Chapter 6, Jinchan Road

Ye Feng has finally moved on

Suzhou is located in the southern region of the Yangtze River, renowned for its gardens, and is characterized by a dense flow of people and numerous roads. It is easy to speculate about the direction of the two individuals, especially considering that Ye Feng's choice to go to Qionglong Mountain is a risky move; who would have thought he would take the initiative to seek out the Blade King

He moved with an unusual gait, as if weaving through flowers and grass, swaying left and right, leaving Zhu Yanhong feeling dizzy just watching him

Ye Feng was astonished, unable to grasp the intentions of the Sword King any longer

Madam, do not take offense; we have yet to remove our masks, and the enemy may catch up with us at any moment

As the Sword King stated, this "凝变" must be filled with numerous feints, and one only needs to find the intersection of the real and the false. At the moment when the Sword King has exhausted his feints and has yet to unleash his real moves, inserting the blade at that precise moment will surely break this technique

This step seems to possess the momentum of a dragon and a tiger, exuding a heroic demeanor. It rises with vigor in the brief moment of tension between the two opposing sides, subtly embodying the power to swallow mountains and rivers.

In the eyes of men, in the eyes of her husband, she should be content, she should be happy, yet she knows all too well that she is not content at all, nor is she happy in the slightest

At this point, he was completely at a disadvantage

Are there no other enemies now

Cheng Yan was desperately trying to evade, her heart in a daze. It was clear that Wu Ming had been following Ye Feng and herself all along. Seeing Ye Feng leave, he finally emerged to trouble her: "You ungrateful scoundrel, where is my husband?"

Ye Feng's heart trembled: "What you mean, senior, is that life is not perfect and complete, and what we pursue is merely that elusive balance between perfection and the peak of prosperity and decline?"

A safe place

With a determined heart, she made an effort to open her eyes

Beneath the wings, the vast sky is embraced, and the elegant sentiment resides in the deep waves... Ye Feng lightly clapped his hands, his heart already following the melody and singing along.

Regardless of whether it is the distinguished family background, the benevolent father who is a learned scholar, the spirited husband, or the mischievous son, none of these can bring her genuine happiness. There is always a lack of that spark of passion in life that allows one to laugh with abandon, just as when faced with a table full of sumptuous feasts, there is always a missing cup of fine wine that warms the throat slowly.

The words of the Blade King hold great truth. If Ye Feng were to show any intention of retreat, the Blade King, despite being ruthless, would undoubtedly feel a twinge of reluctance in his heart under such circumstances, and his blade's momentum would inevitably diminish unconsciously. When facing an ordinary opponent, this is of no concern, but when encountering a master of the same caliber as Ye Feng, if the old blade fails to strike Ye Feng, the momentum of the blade would falter, rendering it unable to withstand Ye Feng's instinctive counterattack after being hit. The most likely outcome would be mutual destruction. When facing an ordinary opponent, this is of no concern, but when encountering a master of the same caliber as Ye Feng, if the old blade fails to strike Ye Feng, the momentum of the blade would falter, rendering it unable to withstand Ye Feng's instinctive counterattack after being hit. The most likely outcome would be mutual destruction.

Ye Feng and Zhu Yanhong had just reached the summit when suddenly the light dimmed before them. The last trace of the setting sun finally faded on the surface of the lake, and a nearly full moon was reflected in the water, rippling amidst the green mountains and clear waters, gently undulating.

Ye Feng let out a breath, knowing that the Blade King had already guessed who that person was, and in that moment, his heart was filled with a sense of mutual understanding and connection

Ye Feng was deeply shocked and did not respond, merely holding his sword and giving a slight bow

Wuming saw that Zhu Yanhong had a dignified expression, yet he did not dare to approach her easily. He had witnessed Ye Feng leaving from a distance and guessed that he was going to Suzhou to gather information. Since it was still early, there was no rush to capture the beauty he had long been interested in. With a quick thought, he asked, "Madam, do you not wish to see Ye Feng one more time?"

The Blade King's strike was peculiar; when the unaging blade approached Ye Feng, it suddenly slowed down just a fraction, yet did not retract its move. Instead, it allowed the force of the blade to linger, poised to strike yet unstruck, exhibiting an extreme agility. It was imbued with a sense of vastness, ease, freedom of expression, and a transcendence untouched by the mundane.

At the summit of Qionglong Mountain, the two most renowned swordsmen in the martial world meet. Who will prevail over whom

Zhu Yanhong sighed inwardly, recalling her own feelings, and a sense of sorrow suddenly arose. Every day, as she sought gaps to gaze at the sky, did she not feel the melancholy of having no one to understand her heart? Even if at this moment she were to stroll hand in hand with him, filled with joy, it would merely be a fleeting moment, akin to that which brings sorrow to millions with a gentle touch. In the future, separation and parting are inevitable... ultimately, there is no way to linger even slightly.

Zhu Yanhong's voice resonated from the side: "Beauty is merely a superficial thing. The so-called timeless beauties, like the setting sun over the lotus hat, ultimately amount to nothing more than the fleeting beauty of youth and the distant return of the green mountains. What can truly remain eternally beautiful in the heart is only the deeply etched memories of a moment!"

Ye Feng remained silent, raising his eyes to gaze at the Blade King, quietly awaiting the next words.

Upon recalling the name of the person he respects the most in this life, Ye Feng's heart surged with emotion as he let out a long howl, the sound reverberating through the mountains for a full half of an incense stick's duration before he finally fell silent

Despite his always grand demeanor and spirited appearance, there are times when she feels he is still a child, a child who hides a heart full of sorrow yet strives to put on a brave face.

However ... ...

Yet Ye Feng remained completely unaware, continuing to stride forward with great steps

The King of Swords gazes at the sky filled with stars, uttering a line from a remarkable speech: "Do you know what beauty is?"

Ye Feng smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, senior, I have harbored a deep-seated grudge since childhood. I wished to master extraordinary skills, but I had no teacher to guide me. Later, by chance, I encountered a great master who taught me internal skills, which rekindled my desire for revenge." He seemed to recall the past and sighed deeply, "That great master, however, firmly refused to allow me to call him my teacher, and he forbade me from mentioning his name. I hope senior can understand."

Every movement of the King of Swords seems to carry a peculiar rhythm, as if striking a beat in the murmuring mountain wind, softly chanting, singing, and dancing

Ye Feng smiled and said: "Entering the gap without a blade, it seems that the junior has stumbled upon this move by accident."

Ye Feng glanced at Zhu Yanhong out of the corner of his eye and asked, "Where is Lord Lei?"

At this moment, it is just dawn, yet the shops and households in the town have risen quite early. They found an inn and requested a room on the upper floor

Ye Fengyan's expression turned serious as he took half a step back. His right hand remained gripping the hilt of the Broken Sky Blade, yet he had no intention of drawing the sword; instead, he purely assumed a defensive stance

The King of Swords felt a surge of ambition within his heart, letting out a long howl as he summoned forth the power he had cultivated over forty years: the technique of "Condensation Transformation" erupted in full force around Ye Feng, compressing towards him like a millstone grinding beans.

Ye Fengdao: "When I was young, I worked as a book servant for others, which is why I have a slight understanding of lyrics and music."

Good! The Sword King, having exhausted his move, retreated to his original position and praised, "In my forty years of dominance in the martial world, you are the first person who could break one of my moves without drawing your sword."

That voice laughed heartily, the laughter echoed thunderously in the valley: "Come, come, let me take a good look at the Broken Sky Blade this time!"

The figure of the Blade King moved around Ye Feng in an unpredictable manner, suddenly drawing his blade, yet stopping short after a light test. There was not a single feint, nor was there a strike that exhausted its force. The intent of the blade was tightly locked onto Ye Feng, and he shouted, "The interplay of the real and the false, the dynamic and the static, the continuous and the intermittent, the striking and the subduing, is precisely the essence of this move 'Condensation and Transformation'. Do you understand, boy?"

The Sword King sighed: "On that day, when you struck the skeleton of the Pointing River with a single blow, as I was an outsider, a bystander, I was able to see it clearly. That strike was born of the heart, a perfect blend of hardness and softness, yet there was not even a fraction of assurance in achieving victory."

Ye Feng's eyes flashed with divine light: "Have you been well, King of Swords?"

Six, a lifetime of seeking pleasure

Zhu Yanhong originally intended to tease him by asking whether he was also concerned about Shen Qianqian's whereabouts, but for reasons unknown—perhaps due to the uncertainty surrounding Lei Nu's fate—she ultimately did not utter a single word. Instead, she gazed blankly at Ye Feng, revealing a somewhat bittersweet smile, and then turned to leave.

The ghostly figure, known as the most formidable assassin of the century, has already been taken into the residence of General Ming, despite its solitary nature.

Haha, you were really convincing just now; I truly thought you were captivated by him

Four, one strike, one rhythm

In late autumn, the smoke is quiet, and the rain is slightly cool. The precarious pavilion offers a beautiful view, with fine trees and tall bamboos surrounding the returning pond... Ye Feng steals a glance and sees Zhu Yan's cheeks slightly flushed, her beauty almost dripping in the gentle tones that flow through the thin twilight...

Reflecting on the fact that I have become a wife and a mother, I clearly should not be so emotionally stirred, yet I find myself unable to restrain my feelings, much like a young girl waiting in her boudoir. If I were to part ways with him in the future, I fear I would never be able to forget him for the rest of my life. In these more than twenty years, I have never experienced such a state of anxiety over gain and loss. This feeling is truly unforgettable.

Wuming has said so much, waiting for this fleeting opportunity. The wine cup slipped from his hand, striking the hilt of the Qiusi sword. Zhu Yanhong's hand went weak, and the Qiusi sword flew out of her grasp. In her ears, she could still hear Wuming's hearty laughter: "Madam, do not be anxious, I will ensure that you will wish for death in no time..."

However, the momentum of the Knife King is like the waves of the sea surging and crashing onto the shore, even though one wave splashes and disappears among the sand and stones, another wave immediately follows in pursuit, endlessly.

Doesn't the King of Swords want to kill you

Li Qingsheng always places too much trust in deceptive techniques such as the Crying Spirit and the Soul Illumination methods. If it were solely based on genuine martial arts skills, I would certainly not have won so easily

Ye Feng focused intently on breaking the move, yet his mind was clear and serene.

Ye Feng still does not know whether the Blade King is an enemy or a friend, but he always feels a sincere devotion from the bottom of his heart, solely focused on pursuing martial arts, which stirs a sense of respect within him: "The Blade King insists on summoning the younger generation to the mountain, I wonder what guidance he has to offer"

Two, a cup brings joy

Of course, it is when a knife is held in the hand of the Knife King

Ye Feng gently patted Zhu Yanhong's shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the nameless throat, and said calmly: "I already knew you were following me, which is why I deliberately returned to Suzhou to draw you out, yet I still did not expect that the dignified nameless under the general's command would disguise himself as a hotel attendant, almost allowing you to succeed."

That is no longer merely the act of wielding a knife, but rather a kind of devotion akin to offering one's life to the grand halls and temples

The young man, with his eyes darting around, said: "I come to pay my respects to the Sword King on the orders of the Water Steward." It is quite remarkable that he refers to himself as a junior in front of Ye Feng, who is of a similar age.

"There is no need to move the boat to drink wine, for the green mountains and clear waters are already there, resembling the picturesque Xiang River..." Ye Feng's gaze fell upon the scar on Zhu Yanhong's left cheek... He hated himself for not being able to protect her safety in time. Coupled with the sight of the beautiful person gracefully moving beside him, her soft whispers and gentle singing nearby, a surge of countless feelings of affection welled up in his heart, both melancholic and liberating, a myriad of thoughts arose...

The Blade King said proudly: "Young Brother Ye, you may not be aware that for the past twenty years, I have devoted my heart and mind to the art of the blade, creating seven techniques. This move is called 'Youjian', and it is indeed the origin of these seven techniques. The fact that you can see through the intent of the blade and evade it with composure is already enough for me to commend you.

The King of Swords shook his head: "Old man does not look at your sword merely to repay a favor, but rather for another purpose. Young brother Ye, would you be willing to listen as I elaborate on the reasons behind this?"

From childhood to adulthood, from a young girl in a blue shirt to a woman adorned with hairpins, there have always been people who cherished her, cared for her, obeyed her, and flattered her. Yet, for some reason, she remains unhappy

The cloth is spread, and the knife is revealed

Zhu Yanhong retorted, "You shut your mouth!"

Ye Feng also laughed heartily: "To be able to compete with my senior for seven moves is precisely what I have longed for."

When she saw him, she knew that this imposing man could be the first stone cast into the lake of her heart. Perhaps it would sink without a trace, perhaps it would create gentle ripples, but regardless, she was willing to use his impact to shatter the stillness that had persisted in her life for over twenty years

She wonders if Ye Feng would have taken the initiative to seek out the Blade King, Qin Kong, if it were not for her own sake

Ye Fengxin thought to himself that if Shui Zhihan knew he had come here, even if Zhu Yanhong entrusted herself to the Knife King, it might not guarantee her safety. He was contemplating his next plan and casually replied, "I have my own ideas. Brother San, are you not afraid of me changing my mind if you do not leave now?"

She thought of her husband, whose life hung by a thread, of her son, who was just beginning to speak, of her elderly father with white hair, and of her own wasted youth over the past half of her life

The scene of that moment was deeply etched in Zhu Yanhong's mind, intertwining into a haze of confusion, like a splendid fall, dissipating into smoke, everything merely a backdrop of illusionary demise

Ye Feng walked up to the Blade King without any reservations, standing side by side. He was immediately astonished to find that what appeared to be a sheer cliff in front of him actually had an iron chain stretching across, extending into the mist-shrouded void, the destination unknown.

Three, a melody, a tenderness

The King of Swords smiled faintly, showing no displeasure, and continued as if nothing were amiss: "Among the renowned sects in the martial world, the Flying Leaf Flowing Flower of the Hainan Falling Flower Palace belongs to hidden weapons, while the renowned skill of Wushuang City is the Sky-Mending Needle. Even the most secretive of the four great families in the martial world, such as the Drunken Joy Palm of the Dots of Insight Pavilion, the Flower-Breaking Hand of the Fluttering Building, the Entangled Thoughts of the Gentle Village, and the Thunderbolt Skill of the Hero's Tomb, are not martial arts that are famous for their swords. Therefore, when considering the vastness of the martial world, the only heroes known solely for their swordsmanship are myself and you!"

Ye Feng sighed inwardly, knowing that the old man before him regarded the "blade" as the most important thing in life, which is why he lamented so deeply at the decline of the swordsmanship.

Qionglong Mountain is located sixty li southwest of Suzhou, adjacent to Taihu Lake

The King of Swords nodded with a smile, while Zhu Yanhong appeared to be deep in thought

That is a matter for you men

The Blade King stood still, a smile escaping from the corner of his mouth: "You were able to discern the strongest aspect of my move 'Void' at that critical moment, resolving it through a head-on clash. Truly, it is worthy of the name 'Shattering Void'"

Ye Feng admired him in his heart. It is well known that in the martial world, inquiring about the origins of others' sects is a serious taboo, let alone probing into the origins of the Suikong Blade, which no one knows about. The Blade King asked this question, clearly indicating his obsession with blades, completely oblivious to any taboos, and his inquiry came out as naturally as an ordinary question, without a hint of hesitation.

As the King of Swords stood in a daze, Ye Feng's strike was like a celestial horse galloping through the sky, devoid of any trace of mundane energy. The subsequent movements were elusive and seemingly useless, yet he knew he could not allow the momentum of the blade to unfold freely. He had no choice but to draw his sword and meet it head-on.

The King of Swords suddenly sprang into action

The Blade King did not show any signs of movement; merely taking a step brought him swiftly before Ye Feng. The ageless blade traced an arc through the air, descending like lightning in a head-on strike

Leaf Wind

Ye Feng's lofty spirit surged within him: "I, a junior, have come to Wangxin Peak to showcase my sword to the Sword King, and moreover, I am very eager to see the ageless blade of my esteemed senior"

Ye Feng was startled awake by the words, and with the Sword King's personal instruction, he immediately grasped the essence of this sword technique "Ning Bian". Although he understood it conceptually, he was still at a loss as to how to counter this move, and thus could only hold onto his inner strength and defend desperately.

Ye Feng has left

The Sword King exerted force from his left foot as a pivot, and his body spun open like a top in the opposite direction. His right foot narrowly avoided the shattered scabbard, but the incoming strike lost its accuracy, gliding past Ye Feng's ear at an angle.

Ye Feng smiled faintly: "In my eyes, there is only the noble character of Wangxin Peak, and there are no predecessors!"

Listening to the calls of the doves, they urge me on. I advise you not to hesitate by the roadside, for the shy and delicate fear the gaze of others.

He just wants to see my knife

Upon arriving, he first bowed deeply. Although he tried hard to appear natural, he was shocked inside, lacking even half of his usual composure, and stammered, "I have come to meet Hero Ye and Lady Lei."

It is to unsheathe the sword, not to draw the sword

The King of Swords then gazed at the location of the iron chain: "That is where it is."

These few sentences stirred Ye Feng's deep aspirations, and coupled with Zhu Yan's soft words and the gentle singing of the Tan tune, it made the knots in his heart even harder to untie, leaving him wanting to let out a long howl to express his feelings

Ye Feng furrowed his brows and said, "Please enlighten me, senior."

In that moment, in Zhu Yanhong's eyes, there were many slow and turbulent fragments. In the twilight, the Leaf Wind and the Blade King resembled two fleeting shadows. She widened her eyes, yet could only see the figure illuminated by the lightning-like blade light, becoming faster and more urgent.

Ye Feng sensed the slightest hesitation from the Sword King several times, yet he understood that it was merely a bait to lure him into making a move. How could he dare to take the risk

"You shut your mouth!" Zhu Yanhong felt a deep bitterness in her heart. Although she knew that the nameless words were all true, and that she and Ye Feng were innocent, each word still struck her heart. Taking a long breath, she gritted her silver teeth, exerted strength in her hands, and was about to take her own life right there. However, she had always been delicate, and at this moment, even though she was determined to die, her hands could not help but tremble.

Perhaps, life is merely a pursuit of pleasure, where smoke and wind intertwine in a moment, and what resonates is but a faint spark.

Unexpectedly, it all struck at empty space

Even if he kills me, I can guarantee that he will definitely protect the lady

Since that day by the stove, a subtle and indescribable feeling has quietly spread between the two of them, with some polite gestures of thanks, as well as a mutual smile of understanding; there is a vast distance like the Milky Way, yet also an unspoken agreement that is merely a thread apart

Ye Feng, upon hearing San Fu's insincere words, and having already contemplated the possible outcome in his heart, shouted: "San, do you want to bet on how many times I need to strike you before you tell the truth?"

Zhu Yanhong let out a startled exclamation of "Ah!" Ye Feng wanted to reach out to support her, but he saw that although her entire body was trembling violently, she still stood firmly in place, her delicate figure slightly quivering incessantly.

There is no temple on the mountaintop, only a simple thatched cottage. In front of the cottage, there is no one around, only the sound of weary birds softly chirping as they return to their nests, the gentle murmur of the spring water, and the refreshing fragrance of the grass wafting towards me

The mountain wind blows fiercely, nearly making it difficult to stand. The Sword King, with his head full of white hair, sways with the wind, exuding an unparalleled sense of ease and grace.

In the midst of contemplation, a flash of blade light appeared, and the Shattered Sky Blade finally unsheathed, heading straight for the Ageless Blade, while the scabbard continued to dart towards the right foot of the Blade King

Ye Feng felt that at this moment, he was in perfect harmony with the Blade King, and could not help but smile as he said: "It seems that the Blade King no longer needs to observe the blade of the younger generation."

The intent of the blade traverses the void, the energy of the blade sweeps across the sky, the wind of the blade rushes through the air, the light of the blade shatters the emptiness

Ye Feng let out a long sigh and lowered his head in silence

The rain gradually turns finer, gently falling among the grass and trees by the roadside, sometimes rustling, sometimes drizzling

Once the melody has ended, its essence lingers on, endlessly resonating, gradually rising and receding in the secluded mountains and empty valleys, captivating the heart.

The King of Swords seemed to sense something as he turned his head, directly meeting Ye Feng's gaze. He broke into a hearty smile, and his stern face instantly revealed a sense of grandeur, as if the fog had cleared to reveal a bright sky: "You have arrived!"

The King of Swords laughed heartily, and the ageless blade swiftly struck out

Ye Feng shouted loudly, swiftly thrusting the Broken Sky Blade forward, relying entirely on a transcendent intuition, confronting strength with strength, simplifying the complex, and countering the skillful with the clumsy. After five transformations, he finally blocked the edge of the Eternal Blade...

Zhu Yanhong could no longer endure such subtlety, and broke the silence by saying: "Seeing the beautiful scenery here, I momentarily lost my composure and sang, which must have amused Young Master Ye."

Zhu Yanhong was already terrified, and at this moment, she could no longer hold back a gasp, covering her eyes with both hands, as if everything would not happen as long as she could not see it

The Sword King was even more shocked; he had devoted over twenty years on the Forgotten Heart Peak, focusing solely on the way of the sword. The Seven Techniques of Forgotten Heart were indeed the culmination of his lifelong martial arts. Although there were only seven techniques, their variations were countless, and they were by no means inferior to any swordsmanship in the world.

The King of Blades' body technique transformed once more, as his slender figure suddenly stood still like a rock, the ageless blade guarding his chest, his piercing gaze fixed on Ye Feng: "You may attack me with one move and see what happens."

Upon seeing the still bleeding wound on Ye Feng, and then looking up at his slender wrist peeking out from his sleeve, it resembled a thin poem, a rough painting, as if the ink had dried and the brushstrokes revealed a distinct vein. For some reason, a gentle pain stirred within Zhu Yanhong's heart.

Ye Fengchang performed a bow and said, "As a junior, I find it difficult to restrain my emotions at this moment. Please, senior, continue speaking."

Even if that knife is merely a piece of rusted iron from a thousand years ago, even if that knife is simply a wooden tool that has not been forged through hammering!

Ye Feng smiled and clasped his hands in greeting

Only when both sides exert their full strength, and if they can truly reach a state of equal power, will they gradually dissolve each other's intent to fight in the face of mutual confrontation, striving for a situation of neither victory nor defeat

The Blade King shook his head: "Under the pressure of my 'Seven Styles of Forgetting the Heart', no one dares to hold back their full strength. However, those who wield a blade place the utmost importance on the intent of the blade, and at this moment, you possess no killing intent in your blade. In a situation where life and death can be decided at any moment, this is akin to courting death."

Ye Feng suddenly came to a halt, and Zhu Yanhong, caught off guard, had just taken a step forward when Ye Feng swiftly caught her and pulled her back forcefully. In that moment, her heart was in turmoil, unsure of how to respond

Ye Feng heard about many renowned figures in the martial world, and with the Sword King intentionally placing the Heart Returning Sword of Bei Xue Xue Fen Fei at the end, his words were not without reverence. Ye Feng realized that he had guessed correctly that it was Bei Xue Xue Fen Fei who had selflessly opened his meridians and transmitted the skills to him

The King of Swords did not respond, instead he smiled coldly and slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly unsheathed the sword from his back

Ye Feng still felt the fierce wind from the Blade King's powerful strike sweeping past his brow, the roots of his hair also being tugged painfully: "Senior, this move is too domineering; if it is not countered with an extraordinary technique, I fear it will end in bloodshed."

The King of Swords laughed heartily: "What a splendid Broken Sky Blade, what a remarkable unarmed entry into the void! I shall name these seven strikes 'The Seven Forms of Forgetting the Heart', as they represent the essence of my lifelong swordsmanship. If you can withstand these seven strikes, I will immediately concede defeat."

The King of Swords clapped his hands and laughed heartily: "What a remarkable Broken Sky Blade! At such a young age, you are able to take the heavens and the earth as your teachers. It is indeed worth my high regard for you."

A flash of divine light appeared in the eyes of the Sword King, and this step perfectly embodied the meaning of "condensed transformation" with its interplay of motion and stillness. Even with his abilities, he had no choice but to slightly retreat half a step to maintain the optimal distance for attacking Ye Feng.

Zhu Yanhong exclaimed: "It is truly unexpected that Young Master Ye once worked as a book servant."

Zhu Yanhong was completely unaware of Ye Feng's feelings, gazing at the beautiful distant mountains, softly singing the last line: "Do not ask about the intentions of life, there are other good thoughts to ponder"

Haha, do you trust the King of Swords so much

The summit of Qionglong Mountain rises majestically to a height of over one hundred zhang, with tall trees and lush grass swaying in the wind, accompanied by the gentle sound of unseen mountain springs flowing. From a distance, the grandeur of Taihu Lake unfolds before the eyes, yet it remains partially obscured, appearing and disappearing within the mist.

The King of Swords exclaimed: "You are mistaken. If you intentionally hold back, I too will be unable to fully wield my sword intent. At that time, I fear that both you and I may perish here together"

Not bad

Step by step, with composure

In a flurry of thoughts, Zhu Yanhong's face instantly turned crimson, her heart filled with both shyness and joy, a tumult of emotions stirring within her.

Under the guidance of the Blade King and the immense pressure of the Eternal Blade, Ye Feng's potential was fully unleashed

A trace of melancholy flickered in the eyes of the King of Swords: "Beauty has no substance, nor any standard; everything is felt from the heart. Just as in the eyes of the Buddha and Dao, a beautiful face in the mundane world is nothing more than a foul skin bag, and the profound enlightenment seen by the Buddha and Dao is but a dream spoken by a fool to ordinary people"

Ye Feng felt a stir in his heart and attempted to withdraw his mind from the battle, completely forgetting his own existence

Ye Feng nodded: "Perhaps it is precisely because the knife is the most common weapon in the martial world, with numerous schools of thought, that it leads people to seek various skills and prevents them from specializing, which is why it is difficult to achieve great success."

Ye Feng took three steps back, just managing to dissipate a strike that contained the accumulated power of the Blade King’s forty years of skill. His blood surged in his chest, and he realized that his own power was significantly inferior to that of the Blade King. While he could compensate for his shortcomings against other opponents through variations in technique, facing a master of swordsmanship like the Blade King, whose skills were not inferior to his own, left him with a high likelihood of defeat

Draw your sword

The ancient-style knife seemed to come to life as it leaped into the right hand of the Knife King. The Knife King stepped back three paces, his gaze fixed firmly on Ye Feng, and took a deep breath: "Do you know that there can only be one Knife King in this world?"

The King of Swords was momentarily taken aback, then slapped his thigh, his eyes filled with a complex expression: "Good! Good! Good!"

I can walk by myself

This strike, imbued with an unstoppable momentum that spans the vast sky, represents the pinnacle of his martial prowess. Even with the capabilities of the Blade King, if not for having fought fiercely for an extended period, reaching a peak state of essence, spirit, and energy, it is feared that he would also be unable to withstand this strike, which is unleashed only when one is driven to desperation, with no retreat, and a willingness to sacrifice everything.

The nameless figure remained motionless in place, a streak of red in the throat slowly expanding, blood gushing forth, the hand weakly pointing at Ye Feng, unable to utter a single word

This seemingly light strike is, in terms of momentum, remarkably fierce

The nameless throat clucked and rattled, finally collapsing to the ground, never to rise again

The Eternal Blade descended from the heavens like a spell from the ancient desolation, directly cleaving towards Ye Feng's crown

Ye Feng gazed at the unnamed figure and said proudly: "I, Ye Feng, have always employed any means necessary to deal with generals. Is it not too late for you to realize this now, brother!"

Who else could appear at such opportune moments, elusive and mysterious, but Ye Feng?

The King of Swords laughed heartily: "Haha, good lad, my path is not lonely!"

She has always been a lady, and at this moment, in this small shop with shadowy wooden walls and thoughts separated by windows, when her husband's fate is uncertain and the future is unclear, she suddenly desires to get drunk once, to pour that pungent liquid into her troubled heart, allowing the fragrant pleasure to untangle the knots within her.

Ye Feng's body trembled slightly; although his swordsmanship was self-taught, he had comprehended it through the natural way of heaven. With just a slight guidance from the Sword King, he immediately grasped the subtleties within.

The Blade King seemed to understand what Ye Feng was thinking, and patted him on the shoulder, to which Ye Feng responded calmly

Can the unsheathed Fragmented Void Blade withstand the full force of the Everlasting Blade, which is charged with momentum?

The scattered thoughts returned, and I never expected to escape so easily. Doubts still lingered in my heart, and I cautiously probed, saying: "The Blade King is indeed bound by the agreement with Chief Shui and is about to emerge from the mountains to trouble Hero Ye. If Hero Ye intends to ascend Forgetting Heart Peak, I fear..."

Ye Feng smiled faintly and gazed into the depths of the clouds: "I, a junior, come from the northern frontier, where the desert, the Gobi, the grasslands, and the sunlight are all my teachers"

Is the beauty in the heart of the elderly so simple?

Now, having just completed the fifth form "Ning Bian", Ye Feng remains extremely vigilant. Even if he slightly falls behind, he still does not show any signs of defeat. Judging solely by the swordsmanship, he truly cannot gain even the slightest advantage.

Water knows cold, yet it ultimately did not anticipate that I would act in reverse; there should be no ambush.

That ... ...

After leaving the boundaries of Suzhou, Ye Feng turned northward. Zhu Yanhong reminded him whether he had taken a wrong turn, but Ye Feng only smiled and did not respond

The King of Swords was perplexed, wondering if he allowed Ye Feng's sheath to make contact, even if it meant sacrificing one of his own feet, the old blade would still come with force, and it was likely to split Ye Feng in half! What was the intention behind Ye Feng's move?

Ye Feng's full-force strike missed its target, and he could no longer control his momentum, propelling himself forward another half step. He thought to himself that it was not good, and at that moment, his body had been influenced by the Blade King, nearly losing its balance, leaving him with no strength to counter!

The King of Swords, however, is not answering the question: "Since ancient times, the sword has been regarded as the king of all weapons. However, looking at the present martial world, there are countless strange weapons and unusual tools emerging. Although many people use swords, how many true masters are there?"

The Sword King proudly declared: "This move is called 'No Regrets', transforming oneself into nothingness, turning nothingness into existence, coexisting with heaven and earth. I do not boast, but if I were to purely adopt a defensive stance, there would be no more than five people in the world capable of approaching me."

Ye Feng struck once and then retreated, his mind returning to its usual state

The blade's light illuminated the somber twilight, and in an instant, it seemed as though the entire world was frozen in time, with the vast sky holding its breath in response

A wondrous sensation enveloped me, as I felt my feet pressing against the damp, tender grass beneath. A cool, refreshing feeling surged up from the soles of my feet, as if the ground beneath me were a living entity. My body suddenly brimmed with boundless energy

A commanding voice descended from the peak: "Since Ye Feng has arrived, I will never let him leave. Please inform Master Shui that ten days later, he may come to collect Ye Feng's corpse!"

The Knife King first gently held the burden on his back in his hands, keeping his left hand steady while slowly unwrapping the layers of oilcloth with his right hand.

The King of Swords narrowed his eyes and said: "In my eyes, there are only good swords and bad swords, not seniors and juniors"

The legendary sword that established the reputation of the Sword King over the years is precisely named "The Eternal Blade"

A person appeared before Zhu Yanhong with a cheerful smile, raising a wine glass to his lips and exaggeratedly pretending to drink it all in one gulp. With his right hand, he first wiped the Qiu Si sword on Wuming, then handed it to Zhu Yanhong, saying: "Madam, you have been startled..."

The Knife King nodded slightly: "This is merely one of the reasons, but it is by no means the most important reason"

The King of Swords spoke to Zhu Yanhong, yet his gaze was fixed intently on Ye Feng: "Why must it be so complicated? Spring comes and winter goes, flowers wither and bloom, yet there is only one peak moment. The bud waiting to bloom is the most enticing for one's imagination; only after it bursts forth on the branches and eventually falls and withers does one realize that everything is merely this, nothing more than this."

The sudden tremor struck, and my knees weakened, nearly causing me to kneel down. A glimmer of hope still lingered in my heart as I trembled and said: "It is true that Miss Shen has been captured, and Lord Lei has met with a calamity..."

Ye Feng inquired: "What will happen a few years later?"

Where is safe

The Sword King smiled calmly as if he could see through Ye Feng's thoughts: "You need not belittle yourself; I have exerted all my strength in these three strikes, and to attack again would be a case of wanting to but being unable to."

At this moment, Ye Feng felt a sense of tranquility in his heart, walking with composure

That layer of oilcloth is already old, and there is quite a bit of dust in the crevices, indicating that it has not been opened for many years

This strike is once again different from the previous two; the blade moves with a light and graceful elegance, flowing seamlessly with the body. The trajectory of the blade winds endlessly like flowing water, inexhaustible and continuous. One strike seems to transform into countless others, slicing from various angles.

A spider hung down from the ceiling, proudly suspended in mid-air, when suddenly it seemed startled and quickly climbed back up along its silk...

Ye Feng smiled silently, savoring the subtlety of the melody

Zhu Yanhong covered her mouth and smiled: "This song is 'Shui Diao Ge Tou' by the Song dynasty poet Yin Zhu. Young Master Ye need not be modest; someone of your caliber, a master of both literature and martial arts, is truly astonishing!"

The entire summit is as if it were a peach blossom paradise that has just been opened for the first time, silent and devoid of human presence, leaving one in doubt between reality and illusion

She turned over and got out of bed, took a copper mirror, and the ugly scar immediately came into her view. The already scabbed wound was surrounded by dark red blood vessels, resembling the antennae of some insect; the exposed muscle was torn, ... like a grinning mouth, malicious and sinister ...

Yet, a cold voice from Ye Feng drifted into the ear: "Come out!"

Both individuals were taken aback, their gazes meeting, and they could not help but burst into laughter

Isn't it possible to be more at ease

With the nameless one deceased, both individuals felt a sense of great relief in their hearts, and they proceeded towards the direction of Qionglong Mountain in the southwest of Suzhou City.

That was when the Broken Sky Blade had yet to be unsheathed

He is thinking, if this journey can never be completed, if he could just carry her along this seemingly endless road, regardless of the dense trees and tall grass around them, regardless of the flowing vehicles and riders beside them, and simply step by step tread through the cycles of honor and disgrace, fortune and misfortune, would that not allow him to be more carefree

Five, a blade and a void.

A nameless figure rushed forward, reaching out to seize the Qiusi Sword

Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged as he pondered and said: "Is it possible that the senior is dissatisfied with my failure to exert my full strength?"

Zhu Yanhong said: "According to what the elder said, is it not that everything is an illusion, everything is empty, and that there is no beauty in this world?"

Ye Fengxin had an epiphany; his swordsmanship was a profound understanding of the heavenly principles, pure and natural, yet lacking theoretical guidance. At this moment, the Sword King was gradually leading him to take the first step on the path of the sword

Zhu Yanhong felt a surge of compassion in her heart as she saw his hair disheveled by the mountain wind. She longed to smooth it down with her hand, yet she dared not do so. She could only hear her own heart racing, and suddenly realized, could it be that she had already fallen for him? Although she knew she might not be worthy of him, she still found herself irresistibly moved by his charm throughout their journey together.

As they were about to enter a small town, Ye Feng set Zhu Yan Hong down: "For today, let us stay at the inn and rest for half a day. Tomorrow, we shall continue our journey."

A flash of sword light, and the nameless one stood firm on the spot

Qionglong Mountain is located by the shores of Taihu Lake. Since ancient times, Taihu Lake has been known as the land of fish and rice in the Jiangnan region, self-sufficient and free from worries about food and clothing. The people here have a calm demeanor, embodying a scene of peace and prosperity, making it hard to recall any thoughts of war and chaos.

Moreover, the Sword King does not strike with full force in any of his moves, thus expending very little energy, while Ye Feng, overwhelmed in his response, is bound to exhaust himself first

Scattered and disheveled, the body was covered in broken branches and fallen leaves, in a state of utter disarray. It seemed that upon catching a distant glimpse of the leaf wind on the mountainside, it hurriedly sought refuge, only to be unexpectedly discovered by the leaf wind.

Zhu Yanhong's mood was as heavy as lead, and her life seemed like that of a spider; once it left the web, it would only sway in the wind and rain, and even the slightest disturbance would cause her to retract the step she had taken...

The Sword King gazes into the distance: "Looking at several prominent figures in the martial world, General Ming's flowing divine skill, Master Wuyu's silent Zen practice, Shui Zhihan's Cold Immersion Palm, Li Qingsheng's Wind and Thunder Movement, and Gui Shijing's Heart-Plucking Moon Capture are all remarkable techniques, not to mention; Long the Judge's Dream-Returning Brush, Master Chong's Celestial Measuring Ruler, Xia Tianlei's Nine Heavens Halberd, and Feng Nianzhong's Flying Fluff Ring are all extraordinary weapons of the mysterious arts. Meanwhile, Bei Xue, with her talent soaring like the snowflakes in the sky, wields not an extraordinary weapon, but a treasured sword known as the Heart's Return..."

A rustling sound came from the grass and trees, and a person emerged, revealing the beloved son of the owner of the Happy Tower, San Wanjin, named San Fulai.

The gaze of the King of Swords extended along the iron chain that seemed to lead nowhere: "Do you know where that place is?"

Ye Fengleng snorted: "What are you doing here?"

Reflecting on the days spent with Ye Feng, this man had, from the very beginning, won her favor with his candid sincerity and strong confidence, and had also bestowed upon her an unreserved trust

The King of Swords retorted, "Do you know why I must see your sword?"

Ye Feng gestured for Zhu Yan Hong to stay in place, then strode towards the Knife King, slightly nodding: "I have arrived!"

The movements of the Sword King are extremely swift, with no room for even a single thread between the blades. Where then lies the place of illusion and reality intermingled?

Ye Feng slowly nodded

Anything held by the Sword King is a legendary weapon of all time

With this strike of the Broken Sky Blade, can victory and defeat, even life and death, be determined?

Where shall we go

When the bright blade of the Eternal Blade came slicing towards him, Ye Feng did not retreat. His right hand still rested on the hilt of the Broken Sky Sword, yet his upper body was rapidly swaying, as if an invisible rope was pulling him back and forth at the edge of the cliff, narrowly avoiding the Eternal Blade each time through the minuscule gaps.

That is a feeling that no one can give her, not even her husband Lei Nu. Despite the youthful spirit of those years, despite the tender words exchanged in the bedroom, it still makes her feel very distant, very distant from herself

After a long contemplation, the Sword King spoke in a deep voice: "Looking at the major knife schools in the martial world, the Five Tigers Sect is lacking in talent, the Diancang Sect is rife with internal strife, the Zhongnan Sect is content with its corner, and the Divine Blade Society has intentions of maintaining order. The smaller gangs and alliances are even less significant; even if a master occasionally emerges, it is merely a fleeting phenomenon. I am wholeheartedly dedicated to promoting the art of knife fighting, and in the face of this situation, how can one not feel a deep sense of regret?"

Are you injured

The Fragmented Void Blade, which does not follow conventional methods of attack, remains sheathed; thus, one cannot discern its trajectory, intent, energy, or momentum.

Zhu Yanhong felt a slight tremor in the sword she sought in her hand, as if it had been touched by the words of the nameless one. She had originally intended to fight to the death to preserve her honor, yet deep down, she harbored a hope that Ye Feng would return in time to rescue her, filling her heart with a conflict of wanting to let go yet still holding on.

Ye Feng only felt a numbness and soreness in his right hand. If the Blade King were to launch a strong attack at this moment, he would likely find himself at a disadvantage. Aware that the Blade King was intentionally giving him a chance to catch his breath, he forced a bitter smile and said, "To be honest, senior, this move 'Void' nearly shattered all the bones in my body."

The King of Swords let out a loud roar, slowly raising his sword towards the sky with both hands, as if he were lifting a weight of a thousand pounds; yet his steps were light and unsteady, as if he were treading on floating duckweed or fresh snow, with an extremely gentle landing. It gave the impression that he was about to soar into the sky and launch an aerial attack.

Upon entering the mountains, one first steps into an unnamed small valley, where dense forests obscure the clouds, fragrant grass stretches to the horizon, the cliffs are steep, and the springs are clear and beautiful.

She let out a faint sigh in her heart, a wave of melancholy rising within her, as if she were aware that she was falling into a splendid illusion that would ultimately shatter... yet she would rather hope to lose herself and remain bewildered in that dream from which she must awaken, even if she would prefer never to wake up.

Qionglong Mountain, Wangxin Peak

The two individuals were aware that the pursuers had departed. Although they still had some concerns for the safety of the others, after a night of fierce battle, they particularly cherished the tranquility of the moment. As they walked along the way, stopping and starting, they felt quite carefree and completely forgot the bloodshed and turmoil of the past few days

... ...

At the edge of the cliff, a figure stands with his back to the mountain peak, holding a long sword, gazing into the vast twilight. Though his stature is slight, he stands as firm as a pavilion, as if he has been there for a thousand years. This is the Sword King, Qin Kong

As Zhu Yanhong slowly moved her hands away, would she see the tragic sight of Ye Feng's neck broken and head severed

She was startled by her own transgressions, yet still felt a secret delight in her joy

Ye Feng smiled faintly and said, "Madam sings beautifully, yet I have never heard these lyrics before, which leaves me in awe."

If there were still others present at this moment, seeing them laughing and chatting joyfully, they would never imagine the fierce battle that had just taken place, where life and death hung in the balance

Ye Feng felt as if a layer of knife rain had been cast around him, and he was like a small boat adrift in the turbulent waves of a sea of blades, or as if he were at the eye of a tornado. Although the stormy seas and winds had not yet reached him, they were still far away, restraining every move he made. Even if he could temporarily secure a moment of peace, it could never last long

Where is Ye Feng

Ye Feng finally seized the fleeting moment of the Blade King, where reality and illusion intertwined, and the Shattered Void Blade sliced through the air.

The ageless blade seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in the hands of the Blade King, as he lifted it inch by inch from his waist. When the blade was level with his chest, the Blade King raised his eyes to gaze at Ye Feng, his gaze piercing like lightning, and spoke word by word:

The Sword King smiled and then fell into deep thought, his expression solemn. He let out a long sigh and said, "It's a pity that I saw this too early by a few years."

The Blade King, seeing Ye Feng's calm and composed demeanor, let out a hearty laugh once again: "So now you should understand why I wanted to see your sword. Whether or not there is water to know the cold, I will eventually come out of retirement to witness this."

The door opened with a sound, and a person entered with a smile, holding a cup: "A cup to you, my lord, let us sing! On such a fine occasion, if the lady is willing to share a drink with me, I shall certainly comply without hesitation"

Ye Feng grew up in the frontier since he was young. In the past, when he traveled to Jiangnan, it was like a fleeting glance. Along the way, he listened to Zhu Yanhong's charming words, pointing out the scenery, and discussing the local customs, greatly increasing his knowledge. His nature was originally carefree and unrestrained. At this moment, he relaxed his mind, looked around, and picked some interesting anecdotes from the frontier to tell Zhu Yanhong, causing her to forget her worries and enjoy herself. Unconsciously, the distance between the two has greatly shortened.

A person dressed as a small inn attendant, with a gloomy and dull expression, was none other than the unnamed finger from the general's residence, who had once gone by the alias Qian Sanfen—Wuming!

Ye Feng struggled to push open the soft body of Zhu Yanhong, feeling a sense of unease in his heart. He calmed his inner demons and exaggeratedly bowed to Zhu Yanhong, with one hand gesturing towards the door: "We still have a long way to go, and there are no enemies following us at the moment. Madam, please go ahead."

She let out a cry, covering the wound on her face with her hand, her whole body trembling uncontrollably

He repeatedly said "good" three times, as if there were countless words in his heart, yet he could no longer express them.

If there is a long street that you can only walk once, and it is filled with countless beautiful dreams, would you stop and admire it?

I... understand.

During the summer, Lei, the leader of the Liekong Gang, was known as the number one figure in the martial arts world. Chong, the Master of Insects, was a righteous assassin specialized in targeting corrupt officials. Wuyu, the Great Master, was the head of Huashan and both were renowned figures in the righteous path. Together with Feng Bing, the female warrior who fought against General Ming in the Yan Tianya, they were collectively known as "Xia Chong Yu Bing" and stood against the six grandmasters of the underworld.

Then, she beheld a scene that would be unforgettable for a lifetime

Ye Feng straightened his collar and ignored the scattered flowers. He walked up the mountain with Zhu Yanhong. Along the way, he let out a long howl, which echoed through the valley and the reverberations lingered for a long time.

Do not inquire about the affairs of life, for there are other profound considerations

Although the Knife King's movements were just ordinary actions, Ye Feng could see in them a solemnity akin to that of crowning a king or appointing a prime minister; a meticulousness akin to peeling off a cocoon; an exquisiteness akin to playing a bamboo flute; a free and easy style akin to grinding ink and wielding a brush...

The Blade King laughed heartily as the blade light followed Ye Feng's retreat and pursued. He exclaimed, "How exhilarating! Ye Junior's extraordinary talent is unparalleled in my lifetime. Now, witness this move called 'Condensed Transformation'."

The Knife King Qi Dao said, "I saw you at the Happy Tower that day, breaking the table and shaking the bones with a combination of softness and hardness, and using a unique internal strength. With such a great teacher, why not seek a unique skill? I cannot understand why anyone would see your talent and not be moved to take you as a disciple..."

No problem, if I hadn't deliberately exposed a flaw to provoke Li Qingsheng into attacking, how could I have easily repelled him.

Autumn rain always feels so chilly.

At this moment, Zhuyanhong couldn't care less about solemnity and reserve. Tears welled up and she threw herself into Yefeng's arms, tightly embracing his broad shoulders, letting her tears wet his lapel...

The body of the Knife King trembled slightly: "I have never thought about this. Where does Brother Ye's knife technique come from?"

With a loud bang, three moves were exchanged, and the Unaged Blade and the Shattered Void Blade clashed for the first time.

Whenever she reads a hint of vulnerability beneath his strong exterior, it's like discovering a patched crack on a necklace adorned with gold and jade beads. It fills her with regret and tenderness, making her always want to embrace him and let him rest.

The mountain wind is stronger and colder, the two stand side by side on the edge, their clothes fluttering in the wind, yet their hearts are both burning with intense heat.

The Sword King turned his head and looked at Ye Feng, sternly saying, "But now I am ninety percent sure that I can kill you. Do you know why?"

She had never been told, nor had she ever confided this matter to anyone.

Wishing Yan Hong secretly regrets in her heart, Ye Feng is now an enemy of General Ming with a single-minded determination. Perhaps he will bear a deep-seated grudge and suffer a bloody revenge. These days, as she interacts with him more closely, she observes his actions and listens to his words. It seems that he must have suffered a lot when he was young, otherwise how could he have grown up in the wilderness and become a servant in a wealthy household...

Yefeng hesitated in his heart. He came here to see Dao Wang on the orders of Shui Zhihan. He stumbled upon his own whereabouts by accident. Even if he killed Dao Wang, it would be of no use as Shui Zhihan would know it was him who came here. Moreover, seeing the devastated appearance of Zhu Yanhong, he felt pity and no longer had the intention to kill. He coldly shouted, "Get out!"

"You... sneak... attack!" Nameless struggled to utter three words from his throat.

Ye Feng's eyes were scanning all around, suddenly he shook.

Ye Feng respectfully replied, "I don't know."

Instantly, both of them were filled with a serene sentiment, wishing to retire from the world and spend their remaining years in the mountains and forests, no longer concerned with the complexities of the world or the passage of time...

How to deal with the scattered information, I do not know the ruthless style of the leaf wind. Seeing the two people smile, the atmosphere relaxed, and quickly followed the stick to answer humbly: "The boss died in battle on the spot, Miss Shen and Lord Lei were captured by the Water Supervisor and are still in Suzhou City at the moment." His words were not entirely true, but he hoped that Leaf Wind could lead the way to rescue Shen Qianqian and Lei Nu, or at least use him as a hostage for exchange, which was better than being killed on the spot by the Shattered Sky Blade.

No one knows from what angle the unsheathed Broken Void Blade will suddenly strike, or from where it will deliver a fatal blow!

The wound on the face is burning with pain, as if a multi-legged insect with sharp claws is crawling over it.

At this moment, Zhu Yanhong was also asking, "Where is Miss Shen?"

He couldn't make her happy, but she always thought he could lead her into happiness, sensing the disturbance in her heart in a whole new world.

Zhu Yanhong silently nodded, although she found his behavior strange in her heart, she did not ask anything. Her clothes were completely wet, which was quite unseemly, and moreover, having not slept all night, she needed to find a place to rest.

Ye Feng lowered his head in silence, quietly awaiting the next words from the Blade King

He knew that as long as he could engage the Blade King in a direct clash, even if his own skills were far inferior to his opponent's, the slight jolt from the intersection of their blades would be sufficient to escape the encirclement of this move "Congeal and Transform"

A gentle breeze carrying the vapor of Taihu Lake slowly approached, with the distant mountains bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the lush forests dyed in layers, and the harmonious chirping of countless birds. With each step taken, it feels like distancing oneself further from the cruel reality filled with deceit and competition...

Unnamed sighed: "It's a pity that everyone in the martial world knows that Leaf Wind is Thunder Fury's brother. Moreover, Lady Huarong is already injured. I'm afraid that even if Leaf Wind wants to be with Lady Huarong, he may not dare to risk the wrath of the world. It would be better to be with me instead..."

Under the influence of the aura of the Unaging Blade, the Shattered Sky Blade was raised at an angle, making a hissing sound in the air as it struck towards a vacant space two feet to the side of the Blade King.

In Ye Feng's heart, countless thoughts arise. Thinking of his own wandering in the world, being able to have this momentary gathering with a distinguished young lady like her is enough to comfort his whole life. In the midst of affection and indifference, whether it is strong or weak, he can no longer let go of his longing for her. Deep in his heart, he silently echoes the phrase "No need to move the boat to pour wine, there are green mountains and clear waters, hidden like the Xiaoxiang...".

Ye Feng smiled modestly and said, "To be highly regarded by the Sword King, Ye Feng has no regrets."

Then she suddenly became worried. Unknowingly, tears had already blurred her vision, and the only thing that solidified in her memory was the refreshing smile and unrestrained expression of Ye Feng when they first met, as well as his appearance standing with a sword at the Fenglin Pavilion...

No, I just believe in you!

Ye Feng's Broken Sky Blade suddenly flicked up, stabbing towards the Sword King's throat, as if it were naturally intended to strike the opponent's throat.

Unnamed lunged forward: "Haha, Madam also knows that there are some things that don't need to be said."

Why don't you ask me why?

She sighed, put down the hand covering her face, whether she was beautiful or ugly, she was originally unrelated to him.

After a while.

The nameless one was afraid that the wine cup would scratch Zhu Yanzhong's sword. Therefore, this throw was executed with a clever rebound force. The wine cup collided with the sword without any damage, but instead carried the thought of the sword and spun back together...

Ye Feng takes half a step back, his right hand lightly flicks, the Broken Void Blade, along with its scabbard, swiftly descends, aiming at the right foot of the Knife King who stepped forward.

She thought blankly to herself: she must be a selfish woman, looking down on wealth and status, indifferent to the world's coldness, yet she still insisted on seeking the thunderous drums and morning bells that shook the halls, just to see if she could attain that moment of enlightenment.

The rain is still falling.

The Knife King retreated back to his original position, a mix of surprise and joy on his face, nodding and saying, "I never thought I could break through this move 'Heaven's Embrace' using this method."

The King of Swords gazed at the bright moon floating on the horizon, remaining silent for a long while before finally speaking: "Do you know how confident I was the first time I saw your Broken Void Blade at the Happy Tower?"

Under the relentless pressure of the Blade King’s continuous strikes, the intent of the Eternal Blade became a seamless whole, round and dull without an edge. It was as if a great vortex had suddenly appeared in the air, with the most intense blade aura at the center of the vortex, directly facing Ye Feng

Ye Feng is known as "the sword intent is free, the sword energy is vast, the sword wind sweeps across the sky, and the sword light shatters the void". This seemingly gentle but actually profound sword technique is his expertise. Now, being attacked by the Sword King in this way, he is momentarily unsure how to resolve it.

She stood there with her mouth wide open, utterly shocked!

Ye Feng's pupils suddenly constricted

When he applies pressure points to heal his injuries, does his hand tremble as a result? Upon seeing himself in this state, does he not harbor feelings of disgust in his heart?

After exchanging several moves, this was Ye Feng's first time taking the initiative, and the seemingly impenetrable defense of the Blade King in this move "Wujiao" had already been resolved

In Ye Feng's eyes, there was a look of great respect: "That person said that if I were to learn his martial arts, I would inevitably waste my great talent by focusing solely on mastering a certain skill, and my future achievements would be limited to his level. Therefore, he only helped me to open up my meridians, taught me the breathing techniques of internal strength, and allowed me to learn from the heaven and earth, creating my own techniques."

Ha ha, that one strike of mine was enough to render the old ghost unable to act for five days; this lesson is sufficient for him to endure

The Knife King was first taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Interesting, interesting. However, although this place is called the Forgetful Peak, it is not a place of forgetfulness!"

Ye Feng suddenly realized that this chain must lead to a perilous peak on the opposite side. Judging by Qin Kong's tone, it should be the place where the legendary Sword King practiced his swordsmanship and attained enlightenment. He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing, yet he said, "Brother Qin, you are mistaken; is there anywhere that one cannot forget their heart?"

Moreover, what the King of Swords holds in his hand is precisely the "Eternal Blade" that has dominated the martial world for decades

This was his greatest secret, and it was even more painful that he could never speak of the person he respected the most. Years of pent-up emotions were encapsulated in the three words "good" uttered by the Sword King at that moment. Overwhelmed with mixed feelings, he almost wanted to shout at the steep cliff to release his pent-up feelings.

How?

The Sword King chuckled, "The beauty in everyone's heart is different. Like me, I have been pursuing the ultimate of the way of the sword throughout my life. Whenever I see the cold light shining and the sword energy shattering into the void, the insight in my heart is beyond the understanding of outsiders."

Ye Feng was puzzled: "Where exactly is the place of forgotten hearts?"

When is the knife king the most terrifying

Yet Ye Feng still referred to him as "Brother Qian" at this moment, which is an even greater irony

Zhu Yanhong continued to sing: "Who believes in the fairy of Pengshan, endowed with talents and skills by heaven, casually weary of the shackles of fame..."

Ye Feng pondered, "From the words of the senior that day at the Happy Building, it seems that he was entrusted by someone, which is why he had to make things difficult for me"

So you did it on purpose, you really scared me just now

If there was a candle that only burned once, stirring up all kinds of emotions, would you blow it out?

The nameless eye revealed a look of fear; it was not until this moment that he truly understood the power of Ye Feng

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow and said, "Senior, your first move is three parts strength and seven parts feigned strength. If I were to draw my sword and fight, I fear it would lead to countless subsequent consequences. Therefore, I might as well take a risk and gamble, how can I bear such praise from you, Senior"

Two people walked past the unknown person and left without looking back.

At that moment, the Knife King's small body suddenly appeared tall, as if the Eternal Blade had infused him with some kind of magic. He looked solemn, with furrowed brows and angry eyes, his clothes fluttering and his hair and beard flying, while his bones creaked and crackled.

The Unknown Long Laugh: "Lei Nu and Lao Da have long been surrounded by the Water Supervisor's heavy forces, and the entire army of the Divine Sword Alliance has been annihilated. The lady is now a free woman without an owner."

Only the ageless blade of the Blade King attacked from all directions, while Ye Feng stood at the center of the blade's aura, countering each move as it came, his body remaining as steadfast as if it were nailed to the ground

The strength of the Blade King Guanmian vanished completely in an instant, and the posturing just now turned out to be mere feints

Ye Feng's heart trembled slightly, and for a moment, a mix of emotions surged within him, a blend of sweetness and sourness

Ye Feng was taken aback; the Blade King appeared to be standing there casually and aimlessly, yet it seemed as if he had merged with the entire Qionglong Mountain. It felt as though he was not facing a person, but rather a great mountain, with no way to attack.

Ye Feng sighed, "I am well aware of the senior's care for me, but it simply cannot ignite any murderous intent within my heart."

Ye Feng suddenly felt a surge of intense pressure from all directions, as all of the Blade King's feints abruptly turned into reality, the overwhelming force nearly causing him to spit blood

When is the leaf wind the most terrifying

Both of their clothes were soaked through; Ye Feng was somewhat tolerable, but Zhu Yanhong felt unable to withstand it and inevitably began to shiver.

Zhu Yanhong struggled to find the right words to say, yet she did not know what would be appropriate to express.

This knife...

At this moment, Zhu Yanhong realized that she had misunderstood the situation. She let out a low hum, feeling as if her face was burning with embarrassment. Fortunately, the night was already deep, and she thought that others would not be able to see her.

Ye Feng's life-sensing ability was triggered, and he immediately practiced his skills on his back to help Zhu Yanyan drive away the cold.

Zhu Yanhong was taken aback, her heart full of worries dissipating in an instant. She took a few steps back and said, "You..."

This strike triggered endless consequences of "no blame". The Blade King shouted loudly, stepping forward with one foot, and the blade light slashed down directly. Judging by the momentum, it was certain that he would be able to strike down Ye Feng before Ye Feng could hit him.

Ye Feng felt a slight sense of understanding in his heart: "Please, senior, enlighten me."

Ye Feng realized the reason, the inner demon dissipated, and with the Broken Void Blade in his right hand, he said to the Sword King with a flat finger, "Senior, you can rest assured, there are still five blades left, Ye Feng will definitely go all out!"

"King of Knives?!"

A pair of hands swiftly reached out from the side, one hand catching the wine glass, while the other hand picked up the Qiusi Sword...

Upon hearing it, Dao Wang let out a tired sigh and said, "This strike is the sixth move of the Forgotten Heart Seven Forms - 'Seeking Pleasure'!"

That ugly scar from the knife shattered the clarity of autumn in romance, extinguished the sparks in the night sky, and withered the morning attire under the moonlight

Yan Hong lies restlessly in bed, unable to fall asleep no matter how hard she tries.

At dusk, Ye Feng and Zhu Yanhong finally arrived at Qionglong Mountain.

Unnamed smirked and said, "Madam and Ye Feng have been in close contact all the way, which is quite romantic. It's a pity that Ye Feng, a clueless fool, left Madam burning with passion all alone. I have to help Madam relax and relieve her stress..." With that, he burst into laughter, looking extremely disgraceful.

Zhu Yanhong felt a tightness in her heart, and immediately drew the Qiusijian, her heart filled with a determination to die, quietly saying: "If you take another step closer, I will die right here"

"Bring the wine!" She was astonished to find that this phrase had come from her own mouth

At that moment, Ye Feng's ears were filled with the sharp whistling of the Everlasting Blade, and his eyes were filled with the chilling blade light of the Everlasting Blade, making it almost impossible to see anything.

The Sword King looked at Ye Feng with admiration, his eyes filled with appreciation.

The King of Swords, momentarily taken aback, called out to the young man who was nearly forty years his junior as "Brother Qin" in a rather awkward manner. He felt a significant discomfort in his heart, but having made a prior statement, he found no grounds for reproach. Moreover, with Ye Feng's words carrying an implied sharpness, he couldn't help but burst into laughter once again

Zhu Yanhong heard Ye Feng's footsteps slow down, rhythmically stepping on the gravel of the mountain steps, as if keeping time with a beat, and could not help but softly sing: "On the vast Taihu Lake, morning and evening soaked in cold light. After the King of Wu departed, the pavilions and terraces have locked away the sorrow for eternity..."

For a moment, the two fell silent, only the sound of delicate footsteps could be heard on the mountain path. Occasionally stealing a glance at each other, they were startled to find the other's gaze drifting towards them at just the right moment, quickly averting their eyes, their hearts surging, with no end in sight.

After ensuring that Zhu Yanhong was settled, Ye Feng said, "Madam, there is no need to worry. I will first go to Suzhou city to inquire about Brother Lei's news, and I will return in a couple of hours."

Zhu Yan-hong was originally drenched, her clothes clinging to her body, and as she lay on Ye Feng's back, she felt a great sense of shame. At that moment, she sensed a wave of warmth emanating from Ye Feng's back, combined with the strong and intense aura of this man, which further disordered her heart. For a moment, she wanted to struggle to get down, yet she found it difficult to restrain the urge to hold onto this warmth tightly, her face turning completely red, unable to control her emotions.