“Hmph!”
“Impossible.”
“This Chu Tianfan has a deep hatred with my teacher, and is an unending enemy of life and death with my Chu Clan.”
“How could our Tang family, how could we possibly have any connection with such a great devil?”
“I suppose that the timing came from imitating me after watching me perform it just now.”
“However, it is you who are superbly gifted and were able to learn my Tang Family’s Cloud Smoke Sword Skill with a single glance.”
“But in the end, it’s just a case of drawing a tiger from a cat and making a faux pas.”
Tang Yun shook her head fiercely, thinking this in her heart.
She wouldn’t believe that their Tang family would have any involvement or connection with Ye Fan.
She only thought that Ye Fan’s skills had been stolen from him today.
With this thought, the tremor in her heart then dispersed.
Since it was improvised and stolen, it would definitely not have any power.
Inevitably, it would be instantly defeated by one’s own swordplay.
But was that really the case?
Just as Tang Yun was thinking this, Ye Fan’s second and third swords had already chopped out one after another.
“How much hate is there in heaven and earth, the lonely voice in the night does not cry long.”
“Cloud Smoke Sword Skill’s second sword, Ice Heart!”
….
“Third sword, Green Dragon!”
…..
“Fourth Sword, Acacia!”
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~
Sword light was like water, sword flashes filled the sky.
The sound of that longitudinal sword chant resounded through the world.
It was as if a soaring dragon soared into the nine heavens, or like lovers, sharing their sorrow.
At first, when Tang Yun saw Ye Fan perform the Ice Heart Sword, she was quite calm.
However, when the third and fourth swords were used, Tang Yun’s complexion began to change.
Until, Ye Fan’s fifth sword, Wushuang, fell.
Tang Yun was finally no longer calm.
“This guy…”
“To think that he had practiced the fifth stance after just watching it once?”
“Is he a monster?”
Tang Yun’s heart could hardly remain calm.
One had to know that the Cloud Smoke Sword Skill, that was so difficult to understand.
Before, she had wanted to pa*s this sword technique to her disciple, Chu Qi Tian?
As a result, Chu Qi Tian had practiced for half a year, but he was unable to learn a single move.
But this man in front of her had used the fifth stance just by looking at it once.
Even if he was drawing a tiger from a cat, it was still surprising that he could draw it to such a level.
Tang Yun couldn’t help but be thankful.
Fortunately, this Chu Tianfan had not seen the Cloud Smoke Sword Skill before, and it was also fortunate that she had not performed it in front of him before.
Otherwise, if he had gone back and cultivated for three or five years, wouldn’t he, indeed, have been able to compete with himself?
The dragon swims in the four seas, the sword stabs the nine heavens.
Peerless true intent, pining for each other with sorrow.
When Tang Yun was surprised, Ye Fan had already cut out five swords in a row.
The endless sword qi was just like the rushing of a river and sea, heaving.
Just when Tang Yun thought that Ye Fan stealing five moves from himself would be the limit.
Who would have thought that Ye Fan, holding the Yunyang Ancient Sword, would swing his sword again.
The sword was like a swimming dragon, and his body was like a flying rainbow.
“Having had pain, one can only know the pain of all beings.”
“Having had attachments, there are no more attachments.”
“If one cultivates Buddha first, one cultivates the heart, one sword of wind and snow, one sword of ice!”
“The sixth sword of the Cloud and Smoke Sword Skill, Break your heart.”
As Ye Fan’s words fell, the Sword of Broken Intestines reappeared in the world.
However, it was different from the harsh and domineering Tang Yun’s sword technique.
Ye Fan’s sword was surprisingly feminine and poignant, carrying an endless amount of sentimentality.
Yes!
All these words used to describe people were, at this moment, used to describe Ye Fan’s sword.
“The wind is silent, the heart is like stopping water. Light has no shadow, the vertical sword has no constancy.
“Seventh sword, invisible!”
Another sword fell. The seventh sword, Formless, was also made by Ye Fan.
There was none of that domineering power of a thousand miles, let alone that majesty of galloping ten thousand miles.
In Ye Fan’s sword, there was only endless sorrow and melancholy.
It was as if, Ye Fan was not fighting.
Rather, he was telling a poignant love story.
Each sword move was a chapter in the story.
When all the sword strokes were united, it was the poignant and sad life of a pair of lovers.
Perhaps, they were infected by Ye Fan’s sword intent.
Unknowingly, all the people on the entire Cloud Top Mountain were left in tears.
In just seven short swords, for the crowd, it was almost as if they had seen all of life.
Love and sorrow, a hundred and one turns, a heartbreaking intent…
These were no longer swords.
Rather, it was a living human being.
Under Ye Fan, that Cloud Smoke Sword Skill had completely come to life.
As everyone was infected by Ye Fan’s sword intent, only the Sword Saint was roaring in anger.
“Nonsense!”
“Simply nonsense!”
“That’s not how swords are used.”
“Sword techniques are ruthless, how can they be urged by emotion?”
“You evil devil!”
“It’s a side path!”
“Chu Tianfan, Chu Tianfan, you are wise for a time, but confused for a moment.”
“You have been on the wrong path in swordplay from the very beginning.”
“You are bound to lose, bound to lose!”
What the Sword Saint feared most had happened.
The sword technique Ye Fan had performed was truly a sword of emotion.
However, this path of putting personal emotions and coalescing them into the sword technique was among the study of the sword dao, that was completely wrong, and it was simply impossible to display the strongest power of the sword.
It was a serious violation of the concept of sword dao cultivation!
Therefore, even though Ye Fan had used the seven sword strokes of the Cloud Smoke Sword Technique, the Sword Saint still could not see any hope.
He felt that Ye Fan was bound to lose.
Not only did the Sword Saint think so, but Tang Yun also thought so.
“Chu Tianfan, you have too much drama.”
“Sword techniques are used to, well, kill people.”
“Not for telling stories and drawing sympathy!”
“Your sword, from the very beginning, was doomed to failure.”
Although he was shocked at Ye Fan, who had actually used all seven sword stances of the Cloud Smoke Sword Skill.
However, to Tang Yun, these were only tremors.
In the end, it would not change any ending!
In Tang Yun’s opinion, so what if Ye Fan had learned them all?
The same sword technique, when used in different hands, would have a very different effect.
Just like now, it was the same seven sword stances.
But Ye Fan’s seven sword strokes were destined to be unbeatable.
Just like this, in the midst of Tang Yun’s confident gaze, the two identical sword techniques clashed wildly in full view of the public.
Tang Yun’s sword technique was overwhelming and domineering, and with just the first Wind Stream move, she broke Ye Fan’s five sword strokes in a row.
Seeing this, Tang Yun could not help but smile contemptuously.
“I thought that I would be able to break three of your swords with just one move.”
“It seems that this sword technique that you have imitated into is still somewhat powerful.”
“Surprisingly, it only managed to break three of your swords.”
“But that’s as far as it goes.”
Tang Yun smiled confidently.
After her first sword Wind Stream cut out, her second sword, Ice Heart, also arrived as expected.
With the two sword strokes combined, the momentum was like breaking bamboo, and then in an instant, she broke three more of Chu Lin’s sword strokes in quick succession.
Seven swords, six of which had already been broken!
“Really, still no good?”
The crowd on Genting Mountain could not help but shake their heads in loss and sigh in despair.
Gaia and the others were even ready to rush forward and save their master in the face of danger.
Chu Yuan even laughed in triumph, threatening that Ye Fan’s time of death had come!
The Sword Saint could not bear to look any further, he had said long ago that a heartless sword was the right way of the sword.
However, just when everyone thought that Ye Fan had lost this battle.
Instead, Ye Fan raised his head, looked at Tang Yun and smiled faintly.
“You have already lost six of your seven swords and are on the verge of death, why are you still smiling?” Tang Yun asked to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan said softly, “To defeat you, one sword is enough!”
Whoosh!
Ye Fan’s seventh sword, invisible, carried a majestic sword intent, carried the sorrow of longing, carried a thousand emotions, and finally cut down.
It was like the desperate strike of the heartbroken swordsman, before he died!
Although there was only one sword left.
But this one sword will cut through the world and cut through the ages!