43: Sword Duel

"Don't you already know? Why ask such a redundant question?" Yang Yi smiled faintly.

Han Feijue said, "We investigated after descending the mountain."

"Some say you killed the Disciples of Opening Heaven Gate."

"But as members of a righteous sect, we will never listen to the words of others."

"Coming here today is just to ask you: did you or did you not harm the Disciples of my Opening Heaven Gate?"

"I did. I killed quite a few." Yang Yi admitted directly.

The two Disciples remained calm.

Han Feijue stepped forward and slowly took down the red sword from his back.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, a flash of red light illuminated the entire council hall.

"Since that is the case, please come with us to Opening Heaven Gate."

"And what if I refuse to go?"

"If you refuse, I will have no choice but to take action and escort you to Opening Heaven Gate myself. You choose."

"Just the two of you?" Yang Yi was somewhat surprised.

He did not know what kind of ability these two possessed to be so confident.

The red sword in Han Feijue's hand swayed gently.

In an instant, waves of Killing Intent radiated from the sword.

Several beams of sword radiance surrounded him, capable of both protection and attack.

"By this sword in my hand."

"Your sword is not bad. I also have a sword." Yang Yi took out his Seven Injury Divine Sword and placed it on the table.

"Take a look at my sword. How is it?"

"Not bad," Han Feijue commented.

The sword radiance surrounding him became even more intense than before.

As soon as he looked at that sword, he knew Yang Yi was extraordinary.

The disdain in his heart turned into vigilance in an instant.

Behind him, the other Disciple, Nangong Tianyue, had his eyes fixed on the Seven Injury Divine Sword.

His expression was somewhat contemptuous, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he were mocking.

"Among the younger generation of Disciples in Opening Heaven Gate, I am ranked.

"Although my strength is not the strongest, I am still a pillar of the sect."

"Based on the sword you brought out, you are qualified to fight me."

"This room is nice. Let's go outside to fight." Yang Yi picked up the Seven Killing Divine Sword and walked outside.

The others followed closely behind.

Arriving in the courtyard, Han Feijue set his stance like a tiger, staring intently at Yang Yi.

The sword radiance surrounding him followed closely.

When he stood there, several beams of sword radiance began to spin around him, and a mass of red mist appeared above, vaguely resembling a Bagua diagram.

"The first Move of the Bagua Divine Sword: Eight Gates of No Life!" Han Feijue shouted.

The eight streams of Sword Qi surrounding him darted into the Bagua diagram above.

In an instant, the Bagua diagram shone brightly.

Eight red beams of sword radiance appeared within it.

One of the beams tore through the Bagua formation and shot straight toward Yang Yi.

Those standing nearby could feel the infinite power of the Sword Qi.

Their clothes were blown about by the aftermath of the Sword Qi, and a trace of chill swirled around everyone.

Just as everyone was staring intently at the front, Yang Yi slowly slashed out with his sword.

This Move was plain and unremarkable, yet it carried a power of sadness.

The sword radiance enveloped everyone.

At this moment, everyone felt an inexplicable sense of desolation in their hearts, thinking of many past events.

No matter who you are, no matter what creature you are, as long as you possess consciousness, you can experience a kind of sadness.

That sadness arises from the bottom of the heart and has a fatal interference on people.

Because human consciousness far surpasses other creatures, and emotions are rich and colorful, it is easier to be interfered with by sadness.

In an instant, Han Feijue thought of the past, his tragic fate, the moment he was abandoned, and the time he was most helpless.

As countless waves of sadness surged into his heart, the sword in his hand lost its previous sharpness.

The Bagua formation seemed to have fallen into sadness as well.

Behind him, Nangong Tianyue saw a slight crack appear in the Bagua formation.

With the appearance of this crack, the entire Bagua formation began to collapse.

In a moment, the Bagua formation shattered piece by piece in mid-air, turning into nothingness.

The Sword Qi completely collapsed and vanished into the air before reaching Yang Yi.

When everything returned to calm, only Han Feijue's tears were slowly sliding down his cheeks.

Yang Yi gripped his sword and looked at the silently grieving Han Feijue, a smile that no one noticed curling up at the corner of his mouth.

"I have lost." Han Feijue's voice was cold.

He wanted to control his tears, but he could not stop them; the sadness in his heart kept bursting out involuntarily.

The Aura of sadness had already vanished, but everyone's thoughts were still lingering on sad memories.

Therefore, a feeling of sadness still swirled around their bodies and hearts.

After a long time, Han Feijue's tears finally stopped, and everyone's sad emotions also turned into nothingness.

Han Feijue looked at Yang Yi and asked curiously, "What kind of Move is this?"

"This is one of the Moves of my Seven Injury Divine Sword: the Sadness Sword."

"Sadness Sword." Han Feijue muttered to himself. He turned his head to look at Nangong Tianyue.

"I lost." "Let me handle this."

Nangong Tianyue stepped forward in front of Han Feijue and unslung the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Sword from his back.

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, the sound of a Dragon roaring resounded through the world.

Before he even made a Move, everyone was shocked by this strange scene, their hearts pounding uncontrollably.

"Another good sword," Yang Yi said with a smile.

Nangong Tianyue nodded slightly and looked at the Seven Injury Divine Sword in his hand.

"You also have a good sword."

Nangong Tianyue drew his sword, and a Dragon roared wildly.

A streak of golden Sword Qi rushed toward Yang Yi.

Within the Sword Qi, a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon seemed to be swimming.

A terrifying pressure surged forward.

Yang Yi took a step back, gripped the Seven Injury Divine Sword, and lightly swept it forward.

It was still the Sadness Sword.

This sword strike suppressed Nangong Tianyue's Sword Qi.

The originally golden Sword Qi completely transformed into a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon.

It let out a roar toward the sky and charged at Yang Yi with unstoppable force.

Even though the Aura of sadness swirled around it, it was difficult to block the unstoppable Aura.

With a loud boom, Yang Yi was forced back several steps, his hair disheveled, and the sword in his hand trembling slightly.

Nangong Tianyue breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

When he drew his sword just now, he was truly afraid that Yang Yi would block it.

If this sword strike were blocked, he would also be defeated by Yang Yi.

Fortunately, Yang Yi had already been defeated.

Just as he was preparing to sheath his sword, Yang Yi stepped forward with a faint smile.

"Not bad. Taste my second sword: the Revenge Sword."

The Seven Injury Divine Sword slashed through the air again.

Violent winds arose, and the sky darkened.

A murderous Aura swept across the world.

With just one strike, it shattered the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon formed by the Sword Qi.

The remaining faint sword radiance, carrying a sharp Aura, struck the body of Nangong Tianyue's sword.