"Failed."

Yiqi Changqiu Dao Xinghe was actually defeated.

These two words, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, plunged the originally noisy crowd of spectators into dead silence.

They came in such a grand manner, and no one expected this result.

Bai Ergou, no, Dao Xinghe.

This top commander, who came from a poor family, swept countless opponents and was hailed as an undefeated legend.

He was actually defeated in today's contest by Ye Yang, an expert in both swordsmanship and saber skills.

Many people opened their eyes wide, as if trying to find any clues from the battlefield that had already settled.

Prove that this was just a dream.

Can't believe it.

But the reality is indisputable.

Dao Xinghe fell there, blood dripping, and the red sword was already pierced into his chest.

Fresh blood dripped down the sword onto the ground.

His long sword flew out of his hand.

And the opponent who should have been suppressed by him stood there as a winner.

Sword and knife are both excellent.

Ye Yang.

Top ten on the Hidden Dragon List.

The famous third-level water alchemist.

A rapidly rising name, although it was once outstanding and extremely valuable.

But there has never been such a fame that could suppress the world and dominate a region.

The duel of swords and sabers reached its ultimate level.

After Dao Xinghe defeated Xia Puti with great force, he still did so in this almost perfect way.

Ended Dao Xinghe's winning streak.

It amazed countless people.

Cui family.

The morning sun was shining, and several people were sitting opposite each other.

At the very top was an old man with a white beard, sitting on a chair. Although he was old, he still looked quite vigorous.

"Master Ye has come to Kyoto. He is not only the savior of our Cui family, but also famous throughout the world. We are rushing to pay our respects to him."

"If it's too late, I'm afraid we won't even be able to get through the gate."

Following this announcement, the entire Cui family was in an uproar.

A hero who ranks high on the Hidden Dragon List.

And the most important thing is that the other party has an excellent water-based medical alchemy skill.

For such people, there will be absolutely no problems as long as they make friends.

And now, he has come to the Dayun Dynasty, and it so happens that he had a mysterious connection with the Cui family before.

This is undoubtedly a great honor for the Cui family.

The children of the Cui family were even more excited.

Dao Xinghe, for many people, is a star high above.

Now that the star has been set down, another new star is rising rapidly.

It turned out that the man had an old relationship with their Cui family.

Besides, Feitian Sect is quite powerful in the Yalongling area, and there are powerful people in the Realm of True Person who can intimidate one side. If they can maintain good contact.

It is also a good thing for the Cui family as they now have someone to rely on.

"Hurry up and prepare the valuable gifts. I want to meet Master Ye in person."

This is undoubtedly a huge opportunity and a huge challenge for the Cui family.

If the contact is successful, the Cui family will gain unprecedented development and benefits.

……

Dayun Dynasty, in the imperial palace.

"With such talent, and being a master of medical elixirs, we should get along well with him."

"My Immortal Capture Division is in need of such talented people. In my opinion, since Dao Xinghe has been defeated, it is time to replace the number one leader."

"That being said, he is a member of the sect after all, not a casual cultivator. Moreover, it is said that the Zhuxian Army launched an attack some time ago, and the Feitian Sect also took action."

"This is a bit troublesome."

In a dark room.

A dim oil lamp dimly illuminated a corner of the room.

The man sitting at the table had a handsome face, with a hint of worry between his brows.

As several people were talking, their voices could be heard from far away.

Inside the palace.

"I am in a good mood today. I finally won a game against Concubine Liu."

"Hurry up and prepare a banquet. Invite my second brother to come and meet me. I haven't seen him for many years. It's a good opportunity for us to meet and catch up today."

Yang Xiaoyan's hair is black and shiny, draped over her shoulders, swaying gently with her steps.

The hem of her dress fluttered in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth, and the sunlight shone on her lavender dress embroidered with golden lotus flowers.

Yang Xiaoyan opened her mouth slowly, her voice as melodious as a clear spring, and someone immediately walked out.

After a while, the maid came hurriedly.

"Reporting to Concubine Yan, now the princes and nobles are competing to invite Concubine Ye, and that person has returned to the sect to practice."

"what?"

There was a tone of disbelief and surprise in Bai Lian Ming Fei's voice.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

The maid kneeling on the ground lowered her head even more, her voice full of caution and awe.

Afraid that there would be even the slightest error in the message being conveyed.

"Get up."

She said calmly, her voice regaining its usual calmness and authority.

The maid slowly stood up, but still did not dare to look up at Ming Fei.

"In that case, forget it. I have a valuable gift here and you can send someone to deliver it to Feitian Gate personally." She waved her hand, signaling the maid that she could leave.

The maid bowed respectfully and then carefully left the room.

The room was silent again. Bai Lian Ming Fei stood up, walked to the window and opened it.

The fresh mountain breeze blew in, blowing away the sadness on her face.

Her eyes looked into the distance, as if she could penetrate the mountains and see the figure of the man practicing.

"Second Brother Ye, I know you are a pure and ascetic monk, but why don't you come to see my junior sister?"

"Although I am rich and prosperous in this palace, I have endless enjoyment, but I don't have the freedom I once had."

She whispered to herself.

There was a barely perceptible hint of anticipation in his voice.

……

Facing the attention from all parties of the Dayun Dynasty.

Ye Yang didn't take it to heart, but controlled the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle, returned to Feitian Gate, and secluded himself in the quiet room.

He recalled the battle with Dao Xinghe one by one and benefited a lot from it.

That sword strike seemed ordinary, but it contained Dao Xinghe's lifelong cultivation and understanding of the way of the sword.

Simple and direct, yet unpredictable and full of infinite possibilities.

Every time he fought with the opponent, Ye Yang felt the depth and breadth of the opponent, as if he was fighting against the entire world.

More importantly, he experienced the tension and excitement of being on the verge of life and death.

Every transition between offense and defense, every time he was on the verge of life and death, made him understand more deeply the true meaning of the path of cultivation.

He has always advocated not being happy with things, nor being sad with himself.

The disturbances in the outside world are like floating clouds, and only your own strength is the most solid support.

In the quiet room, he carefully savored every move in the battle with Dao Xinghe.

Every detail is pondered over and over again.

He simulated every possible move of his opponent in his mind and then thought about how to respond.

As the magic power circulated, he could feel the magic power in his body flowing more and more smoothly.

It made his cultivation have a qualitative leap.

And his mind was purified in the process, becoming more peaceful and determined.

He pointed with one hand.

A dazzling blade light condensed in the air, emitting an unparalleled sharp edge.

The wind was rising and the clouds were surging. The energy in the sky seemed to be attracted by his actions and began to gather.

Tiny rays of light flickered around him, a manifestation of the sword intent and his internal cultivation responding to each other.

Suddenly, his eyes focused and the movements of his hands suddenly accelerated.

"Hey!"

There was a slight sound, as if even the space was cut by the knife light.

“After killing a thousand people with one sword, it’s the realm of a thousand swords without end.”

He recalled the scene when Dao Xinghe slashed with his sword, and countless sword beams connected end to end, rotating around each other, forming an endless vortex that swept across the world.

He held out his finger.

Countless sword beams, connected end to end, formed a small vortex that kept spinning at his fingertips.

With the infusion of magic power, the small vortex gradually expanded and turned into an extremely sharp sword energy storm that swept across the entire mountain.

The grass and trees swayed, dust flew, and even the air seemed to be torn apart by the sword energy, making a sharp whistling sound.

Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes, and two rays of light as sharp as knife blades shot out from his eyes.

His mind moved, and the sword energy suddenly dissipated into the air, as if it had never appeared.

A few days later, when Ye Yang came out of seclusion, his temperament had undergone subtle changes.

His gaze became even deeper, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world.

After defeating Dao Xinghe, Ye Yang did not show any arrogance, but became more low-key and calm.

At this moment, standing on the top of the mountain.

Ye Yang felt a sense of ease and freedom he had never felt before.

He stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the mountains below, with an unprecedented sense of pride in his heart.

He swung the sword again, and the sharp sword kept flying around his body.

It seemed like he was also congratulating him.

The next moment, Ye Yang grasped the White Horse Sharp Sword.

At this moment, his sword is no longer just a weapon, but an extension of his soul and a bridge for him to communicate with the world.

Every time he swings the knife, it is an expression of his inner emotions and his understanding of the world.

As his sword power improved, Ye Yang's body also changed.

His temperament became more profound, and his eyes revealed an inviolable edge.

His figure seemed to blend into the space and become a part of the mountain.

Ye Yang closed his eyes and felt the endless power in his body.

The blade pointed to the sky, and a powerful sword energy surged out from the blade and rushed straight into the sky.

The wind was rising and the clouds were surging, and it seemed that only the breath of the sword remained between heaven and earth.

The next moment, the sword light poured down from the sky like a waterfall, and the sword light was endless.

With a loud bang, a hole was blasted in the rock where the sword lights intersected.

A strong shock wave spread out in all directions, uprooting all the surrounding trees and causing flying sand and rocks.

He recalled the path he had taken, his heart filled with emotion.

"The past is the past, and the road ahead is still long."

The wind blew and ruffled his hair.

"The realm of a thousand cuts has finally been broken through."

This realm is not only a breakthrough in swordsmanship, but also a leap in mind and will.

"After the sword art reaches a new level, even the white horse sword has undergone new changes."

Ye Yang held the White Horse Sharp Sword in his hand, and after a slight sense of it, a hint of joy could not help but appear on his brows.

(End of this chapter)