At this mont, Zhou ng let out a loud roar, charging towards Yili with the ferocity of a tiger descending a mountain.
He raised his right fist high, bringing with it a whooshing wind, enveloping his entire powerful force, smashing swiftly towards Yili’s face, the fist wind fierce, as if about to tear the air apart instantly.
Facing this aggressive strike, Yili remained calm and composed. With just a flick of her beautiful eyes, her figure fluttered lightly like a butterfly dancing in the woods, agile and elegant, effortlessly avoiding this deadly blow with great montum.
Imdiately, the long sword in Yili’s hand trembled fiercely, and in an instant, sword flowers blood, like twinkling stars, dazzling to the eye.
This was precisely the exquisite sword move derived from the Hengshan Sect’s "Hengshan Sword Array"—"Stars Scattered Across The Sky".
Unlike the swordsmanship of other sects, the Hengshan Sect’s swordsmanship is famous in Jianghu for its agility, variability, and unpredictable sword path. When wielded, the sword montum does not pursue grand and aggressive sharpness, but rather, like scattered stars, thrusts out from various unexpected, tricky angles, leaving people defenseless.
At this mont, Yili’s long sword in her hand transford into countless beams of light, resembling teors traversing the night sky, stabbing towards Zhou ng from all directions like a torrential rain, each sword fast as lightning and dazzling to the eyes.
Zhou ng was suddenly startled, cold sweat instantly saturating his back.
He hurriedly retracted his fist to defend, crossing his arms, adopting a tight defensive posture, attempting to withstand the fierce sword moves like a wild storm.
However, Yili’s swordsmanship was truly exquisite, the sword shadows flickering like phantoms, in the blink of an eye breaking through Zhou ng’s seemingly impenetrable defense. With a "puff" sound, Yili’s sword tip lightly pierced Zhou ng’s shoulder, although just a shallow stab, it was full of power.
Zhou ng let out a muffled grunt, staggering back several steps, his shoulder bleeding, his face full of shock and unwillingness, secretly marveling that this seemingly weak woman actually possessed such astonishing martial arts.
"Who else?" Yili sneered, the arrogance in her eyes even more pronounced, once again issuing a blatant challenge to the crowd.
That contemptuous gaze mocked the helplessness of the Jiangnan heroes present.
At this ti, a young man in a light blue brocade robe stepped out steadily from the crowd, it was Li Fei.
Li Fei had a tall and agile stature, exuding a graceful and elegant deanor with every movent, like a crane ready to soar into the sky at any mont.
The light blue brocade robe on him was soft and smooth, gently flowing with his every movent, like the clear waters of a lake, sparkling with waves. The collar and cuffs of the robe were embroidered with intricate and exquisite cloud patterns using golden silk, shimring with a soft glow under the sunlight, not only showcasing his extraordinary taste but also highlighting his unique identity.
A dark blue wide belt was tied at his waist, with a piece of warm, lustrous jade embedded in it, carved with a vivid dragon pattern, the dragon sprawling and seems ready to ascend to the skies, adding a touch of nobility to him. The belt also held a delicate sword, the hilt wrapped in black leather, adorned with several dazzling gemstones, emitting enchanting multicolored glints under the sunlight.
He wore a simply styled white jade crown, neatly tying up his shiny black long hair, a few strands falling beside his fair forehead, adding a bit of casualness and free spirit. His facial features were delicate, eyebrows like distant dais, bright and deep eyes conveying an innate confidence and composure, as if everything in the world was within his grasp and nothing could faze him.
"Young scholar, don’t be too arrogant." Li Fei’s lips slightly curved upward, with a faint smile, he said slowly.
The smile seed gentle, yet subtly revealed an unimpeachable confidence.
Upon hearing this, a trace of disdain flashed in Yili’s eyes, like cold light streaking across the night sky, "What? You also want to try my martial arts? Overestimating yourself, aren’t you?" Her words were full of provocation and contempt, not taking Li Fei seriously at all.
Li Fei did not respond, only calmly drew the sword from his waist, the blade gleaming with a chilling cold light under the sunlight, silently announcing the impending intense battle. The cold light on the sword echoed with his steady gaze, exuding an invisible pressure.
With that, Li Fei’s figure flashed, drifting towards Yili like a wisp of green smoke.
He flicked the long sword in his hand, displaying the masterpiece of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, the "Qingfeng Thirteen Styles".
It turns out, this Li Fei was the favorite disciple of Zhao Qingfeng, the Sect Leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, whom Shi Feiyang rescued from the Black Wind Stronghold.
At this mont, Li Fei’s sword moves brushed past like a gentle breeze, seemingly soft and soothing, yet hiding countless mysteries beneath the surface.
Every sword carried a subtle Sword Qi, as if a sharp blade, slicing through the surrounding air with delicate hissing sounds.
Yili’s eyes flashed with excitent; this kind of challenging opponent was her favorite.
She let out a clear shout, like a yellow warbler erging from the valley, crisp and pleasant, and the long sword in her hand rang swiftly, displaying the Hengshan Sect’s "Cloud Mist Swordsmanship".
This set of swordsmanship showcased the unique qualities of the Hengshan Sect swordsmanship to perfection, like the ethereal mist in the mountains, transformable and unpredictable, elusive and indistinct. Unlike ordinary swordsmanship, which pursues straightforward and powerful force, "Cloud Mist Swordsmanship" emphasizes using softness to overco hardness, the sword moves appear soft and weak, like a spring breeze brushing one’s face, yet they secretly harbored countless lethal attacks.
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