"My Beloved Mistress (Walking with Love)" - Chapter 73: A Sword Soars to Immortality

The decisive battle has begun, and it was only at this point that Mingsong realized that Ling Feng, whom he had encountered, was not a sorcerer who used demonic arts, but a super master with unparalleled divine skills.
He could even be considered a master-level top martial arts expert.
Mingsong knew that the power of his previous strike was something he had never shown before. That sharp sword aura was the achievement he had dreamed of all his lifelong sword training. However, Lingfeng merely swung his sword diagonally to block, without making any move, and had already sealed off all the sword aura and all the follow-up attacks.
Even the "Broken Blade Style" of the Dugu Nine Swords of the Huashan School couldn't be this sharp and flawless.
With just this one move, Ming Song knew that even if he practiced for another thirty years, he would not be able to break it. What's more, Ling Feng then swung his palm to block the galloping horse and sent it flying backward. The powerful palm force was at least over a thousand catties. Looking at the martial arts world, even the so-called number one lay master of Shaolin did not have this kind of skill.
At this moment, Zhenyangzi had already assumed his stance, and the world was filled with a chilling atmosphere.
Ling Feng stood calmly, as if a celestial being had descended to earth!
The entire room was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.
The sun rises slowly in the east, illuminating the earth.
This is a battle that will determine the fate of the two! No, this is Ling Feng's battle to make him famous. From the moment Zhen Yangzi appeared, he was destined to be just the first stepping stone for Ling Feng to reach the pinnacle of the martial arts world.
With his longsword in hand, Zhenyangzi laughed loudly as he faced Lingfeng, who was ten feet away, and said, "How exhilarating! In over thirty years, I have never encountered an opponent like you. Today, I can finally have a good fight!"
Seeing their sect leader's imposing demeanor, the disciples of Diancang Mountain were filled with boundless ambition and cheered loudly, their voices shaking the entire scene! Little did they know that Zhenyangzi's actions were merely a way to comfort himself in his insecurity.
Ling Feng remained calm and composed, his longsword still sheathed.
Zhenyangzi roared, instantly drowning out the cheers for him. With a flick of his wrist, his broadsword transformed into a series of cold flashes, dancing wildly in the space two zhang in front of him. He advanced step by step towards Lingfeng. Taking advantage of the cheers from his subordinates, he launched an attack with overwhelming force.
The distance of one zhang was covered in the blink of an eye, and the broadsword transformed into numerous sword shadows, covering every vital point on Ling Feng's body.
The sound of the broadsword cutting through the wind was awe-inspiring.
Each strike was imbued with Zhenyangzi's invincible and astonishing qigong.
The disciples of Diancang Mountain were in a frenzy at this moment, and their shouts of encouragement reached their peak, overwhelming and deafening.
Master's wife, Xie Linlan, and all the Huashan disciples were so nervous they were speechless. They were worried about Ling Feng because his reputation was well-deserved; Zhenyangzi was a top-twenty martial arts master who had remained undefeated for many years, truly possessing superb skills and a commanding presence.
A faint hum, almost imperceptible, rang out in Ling Feng's hand, so powerful that even the sharp sound of the broadsword cutting through the wind could not mask it.
Ling Feng's longsword was drawn from its sheath, like a green dragon ascending to the sky or a roc spreading its wings. First, there was a burst of light, which suddenly exploded, turning into a rain of light that filled the sky and the earth to meet the incoming blade shadows.
A series of sounds rang out, like a sudden rainstorm hitting a wind chime.
Every ray of light collided head-on with the tips of countless blades.
The sword tip touched the knife tip, creating a dazzling light, sparkling like starlight, which could not be obscured even under the bright sunlight.
Zhenyangzi roared repeatedly, his figure flashing to the left and right. With each change, he brought with him a sky full of sword shadows, like a storm, attacking Lingfeng from different angles.
Ling Feng stood still, but no matter how Zhen Yangzi attacked, the rain of swords that burst forth from his hand always managed to hit the blade shadows and block their momentum.
While blocking Zhenyangzi's knife, Ling Feng chuckled coldly, "Zhenyangzi, today is your death day!"
Zhenyangzi laughed loudly, and before he could answer, he swung his broadsword horizontally and attacked Lingfeng, shouting, "I, Zhenyangzi, am not someone to be trifled with. Watch me take your dog's life!"
Ling Feng didn't even glance at Zhen Yangzi, who was rushing towards him desperately. All of this happened too quickly, and it all came on suddenly.
The force of the blade stirred up the dust on the ground, and everyone felt a suffocating pressure bearing down on them. Even though they were at least five zhang away from Ling Feng and Zhen Yangzi in the center of the fighting arena, they could still feel the ferocity of the blade. One can imagine the pressure that Ling Feng, who was at the core of the attack, was under.
When the longsword was only four feet away from Ling Feng, Zhen Yangzi shouted again, gathered his strength, and struck at full speed.
"Splitting Mount Hua Alone!"
This is the essence of Zhenyangzi's swordsmanship. He has been famous for many years. As the head of Diancang Mountain, he has experienced countless battles, both big and small. From the exchange just now, he knew that Ling Feng's longsword was extremely skillful and agile. If he were to compete with Ling Feng in this aspect, he would undoubtedly be courting death. Therefore, he turned skill into clumsiness. This strike was hard against hard, relying purely on speed, angle, and momentum to win. It was extremely fierce.
The world changed color.
Everyone in the crowd held their breath; only a few hundred hearts pounded with tension.
Ling Feng then made his move.
With a flick of his longsword, he slashed at the broadsword that was slashing horizontally at high speed.
The Qingyun Sword countered with clumsiness, devoid of any fancy moves, and slashed sideways, landing about an inch behind the tip of Zhenyangzi's blade.
A dull, unpleasant sound emanated from the clash of swords, the sound waves shooting into the eardrums of everyone watching, making their hearts pound and their minds race.
As Zhenyangzi watched the longsword about to strike Lingfeng, in a flash, Lingfeng's longsword struck his blood-soaked greatsword at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
So exquisite, and so unbelievable. Could this be the legendary Dugu Nine Swords Blade-Breaking Style?
Zhenyangzi knew something was wrong. He mustered his divine power to try and shake off the sword. He thrust forward with all his might, but Lingfeng's sword, though seemingly clumsy, was actually skillful and subtly varied. Although it was a horizontal slash, it contained an astonishing force that carried the broadsword forward. Zhenyangzi was instantly plunged into an abyss of no return.
As Zhenyangzi charged forward with a sharp thrust, followed by a forward slash, his entire momentum was forward. With Ling Feng's skillful maneuver, Zhenyangzi felt an inescapable suction force pulling him forward. Although Zhenyangzi tried desperately to stop sliding, his body was powerless to resist. Like a charging bull, Zhenyangzi was dragged straight past Ling Feng's side.
Taking advantage of the momentum, Ling Feng drew his sword and swung it back, like a white rainbow piercing the sun. Instantly, everyone felt the silver light was dazzling, as if they had seen a celestial being fly by with a sword.
"Azure Dragon Piercing the Sun!"
The true secret technique of the Huashan School: a single sword strike to the throat!
"ah……"
With a miserable scream, Zhenyangzi's greatsword flew more than three zhang forward from his hand, but his charging body fell backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood. With a "thud," he fell to the ground and died on the spot!
The entire room fell silent.
Zhenyangzi, the head of Diancang Mountain who had dominated the martial arts world for thirty years and had seen countless grand scenes, was also stunned by this tragic change.
The other disciples of Diancang Mountain paled and fell silent. Zhen Yangzi and Ming Song were the most skilled martial artists in Diancang Mountain; their deaths and injuries were astonishing and bewildering.
At this moment, the Huashan disciples and martial arts figures who were watching burst into cheers and applause.
The martial arts world has always been a place where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, where only the victors are celebrated, and the losers are forever forgotten and despised. This is the rule of the martial arts world.
Ling Feng, as if he had accomplished a trivial task, turned to look at Ming Song and his band of bandits from Diancang Mountain, and coldly said, "Who still wants to avenge your sect leader? Step forward now! Otherwise, all of you get out of here, and Diancang Mountain will disappear from the martial world forever!"
Ming Song and his group of Diancang Mountain disciples were completely stunned! Only after Ling Feng spoke did they realize they could return alive! So they spurred their horses and rode back!
Ling Feng said, "Take their bodies, coffins and all!"
Before half a cup of tea had been brewed, the disciples of Diancang Mountain had all left in complete silence!
After this battle, a dazzling legend was born in the martial arts world: Ling Feng, the "One Sword Immortal"!
Within three days of this battle, Ling Feng's fame shook the martial arts world, becoming a legendary tale.
Half a month later, the Hundred-Knowledgeable Scholar's martial arts history records: "The Huashan sect is a land of outstanding people and abundant resources, producing many legends, from the distant Linghu to the more recent Lingfeng. Lingfeng was the son of Ling Qing, a wealthy merchant from Hangzhou. He became a disciple of Huashan at the age of fifteen and completed his studies in a year. In that year, Chen Fuxiao of Huashan committed a crime, defiling Cui Rong, the wife of the Diancang sect leader. Zhenyangzi was furious and led his entire force out. On the sixth day of the eleventh month of the year Wushen, he fought a decisive battle with Zhenyangzi and Mingsong in Huayin. The Azure Dragon Piercing the Sun determined the outcome, and Diancang ceased to exist in the martial arts world. Alas! Diancang sect leader Zhenyangzi bled to death, his lungs failed, and he fell like a star. His disciple Mingsong was wounded but not yet dead. Lingfeng looked down upon Diancang with pride. The poem reads: 'The young hero of Huashan surpasses his master. At the age of sixteen, he defeated his enemy with a single move. The Azure Dragon Piercing the Sun killed Diancang and vanished without a trace. He became famous with one sword, nicknamed Flying Immortal, and his name resounded throughout the world. This is the record.'"

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