Chapter 953: Purple Night Sword Sect, Ouyang Feng (1/2)

This swordsman flicked his finger, and a strand of resplendent sword Qi turned into a multicolored light before flying forward. It possessed an overwhelming sharpness, able to pierce through mountains and shatter rocks.

Xiao Chen’s expression sank slightly as he turned around quickly. Holding the sheathed Lunar Shadow Saber across his chest to block, he used his body as a saber and raised his hand. It was like a treasured saber being unsheathed, willfully revealing its cutting edge.

“Bang!”

The unyielding sword Qi crashed into the saber’s scabbard, giving off a crisp sound like a treasured sword shattering. The sword Qi splintered into sword lights and faded away, not hurting Xiao Chen at all.

Xiao Chen easily blocked the purple-robed swordsman’s overbearing sword Qi. This scene immediately caught many people’s attention.

“Hey, he actually is an expert. It really looks like he is here to cause a commotion. However, he chose the wrong person by picking the Purple Night Sword Sect’s Ouyang Feng.”

“Among the younger generation of the Profound Domain, Ouyang Feng is one of the youths on the Sword School Ranking with the most potential. Aside from the few disciples that the Sword Sovereign personally taught, there are not many who can defeat him.”

“Young Master Feng indeed has sharp eyes. He managed to see in one glance that this white-robed bladesman harbors malicious intent, here to cause trouble at Sword Forging Peak. So he tested him to force him to reveal his true nature.”

“Young Master Ouyang’s sword intent already reached peak ninety percent comprehension. He is close to condensing a sword soul. Who knows, he might even get to see Master Situ and have a sword forged.”

“Master Situ’s rules are really strange. He forges a sword depending on the person. He says things like ‘no affinity with swords,’ not even giving any face to Martial Emperors.”

“However, Master Situ is someone who can forge even a Divine Weapon. He has the right not to give any face to Martial Emperors. It would take a Sovereign Martial Emperor for him to give any face.”

The various discussions entered Xiao Chen’s ears. He could not help but smile bitterly. The swordsmen on this Sword Forging Peak had a very deep bias against bladesmen.

Xiao Chen said calmly, “There is no need to treat me with so much hostility. I am not here to get a sword forged or cause a commotion. I only have something to ask the Master.”

Ouyang Feng said sullenly, “My move already forced you to reveal yourself, yet you still dare to quibble? Do you think that all the swordsmen on this Sword Forging Peak are blind? If you don’t scram today, I will force you to scram.”

He stepped forward and left the queue, charging towards Xiao Chen.

Ouyang Feng’s purple robes fluttered, and the sword formation under his feet enlarged, layering formations one on top of another. When one looked carefully, one would discover that this large sword formation comprised eighty-one small sword formations.

The sword formations interlinked, and eighty-one sword lights flew about within, materializing a strong sword intent that was infinitely close to a sword soul.

As for Ouyang Feng, who was in the center of the formation, overwhelming sword Qi covered his body. He directed the countless sword Qi in the formation with every step he took, like he was the king of swords.

This was the Purple Night Sword Art that the Purple Night Sword Sect was famous for, a Martial Technique created by a sword master of the Purple Night Sword Sect based on Sword Domains. It even vaguely looked like a Sword Domain.

Ouyang Feng walked over step by step, holding his sword. As he moved towards Xiao Chen, a sword wind howled, giving off an overwhelming aura.

The rear of the summit was a tall, precipitous, rocky cliff. By pushing Xiao Chen back like that, he evidently wanted to chase Xiao Chen off decisively.

Xiao Chen felt helpless. Sometimes, the more one did not want to cause trouble, the more trouble would come to one.

He retreated again and again. However, not only did the other party not recognize his concession, but he even went more overboard. Clearly, Ouyang Feng was forcing him to counterattack, slandering him with malicious intent even though Xiao Chen was hiding his strength.

If not for reviving Ao Jiao, Xiao Chen would not bother being polite with a person like Ouyang Feng.

Murderous intent flashed in Xiao Chen’s eyes, but he still endured. The purple Lightning Talisman in his sea of consciousness spun, and spring thunder materialized in the sky.

Flawless saber Dao, Flawless Four Seasons, Spring Saber!

With a thought, peach blossoms drifted down. The sky instantly turned pink. Seen from below, the flower petals formed a river flowing for five kilometers.

A fragrance assaulted the nose, spreading everywhere. Every single pink flower petal contained Xiao Chen’s Small Perfection saber soul.

The signs of spring spilled forth, replete with life. The flowers and grass that the sword intent bent over on the peak bloomed and flourished.

In the depths of the peach flowers, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and made a grabbing motion. The thousands of peach blossoms gathered into a tree branch with seven or eight flower buds waiting to bloom.

He thrust his arm out, and the peach branch pierced through that sword intent with overwhelming killing Qi. With a loud ‘bang,’ it entered Ouyang Feng’s Purple Night Sword Formation.

The spring thunder resounded again, and then the flower buds on the tree branch blossomed together with the crack of thunder, proudly blooming amid the sharp sword Qi.

The eighty-one interlinked small sword formations that composed the large formation stopped revolving one after another. It was like some stronger power was suppressing them, preventing them from moving.

Ouyang Feng’s expression paled. The Purple Night Sword Art circulated wildly in his body. However, the sword formation below his feet refused to revolve, suppressed by the peach flowers to the point where it could not move.

In the center of the sword formation, Ouyang Feng could not help turning sullen. He raised his leg and the arm holding his sword, planning to charge out.

“I advise you not to move. These eighty-one sword formations are already all broken. However, the backlash from them is being suppressed. Take a step, and this balance will immediately break.

“Naturally, since you are the one in the center of the formation, not only will you have to face your own Purple Night Sword Formation, but you will also have to face my Spring Saber. You will die without a complete corpse in an instant.”

As the mountain wind blew, Xiao Chen held his Lunar Shadow Saber without showing any emotion on his face. As he spoke, he appeared incredibly calm.

“You bastard! Where are you even from? I am an elite disciple of the Purple Night Sword Sect. How dare you offend me on Sword Forging Peak? You must be really tired of living. Do you think that I will be frightened by your dog-fart words?!”