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Chapter 457 I Need to Practice More (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Golden blade energy.

This is the highest expression of swordsmanship in the world of Feng Yun.

According to the comics, a master swordsman should cultivate Void Sword Qi. This sword qi has four levels: Red Iron, Bronze, Silver-Blue (ps: why not Blue-Silver?), and Gold.

In contrast, there is the "Northern Drinking Madman" Green Man King.

Nie Feng's father cultivated diligently for decades, but in the end, he only reached the level of Bronze Blade Qi. In the original work, he was easily defeated by Huang Ying, who was at his peak from the very beginning.

It can be said that he was both cheated on and failed.

Now, the still young Huang Ying, facing Ding An's "Three Forms of Forgetfulness," unleashed his "Golden Blade Qi," intending to use his strongest killing move to defeat this legend of swordsmanship in the Central Plains!
Ding An looked at the golden statue of the emperor and found it a bit dazzling, so he couldn't help but rub his eyes.

"Watch out!" Huang Ying shouted sharply.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and Jingji was already in front of him.

Huang Ying thrust forward with his knife, seemingly unhurried, yet as graceful as a startled swan and as swift as lightning.

In an instant, the entire bamboo forest was illuminated by the golden light of the blades, creating a dazzling and shimmering effect. The blade shadows crisscrossed and surged wildly!

Faced with such unimaginably fast blade light, Ding An advanced instead of retreating. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and a surge of intense emotion exploded within him. It was the pain of loss, the resentment of unrequited love, and the burning intensity of deepest passion!
"Passionate!"

Ding An gripped the knife with both hands and suddenly spun around to unleash a slash!
A fiery, unrestrained burst of light, like molten lava, erupted from his center.

when!
The two swords clashed, unleashing bursts of red and yellow energy that distorted the air, caused the river to steam, and collapsed large sections of the bamboo forest with a "whoosh."

"Hahaha, great! So great! I'm so happy!"

Huang Ying's cold, hard face melted like an iceberg, seemingly influenced by intense emotions. He laughed wildly and shouted, and his sword strikes became more sweeping and powerful.

Ding An, however, remained calm and composed, his sword held horizontally across his chest. With a light sweep forward, he struck first, already slicing towards the enemy's abdomen.

Huang Ying grunted, then flipped over and jumped up, spinning in mid-air, instantly drawing his sword upside down, the tip pointing at Ding An's throat.

He was tall and had long arms, yet he was incredibly agile. His strike was still bold, but with a touch of refinement.

Ding An praised, "You're very skilled too." He neither dodged nor evaded the incoming blade, but instead gently guided the tip of his sword back along the longsword in Huang Ying's hand.

The blades did not meet, but merely grazed towards each other's fingers.

The stronger and more powerful the internal force attached to the Imperial Shadow Weapon, the less likely the fingers are to be spared.

As the eagle blade slashed towards his hand, Huang Ying trembled, seemingly not expecting such a sword technique to exist in the world. In a moment of crisis, he flipped over, hooked a bamboo pole with his toes, and used the pull to propel himself backward.

With a fierce thrust of his cleaver, he stirred up a flurry of blade light, attempting to deflect the incoming attack.

With a series of clangs, the two swords clashed again, producing a dense, explosive sound like popping beans, which suddenly resounded through the sky. Golden and red light burst forth, making the area around the bamboo forest flicker.

Outside the bamboo grove, Shao Yang and Hong Xiu's faces were dappled by the gleam of the blade. Gun Gun let out a soft "ying ying" and buried his head in the little beggar's arms.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled to himself, "The special effects of these two fighting are like a disco ball."

Hongxiu turned her head and said, "Ding'an's move 'Burning Passion' was truly ruthless and left no way out. It was extremely brutal."

"That's love!" Ren Shaoyang exclaimed in his Sichuan accent. "When you love someone the most, isn't it when you give your all, without holding back?"

"It's like moths to a flame!"

“Yes, but it can make or break you with your whole heart,” Ren Shaoyang said calmly. “No one can maintain such a passionate love for a lifetime.”

With a slight pout, Hongxiu said softly, "Does love turn cold when it's at its peak?"

“That makes sense.” Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow. “Huang Ying was affected by the ‘Burning Passion’ move, and her attacks were relentless, pushing her spirit to its limit. Wait until Ding An uses ‘Silent Passion’…”

Hongxiu chuckled softly, lowered her head to gently stroke the panda cub in her arms, and sighed, "From blazing heat to deathly stillness, the fluctuation of the mind is so enormous that an ordinary person would probably be heartbroken. Even a master like Huang Ying would show fluctuations and reveal his flaws."

"One strike," Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "One strike from Ding'an is enough to shatter Huangying!"

Before he finished speaking, the situation on the field changed drastically.

Just as Shao Yang had predicted, Huang Ying laughed wildly and launched a fierce attack. Although his momentum was strong, he was infected by the "intense passion" and his mind was not at ease. His attacks were also inevitably worn out.

Just as the new energy was about to be generated, the intense heat that had burned in all directions suddenly receded like a tide.

The molten lava-like aura surrounding Ding'an vanished in an instant.

He abruptly sheathed the knife, holding it upright in front of his chest. His eyes no longer held the tender affection they had before, nor the fiery passion they had shown earlier; instead, they held an emptiness.

A sense of relief after the fading of prosperity and the passing of time.

"Desolation."

Ding An held the knife in both hands, the tip of the blade slightly raised, his posture as still and silent as withered wood covered in frost.

There was no sound of wind, no light, and not even the slightest hint of killing intent.

This cut was as slow as frozen time, empty and indifferent, yet it truly slashed at the heart. Crack!
Huang Ying's pupils constricted as he frantically unleashed his attack!
He felt his golden sword energy, which he had poured all his strength into and burned everything in, suddenly collide with a void, like a small insect caught in a spider web, unable to escape.

A bone-chilling coldness swept in with the flash of the blade, penetrating the body even before it touched.

This is not physical coldness, but a deathly stillness of the heart.

All the passion, joy, and unbridled exuberance that had just been stirred by "intense emotion" suddenly vanished like embers extinguished by ice water in the face of this absolute "deathly stillness," leaving only a cold void amidst the hissing sounds.

Just like you, who was dumped abruptly.
With a clang, Huang Ying's thoughts didn't even waver before his twin swords clashed. A sense of sorrow and loneliness pierced his heart like an ice pick.

In an instant, Huang Ying felt a pang of sadness, and the smiling faces of his wife and daughters flashed through his mind. His temperament had always been cold and indifferent, but for some reason, at this moment, everything seemed like a mirage, and all the joys and sorrows of life seemed like a dream, fleeting like lightning across his heart.

"puff!"

Huang Ying spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden aura around him suddenly dissipated. His hand throbbed with pain, and he lost control of the Jingji Blade, which flew out of his grasp. He was thrown more than ten feet by the force of the blow, finally managing to stop his retreat by kneeling on one knee.

He struggled to his feet, picked up the Silent Blade, and felt his hands tremble slightly. He was filled with horror: "From emotion to silence, silence is not death. What a fine 'Three Forms of Forgetting Emotion'!"

His swordsmanship was unmatched in Japan, but he was no match for the Sword Emperor. If the Emperor hadn't stopped at the last moment, he would have been cleaved in two.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the blood rushing to his chest, and looked up.

Ding An stood there, sword in hand, his body seemingly enveloped by a massive, overwhelming sword shadow, displaying the demeanor of a master swordsman.

"The Central Plains Sword Emperor truly lives up to his name." Huang Ying bowed deeply and declared loudly, "Huang Ying is utterly convinced!"

Ding An sheathed his sword and said, "I still need to practice more."

Huang Ying was taken aback, then bowed again: "Hi! Thank you for your guidance. A year from now, I will personally go to the Central Plains to learn the beauty of the sword from the Sword Emperor!"

His words were no longer as cold and hard as before, but filled with the fervor of a convert.

Ding An didn't reply, but simply waved his hand and jumped onto the roof of the car.

Ren Shaoyang smiled, flicked the reins, and the donkey cart started moving again, disappearing from the spot in a flash.

Huang Ying bowed deeply, and only straightened up after a long while, watching the donkey cart disappear into the distance, his eyes filled with pure fighting spirit.
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Meanwhile, a storm is brewing in Japan.

The news of the three villains' attack on the Emperor and their attempt to steal the Three Sacred Treasures spread like wildfire overnight.

The feudal lords were furious, and the martial arts world was in an uproar. Countless samurai and ronin, harboring the desire to "make a name for themselves," flocked to Maizuru Port like sharks smelling blood, laying a trap for the enemy.

Before the three thugs even arrived, a fat tiger, acting as a vanguard scout, silently infiltrated the enemy ranks. The Hattori squad, known as the "Darkness of Iga," was caught off guard and killed one by one in the forest before they could even sound a warning whistle, their throats shattered.

By the time the main force realized what was happening, the blood-soaked donkey cart, with its unparalleled impact, came crashing down on them. In an instant, screams filled the air, leaving only pools of blood and corpses scattered everywhere.

After suffering a crushing defeat in a direct confrontation, the group lamented their misfortune. After discussing the matter, they secretly resorted to ruthless tactics, even considering several methods, such as poisoning a teahouse in a place they were sure to pass by.

Unexpectedly, just as the dish was placed on the table, the round-faced girl drank it all in one gulp, then spewed out a thick purple mist that enveloped an area of ​​dozens of feet. The poisoners had no chance to escape; their bodies swelled, their faces turned from white to blue, then from blue to purple, and they collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood and dying. Only then did the three villains laugh and drive away.

Some people had set up traps on the official road, but just as they finished, they were knocked unconscious by a tiger's paw falling from the sky. The moment they fell to the ground, they triggered the traps.

In an instant, arrows, daggers, hidden weapons, and poisons were unleashed, causing the crowd to cry out in agony and suffer heavy casualties.

No matter how they plotted against them, the three villains always managed to retaliate in kind.

In just half a day, the martial arts practitioners of Japan suffered heavy casualties, filled with hatred and fear, yet utterly helpless. In the end, they conceded defeat, hoping only that the three thugs would leave Japan as soon as possible.

But when the donkey cart arrived at Maizuru Port, it stopped and turned around to attack!

In the blink of an eye, before everyone could react, the blood-stained donkey cart charged forward wildly. Before they could even understand what was happening, they were hacked over and knocked down.

These samurai and ronin were scattered and unable to concentrate their forces in time. Wherever the donkey carts passed, the land collapsed.

Ren Shaoyang used "Mind Movement" to observe the qi, and his attack route targeted the weak points in everyone's defenses. He used solid defenses to break through the gaps, and was unstoppable, with cries of agony rising everywhere. The three men and three beasts unleashed their fury, cutting down the martial artists along the way like mowing grass. Caught off guard, they scattered in disarray.

The wheels rumbled like thunder, and the Japanese samurai and ronin screamed and fled. Anyone who hesitated was immediately splattered with blood. The blood-soaked donkey carts plowed back and forth three times, sweeping across hundreds of miles like a whirlwind, causing alarm bells to ring loudly in Kyoto, prompting the army to mobilize.

Seeing that he had already slaughtered nearly a thousand Japanese samurai, Ren Shaoyang knew that if he continued to cut them down, it would attract the attention of the chief and the Great Demon God, so he immediately pulled on the reins.

"My little ones!" Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly.

"Have!"

The little beggar cat saluted, and Ding'an shouted loudly, even the panda on the roof of the car let out a "yelp".

"The wind's picking up, let's get out of here!" Ren Shaoyang waved his hand, "Time to go home!"

"Great!"

The little beggar raised his hand and shouted joyfully, and the blood-stained donkey cart kicked up billowing dust as it headed straight for the large ship moored at Maizuru Port.

(End of this chapter)