novelPurple Night Sword Sect, Ouyang Feng
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This swordsman flicked his finger, and a strand of resplendent sword Qi turned into a multicolored light before flying forward. It possessed an overwhelming sharpness, able to pierce through mountains and shatter rocks.
Xiao Chen's expression sank slightly as he turned around quickly. Holding the sheathed Lunar Shadow Saber across his chest to block, he used his body as a saber and raised his hand. It was like a treasured saber being unsheathed, willfully revealing its cutting edge.
"Bang!"
The unyielding sword Qi crashed into the saber's scabbard, giving off a crisp sound like a treasured sword shattering. The sword Qi splintered into sword lights and faded away, not hurting Xiao Chen at all.
Xiao Chen easily blocked the purple-robed swordsman's overbearing sword Qi. This scene immediately caught many people's attention.
"Hey, he actually is an expert. It really looks like he is here to cause a commotion. However, he chose the wrong person by picking the Purple Night Sword Sect's Ouyang Feng."
"Among the younger generation of the Profound Domain, Ouyang Feng is one of the youths on the Sword School Ranking with the most potential. Aside from the few disciples that the Sword Sovereign personally taught, there are not many who can defeat him."
"Young Master Feng indeed has sharp eyes. He managed to see in one glance that this white-robed bladesman harbors malicious intent, here to cause trouble at Sword Forging Peak. So he tested him to force him to reveal his true nature."
"Young Master Ouyang's sword intent already reached peak ninety percent comprehension. He is close to condensing a sword soul. Who knows, he might even get to see Master Situ and have a sword forged."
"Master Situ's rules are really strange. He forges a sword depending on the person. He says things like 'no affinity with swords, ' not even giving any face to Martial Emperors."
"However, Master Situ is someone who can forge even a Divine Weapon. He has the right not to give any face to Martial Emperors. It would take a Sovereign Martial Emperor for him to give any face."
The various discussions entered Xiao Chen's ears. He could not help but smile bitterly. The swordsmen on this Sword Forging Peak had a very deep bias against bladesmen.
Xiao Chen said calmly, "There is no need to treat me with so much hostility. I am not here to get a sword forged or cause a commotion. I only have something to ask the Master."
Ouyang Feng said sullenly, "My move already forced you to reveal yourself, yet you still dare to quibble? Do you think that all the swordsmen on this Sword Forging Peak are blind? If you don't scram today, I will force you to scram."
He stepped forward and left the queue, charging towards Xiao Chen.
Ouyang Feng's purple robes fluttered, and the sword formation under his feet enlarged, layering formations one on top of another. When one looked carefully, one would discover that this large sword formation comprised eighty-one small sword formations.
The sword formations interlinked, and eighty-one sword lights flew about within, materializing a strong sword intent that was infinitely close to a sword soul.
As for Ouyang Feng, who was in the center of the formation, overwhelming sword Qi covered his body. He directed the countless sword Qi in the formation with every step he took, like he was the king of swords.
This was the Purple Night Sword Art that the Purple Night Sword Sect was famous for, a Martial Technique created by a sword master of the Purple Night Sword Sect based on Sword Domains. It even vaguely looked like a Sword Domain.
Ouyang Feng walked over step by step, holding his sword. As he moved towards Xiao Chen, a sword wind howled, giving off an overwhelming aura.
The rear of the summit was a tall, precipitous, rocky cliff. By pushing Xiao Chen back like that, he evidently wanted to chase Xiao Chen off decisively.
Xiao Chen felt helpless. Sometimes, the more one did not want to cause trouble, the more trouble would come to one.
He retreated again and again. However, not only did the other party not recognize his concession, but he even went more overboard. Clearly, Ouyang Feng was forcing him to counterattack, slandering him with malicious intent even though Xiao Chen was hiding his strength.
If not for reviving Ao Jiao, Xiao Chen would not bother being polite with a person like Ouyang Feng.
Murderous intent flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, but he still endured. The purple Lightning Talisman in his sea of consciousness spun, and spring thunder materialized in the sky.
Flawless saber Dao, Flawless Four Seasons, Spring Saber!
With a thought, peach blossoms drifted down. The sky instantly turned pink. Seen from below, the flower petals formed a river flowing for five kilometers.
A fragrance assaulted the nose, spreading everywhere. Every single pink flower petal contained Xiao Chen's Small Perfection saber soul.
The signs of spring spilled forth, replete with life. The flowers and grass that the sword intent bent over on the peak bloomed and flourished.
In the depths of the peach flowers, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and made a grabbing motion. The thousands of peach blossoms gathered into a tree branch with seven or eight flower buds waiting to bloom.
He thrust his arm out, and the peach branch pierced through that sword intent with overwhelming killing Qi. With a loud 'bang, ' it entered Ouyang Feng's Purple Night Sword Formation.
The spring thunder resounded again, and then the flower buds on the tree branch blossomed together with the crack of thunder, proudly blooming amid the sharp sword Qi.
The eighty-one interlinked small sword formations that composed the large formation stopped revolving one after another. It was like some stronger power was suppressing them, preventing them from moving.
Ouyang Feng's expression paled. The Purple Night Sword Art circulated wildly in his body. However, the sword formation below his feet refused to revolve, suppressed by the peach flowers to the point where it could not move.
In the center of the sword formation, Ouyang Feng could not help turning sullen. He raised his leg and the arm holding his sword, planning to charge out.
"I advise you not to move. These eighty-one sword formations are already all broken. However, the backlash from them is being suppressed. Take a step, and this balance will immediately break.
"Naturally, since you are the one in the center of the formation, not only will you have to face your own Purple Night Sword Formation, but you will also have to face my Spring Saber. You will die without a complete corpse in an instant."
As the mountain wind blew, Xiao Chen held his Lunar Shadow Saber without showing any emotion on his face. As he spoke, he appeared incredibly calm.
"You bastard! Where are you even from? I am an elite disciple of the Purple Night Sword Sect. How dare you offend me on Sword Forging Peak? You must be really tired of living. Do you think that I will be frightened by your dog-fart words?!"
After Ouyang Feng found himself easily suppressed by Xiao Chen, his elegant demeanor changed altogether as he cursed roundly.
"Nephew Ouyang, don't move!"
A shout came from the middle of the peak. An old man with a sword on his back arrived in one step along with the crisp sound of a sword. His body was like a sword, and he stood erect. While the sound was still ringing, he had already arrived at the summit.
This newcomer turned out to be a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage swordsman. His glare at Xiao Chen felt like a solid sword light putting enormous pressure on Xiao Chen, trying to force him back.
However, Xiao Chen had a saber soul. His immortal will of thunder had also reached forty-percent comprehension. Although his aura was not as strong as the other party's, he would not be pushed back so easily, either.
Xiao Chen stood up straight and planted his feet firmly. He held his ground and did not move back in the slightest, glaring back at this person without any fear.
After the old man shouted, Ouyang Feng checked his surroundings. His back immediately became drenched in cold sweat; he was clearly terrified.
Xiao Chen's words were not false at all. Ouyang Feng knew full well how strong his Purple Night Sword Formation was. The peach branch that could suppress the Purple Night Sword Formation could only be even more horrifying.
With these two stacked together, the shock waves that should have blasted out formed a somewhat delicate balance due to the point where the peach branch landed.
Just thinking about the consequences when the balance broke made him tremble in fear, especially since he was in the center of the formation.
Seeing the old man rush over, Ouyang Feng viewed him as his savior. He said quickly, "Uncle Diao, kill this fellow and save me!"
Right after Ouyang Feng said that, the expressions of all the swordsmen on the peak changed drastically despite themselves. What Xiao Chen had said was unexpectedly true. With one peach branch, he had instantly broken this Purple Night Sword Formation, suppressing Ouyang Feng to the point where Ouyang Feng did not dare to move.
The attention of the cultivators who just exited from the wicket door beside the tightly shut main gates was drawn to this scene as well.
"My nephew offended you earlier. Would this little friend please remove the restriction?" the old man with the family name Diao asked as he looked at Xiao Chen, ignoring Ouyang Feng altogether.
As a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage swordsman, he had a keener perception than Ouyang Feng. With one glance, he could tell that Xiao Chen already showed mercy.
Ouyang Feng's life and death lay in Xiao Chen's grasp. Ouyang Feng could die with just a thought, yet he still called for Xiao Chen's death. He was simply seeking death for himself. How could the old man with the family name Diao listen to him?
When facing the old man with a surging sword intent like that of the ocean, Xiao Chen behaved neither obsequiously nor superciliously. He said calmly, "This Xiao's intent is not to prevail over others here. Since Senior already said something, I'll let it go."
Right after Xiao Chen spoke, the peach branch in the sword formation exploded together with the boundless sword Qi in the Purple Night Sword Formation, turning into scads of peach flowers dancing the air.
The sound of sabers and swords clashing resounded among the flower petals. The thousands of flower petals fell like rain, making Sword Forging Peak very charming.
"Die!"
With nothing binding him, Ouyang Feng instantly swung the sword in his hand. He moved along with the sword, turning into an iridescent purple light charging at Xiao Chen.
Since Xiao Chen expected this attack long ago, he did not panic. Electric rings of light appeared behind him. Thunder suddenly roared as he moved the Lunar Shadow Saber.
He knocked the insidious sword light that sneak-attacked him to the side and smoothly took a step forward. In the time it took for a spark to fly, he poked at Ouyang Feng's back with the saber scabbard.
"Dang!"
The sword formation beneath Ouyang Feng's feet shot up as he quickly turned around to block Xiao Chen's saber.
Without even drawing the saber, Xiao Chen materialized the Flawless saber Dao. He used his body as a saber, becoming one with the undrawn Lunar Shadow Saber as he gently swung it.
The Lunar Shadow Saber moved towards Ouyang Feng's face. The angle of the attack was extremely strange, forcing him to back up in a hurry.
Xiao Chen moved very casually, unconstrained in style, inside the Purple Night Sword Formation, relying on his accomplishments in the saber to suppress Ouyang Feng.
The old man with the family name Diao could no longer keep watching. He stepped forward and used his finger as a sword. A surging sword intent erupted out like endless waves, immediately knocking Xiao Chen back.
"Little friend, please stop there. There is no need to be too overbearing."
Xiao Chen stepped back, muttering to himself. The old man was rather unfair with his words, making him feel very uncomfortable. However, if the situation could be downplayed, that was fine as well.
"Bastard! After hitting me, you still want to leave? Scram back to where you came from!"
Another resounding sword hum appeared. Xiao Chen had just turned around when Ouyang Feng charged out from behind the old man, soaring into the air. Eighty-one sword formations appeared in midair around him, creating an extremely powerful and vast sword formation.
When Xiao Chen looked up, purple sword lights covered the sky, radiating puissance.
Ouyang Feng seemed very dazzling in the sword formation. The sword intent in his body soared endlessly as he hacked down at Xiao Chen with his sword.
Xiao Chen kept his Spiritual Sense extended into his surroundings at every moment. He could even sense the minute movements of grass when the wind blew the moment it happened. Thus, when Ouyang Feng made another move, Xiao Chen reacted extremely quickly.
Peach blossoms bloomed, the summer sun rose, the autumn wind blew, and the winter snow fell. With the Flawless Four Seasons, all sorts of scenes flashed around Xiao Chen, cycling without end.
Xiao Chen stood in the midst of these scenes, unmoving like a mountain. Without even drawing the saber, he swung his saber to meet the sword strike.
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