Immortality begins with the Swordsman.

Chapter 53 Ouyang's Fate

"Uncle Ye, take it easy."

Gu Changfeng sighed with a bitter expression and had no choice but to obey orders.

The two clashed again, their swords flashing and a chilling aura swirling around them.

They dismantled dozens more moves.

Gu Changfeng's brilliant countermeasures were completely ineffective against Ye Qingge. She simply changed her moves slightly, and her swordsmanship, which had been countered, was able to turn the tide of battle.

Chi Chi Chi!

Gu Changfeng's robes were quickly torn to shreds, leaving him in a sorry state.

He said helplessly, "That's enough."

Ye Qingge chuckled softly, sheathed her sword, then turned around, her gaze sweeping over the Sword Sect members, her tone calm yet each word clear:

"Do you understand? Techniques are static, but people are dynamic. What use is even the most exquisite static technique if you don't know how to adapt to it, when faced with a dynamic one?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a stone thrown into everyone's hearts, stirring up ripples.

The disciples of the Sword Sect, as well as elders such as Qian Shiyi and Sun Jishan, seemed to awaken from a dream and nodded repeatedly.

"Thank you for your guidance, Junior Sister Ye."

"We were momentarily lost and doubted the worthlessness of our sect's swordsmanship; we are truly ashamed."

"Today, I have learned the true principles of swordsmanship; I will certainly take them as a guide in the future..."

On the Sword Sect's side, the previously gloomy atmosphere gradually warmed up. Many disciples bowed respectfully, their expressions solemn, and their eyes rekindled their enthusiasm and awe for the Huashan Sword Technique.

Ye Qingge nodded in satisfaction, a hint of relief in her eyes.

Just as she was about to turn and leave the stage, Gu Changfeng whispered softly behind her, "Remember to pay for my clothes."

Ye Qingge couldn't help but smile, turned around and took a few steps closer, then put her arm around him, turned towards Cai Ling Shuang, and whispered in his ear, "I'll give you a wife instead, do you want one?"

……

……

As the saying goes: one act ends, another begins.

Just as Ye Qingge stepped off the stage, a red figure flew like a firework to Gu Changfeng's front.

"Uncle Su, what are you doing here? We're all in this together..."

Gu Changfeng looked helpless.

Su Qingxue, sword in hand, glanced at him sideways: "Enough nonsense. Didn't you see how you've made all the disciples of our Qi Sect question their very existence?"

Although the Sword and Qi sects have different doctrines, they both practice the Huashan Sword Technique.

now.

Gu Changfeng used a long sword to break through all the Huashan sword techniques.

This almost caused everyone's beliefs to collapse.

Ye Qingge's guidance on "using living techniques to overcome deadly ones" enlightened the Sword Sect disciples and rekindled their confidence, but the Qi Sect disciples... were still struggling in confusion and self-doubt.

Therefore, Su Qingxue had no choice but to go on stage.

"Take this!"

Without saying anything more, Su Qingxue flicked her longsword and unleashed a move called "Welcoming Guests from the Pine Tree" without warning. However, the move she used looked quite simple and unadorned.

"Sigh, I'm so tired!"

Gu Changfeng's lips twitched slightly, and he sighed. He saw through her intention at a glance, immediately went to meet her, and once again used the same method to break the spell.

when--!

The two swords clashed.

The Zixiao Sword in Gu Changfeng's hand was knocked out of his hand by a powerful internal force!

"What use are the most exquisite techniques if one's internal energy is strong enough?"

Su Qingxue's voice was clear and crisp. She then lunged forward and unleashed another move, "The Phoenix Arrives."

Clang!

The result was always the same: Gu Changfeng was in a terrible state, spending most of his time picking up his sword.

Su Qingxue sheathed her sword, turned to the disciples of the Qi Sect, and asked loudly, "Did you understand?"

The Qi Sect disciples shouted in unison, "We understand! Thank you for your guidance, Uncle Su! We will definitely cultivate our internal energy diligently in the future."

After Ye Qingge and Su Qingxue's commotion.

The disciples of the Sword and Qi sects, having shaken off the gloom, regained their confidence, their eyes became firm, and their fighting spirit soared.

……

Su Qingxue also left the stage.

Gu Changfeng was left standing alone in the arena.

On the Sword Sect's side, only Cai Qingyan and Ouyang Qingzhao remain, yet to leave the arena...

"Looks like it's my turn."

Ouyang Qingzhao stood up, her expression calm, and slowly walked into the arena.

The Sword Sect disciples immediately erupted in applause, shouting for Ouyang Qingzhao to vent their anger and teach Gu Changfeng a lesson.

Gu Changfeng, however, showed no sign of tension; instead, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After that incident, the atmosphere between the two factions was not as tense as expected, and there was no sign of a fight breaking out.

He felt a surge of relief, then pointed at the Sword Sect disciples opposite him and angrily shouted, "You ungrateful bunch! Just a few days ago I was digging this pit with you all, and you've already forgotten the bond we shared? How heartless of you!"

"Keep these things separate, don't mix them up..."

"Uncle-Master Ouyang, teach him a good lesson."

"Yes, hit him in the face. I've disliked his face for a long time."

The disciples of the Sword Sect spoke one after another, their voices rising and falling, displaying a strong sense of shared hatred for the enemy.

Ouyang Qingzhao smiled slightly and said to Gu Changfeng, "Come on! Let me see your true strength."

The entire room fell silent.

Just when everyone thought Gu Changfeng would use the same method to break the spell, he unexpectedly held his sword horizontally in front of his chest, took a deep breath, and his face was instantly filled with purple aura, his aura suddenly surging...

Gu Changfeng's eyes turned cold, and his figure suddenly swayed, like a swift wind and a shadow, instantly leaving several afterimages in everyone's sight!

brush--!

He thrust out his sword, his strength, speed, and agility all reaching their peak. The sword light flashed like lightning, slicing through the sky and pointing directly at Ouyang Qingzhao.

This moment.

Apart from Zixiao Daoist and Cai Qingyan, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Qian Shiyi's face darkened: "This sword... I can't withstand it."

Sun Jishan gasped, "This is Changfeng's true strength?!"

Their sword moves had just been broken, and although they were defeated, they still felt a bit resentful. But now, after witnessing this sword strike, they were finally convinced and had no more complaints.

Ouyang Qingzhao's expression hardened slightly. He immediately took half a step back and lightly flicked his longsword, deflecting the attack as if it were a gentle spring breeze.

Gu Changfeng had witnessed Ouyang Qingzhao's swordsmanship outside Chang'an City and knew its power well, so he attacked with all his might from the start.

But when the sword fell, it felt like it had pierced a deep pool, leaving a sense of powerlessness and emptiness.

He frowned slightly, pushing the "Nine Spiral Shadows" technique to its limit. His figure moved with ghostly speed, circling around Ouyang Qingzhao. He wielded the "Cave Sword" like a storm, each strike swift and unpredictable, leaving the onlookers breathless.

"Is this the Huashan Sword Technique?" Everyone present was shocked, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Cai Qingyan chuckled and shook his head: "Now that's good, Ouyang is probably going to break a sweat."

Ye Qingge smiled and said softly, "This brat really is 'the student surpasses the master.' It seems I really need to give him an extra chair next time."

opposite.

Chu Qingkuang stared at Gu Changfeng in the arena, recalling his sparring session with him three months ago, and couldn't help but curse, "That brat, he's been hiding his true strength for a long time..."

Lin Qingxuan stroked his beard and laughed leisurely, saying, "Hahaha, at this rate, in another year or two, even we old bones probably won't be a match for him."

Su Qingxue smiled smugly and said, "Luckily, I had the foresight to take advantage of the opportunity to beat him up a few times before his martial arts skills were fully developed. It felt good!"

Li Qingping was two years younger than Zixiao Daoist and had a short goatee. He was a strict man, meticulous in his words and deeds, but at this moment, he was so surprised that he broke off a piece of his beard.

"No way! I've only been gone for half a year, and this brat is already this exaggerated? No way, Lao Yue, where did you pick him up? I want to go pick one up too."

Master Zixiao smiled smugly: "It's all about timing and fate!"