Ask Wudang Chapter 253

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Facing such a vast sword momentum, Cao Feng was shocked and his face changed drastically.

“This… what kind of sword art is this? How can there be such a terrifying sword art in the world?”

Only then did Cao Feng understand where the name “Sword Demon” came from.

Under this overwhelming sword momentum, the sword in Cao Feng’s hand could no longer be thrust forward.

However, he was indeed a king of assassins. At this critical moment, he suddenly twisted his body, and his whole person seemed to transform into countless rain threads, barely managing to avoid this overwhelming sword momentum. While avoiding the sword momentum, he unfurled the Wheel Sword in his hand, and the sword momentum was like continuous fine rain, instantly enveloping Ye Qingfeng’s entire body.

“Water-Parting Sword Art?”

That’s right, what Cao Feng was using at this moment was precisely the Water-Parting Sword Art. The fine rain’s Water-Parting Sword Art was taught by Cao Feng, and now that the true master was performing it, it was not only more exquisite and complex than fine rain’s, but the sword momentum also contained a hint of effeminacy.

Ye Qingfeng had already experienced the Water-Parting Sword Art. He immediately held his Profound Iron Heavy Sword horizontally, deflecting Cao Feng’s sword edge, and then laughed loudly: “Hahahaha, you old effeminate man, using this woman’s sword art, it really suits you.”

“Go to hell!”

Cao Feng grew even more furious upon hearing this. In his rage, the sword momentum became even faster, like a sudden storm coming head-on, continuous and relentless.

“Good!”

Ye Qingfeng, in a burst of excitement, immediately shook his right arm. The Profound Iron Heavy Sword in his hand drew a sword circle from left to right. As soon as Cao Feng’s sword momentum attacked, it was completely ensnared by the sword circle, as if deeply mired in mud, the more he struggled, the heavier it became.

“Let go!”

Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng let out a soft shout, and Cao Feng could no longer resist the force of the sword circle. The Wheel Sword in his hand clanged to the ground, and blood streamed continuously from his sword-wielding right hand.

The sword circle used by Ye Qingfeng was the essence of the Grand Profound Sword Art, named “Bi Xu Wu Yin” (Lowly Void Without Cause).

Although this sword was executed with the invincible Profound Iron Heavy Sword, it deeply understood the way of gentleness, displaying the sword intent of “lifting heavy as light” to its fullest. In Ye Qingfeng’s view, all things in heaven and earth are divided by yin and yang, and the path of martial arts is the same. Ye Qingfeng studied the Myriad Longevity Daoist Canon and comprehended the wondrous realm of “supreme good is like water” from it, thereby creating this ultimate soft sword move.

Supreme good is like water, benefiting all things without contention.

The softest thing in the world can conquer the hardest thing in the world.

These two sentences are the core essence of “Bi Xu Wu Yin.”

From the perspective of sword theory and sword intent, this move “Bi Xu Wu Yin” indeed shares the same ingenious qualities as Tai Chi Sword Art.

As for Cao Feng’s sword arts, whether it was the Wheel Sword Art or the Water-Parting Sword Art, they were both assassin’s swords created for killing. While the sword arts certainly contained a murderous intent, there was no sword theory or sword intent to speak of.

A sword art without sword theory and sword intent is like a body without a soul.

Therefore, no matter how strong Cao Feng’s sword art was, he would never be Ye Qingfeng’s opponent.

Having his weapon disarmed in one move, Cao Feng was even more shocked: “What kind of sword art are you using?”

Ye Qingfeng smiled: “The sword that kills you.”

As soon as his voice fell, he shook his arm, and the Profound Iron Heavy Sword in his hand immediately transformed into a black light, suddenly flying out to stab.

“Not good!”… This thrust still carried an overwhelming momentum, still possessing the power to block.

When Cao Feng had a weapon in hand, he still couldn’t withstand the sharpness of the Profound Iron Heavy Sword, let alone now without a weapon.

“Escape!”

Under the shroud of death, a thought suddenly arose in Cao Feng’s mind.

Where there is life, there is hope. If he didn’t get the Bodhi Dharma’s remains, he could still plan for it later. Once his life was gone, everything would be gone. Who was Cao Feng? The clan brother of Cao Zhengchun, the Grand Director of the Eastern Depot. Even without Black Stone, he was still a powerful figure second only to one person and above ten thousand, still capable of single-handedly covering the sky. If he died like this, how could he be reconciled?

As soon as the thought of escaping arose, Cao Feng did not hesitate. He instantly gathered all his internal energy and burst forth, his feet suddenly leaping, avoiding Ye Qingfeng’s sword edge and landing several zhang away.

At this moment, he had exerted his lightness skill to its extreme.

With one sword missing its target, Ye Qingfeng was momentarily stunned, then he shouted: “Good eunuch dog, you do have some skill, but you can’t escape.”

Before his shout faded, he moved, transforming into a black light, shooting out like lightning. His speed was so fast that it not only produced a terrifying sonic boom but also left several afterimages in the air.

In an instant, Ye Qingfeng soared over ten zhang, landing directly in front of Cao Feng.

Before Cao Feng could react, he suddenly thrust his sword back.

With a “hiss,” Cao Feng hadn’t even realized what was happening when he was pierced through the chest by a sword.

“Ugh… Am I going to die?”

Looking at the dark, large sword embedded in his chest, Cao Feng’s face was filled with unwillingness.

At this moment, he felt as if there was a black hole inside him, constantly devouring his life.

“Hiss!”

Ye Qingfeng smoothly pulled out the Profound Iron Heavy Sword and said, “To die by my sword, you can consider it a worthy death.”

Cao Feng’s eyes became unfocused, and his body slowly fell backward. A sound like a bellows came from his throat, blood foam constantly gushed from his mouth and nose, and his eyes were bloodshot, looking extremely terrifying.

In the last moments of losing his life, he suddenly stopped hating Ye Qingfeng, and instead felt a little hate for himself. As his consciousness slowly dissipated, only one thought remained: ”

Ye Qingfeng slowly squatted down, looking at him with a complex gaze, and said, “King Wheel, you painstakingly plotted to seize the Bodhi Dharma’s remains, and in the end, even sacrificed your life for it. It’s truly not worth it. Because the Bodhi Dharma’s remains do not have the effect of regenerating life; everything is just a rumor spread by the martial arts world. Knowing this secret, you should be able to rest in peace, right?”

Upon hearing this, Cao Feng’s face suddenly changed, unable to tell whether it was shock or unwillingness.

Then, he saw his legs twitch, his neck twisted, and his breath ceased.

The king of black-道を assassins, thus met his demise.

In fact, putting aside his evil deeds, Cao Feng was a commendable person; he spent his entire life striving to become a true man (Zhao Dede). In light of this, Ye Qingfeng did not leave his body exposed in the wilderness but dug a pit on the spot to bury him.

After the burial, Ye Qingfeng erected a tombstone for him and carved his name on it.

After all this was done, Ye Qingfeng left the Bodhi Dharma’s remains at the temple gate and then, without any lingering attachment, turned and left.

He had been gone for a long time before Monk Jianchi stepped out of the temple gate to collect the cold remains.

Looking at Ye Qingfeng’s departing back, Monk Jianchi’s Buddhist heart was greatly moved, and he murmured, “Sword Demon, Sword Demon, a demon among swords…”

As for Ye Qingfeng, after he left, he went north all the way, heading straight for the capital. Jia Ting, Lu Xiaochuan, and a few young eunuchs under them naturally escorted Yang Yuxuan’s two children, following secretly all the way.

On the other hand, upon learning of King Wheel’s death, Fine Rain also packed her bags and headed for the capital.

Thus, the center of the storm naturally shifted to the capital, and intelligence from all sides poured into the Eastern Depot and the Dragon Guarding Manor.

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