Chapter Thirty-Five: Strange and Mysterious

  The two were shocked, and then thought of rushing forward quickly. At this moment, a flash of light flashed by, and the crisis suddenly arrived, making the two frightened people's hair stand on end, rapidly retreating.

  The two of them were even faster, and there was no strange light that came so quickly. In an instant, the light flashed across the sky, and a head had already flown into the air. The blood stagnated for a moment before spurting out.

  "Silver Birch!" Hua Yun saw his companion's head fly into the sky, fresh blood splattering along with the corpse as it retreated, and suddenly his eyes were about to split open. He let out a loud shout, disregarding the wound on his body, and the long sword in his hand swept out horizontally, a flash of sword light appearing, and the surrounding trees fell one after another, cut in two.

  Clang!

  The long sword was blocked, splashing out a flame, and Ye Chen's figure also appeared in the opponent's line of sight. Hua Yun was furious to the extreme, his own partner was actually killed by the opponent's sneak attack, and he himself was also injured.

  The flames of anger can only be extinguished by the other's blood, at this time Huayun's eyes were filled with blood, like a wounded beast, the long sword in his hand was a deadly move, showing no mercy.

  Ye Chen was only at the third stage of the Mortal Dust Realm, while Hua Yun was a strong eighth-stage cultivator. In this collision of realms, Ye Chen was at a great disadvantage. If he hadn't launched a sneak attack and killed one of his opponents, he wouldn't have been able to hold on for even a few moves in a two-on-one situation. Even now, in a one-on-one situation, Ye Chen's prospects were still not optimistic.

  Ye Chen couldn't dodge, Chen Tao and Xiao Xue were just a short distance away. If he dodged himself, Chen Tao and Xiao Xue would be in danger, so Ye Chen couldn't retreat, nor could he retreat.

  Ye Chen could only choose to clash head-on, the long sword in his hand repeatedly blocking Huayun's attacks. The gap between third and eighth stage was so enormous that even Ye Chen's special internal energy couldn't make up for it.

  Hua Yun's life-risking attack, Ye Chen also desperately resisted, Ye Chen's body quickly felt like it was being torn apart in pain, this internal force confrontation, Ye Chen had experienced for the second time, although he had experience, but Ye Chen still felt that his body was becoming more and more unbearable.

  Hua Yun's swordsmanship was swift, sinister and accurate, every move and style directly targeting Ye Chen's vital points. Ye Chen's swordsmanship was strange and often parried Hua Yun's attacks from impossible places.

  The two people's moves were equally swift, the surrounding leaves whirled and flew up, dancing between them, occasionally blocking their line of sight.

  Ye Chen's body became much slower, a powerful inner force surged into his own body, even if it was dissolved and squeezed by his own inner force, but still brought great trouble to Ye Chen.

  Bang! Another intense collision, Ye Chen could no longer hold on and was knocked back by the powerful internal force. His feet stepped on a tree behind him, his legs bent, and with a burst of strength, he shot forward like an arrow, charging straight at Hua Yun.

  Ye Chen also used all his strength, this was a war of life and death. The arrow-like speed pierced through the leaves, straight at Hua Yun's throat, arriving in an instant.

  Hua Yun's eyes were bloodshot, furious to the point of losing his mind, but his innate sense of crisis had not been lost. Facing the sword that came straight at him, Hua Yun held up his long sword horizontally and blocked it with a loud clang. He felt a chill run down his spine and retreated with all his might.

  The two parted ways, and Hua Yun couldn't help but stare at the long sword in his hand. A crack suddenly appeared on the surface of his sword. Hua Yun was shocked, as his sword was made of high-quality alloy steel, with a hardness that was unparalleled. It had been used for several years without any damage or wear. But now it had cracked, which made Hua Yun's bloodshot eyes even more vigilant.

  Carefully looking at Ye Chen's long sword, Hua Yun's eyes narrowed, a famous sword! This was Hua Yun's first impression. After that, he looked at the sword and felt it was somewhat familiar. He thought for a moment and then remembered that Qin Mu of the Su family had used this very same famous sword a few days ago. Qin Mu was a strong warrior in the Xiantian realm, and his famous sword was much more noble than Hua Yun's own long sword. Using his own long sword to clash with the famous sword would be like hitting an egg against a rock.

  Hua Yun suddenly became more vigilant, a few days ago, on that bloody night, Hua Yun was also following from afar, just farther away, only wanting to take advantage of the situation. When Qin Mu displayed the Jiuyao Sword, releasing its powerful sword energy, Hua Yun luckily dodged quickly and far enough, avoiding a fatal attack, but still got scared and ran away immediately.

  But as for the famous sword in Qin Mu's hand, he still recognized it. This long sword had not been seen since Qin Mu's death, and unexpectedly it was now in this young man's hand. This couldn't help but make Hua Yun take a big surprise. Was this young man lucky to have picked up the sword, or was he actually at that place, withstanding the Nine-Yao Sword? Hua Yun looked at the sword again, then looked at the person, not believing his actual strength could survive that powerful move. It could only be attributed to good luck.

  Hua Yun felt some pain in his meridians, but he didn't think the other party could escape and ascend to heaven before a strong opponent's strongest blow. However, even if Hua Yun didn't think the other party could do it, he had to consider the current situation.

  Hua Yun glanced at the long sword in his hand, which couldn't withstand any more powerful impacts. He was afraid that if they clashed again, it would break. Hua Yun couldn't help but glance at his companion's long sword. Between the two swords, as long as he could grab hold of the other sword, he could withstand a few more clashes and then strike down his opponent.

  Hua Yun could see and think of things, as the person involved Ye Chen could also think of, took a look at the other's long sword, cracks spread all over, perhaps one blow would make it shatter. As a swordsman, losing his long sword was equivalent to cutting off his arm, which would greatly reduce his strength. This was no different from a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Ye Chen.

  The two of them moved at the same time, stirring up a whirlwind of leaves on the ground. One wanted to grab the sword that had fallen to the ground, while the other tried to stop him from getting it. Although Ye Chen's body was somewhat slow, in this life-or-death moment, he summoned all his strength and unleashed his strongest blow.

  The strange swordsmanship became upright and straightforward, directly piercing towards Huayun's heart. Perhaps it was impossible to stop Huayun from getting the sword, but at the same time that Huayun got the sword, his own long sword would also pierce through Huayun's heart.

  Hua Yun's long sword deflected Ye Chen's, and he reached out to grab the sword on the ground. His own sword shattered from blocking Ye Chen's, and the fragments cut Hua Yun, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  Hua Yun's fingers had already touched the hilt of the long sword on the ground at the moment it was torn apart. As long as he held the long sword in his hand, Hua Yun would have a firm grasp on absolute control.

  But just as Hua Yun thought he was in control, his expression suddenly froze, and his entire body stiffened on the spot. His hand had already touched the long sword, but it suddenly stopped moving, as if it had encountered something unthinkable. The scene was inexplicably strange, and he couldn't move a single step.

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