Chapter 124: The World's Number One Years Ago
In a short while, the two sides had exchanged more than two hundred moves, and the situation seemed to be evenly matched, but Qu Qingliu could not help but cry out in pain in his heart.

"Damn it, why is this guy's swordsmanship so weird!"

Before starting, he was still full of confidence in himself. In his opinion, Fang Xun was strong, but he was only ranked 67th on the Dragon and Phoenix List. There must be a limit, and it is impossible for him to be stronger than him in the field of swordsmanship.

But after the actual fight, Qu Qingliu felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.

After only a dozen moves, he was shocked to find that the opponent's swordsmanship was not inferior to his own and was even slightly better. But what shocked him even more was the opponent's swordsmanship style.

Fang Xun is only nineteen and not yet twenty this year, but he can use a variety of sword techniques with different styles, and each set of sword techniques is of superior quality.

'Even if this guy has been learning swords since he was born, he can't be an expert in all the techniques!'

Qu Qingliu was really shocked. This was not just a combination of different styles of swordsmanship, but one style after another changed and shifted so smoothly that no one could find the slightest flaw, as if these diametrically opposed swordsmanship were originally a whole.

His "Green Pine Sword Technique" is better at defense. Standing like a green pine, no matter how strong the wind and rain blow, I can respond to all changes with the same attitude. As long as the enemy relaxes and shows a flaw, I will face a fierce counterattack.

Not long after they started fighting, he discovered several flaws in Fang Xun's transitions, but when he wanted to seize the flaws and counterattack, he found that they were not flaws at all, but one of the subsequent changes!
This feeling was extremely suffocating. Qu Qingliu thought that if he did not suppress his power, even if the opponent's Qi was fully integrated without any flaws, he would be able to rely on his realm advantage to forcefully find the flaws!
But now he can only defend like this, and if he relaxes a little, he will lose the competition!

Qu Qingliu became extremely angry when he thought about having to kowtow three times in front of Wei Lin's spirit to apologize after losing.

Unlike his bad mood, Du Chen and other swordsmen were watching the flying swords in the field with great interest.

Although both of them had suppressed their skills to the level of acquired perfection, the noise during the fight was not very loud, but the collision of swords was also colorful and brilliant.

Just talking about swordsmanship, everyone in the field couldn't help but admire him. At the beginning, they didn't think much of Fang Xun, but now they were all surprised.

Although Qu Qingliu is a bit of a know-it-all, he is still strong as he gets older. He is over a hundred years old and still in good health. His swordsmanship is definitely not weak.

But Fang Xun did not lose the upper hand at all, and even took control of the initiative, which surprised everyone.

Du Chen's heart was filled with waves of shock. He felt that there was a hint of vitality in Fang Xun's swordsmanship.

Although it was not as vibrant as the sword intent contained in the sword marks on the mountain wall, this extra bit of vitality made Fang Xun's swordsmanship seem to come alive, adding a bit of agility and becoming more threatening.

Moreover, Fang Xun's swordsmanship was still improving slowly. As time went by, that ray of vitality was slowly growing stronger. Although it was slow, it was unwavering. Fang Xun seemed to be digesting the gains from comprehending the sword intent just now.

'Hey, he only spent a quarter of an hour to comprehend the subtlety of it?!'

At this moment, Du Chen suddenly sensed a movement from the crowd behind him. Turning around, he saw the swordsmen making way for them. Two stern young men, one in white and one in blue, who looked to be in their early twenties, walked quickly to the front.

After seeing who was coming, Du Chen's eyes widened.

'Jian Wuyi!'

The leader, Jian Wuyi, was dressed in white and had a cold expression. The young man in blue beside him was also serious. The crowd made way and walked to the front in three or two steps. They stood near Du Chen and watched the fight quietly.

Looking at the situation on the field, Jian Wuyi's expression of ice that had remained unchanged for thousands of years actually showed a hint of relaxation, and he couldn't help but ask, "Fang Xun, how many times have you comprehended it?"

The voice was as cold as iron, and no one knew who he was asking. It made people feel chilly, and everyone who heard it nearby felt a chill.

Du Chen, who was standing by, shuddered and heard a slightly apologetic voice in his ears.

"Senior brother from Lijian Pavilion, Jianzi is just like that when he speaks, please don't be offended." At first glance, it was a disciple from Shenjian Lake beside Jian Wuyi who was looking at him. Although his voice was still a little indifferent, the apology in his tone was clearly felt.

"Jianzi was just asking you, how long has it been since Fang Xun first started to comprehend this sword mark?"

After realizing that the other party was asking him, Du Chen reacted immediately and hurriedly answered.

"This was Brother Fang's first time comprehending, but he had a conflict with Senior Qu within a quarter of an hour. Both of them suppressed their skills to the level of acquired perfection and competed in swordsmanship."

Upon hearing this, Jian Wuyi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded slightly, saying, "He has understood it. I can sense a hint of the sword intent of the Sword of Life and Death!"

Not only Du Chen, but even the blue-clothed junior fellow beside him was horrified and asked directly in shock: "Brother, are you saying that Fang Xun has fully understood the sword mark left by Grandmaster Mu?!"

Du Chen was not surprised when he heard this, but the swordsmen behind him were all in an uproar.

About a thousand years ago, several decades after the Blood Demon Master Xue Linlang disappeared, the Sword God of Shenjian Lake Mu Qingkong emerged and became the new number one in the world.

As a disciple of Lijiang Pavilion, Du Chen certainly knew the origin of this.

It was just by chance that Mu Qingkong broke through in seclusion at Mojian Peak, and the sword marks he left behind have become the foundation of Lijian Pavilion. Shenjian Lake also knew about this but did not say anything.

If there are disciples from the Divine Sword Lake traveling in Jiangzhou, the Lijian Pavilion will take the initiative to open the forbidden area and allow them to comprehend. After all, their own heritage was left by their predecessors.

Many other foreign swordsmen did not know this, but when they heard it and looked at the sword mark on the mountain wall, their eyes suddenly changed. This was left by the world's number one sword mark nine hundred years ago!
Jian Wuyi ignored everyone else and just nodded slightly after hearing his junior brother's question.

"That old man is no match. If Fang Xun wants to win, he can do so with the next move."

I don’t know if it was because I came across something that interested me, but I managed to say a lot, which was a rare thing.

Du Chen and the other swordsmen all widened their eyes and quickly turned to look at the two people in the field who still seemed to be evenly matched, but no matter how they looked left and right, they could not figure out anything.

"Although the sword techniques Fang Xun has learned are complicated, he has a brilliant general principle that governs all of his sword techniques and brings them to a higher level through innovation. I also feel that his sword intent can threaten me.

When fighting with that person, I never used any real killing moves. Even so, I pushed my opponent to the limit. He was not far from revealing his flaws. At most, he would be defeated in ten moves!"

Jian Wuyi explained again, and the blue-clothed junior brother beside him looked surprised.

"Brother, it's rare for you to say so many words in one breath, and you gave Fang Xun such a high evaluation. Did you meet an opponent you're interested in?"

At this moment, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

The two of them were seen attacking and defending, maintaining a stalemate. But after Fang Xun had just swung out a set of sword techniques that made the breeze blow across his face, he let out a long whistle and leaped up, striking out nine swords in mid-air in an instant.

Everyone only heard the sound of a dragon roaring in the field, and Qu Qingliu's face changed drastically.

The gentle breeze on my face suddenly turned into a mountain pressing down on my head, like a flying dragon in the sky, crashing down from the air towards Qu Qingliu with great force.

Kunlun Flying Dragon Great Nine Styles——

(End of this chapter)