【The Legend of Tang Dynasty: Boundless Romance (The Legend of Tang Dynasty)】(Chapter 360 of the Tang Dynasty Chapter)

Chapter 360

While Han Xing and Shan Wanjing were engaged in their intimate moment, the battle of wits between Ouyang Xiyi and Ba Feng Han had reached

a fever pitch.

Ouyang Xiyi took three steps forward, closing the distance between himself and Ba Feng Han to two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

His imposing gait, coupled with his mountain-like stature and sharp eyes, naturally exuded

an irresistible aura.

Ba Feng Han seemed to have recovered from Han Xing's attack, a slight smile playing on his lips. His

hands, hidden behind his back, pulled up the hem of his outer robe, gripping the hilt of a knife and the handle of a sword, making it unclear whether he intended to use a knife, a

sword, or both.

Ouyang Xiyi suddenly stopped, throwing his head back and laughing loudly, causing the entire hall to tremble.

"Clang!" Ba Feng Han drew his knife slightly with his right hand, instantly unleashing a fierce and unparalleled blade aura to counter

Ouyang.

In that instant, Ba Feng Han's blade was drawn from its sheath, streaking like a rainbow as he launched his attack.

Ouyang Xiyi, at the same moment, drew his sword and struck.

The two invisible, silent sword energies clashed before their blades met, followed by

a resounding clang after a brutal, unadorned clash.

Ba Feng Han swiftly retreated, standing with his blade held horizontally.

He remained composed, a smile on his face, and his robust physique, no less impressive than that of the formidable senior master,

allowed him to stand firmly and resiliently, making it impossible to believe he had been forced back.

Ouyang Xiyi stood motionless, only his upper body swaying slightly, his face showing disbelief. All

the guests moved.

Who would have thought that Ba Feng Han, barely twenty years old, could withstand Ouyang Xiyi's Sandstorm Sword Technique?

Under the watchful eyes of the entire audience, Ba Feng Han laughed loudly, "What a fine sword

! I never imagined that I, Ba Feng Han, would encounter such a master so soon after arriving in the Central Plains. I'm truly impressed!" No sooner had he finished speaking

than he launched another attack.

Wang Shichong and Wang Tong exchanged glances, not only sensing the shock in each other's eyes but also

the murderous intent emanating from the other.

If this young man wasn't eliminated,

he might become another Bi Xuan. Ouyang Xiyi shared the same thought, and even more clearly understood that Ba Feng Han was the most powerful figure in

the Turkic Khaganate . At such a young age, his martial arts had already reached an unfathomable level.

Moreover, based on his ability to judge people, he knew that this young man was inherently cold-blooded and ruthless; such a person, if he were to commit evil,

would cause the greatest harm .

Acting on impulse, Ouyang Xiyi coldly snorted and slashed at the blade that the other man was drawing from the left.

This sword strike appeared ordinary, but in fact, it embodied Ouyang Xiyi's life's work, reaching a level of transforming the ordinary into

the extraordinary , a masterful feat of seemingly clumsy skill.

Even Han Xing dared not be too careless in the face of this move, otherwise he would surely be defeated unexpectedly.

Ouyang Xiyi's "Sinking Sand Sword Technique" emphasizes momentum, turning the tide of battle into victory within a few moves.

Now, with murderous intent, his attack was different from the previous probing strike.

Ba Feng Han was not to be outdone, his footwork was strange, moving only a few feet apart, making it seem as if he

was not attacking in a straight line, but constantly changing angle and direction, yet it seemed as if he was advancing in a straight line at high speed. That

indescribable feeling was enough to give anyone a headache just to watch, let alone imagine how it would feel to be facing him head-on.

Sensing the clash of their intense auras, Han Xing stopped talking to Shan Wanjing, subconsciously rubbing

Shan Wanjing's plump buttocks while watching the duel between the two.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, without needing Han Xing's instructions, were already watching with great interest, secretly comparing their own

footwork.

Only Shan Wanjing, captivated by Han Xing's skillful techniques, was oblivious to

the duel between the two. Everyone else was completely focused on the battle.

Ouyang Xiyi roared and moved with lightning speed, dodging Ba Feng Han's longsword as

it came about ten feet to his left.

No one understood why he, known for his brute force, would adopt this strategy. Only a few experts, including Han Xing, Wang Tong, and

Wang Shichong . If Shan Wanjing were conscious, she

might have understood, but she was currently engrossed in Han Xing's skillful techniques and hadn't paid any attention to the duel.

Ouyang Xiyi possessed extremely rich experience; his dodge landed precisely where Ba Feng Han's blade was weakest, waiting for an opportunity

to counterattack.

Ba Feng Han shouted "Good!" and suddenly retreated.

Under the pull of their energies, the ancient sword in Ouyang Xiyi's hand transformed into a raging torrent of sword shadows, chasing

after them .

Ba Feng Han seemed to have foreseen this outcome, remaining as calm as a still, deep pool. His handsome face was serene,

and after retreating several feet, he quickly returned to parry with his sword.

His advance and retreat were as natural as the ebb and flow of the tide, possessing an innate quality that evoked

an indescribable and strange feeling.

Wang Tong and the others could no longer conceal the shock on their faces.

From the moment Ba Feng Han entered their ranks, they had sensed his extraordinary abilities, but they never imagined he would be

this .

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged three blows.

The sword light and saber aura enveloped an area of three feet in radius, and the onlookers instinctively tried to retreat as far away from this

breathtaking battlefield as possible.

Suddenly, Ba Feng Han narrowed his saber aura, focusing on a small space. With his strange footwork, he moved like a ghost amidst Ouyang

Xiyi turbulent, sweeping sword shadows.

At first glance, it seemed he was at a disadvantage, but those with keen insight, like Han Xing, knew this was actually the most brilliant strategy to counter Ouyang

Xiyi's fierce offensive.

It's important to understand that offensive moves are extremely draining of internal energy. If Ba Feng Han could prolong the current situation

, the moment Ouyang Xiyi was exhausted would be the moment Ba Feng Han could switch from defense to offense.

Of course, Ouyang Xiyi had accumulated over seventy years of internal energy, his meridians were vast, and Ba Feng Han might already be

dead before that point. But judging from his current ease and agility, no one dared to say that Ouyang

Xiyi, could kill him before that moment.

Wang Tong and Wang Shichong simultaneously rose to their feet, but were unable to intervene.

Ouyang Xiyi, focused and undistracted, unleashed three consecutive sword strikes, each targeting a different angle.

The force of the blows was unpredictable, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, making it difficult for anyone to withstand. Yet, Ba Feng Han wielded

his longsword , deflecting each attack, and his blade suddenly expanded, gaining a slight advantage and maintaining a balance.

Just then, a celestial melody from a flute began to play.

The flute's melody was incredibly wondrous, its pauses and variations unpredictable, appearing and disappearing amidst the clash of swords.

Its brilliance lay in the lack of a fixed melody, as if it were an impromptu creation. Incredibly, it blended seamlessly with the clash of

swords , the breaths between notes, the transitions between phrases

, all expressed through the flute's harmonious interplay. Even with interruptions, the listener felt only a lingering, unending, and poignant connection. Its

mastery of the flute had reached the pinnacle of flute playing.

As the flute's melody soared and generous, then fell into a mournful murmur, reaching infinite heights and endless depths, everyone

was captivated.

The two fighters in the arena lost their killing intent. After a feint, they stepped back and stood at attention to listen.

Shan Wanjing was momentarily jolted back to reality by Han Xing's formidable skills, but she was quickly captivated by the beautiful sound of

the flute .

The more melodious and delicate the flute music became, the more it condensed into a single thread, like a clear spring flowing gently through

every corner of the garden, like a spring on a rock in the forest. It was a sound right before her eyes, yet it also seemed to come from an infinite distance. That

ineffable, soul-stirring flute music transformed into a mysterious and solitary murmur that echoed throughout the world,

stirring up the deepest joys and sorrows in everyone's heart, and stirring up unbearable memories of the past.

Each person's soul, following the wisps of the flute's melody, the phoenix-like clear cry,

and the slowly flowing threads of emotion within, endlessly... Everyone felt light and ethereal, their worldly concerns gone, only

a sense of clarity and enlightenment, as if heaven and earth had merged into one. An extremely profound and mysterious feeling surged within each person's

heart , as if their bodies had vanished, unable to move, with only

the wisps of the flute's melody flowing from their hearts remaining between heaven and earth, their souls dancing with the phoenix's cry...

They didn't know when, but the flute's melody had stopped.

Yet, the people remained deeply immersed in the dissolution of their souls, unable to awaken.

Wang Tong, having long forgotten Ba Feng Han, his murderous intent vanished, and he raised his head in a mournful lament, his voice desolate: "Enough!

Enough! Having heard Qingxuan's music, I fear I will never hear such beautiful music again. Qingxuan's skill not only deeply inherited her mother's true teachings but

has even surpassed them. Wang Tong is utterly convinced."

Only then did the people realize the deep connection between Wang Tong and Shi Qingxuan. When he mentioned Shi Qingxuan's mother, his eyes welled

up with tears, and everyone guessed that there had been a tragic love affair that had no future.

Ouyang Xiyi's extremely powerful and imposing body trembled slightly, and a

tender look appeared in his usually fierce eyes. He said loudly, "Now that Qingxuan has arrived, why not show yourself and let your uncle see how much you resemble your

mother, Xiuxin?"

Ba Feng Han also praised loudly, "Hearing Miss's celestial voice is enough to make one risk one's life. If I could see Miss's

beautiful face again, I, Ba Feng Han, would die without regret!"

At this moment, his status had increased, and no one dared to blame him for his arrogant words.

Kou Zhong leaned close to Han Xing and said, "Master, weren't you going to apologize to Shi Qingxuan? Why didn't you try to

persuade her to stay?"

Han Xing shook his head and said, "It's no use trying to persuade her. She won't show herself in front of so many people. Let's

go after ."

Just as Han Xing finished speaking, a soft sigh came from the eaves, and a sweet,

gentle female voice, indescribable in words, entered the hall, saying, "It's better not to have met than to have met. Qingxuan has come

to play a tune for the two worldly masters on her mother's dying wish. Now that this matter is settled, Qingxuan will depart."

Upon hearing that the extraordinary fairy was leaving, everyone tried to persuade her to stay, quite anxiously.

"Ha! No time like the present!"

Han Xing shouted, and in a flash, he chased after her.

Ba Feng Han glanced at Han Xing's back, gritted his teeth, and leaped over the high wall like lightning, following Han Xing's

retreating figure.

"What about us?"

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling asked each other simultaneously.

Dan Wanjing stamped her foot as she watched Han Xing's retreating figure. Hearing Shuanglong's words, she glared at them and said, "

What else can we do! Chase after them!"

With that, she vanished.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling exchanged glances. It wasn't really their concern at this moment, but they still followed

suit .

The crowd was in utter chaos. Many highly skilled martial artists followed suit, leaping over the high walls and giving chase

. Many others had no idea where the mysterious and extraordinary woman was, simply joining the commotion and

rushing after her.

The master, Wang Tong, and Ouyang Xiyi exchanged bitter smiles, shaking their heads in silence.

Shi Qingxuan, having received the true teachings of Bi Xiuxin Shi Zhixuan's lightness skill and been trained by the now-godlike Han Xing, coupled with her own

aversion to fighting and her love for lightness skill, possessed astonishing lightness skills. Not only was her speed incredibly fast and her movements elusive, but her skill was also

enduring profound. She ran several miles at an extremely high speed without showing any signs of fatigue.

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