The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 398 The notorious Duan Yanqing, what a skillful One-Finger Divine Skill!

Yun Zhonghe, with his extraordinary "Crane Wing" technique, roamed the world and was virtually invincible.

However, today, he encountered Xu Xingchen, whose lightness skill was equally unparalleled, and immediately faced the greatest calamity of his life.

First, block its escape and dodging space with stones, disrupting its flight trajectory and balance, then punch it to the ground, where it sinks deep into the mud.

Immediately afterwards, he mercilessly shot out three pebbles, intending to take his life.

Yun Zhonghe's internal energy was in disarray, and he felt a dull pain in his internal organs. He was unable to move for the time being and could only watch helplessly as three pebbles shot toward his head.

In his entire life, he had never felt time pass so slowly.

exactly at this time
Phew~~~!

With a soft whooshing sound, a slender beam of light flashed and disappeared in the air.

The speed was so fast that it was like lightning and a phantom.

Three pebbles, only three feet away from Yun Zhonghe's forehead, exploded into three handfuls of powder, scattering all over Yun Zhonghe's head and face.

Ignoring the stinging and tearing pain in his eyes from the powder, Yun Zhonghe cried out excitedly, "Boss! Save me!"

Xu Xingchen turned her head in surprise to look in the direction from which the thin beam of light came, and saw a figure in a blue robe rapidly approaching.

The newcomer wore a wide blue robe, his feet did not touch the ground, but he relied on two thin iron staffs in his hands to support himself and walk.

Even so, the person who came was still incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, they appeared from the forest onto the grassland in front of them.

His face was pitch black and covered with numerous knife scars.

Numerous scars ran across his eyes, nose, and cheeks, completely destroying his facial muscles and making him look like a zombie, expressionless.

His chin was covered with a beard that reached his chest; each hair was thick, stiff, and black, like a steel needle.
His appearance was extremely bizarre, his face stiff as a dead man's, and the only striking feature of his body was his eyes, which never blinked and were piercingly bright.

No matter who he was looking at, it seemed as if his eyes were radiating sharp sword light.

This man is none other than the leader of the Four Evils, a man whose evil deeds are beyond measure: Duan Yanqing!
clatter! clatter!
Supported by two slender iron rods, he reached the vicinity of the pit and landed on the grass opposite.

His eyes were fixed on Xu Xingchen on the other side of the pit. His mouth remained still, but his belly bulged slightly, and a rough, hoarse voice came out: "Kid, you have some nerve!"

He was being chased and severely injured. After his facial muscles were cut and stiffened, he lost the ability to speak. Even when eating, he had to use his hands to open his mouth, stuff the food in, and use his internal force to squeeze his throat and swallow it.

Later, he practiced ventriloquism diligently so that he could speak and communicate normally with people!

The hardships he endured during that time were unimaginable to outsiders.

The ferocious-looking Third Brother Yue, the Crocodile God of the South China Sea, landed beside Duan Yanqing and shouted, "Boss, you've finally arrived! Be careful!"

"This young man surnamed Xu is quite strange. He's so young, yet his martial arts skills are frighteningly high."

"Not only did he defeat me with ease, but even Third Brother, Second Aunt, and Fourth Brother were no match for him."

"Now, of the four villains, only you, Boss, haven't been defeated by him yet."

"Boss, you have to avenge us!"

Duan Yanqing tilted his head slightly, glanced at Yue Laosan, and said in a rough, hoarse voice, "Shut up!"

The usually defiant and unyielding Third Brother Yue, the Crocodile God of the South China Sea, immediately shut his mouth obediently.

Clearly, he held this boss in awe!

On the other side of the pit.
Xu Xingchen laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to come too! I thought I wouldn't see you this time, Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Evils, whose crimes are beyond measure."

Duan Yanqing scrutinized the young man opposite him, muttering to himself, "It seems you know a great deal about us Four Evils; and you even dared to attack the Second, Third, and Fourth Brothers. Your martial arts skills must be quite impressive. May I ask your esteemed name and where you are from?"

Xu Xingchen straightened his expression, cupped his hands, and said, "My surname is Xu, and my given name is Xingchen. I live in Xiaoyao Manor outside Suzhou City. Of course, Xiaoyao Manor is not yet built, so we'll have to wait a while."

Yan Qing's early life was tragic, and his later life was filled with murder; but he was ultimately a martial arts master, and Xu Xingchen should respect him.

A hint of doubt flashed in Duan Yanqing's eyes as he muttered to himself, "Xiaoyao Manor? What connection do you have with the legendary Xiaoyao Sect?"

"Ha, finally someone in the martial arts world who knows about the Free and Unfettered Sect has appeared." Xu Xingchen laughed happily: "My Free and Unfettered Manor does indeed have some connection with the legendary Free and Unfettered Sect, but I do not belong to the Free and Unfettered Sect."

Upon hearing the young man's words, a hint of apprehension flashed in Duan Yanqing's eyes.

The young man's last sentence, "There is a connection, but he does not belong to the Free and Unfettered School," was automatically filtered out.

Therefore, it was concluded that Xu Xingchen was the successor of the Xiaoyao Sect!

Duan Yanqing continued speaking in ventriloquism: "You people of the Free and Unfettered Sect are always shrouded in mystery, known only by name but never by sight in the mortal world; do you have any enmity or grudge against the Four Evils?"

Xu Xingchen shook his head and said, "There has never been any enmity or resentment between us!"

Duan Yanqing sneered in his mind, "So, you want to play the hero? Use the head of one of my Four Evils to become famous throughout the world?" Xu Xingchen calmly replied, "Playing the hero is just something I do on a whim, and becoming famous throughout the world is not a bad thing."

At this moment, Yun Zhonghe at the bottom of the pit finally regulated his internal energy, and with a flash, he leaped out and landed behind Duan Yanqing.

He said to Duan Yanqing with lingering fear, "Boss, luckily you arrived in time, otherwise, this kid would have smashed my head and killed me."

Xu Xingchen glanced at Yun Zhonghe and said with a sneer, "I said, if you're going to die here today, you have to die here. It won't matter who comes."

Yun Zhonghe's expression changed, and he glared fiercely at Xu Xingchen, gritting his teeth as he said, "Boy, don't be so arrogant; with my boss here, how could you possibly kill me? Besides, all four of us villains are now gathered; you alone..."

"Hmph, whether he can even save his life is another matter entirely, yet he dares to spout such nonsense, he's courting death."

Ignoring Yun Zhonghe's clamor, Xu Xingchen turned his gaze back to Duan Yanqing and calmly asked, "Senior Duan, what do you think?"

"Hmph hmph hmph." Duan Yanqing sneered with a hoarse ventriloquism: "Boy, even if you have connections with the legendary Xiaoyao Sect, I am not afraid; now that you want to be an enemy of the Four Evils, I want to see what skills you have that make you dare to talk such big words?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Yanqing's figure flashed through the pit and appeared in front of Xu Xingchen.

A flash of cold light appeared in the air.

But a thin iron staff came hurtling towards him like lightning!
Both the movement and the thrust were incredibly fast, so fast that ordinary martial artists would have no chance to defend against them.

But Xu Xingchen simply moved his feet and dodged the attack; at the same time, his arm had already risen into the air, and he flicked his finger against the thin iron staff.

when!
A sound as resounding as a great bell suddenly echoed outwards.

This demonstrates just how breathtaking the power unleashed in this collision between the two was.

The thin iron staff only slightly deflected before quickly bending and nimbly thrusting towards Xu Xingchen's ribs.

Xu Xingchen continued to misstep, dodging the attack of the thin iron staff once again.

In the time that follows.
The slender iron staff, like a sword with unparalleled sharpness, launched a relentless, tidal wave of attacks.

"Sword light".
Sometimes it is bold and unrestrained, sweeping and invincible.
Sometimes complex and varied, ingenious and difficult to describe
Sometimes gentle as water, flowing freely
Sometimes as nimble as the wind, flashing swiftly
Duan Yanqing's swordsmanship was exquisite, profound, and unpredictable, surpassing the swordsmanship of countless martial artists in the world.

Even though Xu Xingchen had traveled through three worlds and met many martial arts masters, he still couldn't help but nod in praise.

However.
No matter how superb and swift Duan Yanqing's swordsmanship was, he still couldn't pierce Xu Xingchen's body even a fraction of an inch, and couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Xu Xingchen's martial arts skills were unparalleled, and his lightness skill and footwork were also extraordinary.

What he was using at this moment was one of the divine skills of the Xiaoyao Sect that he had just learned a couple of days ago: Lingbo Weibu.

Although he was a beginner, Xu Xingchen had already grasped the essence of the technique and understood its core principles.

Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon, her silk stockings stirring up dust, she walks on the water.
Xu Xingchen, like an immortal emerging from the mountains, moved with ethereal and otherworldly steps, treating Duan Yanqing's fierce and swift sword light as a gentle breeze and drizzle.

Slanting wind and drizzle
No matter how dense, how fast, or how varied the raindrops, they couldn't reach him.

Occasionally, he would raise his arm and flick a finger, which would shake off the "slanting wind and drizzle" flying everywhere, turning it into nothingness with a loud, resounding clang.

Neither of them used their true strength, but instead tested each other's martial arts skills with exquisite variations in their moves.

The scene looks...
It seemed that Duan Yanqing's swordsmanship was ineffective against Xu Xingchen; and Xu Xingchen had no chance to launch a further counterattack.

In fact.
Both fighters knew perfectly well that, in terms of the variations and responses to their moves, Duan Yanqing was at a disadvantage.

Faced with this situation, a hint of disbelief flashed in Duan Yanqing's eyes, and he thought to himself, "The lightness skill of the Xiaoyao Sect is indeed ethereal and otherworldly, unlike the martial arts of the mortal world."

They fought for a while longer.

Duan Yanqing's figure began to move erratically, and as a result, his "sword light" became even more intense, more powerful, and more unpredictable.

One time
A thin iron staff splashed out a sky full of afterimages, engulfing Duan Yanqing's figure, and poured down on Xu Xingchen like a storm.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh.
The sharp, piercing sound of something cutting through the air was as dense as rain pattering on banana leaves, sending chills down one's spine.

But
Still useless!

Xu Xingchen's figure was shrouded in a layer of ethereal fairy aura as he walked among countless conjured thin iron staffs.

Those watching the battle couldn't tell whether the thin iron staff that created countless afterimages was an illusion, or whether the ethereal Xu Xingchen was just a phantom.
I always felt that both were elusive, illusory, real, and unreal, seemingly present yet absent.
Watching from the sidelines, Yue Laosan was terrified. He muttered to himself, "I was defeated by that kid with one punch, and I couldn't even last two or three moves against the boss. How come these two guys are so strong?"

Although Yun Zhonghe's brows twitched as he watched, he did not believe that his boss would be defeated by that despicable young man; he also did not believe that he would lose his life here.

Not far away, Ye Erniang, who was kneeling on the ground, was also attracted by the fierce battle and temporarily put aside the problem that was tormenting her to the point of near death.

While watching the fierce battle, he couldn't help but think to himself, "If the boss can take down this kid, I'll have a chance to force him to tell me where my child is."

(End of this chapter)