Jiang Wang on his right had already swept across with a sword in a style that was both elegant and unrestrained.Even when down on their luck, a true scholar can still be charming!This is the sword of...A gleam of frost arises, a sword repels Wei Yu!

When passersby on the street cast their eyes upon him, they saw Wei Yu standing with his sword held before him against the wall.

Unable to help but hold one's breath.

Wei Yu wasn't just an unknown figure. He was Qin's recognized number one Tenglong, the Heavenly Prodigy of Qin! His future was limitless, his potential extending far beyond what could be seen now.

Now that I'm fighting with people, it seems like I'm at a disadvantage.

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"Good!"

Wei Yu praised again.

“The glory of the flying sword era, I yearn for it with all my heart. I wish I could be there myself! To think that even today, I can witness such an ancient flying sword technique. This is a fortunate event for me, Wei Yu!”

He pivoted his sword to the side, holding it diagonally in front of him. He took a step back with his rear foot and shot forward like an arrow.

A powerful and fierce sword intent gathered around him, merging with his body, thoughts, strength, and momentum. It roared incessantly, constantly refining and sharpening itself...

And in the end, others and swords all moved forward.

But he remained standing in the same spot, leaning against the wall, merely raising his hand at random before him. His index finger was slightly raised and moved forward ever so gently.

A sliver of cold light seemed to appear out of thin air, meeting Wei Yu's long sword blade at the very tip.

Wei Yu really didn't want to draw his sword now. He was still seven steps away from his opponent.

But he had to!

Just now, his sword told him that if he did not unsheathe it...he would die!

The momentum is not yet full, the intent is not yet complete, and the sword has already been drawn.

It was only at this moment, with blades locked, that he truly saw his opponent's sword for the first time.

It was a hiltless flying sword, now enlarged to over two feet in length. Its entire body seemed composed of sword light, every inch razor-sharp and piercingly bright.

It seemed to have no substance, but rather was a single sword forged from endless blades of light.

But it stood there so truly, sword against its own blade.

No magic, any magic you possess, can withstand this sword.

Wei Yu was very clear about this. Apart from wielding his sword, any other action at this moment would be superfluous. He could only rely on his sword in his palm and his extraordinary swordsmanship honed through years of diligent practice!

His swordsmanship is his strongest point.

At this moment, Wei Yu poured all his strength into his Dao Yuan, infusing it into the sword, and with overwhelming force, launched the flying sword forward! Then, he turned his body mid-air, drawing a beautiful arc as he sliced through the wind. Swift and merciless, he charged towards the enemy with his sword drawn.

Here comes another sound.

Wei Yu, while advancing with her sword, was forced to strike first due to the approaching enemy's sword. She was then held back by their flying sword!

How could I possibly do such a thing

Wei Yu's only thought was this.

He flipped his wrist, and the long sword in his hand followed suit, twisting several times on the flying sword.

The spiraling sword energy twisted in the air, forming a vortex that momentarily controlled the agile flying sword.

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Amazing swordsmanship!

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And Wei Yu, following the space carved out by his sword qi, surged forward...

He had to strike again with the killing blow, anticipating a sudden appearance of a flying sword in front of him!

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While others might not understand, he sees it clearly.

This flying sword is too sharp!

He effortlessly shattered his spiral sword energy, completely unhindered.

The other party wasn't dodging that strike out of helplessness, but deliberately giving him an opportunity. Their purpose was to waste his ultimate sword move right here at this moment!

What kind of judgment is this What kind of swordsmanship is this

Wei Yu gritted her teeth, turned back around, and with a flash of her sword, she cut through three flying swords, forcing them back.

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With one step onto the wall, she descended from heaven like a startled phoenix.

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This sword, brilliant and dazzling...

The sword that came flying at him from afar this day was forced back by the opponent's power!

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At the gate of Duke Yi'an's mansion, amidst the growing crowd before the mansion, all eyes beheld Wei Yu, hailed as the number one rising star of the Qin Dynasty. His various offensive sword techniques were nothing short of exquisite. He attacked relentlessly, constantly pushing forward.

But... was constantly being pushed back.

From beginning to end, he couldn't get within five steps of the opponent!

The man standing stiffly by the wall, motionless, only raising his finger accusingly at the sword, now appeared terrifying.

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It seems...that's how it is.

He whispered something inaudible to anyone in front of him.

He had been raising only his index finger, but now his middle finger was raised as well. The two fingers met, and his thumb, ring finger, and pinky finger were all curled in.

With a thrusting motion like a sword, the right hand shot forward, suddenly straightening.

He pointed his sword directly at Wei Yu!

Suddenly, a piercing scream rang out.

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Because they were too close, Weiyue could no longer tell if she had first heard the piercing shriek or seen the glimmer of cold light.

In short, when he had given his all and still had to bravely charge forward...

Here we go!

Three sounds rang out.

This was the first time he had gotten within five feet of his opponent.

However, in his hand, there was only the hilt of a sword left.

He held the bare hilt of his sword, just four steps from his opponent.

But it came to a standstill here.

These four steps can never be crossed.

Because Wei Yu's posture was too resolute, his advancing momentum was too fierce.

So he stood frozen, offering the sword hilt, a sight that was both absurd and ironic.

But no one laughed.

Even his opponent, the man who went by "Forward," didn't show any hint of mockery.

Boom!

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Perhaps the entire street was too quiet.

The sound of the three sword bodies falling to the ground was so crisp.

As if awakened at this moment, everyone saw that the famous sword in Wei Yu's hand had been directly cut off on his path as he charged forward, shattering into four pieces.

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And Wei Yu, also as if waking from a dream.

He gripped the hilt of his sword, staring ahead.

The flying sword was no longer visible to his eyes, but he asked: "What is the name of this sword"

The sharpness in his eyes has vanished.

He seemed to have turned back into that disheveled, down-on-his-luck fellow, staring with lifeless eyes, listlessly facing the world.

Only...

Only when he mentioned these four words, did his chin lift slightly, with a hint of unspoken pride.

“The dragon’s light shot through the battle.” He said.

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Wei Yu reversed the hilt of her sword, holding it in her palm, and bowed forward with a gesture: "Wei Yu is inferior in skill, I humbly yield to the victor. In the future, I will not dare call myself invincible."

There is no reason, no excuse. Winning and losing have always been such simple things.

For Yu Weiyu, he lost the glory of being the world's number one Tenglong today. He was "stripped" of his fame and his sword was cut off. This bitter fruit of failure is undoubtedly painful.

But as the victor of this battle, to a future unknown and far away goes the awareness of becoming a renowned warrior.

His face, a picture of utter dejection, did not betray even a hint of excitement.

He only said, "Farewell."

And then turning, with a gaze trailing behind him, he walked alone into the distance.

Wei Yu's words did not cause any ripples in his heart.

Perhaps for Wei Yu herself, “not claiming to be invincible” is the greatest recognition.

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But to him... Wei Yu should never have been considered invincible.

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If all those people are gone, who can be called invincible

As for the so-called "renown" of surpassing Qin's first dragon, it is nothing extraordinary.

He could have come and gone quietly. Just as he had done for most of the journey. All that mattered was winning, not the appearance of winning.

Wei Yu's own pride, which made him unwilling to leave himself an escape route.

As for him, speaking forward, from beginning to end, he was just as he said, this trip, he did not seek to damage anyone's face or take away anyone's reputation...

I only seek the sword.

Ask only of this sword.gering sound gradually fades away until it is no longer heard.A kneeling woman supported herself on her seat with both hands, bowing her head deeply.The mountains in this ink painting are farther away...