My Cold and Beautiful Wife - Chapter 297

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Ye Fan happily walked onto the stage, casually waved the heavy sword in his hand, and said, "Let's begin."

Liu Yunfeng looked at him with disdain, "You make the first move, I'll give you three chances to make the first move."

"Are you sure you want me to go first?" Ye Fan smiled playfully.

Liu Yunfeng confidently brandished his sword and arrogantly said, "I'll let you go first. Why do you talk so much nonsense? Don't tell me you don't even have the courage to make a first move?"

Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh, sighed, and then no longer said anything as he slowly walked over.

When the people below the arena saw this scene, they couldn't help but laugh at it.

"Does this person know fencing? What is he trying to do?"

"He doesn't even know how to wield a sword. If Brother Feng fights with someone like him, doesn't he lower himself?"

The group of people pointed at the competition and felt that it was nothing worth watching.

When Ye Fan was less than three meters away from Liu Yunfeng, Ye Fan finally raised his sword and swung it down.

Liu Yunfeng saw the path of the sword, and without hesitation, he raised his sword diagonally, intending to send Ye Fan's sword flying.

But right when Liu Yunfeng's sword touched Ye Fan's sword, Liu Yunfeng felt a huge pressure coming from his sword!

"Clang!"

With the sound of metal breaking, the heavy sword in Liu Yunfeng's hands directly broke into two pieces, the sword head flying away!

Ye Fan's heavy sword, on the other hand, was completely unharmed. It was so leisurely placed on Liu Yunfeng's neck.

In the blink of an eye, the whole Swordsman Training Hall went deathly silent. Everyone stared dumbstruck at the scene of Liu Yunfeng being pointed at by Ye Fan with his sword.

Liu Yunfeng's eyes were wide open, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He could feel that his right hand, which was holding the sword, was numb.

He knew that this was not an illusion. Just now, his right hand had suffered a powerful blow that had nearly caused his sword hilt to fall off!

"Okay, I feel that there is no need to compete anymore." Ye Fan casually threw away his heavy sword and then planned to step down from the stage.

Of course, Liu Yunfeng could not accept such an outcome. He quickly shouted, "Wait!"

Ye Fan stopped his steps, turned his head and asked: "What, is there something else?"

"This is just an accident, I underestimated my opponent, and this sword is broken, it is not my problem." Liu Yunfeng said, "We have started over again, this time, I will not underestimate my opponent!"

Upon hearing this, many of the members of the Fencing Club regained their fighting spirit and echoed his sentiments.

"That's right!" It was a problem with the sword! "It has nothing to do with Brother Feng!"

"Senior!" He couldn't be careless! We support you! " Some of the girls also shouted.

Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "The sword you use is the same as mine, why is there a problem with only your sword? I'm not coming anymore …. I'm not here to play children's games with you. "

"This is a duel where I bet my honor and seek justice for my brother. Do you dare to say that this is a game!?"

Liu Yunfeng became angry from the embarrassment, picked up Ye Fan's sword from the ground, chased after him and stabbed towards Ye Fan!

As soon as he thought of the news today that he, Liu Yunfeng, would lose his prestige at Hua Hai University, being mocked by others, he definitely could not tolerate it!

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, this kid really doesn't shed tears until he sees the coffin.

Unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two was quite large. Ye Fan leaned to the side and dodged Liu Yunfeng's stab.

This time, the students below the stage could see even more clearly that Liu Yunfeng was attacking from behind, but Ye Fan was able to dodge, so it was clear who was stronger!

The group of students could not help but shut their mouths silently. Only now did they realize that Ye Fan did not win by a fluke.

Liu Yunfeng's continuous thrusts did not manage to hit Ye Fan. Finally, he no longer hid his true strength, and his body suddenly released a wave of zhen qi. The heavy sword began to have zhen qi flowing around it.

"Watch my sword!"

Liu Yunfeng consecutively flipped a few times, his sword was like a tornado as it swept across, approaching Ye Fan step by step!

When this move was used, it was many times more brutal than ordinary swordplay. It instantly drew the cries of shock from the students below.

Ye Fan frowned. He had long known that Liu Yunfeng had the zhenqi cultivation of Xiantian, so he knew that Liu Yunfeng's origins were not ordinary.

However, he did not expect that in public, in order to save face, he would use his ancient martial arts. He no longer used the method of fencing with the sword, and instead completely started displaying his ancient martial arts sword techniques.

"The thirteen swords of the Celestial Sect of Wonders … "So you are from the 'Mysterious Sword Sect'. No wonder you are so arrogant." Ye Fan saw this sword technique and finally completely understood this guy's background.

The Mysterious Sword Sect was a sect of ancient martial arts that had existed for more than 300 years. They focused on swordsmanship and formed an alliance with the Zhu Clan of Yan City, one of the Five Great Clans.

It could be said that this was a sect that was similar to the Azure Dragon School, with a total strength of barely an A rank.

It was said that the Mystic Sword Sect's sword techniques originated from ancient martial arts sects like Qingcheng and Iron Sword. However, the Mystic Sword Sect had always insisted that they were not the descendants of any sect.

The Mysterious Sword Sect, in particular, had a "Treading Sword Technique". It was said that it could fly on a sword and control a flying sword to achieve a more perfect "one with the sword" effect. However, it was very difficult to practice.

However, although the Mystic Sword Sect's sword techniques were exquisite, Liu Yunfeng's cultivation was not enough. Even with dozens of sword attacks chasing after him, which caused the audience to be dazzled and feel incomparably cool, in Ye Fan's eyes, these sword paths were just too easy to see through.

Even after Liu Yunfeng finished his sword technique, he still did not manage to catch Ye Fan. His heart became even more unsettled, "Who the hell are you?" I can tell that this young master is someone from the Mystic Sword Sect? "

"Who I am is not important. Is it really appropriate for your Black Sword Sect to use true energy in such a grand manner on a university campus?" Ye Fan smiled and said.

"Don't worry, nobody can touch me at Huaguhai University!" Liu Yunfeng coldly snorted, with a leap, the heavy sword in his hand slashed out a gorgeous sword flower, chopping down towards Ye Fan!

Seeing such an exquisite sword move, even Ning Zimo, who was below the stage, was startled. He clenched his hands tightly and felt a little regretful that he let Ye Fan compete with him. He had obviously offended someone from an ancient martial arts background.

Ye Fan snorted, seeing this gorgeous move, he thought of the two bronze swordsmen he had met in the ancient tomb.

With their simple and primitive ancient sword techniques, they could easily decipher the thirteen swords of the Celestial Sect of Wonders.

As Ye Fan thought of this, he picked up the broken sword that Liu Yunfeng had abandoned earlier. Then, he took a step forward, and without saying a word, he stabbed towards the center of Liu Yunfeng's flower sword!

This thrust seemed simple, but it carried the unique aura of a sword. It was precise and bizarre!

"Hu!" A sonic boom rang out!

Liu Yunfeng froze on the spot, one hand holding his sword. Before he could swing it, he was too scared to move.

Because, once again, Ye Fan's sword had blocked his throat!

Liu Yunfeng's eyes widened, he felt as if he was in a dream. He didn't even understand how his own sword move was so easily broken!?