The new year begins and the snowflakes arrive.

This year's spring did not bring any warm spring breeze.

Instead, there was a sudden snowstorm.

The cold wind swept across and heavy snow rolled.

The biting cold wind swept across the vast land, and the goose-feather-like snow danced in the wind, interweaving into a snow curtain that covered the sky.

The first rays of sunlight rise in the early morning.

On the top of a mountain in the capital of the Dayun Dynasty.

The winter sun shines through the sparse shadows of the trees, illuminating the thick ice and snow on the mountains, making them sparkle and dapple with light and shadow.

This is just an ordinary hill, nothing special about it, but today the front and back of the hill are almost full of people.

The mountain was almost full of people in front and behind.

Some were wearing armor, holding sharp blades, waiting quietly.

Some were dressed in Taoist robes, flying in the sky, looking carefully.

There were also princes, nobles, and immortal masters sitting on the giant flying ship, waiting comfortably with a cup of tea and a red clay stove.

"The war has started?"

A burly general, wearing a golden crown, cloud-walking shoes, and a light goose yellow armor, sat on the bed of the flying boat and took a sip of fine wine.

His voice was as deep and powerful as a war drum. As his words fell, the entire spirit ship seemed to tremble three times.

This was the great general of the Dayun Dynasty. He cut down mountains and destroyed temples. It was unknown how many sects he had conquered.

There was another person, covered in flying feathers. When his wings were spread, they seemed to cover the sky. Every time he flapped his wings, it brought up a strong wind and raised a lot of dust.

He is a powerful person in the realm of true person.

"I wonder if Gu Xuan from Feitianmen will come here."

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he could see through the wind and snow and observe what was happening in the distance.

There was another person standing next to him, shoulder to shoulder with Master Feiyu, but he was completely different.

This person was dressed in a simple Taoist robe, with a string of vibrating copper bells hanging around his waist. His steps were steady, as if every step was in the rhythm of heaven and earth.

His face was peaceful and his eyes revealed a hint of compassion, as if he could see into people's hearts and soothe their souls.

"I woke up decades later and had nothing to do. This battle was just the right way to relieve my boredom."

……

"Second brother, I bet 100,000 spirit stones, I hope you can win."

Yang Xiaoyan looked at the mountains and fields, her gaze passed through layers of green and rested on the vast sky in the distance.

The mountain breeze blew past, lifting her long hair and dress, as if it could blow away her sorrow as well.

……

"Feitianmen, such a familiar name, but it's been so long that I can't remember it."

"Who am I? The North Sea Goddess or the Wu Qing?"

A nun with her hair shaved off, wearing a moon-white veil. Her whole body was white, with a silver whisk in one hand.

At this moment, he frowned as if he had thought of something, but was not sure, and rubbed his temple with one hand.

……

"Senior Brother Ye will definitely win. I bet 10,000 Spiritual Stones."

Li Bayuan was like a giant, with two silver hammers on his waist, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"You just broke through the realm, where did you get so many spirit stones?"

Wang Dong shook his head, somewhat shocked by Li Bayuan's generosity.

The Blood Demon Saint stood with them.

"You two really dare to gamble!"

"What are you afraid of? You have seen Senior Brother Ye's strength before. Dao Xinghe is definitely not his opponent."

His eyes were determined, as if he had already seen the scene of victory.

"That's true, but who can be sure of what will happen in the arena? What if something unexpected happens..."

"Accident? How can there be so many accidents! Besides, Senior Brother Ye is not only powerful, but also thoughtful. If he dares to accept the challenge, he must be sure of it."

After he finished speaking, he thought of something and smiled.

Wang Dong hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about something.

"In that case, I will also go and bet 4,000 spirit stones."

"The odds are 1 to 3. If you win, you will get 12,000 spirit stones."

"You all want to place a bet, so I'll go too."

Seeing how confident the two were in Ye Yang, the Blood Demon Saint hurried out.

The top of the mountain.

There were two people, both wearing plain white clothes, as clean as snow, with expressionless faces, as if they had thrown all their emotions behind them.

They stared at each other, their eyes flashing with vigilance and respect for each other.

Dao Xinghe spoke first, his tone full of meaning.

"Brother Ye, we haven't seen each other for a long time. We finally meet today. I hope you are well."

Ye Yang responded.

"Everything is fine. I heard that you had a big fight with Xia Bodhi. Are you still not recovered?"

The two men were tit-for-tat, neither of them giving in, and before the battle even started, they began to attack each other's minds.

"It's not recovered yet."

Dao Xinghe smiled, revealing a somewhat weak expression.

Ye Yang didn't take his words to heart, because he knew that people like Dao Xinghe must be very scheming to have been able to get to where he is today.

Hurtful words are nothing more than confusing words to make others take it lightly.

When he is fighting, he will never underestimate anyone.

The conversation was brief. Dao Xinghe seemed to be running out of energy and began to gasp for breath after he finished speaking.

Ye Yangyi remained indifferent, as if he hadn't heard anything, with a calm expression on his face.

"This knife is made of ordinary iron, by an ordinary blacksmith, in an ordinary afternoon, in an ordinary three hours."

"The sword is four feet and seven inches long and weighs no more than seven pounds, six ounces and three cents."

Ye Yang stared at the knife and said.

"But it is so unusual because of your name."

"Good knife."

Ye Yang was slightly shocked, and the White Horse's sharp sword neighed and flew around him.

The Red Maple Sword had already vibrated slightly and automatically fell into his hands.

"This sword is called White Horse. White Horse means time. This sword is based on the sand of time. The blade is like snow, four feet and three inches long, with a black handle and a white blade."

"This sword is called the Red Maple Sword. It is made of ordinary materials, forged from the spine of an ordinary warrior. The sword is three feet six inches long and weighs five pounds and three ounces."

Dao Xinghe praised: "Good knife, good sword."

Although both sides had drawn their swords, neither took action immediately.

Everyone present held their breath and looked forward to the next fight between the two.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please."

Dao Xinghe bowed slightly.

Then neither of them spoke, but just looked at each other quietly.

The next moment, the two of them moved almost at the same time.

Dao Xinghe's sword was like a meteor across the night sky, slashing towards Ye Yang with irresistible force.

Ye Yang held a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and the sword light was flying and the knife light was shining.

The sword danced in the air like a dragon, and the knife was like a tiger, roaring non-stop.

The two attacks met in the air, making a deafening sound.

The surrounding mountains began to tremble at this moment, as if they would collapse at any time.

However, neither of them showed any intention of stopping.

Their attacks became faster and more fierce.

Every attack seemed to be able to tear the sky and earth apart and shake the stars.

Everyone present was stunned.

Fast! It was so fast that people couldn’t see clearly and were dazzled.

They knew that this kind of battle was no longer something they could interfere with.

They could only watch from afar.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and the figures of the two people intersected in the air, and every time they intersected, it would bring about a storm.

Finally, there was a loud bang, and the two figures flew backwards at the same time.

Their bodies drew an arc in the air and then landed steadily on the ground.

Neither of them was injured, and there was a gleam of excitement in their eyes.

"Youth Song."

Ye Yang dug the sword into the ground, and with a hiss, the sword tore through the earth, emitting a scarlet light.

The Shaoyang Sword Technique was suddenly deployed, so agile, strange and extremely fast, like a flash of lightning cutting through the sky, which was jaw-dropping.

As the sword flashed, it seemed as if even the air was split in two, making a sharp whistling sound.

When it reached the middle, it suddenly changed its moves, like a golden sun stretching across the sky, emitting scorching heat.

It is vast and prosperous, like the strokes of a dragon or snake's pen, and ink splashing across the southern ocean.

This is a move from the Zhongyang Sword Technique, "As the Sun Rises in the Sky."

After two consecutive changes of moves, the Shaoyang Sword Technique was seamlessly connected to the Zhongyang Sword Technique, showing his consummate attainments in swordsmanship.

Dao Xinghe only felt a flash before his eyes, as if he was in a dream. Everywhere he looked, he saw sword threads, but he didn't know where the sword was hidden.

The trajectory of the sword is unpredictable.

"If I can't find it, I'll break it with force and sword."

Dao Xinghe only felt a flash before his eyes, as if he was in a dream. He saw sword threads everywhere, but he didn't know where the sword was hidden.

The trajectory of the sword is unpredictable.

he yelled.

Cut it out with one knife.

His heart was as calm as ice, but the long sword in his hand was trembling as if it had life, making a low trembling sound.

Dao Xinghe closed his eyes, and all his senses were focused on the knife in his hand.

The next moment, he slashed with a knife.

It is worthy of being the inheritance of the ancient sword magic.

The sword technique is like the sea, deep and vast; like the stars, bright and mysterious, as if it can tear the earth apart.

His swordsmanship, like himself, is firm and tenacious, fearless and unafraid.

The sword threads shuttled around him, but he seemed not to notice and just focused on waving the knife in his hand.

In an instant, the magic knife slashed out like a meteor, cutting through the night sky and illuminating the darkness.

Everything returned to calm. The sword thread disappeared, and the sword body also disappeared.

Only he and his knife were left.

"What a strong knife!"

Ye Yang sighed. The opponent's slash just now seemed to have limited his time and shattered his bones.

Extremely domineering.

You have to know that his physical body was cultivated through the Elephant Demon Fist, which is an extremely strong and powerful method to develop a Vajra body.

The next moment, the white horse's sharp sword spun around, and more than a thousand sword beams appeared around it.

"It turns out to be a thousand kills with one strike!"

The crowd watching held their breath and stared. Everywhere they looked they saw the endless flashes of swords. The scene was like a display of divine power from myths and legends, which made people feel awe.

The blade lights flashed through the air, connecting with each other, making a sharp whistling sound.
It stirred up strong winds and flying sand and rocks.

The White Horse Sharp Sword was hidden in the sword light, and the sword light quietly deviated from the main battlefield.

It twisted and turned like a spirit snake and attacked towards Dao Xinghe's flank.

Dao Xinghe swung out the ordinary long sword in his hand at a speed so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, knocking the sword light away.

Just as he said himself.

This ordinary knife is no longer ordinary in his hands.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are worthy of the title of being the best at both swords and sabers. You are worthy of being the opponent I have chosen."

Dao Xinghe looked at Ye Yang with admiration in his eyes.

Ye Yang also laughed.

"You too."

The two figures confronted each other on the top of the mountain, and the air around them seemed to become heavy.

Dao Xinghe swung the knife again.

This time, the sword light was as bright and dazzling as the Milky Way.

"The galaxy is broken!"

Dao Xinghe shouted softly, and endless starlight gathered on the long sword, as if it was going to swallow up the entire space.

Ye Yang's face was solemn. He knew that this move was extraordinary, but there was not a trace of fear in his heart.

He took a deep breath, and all the spiritual power in his body surged into the sword in his hand like a tide.

With both hands dancing, the blade light and sword threads flew out in a rotation as dense as drizzle.

Every raindrop contains the power of destruction.

The stone wall on the top of the mountain was blown up by the sword energy and knife wind, and sand and rocks flew everywhere, creating an extremely spectacular scene.

As time went on, the battle between the two became more intense.

Dao Xinghe turned suddenly and slashed with his sword, but before the sword hit the ground, it was already whistling, rolling out more than a thousand sword beams.

Millions of sword beams spun and transformed into a tornado blade that was connected end to end. It suddenly grew larger and came to kill in an instant.

"A thousand cuts are endless!"

Ye Yang sent out the white horse with a sharp knife.

Thirteen knives of time.

This legendary spiritual technique once again brazenly appeared in front of everyone.

(End of this chapter)