Shennong Dao Master-Chapter 1202 - 18: The Fruits of Two and a Half Years of Cultivation, the First Challenger to Break Through!
The cold winds howl, and the sea waves surge.
On the crest of the distant waves stands a Sword Cultivator, dressed in a white robe, standing as tall and straight as a pine tree.
On the iceberg, a burly Martial Artist with muscles as hard as steel—Chunyu Yan, raised his head, staring at the waves.
Amidst the sound of the waves, a cold voice echoed.
"Yi Feng of the Qingyang Sword Sect, seeks guidance from Marquis Tian Wu."
Yi Feng’s long hair flutters in the wind, his eyes revealing a sharp brilliance, tightly gripping a treasure sword that glistens with cold light, and the mysterious patterns on the sword resonate with the waves.
Domain condenses between the three-foot blade, Sword Qi is the domain.
"Late Fate Palace, Domain Stage Six, dares to challenge." Marquis Tian Wu, Chunyu Yan, rises from his kneeling position. "How do you compare to Xiao Jian of the Sky Sword Sect, who was defeated by me?"
Yi Feng laughs loudly: "I regard Xiao Jian as nothing more than a chicken or dog!"
Chunyu Yan responds coolly: "Your tone is not small."
He leaps off the glacier, like a meteor descending onto the sea surface.
The tumultuous waves were suddenly suppressed, becoming calm and flat, as if transformed into level ground.
Chunyu Yan walks forward with steady steps, his fists tightly clenched, with a faint shimmering light, each step causing the sea surface to tremble slightly.
Their gazes meet, and the air seems to be filled with a tense atmosphere.
Chunyu Yan walks faster and soon starts running, as he runs on the sea surface, the mountain of waves ahead appears to collapse like an avalanche, continuously descending.
Yi Feng’s eyes flicker, and he gently waves the treasure sword in his hand, leaving the crest of the wave, his sharp Sword Qi spans a thousand meters, instantly stabbing at the throat of Marquis Tian Wu.
"Clang!" The sword tip ultimately falls on the chest of Marquis Tian Wu, the treasure sword emits a sound of metal clashing, and bends abruptly.
A Divine Sword of treasure-grade cannot penetrate the body of Marquis Tian Wu, dressed only in cloth.
"Swish, swish!"
"Hiss, hiss!"
Yi Feng strikes from a thousand meters away, yet the sword tip appears before Marquis Tian Wu, as if an invisible person is wielding the sword, engaging in close combat with Chunyu Yan.
After stabbing over a dozen times, the best strike only slightly slows down the running speed of Marquis Tian Wu.
"A perfected combat body Qi Sect indeed lives up to its name."
Yi Feng immediately switches swords, drawing a second sword from his belt, as if pulling out a sun.
"The Green Sun Sword?" Chunyu Yan’s eyes narrow slightly, stopping in his tracks.
The Green Sun Sword is top-grade treasure, much stronger than the previous sword.
Seeing Chunyu Yan stop, Yi Feng gains more confidence.
Marquis Tian Wu has guarded this Sea Eye for a month, with eighteen sect experts defeated by his hand.
And only by defeating Chunyu Yan can one earn the qualification to explore.
"Soul Destruction Style!"
Yi Feng swings the treasure sword again, the sword tip traces a mysterious trajectory and suddenly appears three meters from Chunyu Yan.
Like a blazing sun descending, crashing towards Chunyu Yan.
"Boom!"
Chunyu Yan blocks with his right hand, shifting several meters sideways, his calf submerged in the seawater, yet he still blocks the strike.
"Such a strong combat body, perhaps reaching a state where the soul and body are one, with the physical body and soul completely fused, embodying an indestructible rule."
For a Martial Artist with a powerful body, the Life Soul is usually a weak point; Yi Feng uses the Soul Destruction Sword to target Chunyu Yan’s Life Soul, but under the Heavenly Eye, the Life Soul of the opponent is completely hidden.
Which means it’s difficult to shake.
Otherwise, under normal circumstances, this sword would reveal the opponent’s Life Soul wavering within the body.
"With such strong power, yet only a Marquis, it seems he rarely handles military and political affairs, focusing instead on cultivation." Yi Feng muses.
Some strong individuals are not adept at handling political affairs, but their individual strength is considerable. Their official position does not necessarily reflect their strength.
"Boom!"
Chunyu Yan’s figure charges towards Yi Feng like lightning, his right fist striking out fiercely, a powerful punch force assaults Yi Feng like a cannonball. The space through which the punch travels is compressed to the point of emitting explosive sounds.
Yi Feng’s eyes focus, gently waving the treasure sword in his hand, a sharp Sword Qi shoots out, clashing with the punch force mid-air.
"Boom" with a thunderous sound, a strong wave of energy spreads to the surroundings, and the surrounding ice cliffs shatter instantly.
Chunyu Yan shows no fear, punching again, a series of punch shadows bombard Yi Feng like a violent storm.
Yi Feng moves with agility, continuously waving the Green Sun Sword in his hand, weaving a dense web of Sword Qi to block each punch shadow.
He keeps a certain distance from Marquis Tian Wu, though this distance gradually closes in the battle.
The key to a duel between a Sword Cultivator and a Qi Sect is distance.
The Qi Blood Domain of a Qi Sect is very small, with a maximum range of no more than ten meters.
And once affected by Marquis Tian Wu’s Qi Blood Domain, Yi Feng will undoubtedly be defeated if at close range.
The battle grows increasingly fierce, Chunyu Yan’s fist technique is formidable, each punch carrying immense power, a small body exploding with enough Might to shatter a hundred-meter ice layer.
Yi Feng’s Green Sun Sword Technique is exquisite, the sword momentum flows like clouds and water, sometimes sharp like lightning, sometimes graceful like a gentle breeze.
Always maintaining a safe distance.
At a five-hundred-meter range—
"Mountain Fist!" Chunyu Yan roars, gathering all his strength in his right fist, and a massive punch shadow crashes towards Yi Feng like a small mountain.
"You’re not a Qi Sect—" Li Yunfei observes, a flash of horror in his eyes.
He wields the Sun Sword in a densely covered manner.
"Sunshine Xuanhuang!"
A dazzling Sword Light shoots up to the sky.
"Break it for me!"
Yi Feng shouts loudly, the dazzling Sword Light slashing towards the punch shadow like a bolt of lightning. "Boom!"
