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Just as Haitang Duoduo was in a daze.
on the square.
Chen Qingfeng stood beside Fan Xian, his white robe fluttering in the wind, his gaze fixed on the sea of clouds high in the sky.
"Fan Xian."
Do you know what it means to be a celestial being descending from the heavens?
Fan Xian pondered for a moment and replied, "His swordplay is like that of an immortal, transcending the mortal realm?"
Chen Qingfeng shook his head and said calmly, "You're wrong."
As he spoke, he casually raised his hand and lightly touched Fan Xian's brow with his fingertips.
As magical power surged in, the scene before Fan Xian's eyes changed drastically in an instant.
Looking again, the sky was a churning sea of clouds, and the Milky Way seemed to hang upside down!
"this?"
Fan Xian was shocked, his face filled with disbelief.
At that moment, he felt as if he were standing high in the sky, looking down on all living beings as ants.
In addition, he could also feel a vast sword intent, as irresistible as the might of heaven.
"The celestial being descends from the heavens, not through sword techniques, but through the heart of the sword."
Just as Fan Xian was surprised, Chen Qingfeng's words rang in his ears:
"A swordsman should have lofty ambitions, yet also maintain a sense of awe."
Fan Xian was deeply shocked and murmured:
"Aspirations soaring to the heavens... a heart filled with reverence..."
The next moment, Chen Qingfeng withdrew his hand.
The scene before Fan Xian's eyes dissipated, but the sword intent seemed to be firmly imprinted in his heart.
"Okay."
Chen Qingfeng took a step forward, his figure unfurled, and he soared straight into the sky.
The sword was not drawn, yet the world changed color.
"Zheng!"
The next moment, the Dragon Slayer Sword at his waist was suddenly drawn.
"boom!"
In an instant, the sword light appeared, like a cascading Milky Way, or like a banished immortal waving his sleeve, ethereal and unpredictable.
Fan Xian's eyes widened as he saw Chen Qingfeng's figure rapidly disintegrate in the sunlight.
Each of the separated figures unleashed a sword strike.
Sword light burst forth simultaneously!
At first glance, those figures were swords, and the swords were those figures.
He has already achieved perfect harmony between man and sword!
In addition, each sword strike seemed capable of cleaving mountains and rivers, yet it was as light as a feather and untouched by dust.
Just when Fan Xian thought his swordplay had reached its peak, Chen Qingfeng suddenly withdrew his sword.
All the sword lights instantly merged into one, transforming into an extremely pure and cold ray of light that shot straight towards the sky.
Celestial beings descend from the heavens, but ultimately return to oneness.
This sword strike had no fancy moves, only the purest "intention".
Fan Xian stared intently upwards, able to see the sword hurtling towards the sky, vibrating deep within the void, as if time and space themselves were distorted and deformed.
"This...this is the ultimate version of 'Flying Immortal from Heaven'?"
He muttered in astonishment, his inner shock beyond words.
Before Fan Xian could recover from the shock...
Chen Qingfeng's figure had already floated down beside him.
".〃call……"
Fan Xian let out a long sigh, glanced at Chen Qingfeng, his eyes filled with shock.
"Brother, you...you're amazing!"
"You can even comprehend this kind of swordsmanship."
This time, Fan Xian genuinely called Chen Qingfeng "brother" and sincerely admired his superb swordsmanship.
Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly and said:
"I have taught you the basic sword techniques and advanced sword intent of the Celestial Immortal."
Whether you can learn it or not depends on yourself.
Fan Xian nodded, secretly determined to learn the Celestial Flying Immortal Technique.
After a brief silence, he suddenly asked:
"By the way, bro."
"We have traveled north all the way to Northern Qi."
"Where is Uncle Wuzhu?"
In Fan Xian's view, although Wu Zhu's whereabouts were elusive, he had always been secretly protecting him.
She would also appear to meet him every now and then.
But Wu Zhu has been in Northern Qi for so long, yet he has not appeared.
When Fan Xian asked about Wu Zhu, Chen Qingfeng calmly replied:
"He did not come to Northern Qi with us."
"I left him in Kyoto to help protect someone."
Fan Xian nodded slightly, not asking any further questions, but he couldn't help but wonder:
"Protect one person? Shouldn't it be two?"
Fan Xian secretly guessed.
I think Chen Qingfeng let Wu Zhu stay in order to protect his wife, but Chen Qingfeng has two beautiful women in the capital.
One is Fan Ruoruo, and the other is Lin Wan'er.
Before Fan Xian could think further, Chen Qingfeng waved his hand to cover his face.
When I looked again, he had a long sword in his hand.
The longsword's blade was slender and elegant, its entire surface sparkling and dazzling. Although it was a sharp weapon, it was devoid of any bloodshed, exuding only an ethereal, otherworldly aura.
"I'll give you this Lingxu Sword as your personal sword!"
Chen Qingfeng said calmly, and casually tossed the Lingxu Sword to Fan Xian.
Fan Xian subconsciously took the longsword, and the moment he held it, he felt a vast and ethereal sword intent spread out.
"Standing alone in the valley, detached from the world, soaring above the void!"
"What a fine sword!"
Fan Xian couldn't help but praise him, but then, he suddenly remembered something and quickly looked at Chen Qingfeng:
"Not brother."
"You...you're a magician?"
"Where did Zhao Hao get this Lingxu Sword?"
Fan Xian stared blankly at Chen Qingfeng.
He remembered very clearly that Chen Qingfeng carried a Dragon Slayer Sword at his waist.
Where did this Lingxu Sword come from?
Chen Qingfeng smiled calmly and said:
"Just take it if I give it to you, why are you making so many questions?"
Fan Xian awkwardly rubbed his forehead, then suddenly remembered something and quickly asked:
"elder brother!"
"You said earlier... that the Empress led her men to storm Taiping Villa."
"A few days ago, the Empress was kidnapped at Luofeng Slope."
"You did this, didn't you?"
Chen Qingfeng didn't deny it, and nodded, saying:
"That's right, I arranged it!"
Fan Xian gasped.
He hadn't realized this before.
But it was only after Chen Qingfeng admitted that he was a Grandmaster that he realized this.
The Empress was the murderer who killed their mother, Ye Qingmei.
It's not surprising that Chen Qingfeng took action against him.
After a moment's thought, Fan Xian spoke:
"That wicked woman, the Empress, truly deserves to die."
"Brother, you've already taken care of her?"
What surprised Fan Xian was...