Boom!
The tranquil Patriarch Shrine erupted with two overwhelming auras.
These auras carried no trace of spiritual energy.
For they were pure sword intent!
The fearless true intent of Zhan Gui Shen!
The supreme sword intent that could cleave the heavens!
Boom!
The two sword intents collided, sending sharp, powerful shockwaves rippling outward. The ground, painstakingly swept clean by Wan Jianyi, was instantly blanketed with scattered leaves…
Whoosh!
Wan Jianyi's eyes blazed with intensity. Gripping his branch, he slashed forward.
In an instant.
The unstoppable true intent of Zhan Gui Shen surged toward Ji Changfeng.
"Two Sleeves, Azure Serpent!"
Ji Changfeng uttered four words calmly.
In a flash.
An azure serpent sword intent burst from his body.
Boom!
Sword clashed with sword, intent melded with intent.
The collision ignited the fighting spirit of both sword cultivators, pushing their battle fervor to its peak.
"Azure Serpent? Two Sleeves, Azure Serpent?"
"Qing Yun Sect has no such sword technique, does it?"
Wan Jianyi's eyes flickered with surprise.
Probing with his sword intent, he questioned Ji Changfeng.
Boom!
The azure serpent sword intent flared.
Ji Changfeng shook his head lightly. "Two Sleeves, Azure Serpent is not a technique of Qing Yun Sect. It's something I comprehended on my own…"
"You comprehended it?"
Wan Jianyi froze, then asked, "Are you saying you created a sword technique?"
"Indeed." Ji Changfeng nodded slightly.
At these words.
A look of astonishment crossed Wan Jianyi's face.
He stared at the youth before him, incredulous. How long had this boy been cultivating? Barely half a year, at most! And…
How old was he?!
He looked no older than a teenager!
At such an age…
To claim he had created his own sword technique!?
And one that rivaled Zhan Gui Shen in power?!
What kind of talent was this?
What kind of comprehension?
Wan Jianyi's gaze burned as he looked at Ji Changfeng. With a hearty laugh, he exclaimed, "Good!"
"Excellent! A self-created sword technique!"
"Marvelous! Two Sleeves, Azure Serpent!"
"Young man, show me your full strength. Let me see just how extraordinary your talent is!"
As his words fell.
Wan Jianyi's expression sharpened.
Whoosh!
His figure vanished from the spot. Moving with the steps of the Eight Trigrams, he thrust his branch fiercely toward Ji Changfeng.
This was no longer a clash of sword intents.
This was a duel of sword techniques!
A killing art!
Rip!
The ordinary branch became a razor-sharp blade in his hands. A mere graze left a tear in Ji Changfeng's white robes…
Ji Changfeng's expression grew focused.
His training in sword techniques was limited.
Thus.
Facing Wan Jianyi's onslaught, he appeared somewhat disheveled.
But fortunately.
His comprehension and talent were heaven-defying. After just a few exchanges, he was already managing to parry Wan Jianyi's strikes…
Whoosh!
In their hands, ordinary branches took on the majesty of Nine Heavens Divine Weapons.
They traded blows, strike for strike, relentlessly attacking.
Of course.
Wan Jianyi was mostly feeding Ji Changfeng moves.
From the outset, he had noticed Ji Changfeng's lack of polish in sword techniques.
This sparked the idea to guide him through sparring.
But as they continued, Wan Jianyi grew numb.
What kind of comprehension is this?!
How many exchanges had they had?
And Ji Changfeng was already catching his strikes?
Not only that.
Ji Changfeng was even exploiting the subtle flaws Wan Jianyi intentionally left, striking back with his branch—sharp, ruthless, and decisive…
Leaving several sword marks on Wan Jianyi's body.
"Well done, young man!"
Wan Jianyi's eyes gleamed with excitement.
Though he was feeding moves, he hadn't felt this exhilarated in years.
"No more holding back, young man. Take this!"
Without hesitation, Wan Jianyi thrust his sword forward.
Rip!
The sharp "blade" flashed before Ji Changfeng's eyes. He raised his hand to block without pause.
Then countered with a fierce slash.
Such an attack was trivial to Wan Jianyi.
He effortlessly deflected Ji Changfeng's flurry of strikes.
Then, with a casual thrust or two.
He forced the still-green youth to falter, his expression shifting.
"Hahaha!"
"Think you can match me, young man? You're still too green!"
Wan Jianyi laughed heartily.
But he had to admit, Ji Changfeng's talent and comprehension weren't just good—they were utterly monstrous!!
A few glances, and he learned?
A couple of tries, and he wielded it fluidly in combat?
Where did this freak come from?!
The two traded blows, their swords flashing toward each other, leaving numerous marks on both their bodies…
Of course.
Ji Changfeng looked the more disheveled.
After all, Wan Jianyi was a seasoned master who had immersed himself in the way of the sword for years…
"Hahaha! Thrilling!"
"Truly thrilling!"
A flush of exhilaration colored Wan Jianyi's face.
He hadn't fought so freely in centuries.
Though it wasn't fully satisfying.
Clashing with a prodigy like Ji Changfeng was more than enough.
Wan Jianyi's gaze toward Ji Changfeng carried a trace of approval. He had acknowledged this young man. He felt…
Ji Changfeng was worthy of inheriting Zhan Gui Shen!
No!
That wasn't quite right.
Rather…
Ji Changfeng could elevate Zhan Gui Shen to new heights!
The true art of Zhan Gui Shen wasn't created by Wan Jianyi. He was merely one of countless practitioners.
But he alone had risen above the rest, bringing Zhan Gui Shen to its pinnacle of glory and honor!
Wan Jianyi believed Ji Changfeng could surpass him…
He might take Zhan Gui Shen to even greater heights.
In the future, perhaps when people spoke of Zhan Gui Shen, the first name they'd think of would be Ji Changfeng, not Wan Jianyi…
He didn't want Ji Changfeng to become a shadow of himself.
Hoo…
Wan Jianyi exhaled slowly.
In that moment, his aura retracted, then exploded outward with fearless resolve—Zhan Gui Shen!
Whoosh!
Wan Jianyi's eyes snapped open, deep and profound, glinting with supreme sharpness.
"Young man, this sword!"
"Watch closely!"
A fearless aura surged. Wan Jianyi slowly raised his sword.
"Oh?"
Ji Changfeng smiled faintly.
"Why?"
"Because this sword is impressive?"
"Hm?" Wan Jianyi blinked, caught off guard. Why so many questions? If you don't watch, how can I teach you?
But when he heard Ji Changfeng's next words.
A smile spread across his face.
"Exactly!"
"This sword will be impressive!"
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