Chapter 248: Chapter 247: Hard to Resist
Ye Fan struck with full force, reigniting his battle with Ouyang Feng for supremacy in the Sword Dao. He unleashed the swordsmanship he was most proud of.
"Dugu Nine Swords!" Ouyang Feng bellowed. In an instant, he leaped into the air, his figure splitting into countless dazzling shadows as an overwhelming murderous aura filled the sky.
This murderous aura did not belong to Ouyang Feng but to the Yuanhong Sword itself—an aura with the might of a thousand-man army.
Dugu Nine Swords! Ye Fan was instantly on guard. The Dugu Nine Swords was no ordinary technique; Ouyang Feng had once used the Dugu Sword Style to dominate the entire Sword Dao of the Divine Land.
BOOM!
He struck down from the sky. Shocked, Ye Fan swiftly counterattacked.
As their swords t, Ye Fan caught a clear view of Ouyang Feng’s technique. It was graceful yet powerful, with a deadly, treacherous undercurrent hidden within.
Subconsciously, Ye Fan thrust his Starry Sky Iron Stone Sword in front of his throat, neutralizing Ouyang Feng’s most powerful blow. However, he was still kicked away.
Ye Fan looked down at the Starry Sky Iron Sword in his hand and saw a new crack on its blade. He knew it would not last much longer and would soon shatter.
Therefore, he had to defeat Ouyang Feng before his sword broke. But Ouyang Feng was also on a tir; his peak combat power would only last for ten more minutes. Within those ten minutes, he had to kill not only the tenacious Ye Fan but also the Yan Clan Leader, an even more dangerous figure. The pressure on him was imnse.
He continued his charge toward Ye Fan, wielding the Dugu Nine Swords to perfection. Twice, Ye Fan failed to completely parry his Swordsmanship, receiving cuts on his shoulder and back. Only then did Ye Fan truly understand why Ouyang Feng was acknowledged as the world’s number one Swordsman. His strength was a perfect match for his skill.
The two continued their fierce battle, its intensity escalating to a fever pitch. Even Ouyang Feng, wielding the Yuanhong Sword, suffered setbacks at Ye Fan’s hands. But on the whole, Ye Fan’s situation was bleak. Ouyang Feng’s power far exceeded his expectations.
He glanced back and saw the Yan Clan Leader and the Great Elder of the Yan Clan leading their people against the enemy. They were paying no attention to his plight—or perhaps, they were deliberately ignoring it.
At the sa ti, the terrifying Ouyang Feng charged at him from behind.
With no other choice, Ye Fan gritted his teeth and surged forward, channeling his Inner Strength into the Starry Sky Iron Sword. He transford, becoming like a flood dragon as he charged toward Ouyang Feng.
Ouyang Feng sensed a great dragon approaching and instinctively swung his Yuanhong Sword to et it. With Yuanhong in hand, he feared no enemy.
The two swords collided.
CLANG!
The impact nearly tore the webbing of Ye Fan’s hand open. As Ouyang Feng watched him with a triumphant smirk, Ye Fan was struck by an ominous premonition.
The Starry Sky Iron Sword had shattered, yet there was not a single scratch on Ouyang Feng’s Yuanhong Sword. Without his weapon, Ye Fan had no confidence he could defeat an opponent wielding Yuanhong.
Ouyang Feng said with an air of arrogance, "Is this the extent of your strength? You disappoint
greatly. Did you really think a weapon forged from Starry Sky teorite could contend with Yuanhong?"
"Let
tell you, the Yuanhong Sword in my hand is the most terrifying sword in the world. Today, I will use Yuanhong to sever your head!"
Ouyang Feng had never felt so triumphant. His Yuanhong Sword could crush anything. At last, he would finally avenge his beloved son, Ouyang Ke.
In an instant, Ouyang Feng held the Yuanhong Sword before his eyes and taunted, "You are an unworthy Swordsman! Today, I will show you the true aning of being one!"
He then charged forward at his fastest speed, roaring, "A true Swordsman must first achieve resonance with his sword! That, combined with ceaseless practice, is what makes a true Swordsman! Did you think that just because you have a Starry Sky Fallen Sword, you are a Swordsman? You overestimate yourself."
He rushed toward Ye Fan, intent on killing him, ready to unleash the most powerful strike of the Dugu Nine Swords. The Sword Qi condensed to a single, sharp point—a terrifying thrust aid directly at the throat. Even from a great distance, Ye Fan could already feel the killing intent aid at his neck.
BOOM!
Ouyang Feng’s Yuanhong Sword descended.
The mont the Yuanhong Sword fell, Ouyang Feng burst into crazed laughter. He was certain Ye Fan’s life was over. Next, he would rely on Yuanhong’s sharp edge to eradicate the Yan Clan.
But at that mont, Ouyang Feng was stunned. His domineering, fierce strike had failed to kill Ye Fan, who was still standing there, perfectly fine. Ye Fan had caught the Yuanhong Sword with his bare hand, and blood from his palm was being sucked into the blade. The sight was horrifying and eerie.
The blade stopped just short of piercing Ye Fan’s throat. Ouyang Feng swiftly tried to thrust the sword forward, but Ye Fan seed prepared. Ouyang Feng could not budge him in the slightest.
"Although I haven’t traveled far on the path of the Sword Dao," Ye Fan declared, "I understand one principle: becoming a top-tier Swordsman isn’t about the quality of the sword at all!"
"The wielder is the true source of power! Do you think that just because you possess a Yuanhong Sword that can sunder heaven and earth, you’ve reached the Sword Dao Peak?"
"You haven’t!" Ye Fan bellowed.
At that mont, he gathered all his Pure Yang Power and lunged toward Ouyang Feng. Shocked, Ouyang Feng abandoned the Yuanhong Sword.
The mont Ye Fan grasped the Yuanhong Sword, he felt a powerful force pulling at his very soul and True Qi. The power was despairing and terrifying, threatening to devour him whole.
What a bizarre sword!
Ye Fan wanted to throw it away, but he found he could not. The Yuanhong Sword clung to him as if it were glued to his hand, utterly immovable.
At this, Ouyang Feng erupted into maniacal laughter. "Not just anyone can control Yuanhong, boy. How do you like the taste of it? It’s rapidly devouring your Life Force. You’re as good as dead!"
Ouyang Feng figured he did not even need to make a move anymore. Ye Fan had been possessed by Yuanhong. Soon, his Life Force would be completely drained by the sword.
Ye Fan also felt a wave of terror, but then he discovered that the Yuanhong Sword was not devouring his Life Force at all. On the contrary, it seed to be actively cooperating with him. He could feel the sword’s inner desire; it longed for him to wield it, to beco its master.
But Ye Fan had no desire to possess such a bizarre sword. The Yan Clan Leader had told him of its origins, so he was well aware of its history. In the depths of Qingyu Castle lay an Ancient Famous Sword. This Yuanhong Sword had existed since the Pre-Qin Period, and over thousands of years, it had been tainted by the blood of countless people, eventually giving rise to a Sword Spirit.
The Sword Spirit of Yuanhong could devour a person’s mind, enslaving Martial Artists to its will. The wielder would then beco a homicidal maniac, continuously collecting fresh human blood for the sword.
The Yan Clan Leader had been making preparations even before the great battle began, though Ye Fan had been unaware of what they were at the ti. Now, Ye Fan finally understood. The Yan Clan Leader also feared the Yuanhong Sword.
But if he did not claim Yuanhong, it would fall back into Ouyang Feng’s hands. With that sword, Ouyang Feng would be a terrifyingly powerful enemy.
Just then, an idea struck Ye Fan. He would heed Yuanhong’s desire and take control of the Yuanhong Sword
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