Yu Xingyang laughed bitterly: "In front of senior, I am willing to admit defeat."
Ling Yuelan snorted coldly: "If you think that I will fight, you are wrong."
Of course, Yu Xingyang also knew that the strength of this Celestial Heavens Gate's Sect Master was terrifying. He dared to say that she was not inferior to any of the famous experts in the five great countries, including "Big Brother", because no one knew her depth. This was also the reason why those sects and nobles did not dare to cause trouble here. Even the king of the kingdom kept a respectful distance from the Celestial Heavens Gate.
"I wonder who will fight?" Yu Xingyang heaved a sigh of relief.
A sly smile appeared on Ling Yuelan's face: "You will know very soon."
At this moment, a beautiful figure slowly walked into the battle arena. She was dressed in white and fluttered like a fairy. Her steps were light and graceful, and it was a pity that she was wearing a round hat. A white veil hung down from the edge of the hat, covering her face, causing her appearance to be faintly discernible.
Even if he could not see her face, just by looking at her charm and bearing, Ding Meng could imagine that she was a dignified and elegant peerless beauty.
But at this moment, Yu Xingyang's breathing stopped. He called out softly: "Yaoyao, I'm finally here."
Yes, after twenty years of separation, after experiencing so many difficulties and obstacles, he finally met his former lover. Actually, it could not be considered a real meeting. He could only feel the scent of his lover from her aura.
He looked proud, but he was actually devoted.
Extreme to the heart, extreme to the emotions, extreme to the blade, each of them had their limits. This was also the essence of the Non-Phase Blade Technique.
However, Long Yao's voice was emotionless: "This is an important place of the Celestial Sect. Please respect yourself."
Yu Xingyang's heart sank. He finally experienced Ling Yuelan's cunning.
Ling Yuelan turned and said to Long Yao: "Are you willing to follow him down the mountain?"
Long Yao respectfully lowered her head: "I will follow Master's instructions."
Ling Yuelan nodded: "Alright, you can use our sect's Ling Xian Blade Technique to fight against his Formless Divine Blade. If you lose, you can choose to leave with him, then our Immortal Sect will also be dismissed. If you win against him, then there's no need for him to stay."
His words were very tactful, but the meaning behind them was quite compelling: Immortal sects and lovers, you can only choose one. If you choose lovers, immortal sects will die; if you choose immortal sects, immortal sects will die; if you choose immortal sects, your lover will die. If you don't choose and I fight, then Yu Xingyang will definitely not be able to resist. He will definitely die.
Long Yao's voice was still cold, "I will do my best."
Ling Yuelan pointed to the center of the dueling platform: "Then you can begin now."
The sunlight pierced through the clouds, and the two of them stood facing each other. The light seemed to have plated a layer of gauze on their bodies.
Ling Xian's knife was already in Long Yao's hand. It was a curved short knife, like an enlarged version of a T-shaped claw knife. The entire blade had a strange curve to it.
At this moment, Yu Xingyang was truly focused. In his eyes, the person standing in front of him was not the Long Yao that he yearned for day and night, but a very strong opponent.
This was because he had heard of Ling Xian's Saber Technique. This Saber Technique could only be unleashed with the Ling Xian Saber of the Celestial Heavens Gate. Moreover, to practice this Saber Technique, one had to be at least at the Warlord Realm. It focused on being agile, graceful, and confident. After it was used, it was as beautiful as a painting, dazzling the eyes of others. Just as you were stunned by this beauty, you would fall down. Therefore, it was named "Ling Xian Saber Technique".
However, the Formless Divine Blade was not an undeserved reputation. The name it had made these years had shocked everyone. Even Tian Qing's guest of honor, Yu Xingyang sat at the head of the table.
But now, Yu Xingyang's hands were empty, and he did not look like he was hiding a blade. Ling Yuelan could not help but ask: "Where is your Formless Divine Blade?"
Yu Xingyang stared at Long Yao: "The blade is here!"
Ling Yuelan frowned: "Where is the blade?"
Yu Xingyang said leisurely: "I don't have a blade in my hand, but I have a blade in my heart."
Ling Yuelan did not understand these words. If it was two months ago, Yu Xingyang would not understand even more.
Ever since he threw the Formless Divine Blade into the river in the outskirts of the capital, his understanding of the essence of the "blade technique" had deepened by another level.
The Formless Divine Blade was said to be formless, but in reality, it had a form. How could a form blade compare to the formless blade in a person's heart?
The hero's knife was the blade of faith in the hearts of many "big brothers". In the past, he had always thought that success and recognition were his lifelong pursuit. However, after witnessing Zheng Ming and Aunt Qiao's encounter, he finally understood that although some people died, the "blade" did not die. The blade was one's thoughts, thoughts and beliefs had always been there, and you could never eliminate them.
If the person was there, the blade would be there. If the person was not there, the blade would still be there. This was the true Formless Divine Blade.
Seeing that Yu Xingyang had no intention of using his blade, Long Yao coldly said: "Esteemed guest, be careful!"
Yu Xingyang was calm and composed: "Please!"
There was no blade light, only a figure.
The two figures crisscrossed back and forth. The surrounding disciples couldn't see them clearly at all. As for Ding Meng, in his eyes, the two figures didn't seem to have moved at all. Their figures were a bit blurry, and then the two of them just stood there.
Ling Yuelan's face suddenly darkened. She finally understood what Yu Xingyang meant by "the blade is there". Although he did not have a blade in his hand, Long Yao did not have one either.
This was because Long Yao's Ling Xian Saber couldn't be unsheathed at all. Every time she moved, Yu Xingyang would move even faster. With a ghostly speed, he held Long Yao's wrist. With her wrist restrained, how could she unsheathe the saber?
If the blade could not be pulled out, how could the Ling Xian blade technique be?
That shockingly gorgeous saber technique, which was like a flying immortal, died before it was even born.
This was actually the same principle as seven years ago when his big brother dealt with him. With a stronger cultivation base, he could directly crush the opponent.
But once the blade technique was unleashed, it could not be stopped. Like a raging river, it had to be unleashed in one go.
Thus, in the center of the battle stage, the two figures, one black and one white, flashed, drawing out a series of illusions. Waves of turbulence surged, shaking the other disciples and forcing them to cover their faces and retreat.
Ding Meng could not even stand still. He retreated out of the arena and lay on the ground, looking around in shock.
Twenty rounds passed quickly, but the blade did not appear. Yu Xingyang had completely suppressed Long Yao.
This was the final move of the blade technique. If the blade could not be pulled out, Yu Xingyang would undoubtedly win this battle. At this time, Long Yao's left hand seemed to blur, as if a ball of energy was gathering at her wrist.
Suddenly, the emerald green scabbard cracked into pieces. She didn't hesitate to use her Origin Energy to shatter the priceless scabbard. Her entire body flew up from the ground, accompanied by a dazzling brilliance that was even brighter than the sun. Ling Xian's blade had finally made its move.
This move, "Nine Heavens Mystical Maiden", was the most powerful move in Ling Xian's arsenal. In the air above the battle stage, multiple images of Long Yao flashed and appeared. Each of them had a different bearing, and each of them had a different style and style. Multiple rays of immortal light flashed between them. This scene was like an immortal descending to the mortal world, intoxicating everyone.
However, Yu Xingyang was not drunk. He knew that once the Mysterious Lady of the Ninth Heaven came out, no one in the world could withstand it, including himself. However, he was also confident that he could use his "Mutual Destruction". As the name implied, once this move was used, both sides would suffer losses. He was confident in this.
He had expected everything, but he didn't expect the following change. Even Long Yao herself didn't expect it. Because when Long Yao descended towards him, the powerful force she emitted caused the sharp saber Qi to instantly shatter the veil covering her face, like a butterfly fluttering in the sunlight. Hence, a peerlessly beautiful face appeared before Yu Xingyang's eyes.
This was the face that had appeared at the riverbank at the foot of the mountain. At that time, he was still young and had not awakened his Origin Energy. But he loved to travel. He loved mountains, he loved water, he loved to play freely, and he loved to run around without any worries.
But that day, he saw the girl by the riverbank. She was staring at the clear water, which was filled with schools of fish.
Yu Xingyang quickly ran up to her. "Why don't you go down?"
The girl shook her head. "I don't want to go down!"
A girl like her who had been taught etiquette and etiquette since she was young would definitely not jump into the river to catch fish.
Yu Xingyang puffed out his small chest. "Then I'll go catch it for you, okay?"
Looking at his sincere eyes, the girl hesitated, but she still slowly nodded.
Thus, Yu Xingyang cheered and dove down. Not long after, he came ashore with a lively golden koi fish in his hands.
The girl curiously teased the fish. "It's so pretty."
Yu Xingyang happily placed the fish in front of her. "For you!"
The girl happily accepted it. "Right, what's your name?"
Yu Xingyang proudly replied, "My surname is Yu. My name is Yu Xingyang."
The girl finally smiled. Her smile was as brilliant as a hundred flowers blooming. It was indescribably beautiful.
Yu Xingyang was puzzled. "What's wrong?"
The girl giggled. "No wonder you're so good at catching fish. So your surname is Yu."
Yu Xingyang also smiled. "Yes, I'm Yu …"
The girl began to laugh again. She laughed so hard that she could not breathe.
But looking at her smile, Yu Xingyang was stunned …
…
But in the next moment, all the beauty, all the joy, all the dazzling, all turned into nothingness.
In Ding Meng's vision, Long Yao had already landed on the ground. Yu Xingyang stood there without moving.
Ling Xian's blade whistled through the air, but Yu Xingyang still stood there without moving.
With a "puchi" sound, the curved blade sank into Yu Xingyang's heart. He still did not move. He only stared deeply at Long Yao, who was right in front of him, and softly said, "My surname is Yu. My name is Yu Xingyang …"
Long Yao's expression was also shocked. She quickly pulled back Ling Xian's blade. Blood flowed out from Yu Xingyang's chest.
At this moment, the entire battle arena was dead silent.