Chapter 333: Huangquan Sword Intention

After Yao Xing was defeated, he staggered back a few steps, his eyes full of unwillingness and shock.

Yao Xing looked at Song Tianming in disbelief. The opponent he once regarded as trash had now defeated him with an absolute advantage.

What makes it even more difficult for Yao Xing to accept is that all of this happened in front of Yan Ruyu. The woman he had admired for a long time was looking at him with complicated eyes.

"I, I actually lost."

Yao Xing murmured to himself, his voice full of bitterness and unwillingness.

Yao Xing knew very well that this defeat not only meant that he was lagging behind in terms of strength, but it was also likely to greatly reduce his status in the heart of his sweetheart, Yan Ruyu.

Yao Xing clenched his fists, his face was ferocious, full of unwillingness and resentment.

Song Tianming looked at the angry, incompetent and furious Yao Xing, raised the corners of his mouth, put his hands behind his back, looking ashamed and arrogant, and said: "What, you still want to fight with my life and fight fiercely? If you still want to If you come, I will accompany you to the end, and I will accompany you until you die!"

Yao Xing was furious. He was so humiliated in front of his sweetheart. How could he endure it? But he had no choice. The strong would be severely humiliated by the weak. This was an ironclad truth in this world where strength was respected.

And Yao Xing may have forgotten that before, he relied on his stronger paper strength to directly and severely humiliate Song Tianming, becoming extremely arrogant and domineering.

But now the situation is reversed, the strength is reversed, Song Tianming humiliates Yao Xing severely, and no one can say no.

Yao Xing was so angry at being humiliated by Song Tianming that his face turned red. He wanted to utter dirty words, but without the strength to back it up, any form of rebuttal would just be incompetent rage.

Yan Ruyu did not protect Yao Xing's face. After all, Yao Xing was the one responsible for this incident and he should be punished.

And more importantly, in Yan Ruyu's heart, Song Tianming's priority was very high, much higher than that of people like Yao Xing.

It's really not worth taking the risk of offending Song Tianming for a mere Yao Xing.

On the side, Peng Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was filled with fear. Song Tianming was definitely a young man at the supreme level. If he had not asked Yao Xing to test Song Tianming just now, but took the lead, he would definitely lose face, and then he would lose face to his sweetheart. In front of Yan Ruyu, Song Tianming slapped her hard in the face.

However, Peng Yue still felt a little uncomfortable. He admired Yan Ruyu so much, but now there was a monk who surpassed him in all aspects, Song Tianming, which meant that he was outcompeted by Song Tianming in all aspects. How would he pursue Yan Ruyu in the future?

With his thoughts at this point, Peng Yue, a cold swordsman, clenched the sword at his waist, with a stern look in his eyes, he cupped his hands and said, "Young Master Song has extraordinary attainments in swordsmanship. As a swordsman, I, Peng Yue, also want to ask for advice. I wonder if I can agree."

With the lessons learned from Yao Xing, Peng Yue, a cold swordsman, also tempered his sharp edge and tried to be as polite as possible.

This is the suppression of absolute strength. Strength is respected. Everyone must respect the strong, otherwise they will suffer disaster.

Of course, Peng Yue had seen Song Tianming's extraordinary and terrifying combat power before, and he had no confidence that he could defeat Song Tianming, so he just proposed a spar with a simple purpose: to tell Yan Ruyu that he was no worse than Song Tianming.

Even if Peng Yue loses in the end, he will not be as embarrassed as Yao Xing because of the competition.

Peng Yue's calculations were loud, but Song Tianming didn't bother to pay attention. If he wanted to fight, then he would fight.

When Song Tianming heard this, he sneered at the corner of his mouth. He naturally saw through Peng Yue's thoughts. He did not expose it, but said lightly: "Sparring? You want to learn my swordsmanship, okay, I will help you!"

Peng Yue thought about it, as long as he fought well and showed his style, he could regain his place in front of Yan Ruyu.

But Song Tianming was very vengeful. This man had humiliated him so much before, and even if he reversed the situation now, he would still punish him a little.

Since you want to be evenly matched and evenly matched, you can prove your strength in reverse.

Then Song Tianming would suppress Peng Yue with absolute strength and completely crush Peng Yue, making him lose even more face in front of Yan Ruyu.

On the warship in the clouds shrouded in mist, two figures leaped across the sky like dragons, evenly matched, and they were engaging in a battle that would shake the world and make the gods cry.

Song Tianming, dressed in black robes, made a hunting noise, his eyes flashed with immortal demonic flames, and the World-Eating Demonic Sword in his hand swallowed a ghostly light, as if it could swallow everything in the world.

Song Tianming stepped into the void, and every step was accompanied by the roar of thunder. This was his unique magical power of thunder, weaving webs of destruction between heaven and earth.

"Peng Yue, although your sword is sharp and can draw water from the underworld, today, I will use the Green Lotus Sword Technique to break your Jiuyou Ice!"

Song Tianming's voice was low and magnetic. After saying this, he stretched out his figure, like a green lotus blooming for the first time, and the light of his sword cut through the sky like a sword. Each sword contained the meaning of the vibrant green lotus, which was in harmony with Peng Yue's icy coldness. The biting Huangquan sword energy formed a sharp contrast.

Peng Yue stood on the other side, his figure as tall as a pine tree, his face as cold as frost, but his eyes shone with the passion for pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship.

Peng Yue held a sword made of Huangquan marrow stone. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if countless wronged souls were whispering. The sword's intention was strong enough to freeze the surrounding space.

Facing Song Tianming's fierce offensive, he curled up into a sneer. He did not dodge or evade, but faced the difficulty. He tapped the sword tip lightly, and the underworld sword energy turned into a series of blue light blades, like surging under the Nine Netherworld. The undercurrent wants to swallow up all life.

"Song Tianming, your thunder and green lotus may illuminate the world, but in front of my Huangquan sword, they will eventually fall silent!"

Peng Yue's words were cold and resolute. The two swords met, and a deafening roar suddenly broke out. The sword energy was crisscrossed, and the thunder and cold air intertwined, tearing the void into pieces.

The battle became more and more intense. Song Tianming suddenly retreated violently, and the light of the Devouring World Demon Sword in his hand was bright. He shouted in a low voice, and the thunder magic power was fully activated. The thunder storm surrounded him. Every lightning contained destructive power and hit Peng Yue directly.

However, Peng Yue was not in a hurry. The tip of the sword spun lightly, and the Huangquan sword energy instantly condensed into an ice wall, blocking the thunder one by one. At the same time, he suddenly rose up, and the sword light was like a dragon, directly attacking Song Tianming's vitals.

At this critical moment, Song Tianming's eyes flashed. He did not take Peng Yue's attack head-on, but moved his body to the side strangely. At the same time, he used the Green Lotus Sword Technique to the extreme. The sword light turned into green lotus, blooming in the air. Each green lotus contained endless power. It not only resolved Peng Yue's attack, but also counterattacked, forcing Peng Yue to retreat again and again.