Chapter 99: My Sword Is Unstoppable!

  Ye Qingfeng woke up, stood up, and her calm eyes passed through the two-meter void, falling on Chen Qingzhu's body, with a faint smile.

  Chen Qingzhu, who woke up from a daze, held a large doll in her arms, her pretty face slightly red, pouting with a scowl, and hummed: "Hmph."

  Long Hao Tian pinched his chin, his eyes shining brightly as he gazed at the two lovely young women, and chuckled lewdly:

  "Haha, unexpectedly, a woman using a sword is actually so beautiful. However, in the end, it's a bit too bloody."

  "That Ye Qingfeng is really ruthless, such a lively and lovely little girl who evokes sympathy, she also dares to take action! If it were me, I wouldn't even have time to feel heartache!"

  Fang Luo couldn't help but smile and said, "Hao Tian, if you really went up against Chen Qingzhu, it's hard to say who would win or lose. Don't underestimate Chen Qingzhu, he's cunning and has many tricks up his sleeve!"

  "That's not necessarily true! I'm not a fool!" Long Hao Tian was unconvinced, his face revealing a sly smile as he let out a lewd laugh: "On the arena, perhaps I'm not her match. But if it were on the bed... Heh Heh!"

  Those last two lewd laughs, the more they made people's imaginations run wild, the more they revealed this kid's true nature, and the lustful color flowing from his eyebrows left him completely exposed.

  Mo Bei couldn't help but change the subject and asked: "When does the next match start? Has the semifinal lineup been announced?"

  Fang Luo You smiled and said: "In the next match, there will only be four people left in the winning group. You, me, Ye Qingfeng, and that Sun Zhongyan."

  "Older brother, older brother, come out! Come out!" Long Hao Tian pointed again at the swirling light in the sky and said: "The next match is yours! You go fight, Ye Qingfeng!"

  "Oh?"

  Upon hearing this, Mo Bei's eyes flickered and he slightly raised an eyebrow: "Is it finally coming?"

  As he spoke, Mo Bei subconsciously looked towards Ye Qingfeng.

  It just so happened that Ye Qingfeng also cast her gaze towards Mo Bei at the same time.

  They stared at each other.

  Ye Qingfeng's autumn water-like eyes flashed a hint of surprise, but immediately returned to their usual calmness.

  "Surprised?"

  Her eyes changed extremely fast, but this momentary change had already been captured by Mo Bei's sharp senses.

  "Are you surprised?"

  Mo Bei's mouth involuntarily curled up into a smile, clenched his fists, and his heart was more determined than ever: "I will make you even more surprised!"

  After a cup of tea's time, after a brief rest, the disciples who participated in the competition finally regained their spirits.

  The semifinals have officially begun!

  Mo Bei and Ye Qingfeng stepped onto the stage separately.

  The crowd below, with numerous shouts and cheers, seemed to be gradually weakening, but Mo Bei didn't hear a word.

  At this moment, he quietly gazed at the nearby silhouette.

  "Is it you?"

  The first one to speak was unexpectedly Ye Qingfeng.

  At this moment, Ye Qingfeng's eyes, like ink, emitted a complex gaze, as if containing several emotions, making it difficult for people to understand.

  Surprise? Astonishment, or rather, after the astonishment, that deepest hidden hint of disdain?

  "Really surprised?" Mo Bei said calmly on the surface.

  Ye Qingfeng's face regained its calmness and her usual haughty demeanor, saying softly: "Admit defeat, you're not my match."

  Her voice was flat, as if she were talking about something that wasn't worth being proud of, a trivial matter.

  Or maybe deep down she thought it was a normal thing that Mo Bei wasn't as good as her, so she could be so calm about it.

  Mo Bei's mouth curved upwards at the corner, his fists clenched tightly.

  He didn't take over the conversation, smiled and said: "Draw your sword."

  Ye Qingfeng shook his head silently: This guy is a bit stubborn. He clearly knows he's no match for me, why bother drawing his sword?

  Forget it, let him give up then.

  Ye Qingfeng slowly drew his sword, and a cold, arrogant killing intent suddenly appeared between his eyebrows!

  At the moment she drew her sword, her momentum underwent a heaven-reversing and earth-overturning change.

  The frost on her face suddenly melted away, replaced by an endless killing intent!

  That killing intent was derived from the sword's momentum and evolved into a majestic aura, wave after wave, rising steadily to an extremely sharp and fierce level!

  Her world, nothing exists, there is only sword!

  In these ten years of solitude with only his sword for company, Ye Qingfeng's understanding of the intent of the sword had long surpassed anyone else, and he had never had a match!

  But today——

  At the moment Mo Bei drew his sword, her expression froze.

  Feeling the surging sword momentum on Mo Bei's body, even facing his own sword momentum, he didn't yield in the slightest!

  That momentum is rising step by step!

  At this moment, Mo Bei's eyes were tightly closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, just like a terrifying monster that was slowly waking up from its slumber.

  Once he wakes up, the consequences will be unimaginable!

  His own momentum was being slowly suppressed and engulfed inch by inch!

  This feeling made Ye Qingfeng's heart, which was as still as stagnant water, produce a thread of fear for the first time.

  At the same time, outside the arena, in the sky.

  Sitting cross-legged on the cloud, his body floated up and down, and Wei Sheng Zhen Ren, who had been closing his eyes in a state of false sleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

  A spark of sharpness burst out from his turbid old eyes, gazing towards the arena!

  "Is this kid the same one who made a big splash when he first entered the outer gate?"

  Weisheng's eyebrows flowed with a subtle, otherworldly aura, and he asked in a stern tone.

  The Water Moon Granny, who was waiting on the side, immediately bowed and cast a glance at Mo Bei in the arena, saying respectfully: "Reporting to the True Person, it is him. This young man is a outer sect disciple of the Tai Xu Sect, Mo Bei."

  "Where's Mom? Where's Mom?"

  The dim eyes of Wei Sheng, a real person, kept flashing, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. He muttered to himself several times, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Good, good Mo Bei!"

  "What a powerful and overbearing sword move, yet it was executed by a mere outer sect disciple in the Refining Qi stage!" Wei Sheng Zhenren gazed intently at Mo Bei, praising: "It's truly astonishing to this old man."

  "Just based on his understanding of sword intent, I'm afraid he's already surpassed ordinary Foundation Building disciples. A young one is indeed teachable, a young one is indeed teachable!"

  On the stage of martial arts competition.

  "Can't wait any longer! Otherwise, I'll lose all will to fight!"

  "Break your sword momentum, destroy your sword intent, see how fierce you are now!"

  Ye Qing's face changed slightly as she made up her mind, and her figure floated up, taking advantage of Mo Bei still gathering his strength, before he could fully expand his sword aura.

  Ye Qingfeng's sword sliced through the air, exploding with a loud bang, scattering in all directions, its momentum extremely fierce, pressing straight on to the north.

  At the moment when Mo Bei was about to be executed!

  "Katana Blast!!"

  Mo Beidou suddenly opened his eyes, and in his heart, he faintly said that there was a hint of electric light flashing through those eyes!

  In an instant, that surging sword momentum, which had already reached its peak, suddenly burst forth like a dam breaking, exploding out in a frenzy!

  This ferocious beast, which had been sleeping for a long time, was completely awakened the moment it opened its eyes in Mo Bei!!

  That majestic sword momentum is like a shocking wave, destroying withered and rotten things, its power is like breaking bamboo!

  Under the sword's fierce and violent momentum, which had reached an unprecedented level, Ye Qingfeng's pretty face suddenly turned pale as paper. The seemingly sharp sword was torn apart like a piece of paper!

  Her attack, her sword intent, her sword momentum, perhaps in front of others, unstoppable!

  But the fierce momentum that burst out from Mo Bei, in an instant, completely tore apart its seemingly impregnable sword aura, and it collapsed without a fight!

  Unable to withstand even a single blow!

  Endless illusions appear in the north, flashing at the same time, floating on the entire arena!

  All of them, with furrowed brows and green blades in hand, simultaneously chopped towards the void where Ye Qingfeng was, with a ruthless slash!

  The sword's momentum is fierce, the attacking momentum is powerful, gathering together to form a golden sharp sword rainbow, splitting the universe!

  BOOM!!

  Dazzling light, the entire screen is dyed a golden yellow, filling the entire space!

  The entire arena was in a state of violent shaking, and the light screen above it had countless ripples that were constantly fluctuating, swaying back and forth, looking as if it might shatter and collapse at any moment!

  "My goodness!" Perched on the edge of the ring, Long Hao Tian watched the battle with rapt attention, shocked to stumble backward several steps, and landed on his butt, covering his chest and exclaiming: "Mother... scared me to death!"

  Not just him, but everyone's face was filled with an indescribable shock, staring at the stage in disbelief.

  "What a powerful sword move!"

  "That Blood Demon is too perverted!"

  Everyone simultaneously had the same idea, swallowing hard, staring in shock.

  It was also unknown how long it took for the sword's edge that filled the entire screen to slowly weaken and retreat.

  Ye Qingfeng woke up with a start from her meditation, her smooth forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. Her heart racing, her beautiful eyes widened in shock, staring at Mo Bei in disbelief, unable to come back to herself for a long time.

  He, how can he be so strong?

  How come?

  She has been with swords since she was a child, and it can be said that in her world, there is only her and the sword.

  She has never had a rival in terms of her skill and understanding with the sword, nor has she ever admitted defeat.

  Until today.

  That man.

  That man she had never taken seriously from the start, that man whose touch on her light gauze made Ye Qingfeng unwilling to experience a second time.

  Whether it's the sword's intent, the sword's momentum, or the power of the sword move.

  Completely crush her!

  Together with her cold and proud heart, it was also shattered into pieces!

  "How is that possible?" Ye Qingfeng's dark eyes were filled with complex emotions, and she was stunned.

  Mo Beiyan straightened up, stood up, and didn't look at her again. With a calm expression, he turned around and walked away slowly, leaving behind a majestic figure.

  Ye Qingfeng stared blankly at the back figure, lightly biting her red lips, expressionless and speechless. After a long while, she finally heard her own low whisper:

  I lost.