Jiang Feng casually held a snapped tree branch, yet it oppressively subdued Dan Min's Xuanjian Treasure Sword!
Jiang Feng stood like an isolated peak, or like a heaven-splitting sword pointing at the sky!
It could be said, in the battle of Sword Force, Dan Min had already been thoroughly defeated.
His Sword Force had been dismantled and shattered by Jiang Feng's Sword Force...
"Arrogant and clueless, yet dare to bear the title of 'Saint'? I truly pity you." Jiang Feng sneered after speaking, and suddenly moved!
The "Devouring Sky Demon Technique" erupted rcilessly, obliterating heaven and earth, with the sword roaring across the world!
Dan Min's whole body trembled violently, attempting to dodge, but it was too late!
Jiang Feng's "sword" had arrived!
Sword cos!
Invincible!
Unmatched!
Like the wrath of a demon god!
An annihilating strike!
One sword from the west, a celestial descending from beyond the heavens!
In the mont of life and death, Dan Min was utterly dumbstruck!
He made no attempt to evade, nor did he defend, as if under this one sword, he had already succumbed, with no escape under this sword!
"So... this is the true swordsmanship?! So, it is... In my dying mont, witnessing this sword, is perhaps, worthwhile..." Dan Min's lips drew out a bitter smile.
Thud!!!
A sword pierced through the heart!
Jiang Feng retracted the tree branch, standing still and unmoved.
The violent air currents around began to dissipate too.
Dan Min's right hand held the sword, left hand firmly pressing his heart, with traces of blood seeping through his fingers.
He looked up at Jiang Feng: "Tha... thank you...! Dying under this sword is my pride..."
A strange gleam flickered in his eyes, then his pupils dimd.
Crash!
Dan Min's body fell down.
A generation's Sword Saint of Myanmar had thus fallen!
The five watching Royal Guards below were entirely stunned, dumbfounded!
Dead?
The invincible Sword Saint in their hearts was dead?
Dan Min, likened to a Sword God, was slain by an opponent, stabbed with a sword?!
Even more ironically, before his death, he thanked the enemy?!
Absurd!
Ludicrous!
Yet... it was all reality!
"Thud!!!"
All of them knelt towards Jiang Feng in a daze, bodies trembling like sieves, plunged into despair!
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