In the battle at the Divine Sword Villa, the story of both Pei Qing and Xie Xiaofeng's breakthrough quickly spread across the country, especially when Pei Qing's last sword came out of his body, shocking the world.
This incident caused a huge sensation. Many martial arts seniors were shocked that Pei Qing had realized such a realm. Such talent was already beyond the reach of people in the world. They even speculated that Pei Qing had a chance to reach the legendary realm. , reach the top.
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The river is big and the waves are turbulent.
A young man in white clothes is walking on the waves with a sword in his back. He has an elegant figure, a faint sword light lingering around him, his long hair is flowing freely, and his handsome features exude a cold aura. His eyes are extremely sharp, and he seems to be able to penetrate falsehoods. This The man in white is clearly Pei Qing.
"I dare to ask, but he is the eighth master of swordsmanship in the world?"
A strange voice sounded, and a young man in blue shirt Yu Shui chased him at a very fast speed. In an instant, he was in front of Pei Qing. He was slender, fair-skinned, with a bit of indifference between his brows, red lips, and an upright body. Standing like a javelin on the river, with wisps of water vapor being forced back, he was like a sword, extremely sharp.
Pei Qing didn't say anything, and stared at the young man calmly. He could feel that the young man in front of him was not an ordinary person, and there was a strong sword energy flowing through him.
"Who are you?" Pei Qing spoke slowly, his voice slightly deep.
"You can call me Ah Fei." Ah Fei uttered a faint voice. He looked up at Pei Qing, his eyes were deep and boundless, with a hint of scorn, as if the Pei Qing standing in front of him was an ordinary person, not an elite. Strong.
Pei Qing asked: "Do you want to compete with me in sword competition?"
A Fei said in a calm tone: "I heard that every sword master is very powerful. A single sword attack can split mountains and break mountains. I came here because of your fame and hope you can teach me."
Pei Qingxiao asked: "Do you know how many layers the sword has?"
"Huh?" A Fei raised his eyebrows and said, "Does the sword need to be divided into several layers?"
"When you understand how many layers there are in the sword, come to me again." Pei Qing shook his head and said calmly: "If I hold out the sword, you will die."
A Fei said stubbornly: "What if I insist on asking for the sword?"
"Meeting is fate. Not long ago, an old senior showed me his talent, which awakened me from my arrogance at the time."
"I will give you a sword today."
"Look carefully, I will only use one sword."
A bright smile appeared on the corner of Pei Qing's mouth. His smile was warm and sunny, making people feel as if they were bathing in sunshine and felt comfortable all over.
"Only one sword?" A Fei frowned slightly. His eyes were unpredictable and he didn't understand the meaning of Pei Qing's words.
"One sword is enough." Pei Qing said with a smile. He tapped the river with his finger, and a water sword roared out. In an instant, huge waves arose on the river, water splashed to the west, and rushed towards Ah Fei, like a thousand troops. It is as vast as thousands of horses, and its momentum is terrifying.
A Fei's face suddenly froze, and his heart twitched violently. He wanted to avoid it, but found that he could not move at all, as if he was imprisoned by some strange rules.
"How is it possible..." A Fei was trembling in his heart. What kind of swordsmanship is this?
Seeing the water sword falling with boundless power, A Fei's eyes suddenly shrank. He kept recalling the sword techniques he had learned all his life in his mind, trying to find flaws. However, he found that there was no flaw in this sword. He There is no way to break it at all, the only thing that can be done is to resist.
"Buzz!"
Water splashes to the west.
When the water spray dispersed, Ah Fei was still standing on the spot. He found that he was not injured, and he didn't even feel pain. He froze in place, his eyes were dull, and his heart was filled with waves.
He wasn't injured?
What happened just now? How could Pei Qing's inescapable sword not cause any harm?
"Is this your sword?" Ah Fei looked up at Pei Qing and asked, with a bit of dissatisfaction on his face. He thought that Pei Qing's sword was too casual and did not take him to heart at all.
"Look back." Pei Qing said with a chuckle.
"Look back?" A Fei's eyes were stunned. When he turned around, his eyes were wide open with an expression of disbelief.
The river behind him was cut off and cut into two sections. A sword mark several meters wide spread out from the river. It was bottomless, like a ravine, which was shocking.
A Fei's body trembled slightly. What kind of sword could he use to cut off the river with one sword? The sword mark was so terrifying.
"How did you do that?" A Fei turned around to look for Pei Qing, but found that Pei Qing had disappeared.
His heart was beating violently and he could not calm down for a long time. The scene just now was too shocking. He had never encountered it in his life. He couldn't believe that there was such a powerful swordsmanship in this world.
"He is really strong." Ah Fei murmured. Although he did not see clearly how the sword was used, he was certain that the sword just now far surpassed ordinary martial arts masters, even his father Maybe not to that extent.
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Yangzhou.
Biluo Tavern.
There were not many guests in the restaurant at the moment. There were only a few tables sitting here and there, all talking about some issues about Pei Qing.
There were several young men and women by the window of the restaurant. One of them, a handsome young man, took a sip from his wine glass and asked the person next to him: "Whose sword will Pei Qing ask for next?"
One person said: "The tenth, ninth, and eighth swordsmen in the world have all lost. Now I should be the seventh in the world."
"The seventh in the world? Why don't I have any impression at all?" The handsome young man showed a surprised look and continued to ask: "Who is the seventh in the world?"
The pretty girl blinked and said with a sweet smile: "Xie Xuan, Confucian Sword Immortal."
"Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan?" The other people were stunned, and then a strange look flashed in their eyes, and they said: "I almost forgot that there is such a person. Can he beat Pei Qing? How do I feel that in this world, he The Seventh Swordsman is very impressive.”
After saying this, everyone looked thoughtful. Suddenly someone said: "I remember this person. He doesn't like to fight and kill. He rarely appears in the world. Therefore, many people have not paid attention to him."
Someone speculated: "In this case, Pei Qing should jump over him, right? Is that Li Hanyi who is sixth?"
The pretty girl asked unconvinced: "What if he is ranked fifth in swordsmanship in the world?"
Another person heard this and sarcastically said: "What a joke. The fifth and sixth place are a natural chasm. Li Hanyi's ability to reach sixth place is the biggest advantage."
When the handsome young man heard these remarks, his eyes flashed with brilliance. He looked at the crowd around him with a smile and said loudly: "Li Hanyi will not be too weak if he is sixth. What if Pei Qing skips seventh and asks the sword Li Hanyi?"
Someone couldn't help but nodded after hearing this and agreed: "This Li Hanyi is the only female swordsman among the top ten swordsman masters, and she is also ranked sixth. It is really not easy."
“That’s a lot of moisture, too.”
“......”
There were quarrels in the restaurant, everyone expressing their opinions.
At this time, a figure walked in from outside the tavern. It was Pei Qing. He looked around and finally landed on the empty table at the back. He walked forward and sat down at the table.
"Sir, what do you need?" the waiter asked attentively.
Pei Qing said: "A pot of wine and a plate of side dishes."
"Sir, please wait a moment."
The waiter turned and left.
After a while, a pot of wine and a plate of side dishes were served. The aroma of the wine floated in the air, making people happy. Pei Qing picked up the wine pot and poured a glass of wine, drank it all, and then poured himself another glass. .
He looked at the street scene and seemed to fall into silence without saying a word.
He is waiting for someone.
Wait for someone to fight with him.
After a while, a figure walked slowly towards the end of the street. He was dressed in Confucian robes, with a handsome face, as rich as jade, and a free and unrestrained manner. His whole person revealed some innate Confucianism, as if he was born to be a scholar. .
