This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

The name "Overlord Blade" alone reveals the style of Jiang Wei's swordsmanship.

Seeing the relentless, sweeping sword strikes aimed at him, leaving no room for retreat, Qingfeng, who was engaging in martial arts combat for the first time, was clearly caught off guard.

He parried repeatedly with his longsword, but his movements gradually became somewhat disordered.

Each of Jiang Wei's strikes contained immense power.

His strength as a peak martial artist of the third realm allowed his arms to contain at least three thousand jin of force.

An ordinary person would almost certainly die if they were even slightly grazed by it.

However, Qingfeng was not flustered at all. Instead, he calmed down and began to observe Jiang Wei's sword techniques.

This situation, where Qingfeng immediately fell into a disadvantageous position, led the onlookers to perceive him as the weaker party, believing that it was only a matter of time before Jiang Wei emerged victorious.

Even Jiang Wei himself felt this way, but he knew that Qingfeng still had tricks up his sleeve.

That day at Fuyang Manor, it was the skill of summoning thunder with a wave of the hand that Jiang Wei truly feared.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the chill enveloped the area, yet not a single person left early.

On the battlefield, a brocade robe and a coarse linen cotton coat clashed back and forth, the surging energy causing the falling snowflakes to dance wildly.

Compared to the beginning, Qingfeng has clearly adapted much better.

They even gradually found their rhythm and began to fight back.

After several dozen rounds, Jiang Wei forced Qingfeng back with a single strike, holding his sword horizontally in front of him, his gaze becoming particularly solemn.

He discovered that Qingfeng, who was supposed to be a few years younger than him, was actually just as physically strong as him.

This was something even Jiang Wei himself found hard to believe.

A martial arts master at the peak of the third realm who is a few years younger than him has never been seen before in the entire Jianghu of Lijiang Prefecture.

What made Jiang Wei even more uneasy was the speed of Qingfeng's progress.

From a hasty response at the beginning to Qingfeng now being able to fight back and forth with me.

Jiang Wei knew that if things continued like this, he might be the one who lost.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Wei began to silently circulate his qi and blood throughout his body.

A layer of goosebumps visibly rose up on my body.

The skin also begins to turn red under the stimulation of blood and qi.

Those watching from the surrounding area were shocked; this was clearly a sign that he was about to fight to the death.

Qingfeng dared not be careless, and mobilized the magic power deep in his dantian to ensure that he would not be caught off guard.

"boom..."

With a muffled thud, Jiang Wei shattered the frozen ground with his foot, his body crashing through the falling snowflakes, leaving a faint blade mark in the air wherever the blade passed.

An invisible yet chilling aura emanated from Jiang Wei.

"The Nine Slashes of the Overlord Blade is the ultimate technique of the Overlord Blade Sect. If Young Master Wei were to unleash one slash after another, the accumulated momentum of the final strike could even allow him to kill enemies beyond their level..."

Upon seeing Jiang Wei draw his knife, some knowledgeable people immediately exclaimed in surprise.

The Overlord Blade Sect's Nine Slashes of the Overlord Blade are known to almost everyone in the martial arts world; they are an extremely terrifying sword technique.

Legend has it that when the leader of the Overlord Blade Sect was still a third-realm martial artist, he once used the Overlord Blade Nine Slashes Blade Technique to kill a fourth-realm grand martial artist, and from then on he became famous throughout the martial arts world.

On a distant hilltop, Yang Haotian, the owner of Fuyang Manor, stood side by side with another middle-aged man, watching the duel on the riverbank. Yang Haotian couldn't help but frown.

"Isn't Young Master Wei being a bit too reckless?"

The middle-aged man beside him was Yan Changfeng, the leader of the Overlord Blade Sect.

He wasn't surprised to see his beloved disciple unleash the Nine Slashes of the Overlord Blade; he simply smiled faintly.

"If that kid really dies under Jiang Wei's blade, it can only be blamed on his inferior skills."

"And isn't this a good opportunity to see who's really behind him?"

Yang Haotian disagreed, shaking his head and saying:

"To sow seeds of blood feud before even having any dealings with each other is unacceptable..."

Yan Changfeng glanced at Yang Haotian sideways, his eyes filled with disdain.

Over the years, this manor lord of Fuyang Manor, who was as famous as him, has increasingly lost his chivalrous spirit.

He was afraid of everything, always hesitant and indecisive, showing no trace of the carefree spirit of the martial arts world.

If it weren't for the reasons mentioned above, Yan Changfeng would never have bothered standing with him.

On the battlefield, Qingfeng also felt the pressure coming at him.

At this moment, Jiang Wei's speed, strength, and momentum have all increased dramatically.

This is the beneficial effect brought about by superior martial arts.

He had not learned advanced martial arts, but only some basic martial arts on his own, so Qingfeng was immediately at a disadvantage again.

The blade sliced ​​through the snowflakes, then swept towards the gentle breeze with unstoppable momentum.

Qingfeng parried with his sword, and with a loud "clang," he stumbled back three steps.

The area between his thumb and forefinger gripping the sword was numb from the impact, and his knuckles turned white from the force exerted.

Before he could even gather his strength, the second strike came right after him.

The blade seemed to cleave through the sky formed by falling snow, crashing down.

Qingfeng could only continue to parry.

An even greater force followed, and this time he retreated five steps.

Even the blood and qi in the body began to surge.

Before he could even stop, the third slash was already upon him.

The snow on the ground was swept up by the force of the blade, like waves crashing down, making it hard to breathe.

The fourth cut...

The fifth cut...

The sixth cut...

......

On the eighth strike, Qingfeng's longsword snapped in two, and his body was sent flying like a cannonball, rolling more than ten meters away.

"Senior brother..."

The Wang siblings were shocked and couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

The onlookers around also watched the boy lying on the ground with tense expressions.

Jiang Wei remained motionless, his chest heaving violently, as the surging blood and qi in his body rapidly subsided.

His face turned deathly pale.

He was not Yan Changfeng after all, and he was unable to deliver the final blow at the level of a third-realm martial artist.

But it doesn't matter anymore. Jiang Wei is confident enough that the boy named Qingfeng on the other side has lost.

Even if that final blow didn't kill him, it at least shattered half of Qingfeng's bones and damaged his meridians, leaving him a cripple.

Everyone's face was a fascinating mix of expressions, except for one person whose expression remained calm and composed, showing no sign of worry.

Mingyue held the bamboo cane in her hand, her fingers gently stroking it.

She spoke in a tone only she could hear:

"Martial arts, after all, are not entirely without merit..."

Wang Jingshu, who was standing to the side, was extremely anxious and pulled Mingyue, saying:

"What should we do, senior sister? Will senior brother be alright?"

Mingyue raised her head, looked at Wang Jingshu with her dull eyes, and smiled slightly:

"How can you claim to understand martial arts without experiencing it firsthand?"

This inexplicable remark made Wang Jingshu pause, completely bewildered.

Wang Yangming grasped the key point in the words, his eyes lit up, and he asked:

"Senior sister, are you saying that senior brother did this on purpose? He wants to use his own body to feel the power of martial arts?"

Mingyue didn't answer, but simply pointed in that direction and said:

"You'll find out as you keep watching."

The two looked in the direction she was pointing and were immediately filled with surprise and delight.

Qingfeng, who had been cleaved away by a single blow, indeed stood up again.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people around him, Qingfeng slowly got up.

He raised his hand to wipe the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, then lowered his head to pat the snow and filth off his body, his expression and movements as casual as if the thrilling battle just now was nothing more than a fall.