1900: Lost? (2/2)

Up to this point, Mo Feiyun’s unchanging expression held, but now his complexion finally changed. His hand seemed like it threw out many swords glittering like frost and snow along their lengths. They directly welcomed Ye Xiao’s continually piercing sword shape.

This time, Ye Xiao’s sword shape finally had some sort of variation. The sword light seemed the same as a swimming dragon, strongly rotating around. It encircled Mo Feiyun’s quicksilver-like swiftly flowing offensive. The countless wind and clouds nearby were all smashed and scattered by the infiltration of this inexhaustible sword light.

Mo Feiyun calmly and collectedly waved his sword to meet this attack. He concealed himself so well that the wind and rain could not penetrate, and not a single drop of water pierced through. It was really outstanding!

No more outstanding than the other side, one could say, as it was also equated by Ye Xiao’s one sword light that forced him to passively defend and be completely incapable of attacking, sinking into unbearable circumstances.

However, Mo Feiyun was not worried one bit. In a heavy voice, he said, “Monarch Ye, this one sword of yours is truly exceedingly wonderful, but can your attack continue for a long time, is this really good?! If it can’t last, as long as I can withstand it, your offensive will be exhausted. Once that happens, then when this Mo counterattacks, what will Monarch Ye use to resist it?”

The sword light was still sweeping back and forth by itself. Ye Xiao didn’t utter a single sound nor allowed it to stop. That Sword ray’s path was unexpectedly growing faster and faster, just like the howling wind and torrential rain, it was continuous and unending.

Dang dang dang…

Mo Feiyun had already established his set tactics, and continued to carry out the strictest defense, using his essence energy and fundamental strength to painstakingly control his long sword with tiny movements, urging his sword strength and sword wind to resist Ye Xiao’s sword ray. As they continuously impacted each other, it issued out a continuous sheet of rushing noise.

However, with this exchanging of opinions through blows, Mo Feiyun could confirm his judgement!

Ye Xiao’s cultivation level had stopped at Undead Stage rank 8 peak, and still hadn’t arrived at rank 9. His own cultivation level, though, was already Undead Stage rank 9 middle, so there was a big level of difference between the two people. This was indeed equivalent to a large gap.

He was fundamentally unafraid of this sort of completely lacking flowery and fake movements, a hard and strong clash staking it all.

Ye Xiao’s dominant and fierce strike would sooner or later be dragged to an end by his meticulous defense!

But what Mo Feiyun didn’t understand was why, with Ye Xiao’s level of mastery, he didn’t understand this sort of simple thing?

Ye Xiao’s attack was undoubtably sharp, but it fundamentally wasn’t able to bring about an injury to him. If this proceeded, the final outcome could only be the exhaustion of his strength first. As Ye Xiao made a move this way, even if he was outstanding, it was eventually too much of a waste for his cultivation level!

Once his strength was exhausted, even Ye Xiao’s heavenly cultivation level would be hard pressed to resist his counterattack!

Therefore Mo Feiyun was seriously unable to understand, why was Ye Xiao persevering in the end?

Don’t tell me that this is the momentum of riding a tiger and being hard to get off, that he’s unwilling to lose face and this is only maintaining making an effort!?

If this was the case, Mo Feiyun even more didn’t dare to entrust the brothers of the Brotherhood to this sort of personage!

Mo Feiyun couldn’t figure it out even after he puzzled over it for a while, and he became even more suspicious. However, he suddenly saw Ye Xiao’s sword light offensive unexpectedly appear chaotic, collapsing and falling apart. His whole person was immediately even more repulsed.

Mo Feiyun, upon seeing this, was even more disdained to take action. Ye Xiao’s offensive had already dispersed, and that was equal to completely exposing himself. Even if he understood and directly conceded defeat, since the battle had arrived up until this point, having nothing to do with life or death, as Ye Xiao had handled the matter in this way, that was simply attempting to annoy him to death, to the point of wanting to beat him up!

“Exhausting one’s limited capabilities!” Mo Feiyun instantly reacted by dashing up, his sword light having an unprecedented sudden rise!

Ye Xiao withdrew by three thousand zhang (10,000 meters), it was seriously one motion of a thousand li.

However, Mo Feiyun chased him down, not only overtaking this distance but even more chasing after this Ye Xiao.

“You…”

Mo Feiyun’s longsword coldly stabbed out the remaining distance, his heart bearing an indescribable sigh.

Ye Xiao had lost, the Brotherhood would be taking a separate road from the Monarch’s Hall.

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(Author’s Note)