"Clang clang!"

Lu Zheng and Yue Yifeng exchanged over a dozen moves in mid-air. Lu Zheng withdrew, and the two Silver Feather Cyan Mist Swords broke through the saber's shadow and flew back.

"Clang!"

Yue Yifeng blocked the flying swords, and a subtle and invisible saber Qi quietly approached three feet from Lu Zheng's throat.

The White Cloud Sword lightly tapped, breaking this saber Qi.

Yue Yifeng shook his head, unexpectedly finding Lu Zheng's Sword Dao realm so strong, his strength not inferior at all.

However...

He could not be assured of defeating Tu Yuya; could he not even defeat a Tushan guest who married a common Celestial Fox girl?

Yue Yifeng's self-esteem couldn't accept this, so he decided to unleash a big move.

"Nice swordsmanship." Yue Yifeng nodded in admiration, "But let's end here."

In the next moment, the Crescent Saber flashed, appearing above Yue Yifeng's head like a cold moon shimmering.

Numerous crescent-moon-like saber lights sharply glimmered, seemingly slicing through space; the dense, endless lights sparkled out.

As moonlight poured down, Yue Yifeng himself transformed into a fierce curved saber, demon Qi reached the heavens, saber Qi spread wide, and pushed aside the two Silver Feather Cyan Mist Swords.

"Slash!"

Yue Yifeng shouted fiercely, becoming one with the saber, lunging forward, his spirit locking onto Lu Zheng, making evasion impossible.

Master Miaoyi and Zen Master Chi Huan held a chess piece each, ready to act at any moment.

Yet in the next instant, they saw Lu Zheng summon the two Silver Feather Cyan Mist Swords and then tap the gourd.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

In a flash, seven swords emerged, combined with the previous two swords to form a unique sword array of nine swords.

Then, it transformed from one into two, two into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen...

In moments, countless sword shadows appeared in front of Lu Zheng.

...

Though more swords don't always mean greater power, as some wield a single sword to traverse the world, when the magical power suffices, the splitting and shadowing of flying swords is just a basic application.

However, when multitasking and manipulation are possible, having more flying swords naturally increases the force exerted; the greater the carriers of magical power, the greater the power unleashed.

A sword array of nine flying swords is undoubtedly mightier and more enduring than an array formed by one of similar quality and eight sword shadows.

...

Yue Yifeng's move wasn't weak. Faced with sword Dao alone, Lu Zheng couldn't be sure of blocking it in his current state, yet he luckily had nine Silver Feather Cyan Mist Swords to deploy a sword array.

So, when Lu Zheng unleashed nine flying swords forming myriad swords, with momentum surpassing Yue Yifeng's Cold Moon One-Slash, Yue Yifeng's expression became blank as he merged with his saber in an attempt to slash through.

He had already prepared to restrain his strength.

Yet faced with the countless sword shadows before him, and the elusive and indistinct nine killing intents...

He felt if he didn't further enhance his self-protective strength, he might get injured under this sword attack!

"Swish!"

The cold moon shining over Yue Yifeng's head intensified in brightness, and the saber light grew stronger instantaneously.

In the next moment, the Cold Moon One-Slash, shimmering with infinite saber Qi, crashed into the Nine Extremes Sword Realm formed by the nine Silver Feather Cyan Mist Swords.

"Clang clang clang!"

"Sizzle sizzle bang bang!"

The clash between saber Qi and sword Qi, their mutual obliteration after collision, transformed into waves of spiritual energy dispersing outward.

The nearby mountain peaks faced sword and saber marks on cliffs, while exposed trees snapped, causing a minor avalanche.

...

"Impressive!"

"Impressive!"

Master Miaoyi and Zen Master Chi Huan placed down their chess pieces, simultaneously praising.

"Achieving this level in 'Feiyu Riding the Dawn Sword Scripture,' he must undeniably be a Feiyu Mountain disciple, likely strengthened in close combat by learning White Cloud Swordsmanship from friends at White Cloud Temple."

"Exactly, exactly."

...

Meanwhile, on the front battle ground.

"Ding ding ding..."

After a series of sounds, Yue Yifeng retreated amidst the clash center and flew out.

Though his face remained cold and his grip on the saber firm, his torn clothes on shoulders, ribs, and thighs revealed he missed three swords, and Lu Zheng had shown mercy.

As the spiritual energy shockwave dissipated, Lu Zheng's form emerged from the melee's center.

Holding the White Cloud Sword in his left hand, clad in green robes swirling in the wind.

Nine Silver Feather Cyan Mist Swords fluttered around him ceaselessly, drawing cyan-light silver lines in the air, soaring like an immortal.

"I lost."

Yue Yifeng said dryly, paused, and added, "Thank you for your mercy."

"I concede."

Lu Zheng swung his hand, the White Cloud Sword was stored in the gourd, and the nine Silver Feather Cyan Mist Swords flew back sequentially.

Yue Yifeng's wife hurriedly flew to his side, looking worriedly at him. "Husband, are you okay?"

"I'm fine; he showed mercy, and I didn't get injured," Yue Yifeng shook his head.

"You also restrained your strength earlier," Lu Zheng remarked.

Lu Zheng now was an esteemed figure with a millennium of cultivation, instantly recognizing the power core of Cold Moon One-Slash.

Though Yue Yifeng enhanced his protective magical power earlier, concerned about personal injury due to the lack of a death match, he underwent a process of strengthening then diminishing, thus not truly unleashing the forward essence of Cold Moon One-Slash.

"Losing is losing," Yue Yifeng shook his head, "everything else is an excuse."

Yue Yifeng's wife patted a leather pouch at her waist, then twelve Five-Colored Pheasants, seven White Jade Milk Sheep, and three Snowfield White Oxen flew out one by one, heading towards Lu Zheng.

"I'm sorry," Yue Yifeng shook his head at his wife.

"Husband!" Yue Yifeng's wife Mo Yue Xian clung to Yue Yifeng, "You and I are one; for such a trivial matter, no apology is needed, and it's Yue Xian who owes an apology for nearly letting you get hurt over a few ingredients."

Yue Yifeng nodded, "Let's go."

Yue Yifeng then turned back to Lu Zheng, clasped his hands, and said solemnly, "Your Sword Dao astonishes me, Yue Mou admires, farewell."

Lu Zheng accepted the oxen, sheep, and chickens, and smilingly clasped his hands, saying, "After the battle, a bit spent, planning to cook a meal; meeting presents fortune, why don't you both join?"

"Hmm?" Yue Yifeng's eyes sharpened, "I am the Moon Shadow White Wolf."

Lu Zheng nodded, "And you're mortal enemies with Tushan Celestial Fox, meeting inevitably means one's death?"

Mo Yue Xian quickly interjected, "Naturally not."

"Then that's settled?"

Lu Zheng shrugged and then looked towards Master Miaoyi and Zen Master Chi Huan, "You two have been watching all this while, presumably hungry too, why not join?"