The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: From the Moment He Picked Up Qu Feiyan

Liu Zhengfeng had roamed the martial world for decades and fought against countless masters, but he had never seen such a strange sword technique.

He was quite familiar with the Seventeen Styles of Songshan Swordplay. Apart from Zuo Lengchan, whom he had never had the chance to see, he had sparred with nearly half of the famous Thirteen Protectors of Songshan. However, none of them used the Songshan Swordplay as strangely as Shen An.

The moves resemble the "Open the Door to the Mountain" move from the outer nine styles of the Songshan Swordplay, but the force exertion seems to be the "Xuanyuan Asks the Way" move from the inner eight styles.

Could it be the legendary "no moves are better than moves"?

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Liu Zhengfeng immediately dismissed it.

Putting aside the fact that the rumor itself was made up by this kid, even if he really had that level of skill, he couldn't possibly be it.

If he succeeds, then I can simply play the flute and zither and watch him beat up Dongfang Bubai and kick Zuo Lengchan.

Regardless, Shen An's response made Liu Zhengfeng put away his condescending and testing attitude as an elder.

This sword strike appeared clumsy and without any discernible pattern, but the immense power contained within it sent a chill down the spine of even this top-tier expert.

He had no doubt that if his longsword clashed head-on with this heavy sword, there would only be one outcome—it would break on the spot!

However, given his swordsmanship skills, no matter how fierce or ruthless the sword was, it couldn't touch him at all.

In a flash, Liu Zhengfeng's wrist flicked, and the sword move changed from a thrust to a slash. The sword blade, like a serpent emerging from its hole, bent at an incredible angle, brushing against the spine of the heavy sword, and circled around Shen An's wrist.

He wanted to use clever tactics to overcome clumsy ones and attack the enemy's vulnerable defenses.

Good timing!

Shen An's eyes lit up instead.

In fact, he had already figured it out when he made his move. Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng could test him, and he could also take this opportunity to hone himself.

Shen An thought to himself: This is a test. You will definitely not hurt me, and even if you do, it won't be too serious. Then I can go all out and take this opportunity to understand my current level of martial arts, verify my understanding of martial arts, and see if the sword techniques I have comprehended are useful in front of true masters.

He was only afraid that Liu Zhengfeng's sword wasn't fast enough or ruthless enough!

Faced with Liu Zhengfeng's clever response, Shen An, delighted, inwardly cheered but completely ignored Liu Zhengfeng's ingenious change of move. Before the momentum of the first sword strike had even dissipated, he used the force of the rotation to take a second step, and the second sword strike was already launched!

If the first sword strike was a whirlwind rising from the ground, then this second sword strike is a raging torrent whipped up by the whirlwind! The sword strike is heavier, faster, and more powerful!

"clang!"

With a deafening crash, Liu Zhengfeng had no choice but to parry with his sword. He felt an immense force, like a torrent of water, surge through the blade, numbing his hands and causing his entire arm to tremble. Forced back three steps by this brutal power, he barely managed to regain his footing, his face filled with horror.

Although I was afraid of hurting him, I only used 30% of my strength, but it was definitely far beyond what a young disciple could withstand. How could this be?

He felt as if he wasn't fighting against a twenty-year-old, but rather against a powerful figure from Mount Song!

"This kid... his swordsmanship is so domineering!" Liu Zhengfeng was shocked and quickly gave Qu Yang a wink.

Brother, I'm not confident I can take him down without hurting him.

Huh? Taking down a young disciple is something Qu Yang can do with ease. Could it be that Brother Liu really drank with courtesans today?

Although Qu Yang didn't understand, he still chose to believe him.

"Brother Liu, I'm here to help you!"

With a cold snort, Qu Yang's figure appeared as swiftly as a ghost. He did not join the battle, but instead wandered around the perimeter, his sleeves fluttering repeatedly, his ten fingers moving unpredictably within his sleeves, releasing several invisible and intangible yet sinister and unpredictable bursts of energy.

These energies did not travel in a straight line, but rather drew strange arcs in the air, like an invisible spider web, covering Shen An's vital acupoints from all directions.

Let's give Liu Xian a support role; it wouldn't look good if two people were to fight one.

Now Brother Liu should be able to finish this, right?

Immediately after Qu Yang made his move, Shen Anye's expression turned serious.

Such amazing finger technique!

No wonder there are many people in the Sun Moon Sect who use the Black Blood Needle, but only Qu Yang is the most famous. With just this one finger technique, he is famous in the martial arts world.

Liu Zhengfeng's swordsmanship was like mercury flowing across the ground, penetrating everywhere. Every sword strike came from the most tricky angle, forcing him to be distracted and defend. Qu Yang's finger strength, on the other hand, was like a bone-deep sore, subtle and unpredictable. If one was not careful, one could be hit and fall to the ground.

One is the main attacker, the other is the harasser; one is masculine, the other feminine; one is on the front line, the other on the flank.

The combined power of two renowned top-tier masters is truly terrifying!

Shen An instantly felt the pressure increase and fell into a disadvantageous position, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, a fierce fighting spirit burned within him.

The heavy sword in his hand danced into a ball of dark light, sometimes like a giant elephant swinging its trunk, fierce and unparalleled, smashing Liu Zhengfeng's sword moves open; sometimes like a dragon coiling around his body, guarding against every drop of water, completely neutralizing Qu Yang's finger strength.

He no longer adhered to any fixed moves; his footwork, posture, and breathing were all for one purpose—to continuously build up the sword's momentum, like waves surging forward, never ceasing!

Now, it's Qu Yang who's speechless.

His shock was far greater than Liu Zhengfeng's.

After all, he had indeed attacked Shen An more than ten days ago.

At that time, Shen An was almost powerless to fight back. If He Sanqi hadn't intervened, he would have already taken Shen An to his granddaughter for discipline.

How come your martial arts have improved so much in such a short time?

Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng exchanged a glance, realizing that they would have to show some real skill to avoid trouble, and their teamwork became even more seamless.

Sword energy crisscrossed the bamboo forest, and the wind howled through the air.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The clanging of metal against metal was as dense as rain, and Liu Zhengfeng grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He discovered that although Shen An's swordplay seemed crude, each strike perfectly utilized the power of the previous one, each strike heavier and faster than the last.

What surprised him and Qu Yang even more was Shen An's combat intuition.

Several times, Qu Yang's finger strikes had already approached the open space beside him, and it looked like he was about to succeed, but Shen An seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and at the last moment he was able to bring the heavy sword back with the smallest movement and the most incredible angle, blocking the attack by the narrowest of times.

Indeed, after realizing that this was all an act, Shen An began to recite the Ice Heart Mantra in his mind.

Even so, the vast gap in skill level cannot be completely bridged by a rudimentary sword technique and auxiliary mental cultivation method.

After dozens more moves, Shen An's breathing became heavy, sweat poured down his forehead, and his arm wielding the heavy sword began to tremble slightly.

After all, his internal strength was still shallow, and such a high-intensity burst of power was a huge drain on his physical strength and internal energy.

"puff!"

Qu Yang seized the slight opening when Shen An took a breath, and a finger strike precisely hit his left shoulder. Shen An's body swayed abruptly, and a slight opening appeared in the protective sword net around him.

Liu Zhengfeng's gaze sharpened, and his soft sword, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, seized the opportunity to strike, gently tapping the back of the sword against Shen An's sword-wielding hand.

Having exhausted all his strength, Shen An could no longer hold on, and the longsword immediately slipped from his hand.

It should be over by now, right? I'm so tired. But just as Shen An had relaxed, he saw a black patch flashing.

Qu Yang made a move.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he flicked his right sleeve so fast that only a blur could be seen.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Three points of eerie, cold light, thinner than a strand of hair, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, formed a triangular shape, like three black lightning bolts, heading straight for Shen An's three vital acupoints on his chest, which he was completely unprepared for!

Black Blood Divine Needle! And it's the Black Blood Divine Needle used to kill!

Why?