Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1261: That Little Something

Ye Fengsheng naturally heard the conversation below, which is why he didn't continue to explode the golden lotus, but stayed in the sky, quietly waiting for Lu Mingxuan to stand in front of him.

"Confidence to surpass me?"

Ye Fengsheng asked.

"You cannot defeat it, but you can defeat it."

After two similar words, Lu Mingxuan's wrist shook, and the Qingshuang Sword descended from the sky.

Ye Fengsheng said, "Your words are quite grand, but coming from your mouth, they're missing something."

Lu Mingxuan asked, "What's the difference?"

"Poor fish have passed such a small realm!"

Ye Fengsheng sneered, as the red dagger rushed into the sky, accompanied by a fireworks-like golden lotus falling.

Lu Mingxuan picked up the treasured sword and blocked it again, the released Blue Frost Green Frost Sword very simply and lightly touched Ye Fengsheng's sword, emitting a crisp blade sound with a chop, creating a ripple.

The two did not gather their spiritual energy, their faces tied together, different from fists, holding the swords they went back and forth, using ultimate moves, with slight carelessness they could fall, narrowly avoiding the key, fearing they might lose an arm or a body part with a bloody hole.

In the sound of clash, after Lu Mingxuan probed back and forth three times, the green momentarily touched the red short hair, causing a slight tremor, a visible ripple from where Ye Fengsheng was caught off guard. At the crossing point of their swords, the right hand holding a sword shook, feeling the majesty of the earthquake, after the Great Depression.

As the rudiment of a sword, it has now grown into Lu Mingxuan's most excellent sword, more exquisite in technique than Ye Fengsheng, responding to Ye Fengsheng's gaps, then swinging the sword so that one sword reached three hundred, after that moment, full of sword light, rushing towards Ye Fengsheng like essence.

Ye Fengsheng also wielded the West Sword, but didn't understand the sword, all his Black Swords from ancient times compared to using spiritual energy cover, retrieved many lives than using fists. Now truly encountering a finely carved sword play, inevitably feeling a bit like "teaching fish to swim", although haven't fallen into any disadvantage after several rounds, yet constantly stuck by Lu Mingxuan's reality.

That feeling, as if he already saw through what move the next General would use, that Qingshuang Sword he abandoned always appeared before their blade at the most critical time, disrupting all their attacks.

Very uncomfortable!

Shaking the right arm drooping from the knife, after seeing three hundred blades not long after, Ye Fengsheng cleanly released the dagger, letting it fly towards the distance without regard, eyes suddenly lifted, body erupted with spiritual energy, a golden transparent palm appeared before him, blocking more than three hundred swords.

Front defense, exposing vulnerabilities behind, that indelible sword chill or frost chill seeping from behind, not knowing when Lu Mingxuan's expressionless face appeared, swinging the sword.

If it were true, this Kunlun County never used any flowery sword style, ultimately it was however enthusiastic-style competitive words, yet through direct combat forced Ye Fengsheng out of some confusion, now seeing the opportunity to raise the sword, wanting to take something from Ye Fengsheng.

Ye Fengsheng cleaning jumped into sight, fingers lightly tapping, calculating slightly, his lithe body slightly rotated left by half an inch, the Qingshuang Sword leaped from the left shoulder, the cold swordsman suddenly allowed the living body to suffer a jolt of pain, punching the fist towards Lu Mingxuan's chest, generating instant explosive force.

The punch to the chest split into two sequences, Lu Mingxuan couldn't be careless, realizing second wave of strength will arrive soon.

Lu Mingxuan gave Ye Fengsheng a side glance, no answer.

After a moment, slowly straightening, eyes flashed with determination, opened them, pressed closely step by step, loosened the Qingshuang naturally, without dropping, but in a special spin, hovering aside, drawing a shocking frosty blue trace, from afar, felt a piercing chill.

Some disgraceful large robes shook intensely, shaking as if a boundless force was pouring out from inside, constantly stretching, endlessly gushing out.

As a Kunlun person, wielding sword naturally, although not striking from miles away, but now in such circumstance, a Flying Sword enough to overcome disadvantage. As the invisible opportunity lured in the palm, the Green Frost Sword slowly skimmed past Lu Mingxuan, densely gathered sword shadows unfurled like a fan, revealing silent intents between them.

Ye Fengsheng did not move, instead seriously watching Lu Mingxuan opposite, said, "I promised to fish you thoroughly, leaving you for life, also don't want to waste your cultivation, if you're determined, after entering Yellow River explain greatly."

Lu Mingxuan's eyes grew compared to before, the cut-down silhouette by the Qingshuang Sword also showed trembling.

Tip of the blade pointing far at Ye Fengsheng, the Qingshuang Sword emitted a unique cool hum. Before the sound spread, the blade suddenly stabbed forward once, leaving a blue frost trace in the sky, appearing three inches before Ye Fengsheng's forehead.

Only three inches!

The hilt in Lu Mingxuan's hand capable of cutting sun, moon, star, the Green Frost Sword now embedded tightly in the three-inch gap of Ye Fengsheng's forehead, the frost on it sufficient to make summer sun fear, frosting would condense in surrounding air form cracked frost traces, yet continue how they may, only staying at this position.

Covered in thin frost, sword body from initial imperceptible tremor to now visible to naked eye shaking, even a dry person beneath could grasp the fatigue of the Green Frost Sword body.

Pure spirit exhausted doesn't equal Lu Mingxuan exhausted?

Ye Fengsheng stood still, the Qingshuang Sword's tip ceaselessly surged, at this moment originally unseeable transparent air actually appeared breaking cracks, Lu Mingxuan used all his strength, the not moving three-inch point finally revealed a flaw.

A dam breaking caused by a misplaced nest, this mistake misplaced a thousand miles, this point is the key to victory!

The quivering on Green Frost Sword gradually calmed, Lu Mingxuan stared directly at Ye Fengsheng, both hands opened and closed at the chest rapidly forming complex hand signs, an eye-catching Pure Spiritual Energy overflowed from the palm, poured into Green Frost Sword.

Ye Fengsheng slightly raised his eyebrows, gently rotated the pale palm.

Lu Mingxuan chest rapidly pushed open creating various imprints, a chilly mountain swept over the Qingshuang, surrounding a layer was blue tint fractured air, scattered all over, three points on the Qingshuang Sword's back, further behind, the tip, more than ever only intending to pierce a light unbroken dart!

Almost simultaneously, Ye Fengsheng's white palm slightly raised, a red dagger bursting under sunlight, still flaming, like a meteor broke through the sky, left scorched trace overhead.

Below, middle-aged Taoist Gu Jing finally showed expressionless face, furrowing the brows, glanced up at the red short sword above, lowering wide sleeve robe surging spiritual energy.

Kakane seemed on watch, steps forward, crazed ferociousness encircling him, ground cracked beneath feet.

Four Kunlun Elders heard the movement, already rapidly revolving around spiritual energy body, ready to move.

Being Kunlun People, Lu Lu naturally discovered the flash of the sword arrival first over everyone else, or, while spinning in the palm, already clearly feeling the meaning behind sword held there, but without fear, still launched an offensive belonging to Ye Ye.

Life is sword embryo, this life is for the sword, nobody in the world understands the sword better than him, hence hundred percent sure to pierce behind the sword strand into his heart, before Green Frost Sword goes through Ye Fengsheng's head. At that time, although a sword without expert hand remains, even residual attack, hard to injure him!

Say next meeting shall take your life hence must take your head today!

White fingertips slightly danced, Ye Fengsheng did not watch the blade bit by bit across the front fence's knife.