Ten deaths without life

Ye Feng abruptly spoke, stopping Sword Changkong, who was about to retrieve the sword.

The Nine Xuan Heavenly Yang Sword, which had just completed its transformation, also flew away from Sword Changkong's eyes and landed in Ye Feng's hand.

No one would feel good when a cooked duck just flew away like that.

Let alone Sword Changkong, a Saint's disciple and a Prodigy with such high aspirations.

Sword Changkong, with his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, tried his best to calm his emotions.

Because his Revered Master often warned him that anger would blind his eyes and make him lose his lychee.

A true peerless swordsman should never easily show his joy or anger on his face.

Sword Changkong took a deep breath and said indifferently, "Your sword?"

"When I was adding Artifact Refining divine Materials just now, why didn't you come out and speak? For two and a half days, you just stood by and watched, waiting for me to finish refining, didn't you?"

Sword Changkong said indifferently, his face expressionless, showing no joy or anger.

Ye Feng was not afraid. He said proudly, "You didn't ask, so why should I tell you?"

"So, you intentionally waited for me to finish refining it, to reap the benefits?"

"You did it willingly, I didn't force you," Ye Feng said, spreading his hands.

He even deliberately flicked the sword body lightly in front of Sword Changkong, treating it as a treasure.

The entire sword body trembled and hummed, clear and pleasant to the ear.

The sword body shone with a chilling light, incredibly sharp.

"You misunderstood, thinking this was an Opportunity from the Sword Tomb, so you can't blame me."

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for acting without clarifying the situation," Ye Feng said indifferently.

The confrontation between the two attracted some people.

Especially Sword Changkong, who possessed extraordinary talent.

Everything about him indicated his extraordinary nature, and everyone wanted to see what kind of divine sword he could refine.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the treasured sword was refined, someone came out to contend for its ownership.

"Whose sword is this?"

"I don't know, it should be ownerless."

"But that sword is very obedient, completely achieving the effect of Sword Intent following the mind."

"When we saw this sword, the Restriction of the Sword Tomb hadn't been broken yet, how did he get in?"

"I don't know, let's just watch."

Sword Changkong was truly angered. He had never seen such a shameless person.

Before he made a move, the Restriction of this Sword Tomb was intact. How did this guy get in?

"You say this sword is yours, where's the evidence?"

"Evidence?" Ye Feng glanced at Sword Changkong disdainfully and said to the sword spirit, "Tianyang, we're old buddies, aren't we?"

The sword spirit flew out of the sword body, stood on Ye Feng's left shoulder, and nodded, looking at Sword Changkong with a half-smile.

Sword spirit!

Sword Changkong's expression froze. He hadn't sensed any sword spirit when he was refining the sword just now.

No, it was the sword spirit intentionally hiding its tracks.

"Are you two colluding to deceive me?" Sword Changkong's voice carried anger.

The owner of the sword was nearby, and the sword spirit was hidden inside the sword body.

When he was refining the sword, these two guys didn't remind him at all that this was an owned item.

"I didn't deceive you. Who can you blame for your own greed?" Ye Feng said indifferently.

Everyone finally understood that Ye Feng was taking advantage of Sword Changkong.

"Holy cow, this is too dirty."

"He didn't come out at first to claim ownership of the sword, but when someone else spent a lot of divine Materials to refine it, he came out at that moment to say the sword belonged to him."

"He was standing next to me with his head down at the time. I thought he was just watching like us, but I didn't expect him to be reaping the benefits. What a dirty thought."

"Too shameless."

"..."

Everyone condemned Ye Feng, clearly indicating that he wanted to take advantage of others.

Ye Feng was unmoved, declaring, "I didn't make him do it. It's none of my business that he voluntarily added Materials."

Sword Changkong took a deep breath and laughed, "I wouldn't stoop to snatching this sword. For me, participating in this training is just a tempering experience."

"But I can't stand this insult. You're ganging up to trick me, right? I want to see what you're capable of."

With that, Sword Changkong waved his right arm, his elegant and noble white robe danced in the wind, and in his hand appeared an Immortal Sword shining with a chilling light.

Its grade, appearance, and sharpness were even superior to the Nine Xuan Heavenly Yang Sword.

A genuine first-grade Immortal Sword!

Sword Changkong soared into the sky on the wind.

He was born with a sword bone, standing proudly like a sharp sword piercing the clouds, irresistible!

Before he even made a move, just drawing his sword, the Sword Intent he displayed made people tremble with fear.

This Sword Intent invisibly attacked Ye Feng, causing Ye Feng's pupils to contract sharply.

In Ye Feng's eyes, a sky full of sword rain seemed to be assailing him, leaving no room for maneuver. Only by resisting could he escape this calamity.

The Nine Xuan Heavenly Yang Sword protected its Revered Master at the critical moment. Its originally slender sword body suddenly expanded, becoming as wide and thick as a shield, protecting Ye Feng behind it.

Sword Changkong held the Three Azure Edge, pointing its tip towards the sky.

The chilling light began to shine and rise, eventually transforming into tens of millions of ice-white cold rays.

Tens of thousands of sword lights fell from the sky, and sword rain began to fall.

"Those who deceive me must pay the price."

"If you can survive, then the divine Materials I spent on that sword will be considered medical expenses."

Sword Changkong said with extreme confidence.

He had always been a one-hit killer. Although he didn't use his full strength this time, he used fifty percent of his power.

The opponent's Realm was not Taiyi Golden Immortal, but only Taiyi True Immortal.

He was someone who could easily slay a Grand Luo, there was no reason he couldn't kill him!

"Sword Rain with the Wind!"

Sword Changkong sighed softly, and the white light swords from the sky swooped down, like threads connecting heaven and earth.

A gentle breeze blew, dispelling Ye Feng's illusion.

No one saw how Sword Changkong made his move. In just an instant, Ye Feng was utterly defenseless, beaten to a pulp by his casual sword move.

The sharp sword blocking in front of him also became battered and broken under the onslaught of this Sword Rain with the Wind.

The sword body that had just been repaired instantly became battle-damaged again.

The place where Ye Feng stood was also uneven and covered with deep pits from Sword Changkong's Sword Rain with the Wind.

When the dust settled, there was only a struggling Ye Feng and a dim, broken sword.

Sword Changkong was slightly surprised, "So strong."

"An ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal would surely die from this sword move of mine, yet you actually managed to survive."

Ye Feng coughed up blood, holding the broken sword.

He looked up with resolute eyes at the high and mighty Sword Changkong in the sky, and an unyielding anger rose in his heart.

It had been so many years. He remembered being bullied like this when he was weak. Since his Immortal Ascension, he had never experienced such a feeling of powerlessness.

This feeling of being as insignificant as dust deeply pained his heart.

Ye Feng forcefully plunged the sword into the ground and stood up, supporting himself.

He endured the pain and coughed up blood as he said,

"Do as you please, whether to kill or dismember."

"I only regret that my skill is inferior, otherwise I would surely kill you with my own hands."

He put on a look of facing death bravely, his eyes filled with towering hatred, not hiding his killing intent in the slightest.

Sword Changkong sneered lightly and said coldly, "I said that if you could block me, I would spare your life."

"But, you seem to want to die."

At this point, Ye Feng's expression changed. His originally resolute face showed panic, and his killing intent began to waver.

Ye Feng's original intention was to put on a look of facing death bravely, because he knew these Prodigies best; they were very arrogant.

They would usually not go back on their word.

He had faced countless such crises and had always overcome them by not fearing death.

That is to say, to live by facing death!

But he didn't understand that Sword Changkong was different from the opponents he had encountered before.

Ye Feng harbored killing intent!

"You harbored killing intent towards me, so you must die."

"I don't like leaving behind troubles."

With that, Sword Changkong delivered another blow. This time, the Sword Rain with the Wind had no shield to block the damage for Ye Feng, and he took the full force of a major attack.

He was now a puddle of blood, barely recognizable as a human form from his appearance.

Sword Changkong said indifferently, "I forgot to tell you, my sword leaves no survivors once it's drawn."

With a grab of his hand, the broken sword on the ground was taken into his grasp.

Sword Changkong sneered, "Although you are not human, you still deceived me."

"So your fate is the same as his."

Sword Changkong threw the broken sword away, and the sword in his own hand unleashed tens of millions of Sword Qi, which twisted and shattered it upon impact.

The falling dust, for some reason, happened to cover Ye Feng's corpse.

After Sword Changkong confirmed he was dead, he paid him no more attention and left.

Less than half an hour after Sword Changkong left.

Ye Feng's blood dripped and seeped into the soil.

It actually triggered the Legacy buried deep within the Sword Tomb.

"Who am I? Didn't I die?"

Ye Feng looked at everything before him in disbelief. Although it was pitch black, his consciousness still existed.

"Boy, you survived a great calamity and even permeated my ancient Legacy."

"The Materials of this sword are good, but the Artifact Refining method is a bit terrible. It's clearly Materials for a Sacred Artifact, yet it could only be refined into an Immortal Artifact."

"What terrible craftsmanship, such a waste of heavenly treasures."

The voice of an unknown existence echoed. Ye Feng understood that this was a peerless Revered Master. He came up with a plan and said, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Do you even understand Artifact Refining? This sword of mine is a supreme divine weapon. Don't pretend to understand when you don't."

The voice immediately bristled upon hearing this. Could he not even fool a young brat like him?

Listening to the other party argue with him, Ye Feng knew the other party had fallen for his trick.

He used provocation to rile him up.

That existence, seeing Ye Feng's disbelief, had to show him a thing or two.

Just like that, Ye Feng managed to get his Physical Body reshaped for free, and it was even reshaped using the Materials of that sword.

Having walked through the gates of hell, he survived without incident, and his strength even increased, using the sword to reshape his body.

Now, Ye Feng could be considered to have a sword bone Physical Body, truly achieving the unity of man and sword, a walking Immortal Sword!

"Just you wait, those who couldn't kill me, I will make you pay the price."

Sword Changkong miscalculated. He never would have imagined that Ye Feng, who he had beaten into a puddle of blood, could revive, and even have his strength ascend to a higher level.

One could only say that his Luck had provoked a Child of Destiny, leading to certain death!

Unless Ye Feng died suddenly and unnaturally.