Feng Qingyu was once again stirred with the spirit of competition. Just as Tang Bufan relentlessly attacked like a madman, the Cutting Pulse Finger in his hand repeatedly struck out.

In an instant, nearly a hundred meridian points on Tang Bufan’s body were hit by his Cutting Pulse Finger. If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t even be able to move freely, let alone mobilize Qi. Yet, Tang Bufan was completely unaffected, still roaring furiously, each sword strike faster and stronger than the last, as if he were completely consumed by madness.

"Heaven and Earth, Sealing Demon!" Feng Qingyu finally unleashed his Barrier.

This Barrier had a marvel akin to Yue Fanchen’s Heaven and Earth Prison, except Heaven and Earth Prison restricted movement ability, while Heaven and Earth Sealing Demon obstructed Qi operation. Even a master in the Sword Saint Realm would find their Qi circulation mightily hindered under this Barrier, drastically lowering combat power, and below Sword Saint, honestly Feng Qingyu was using this move against such caliber of cultivator for the first time. He thought that even if it couldn’t render Tang Bufan useless, it would at least reduce his combat power by eighty percent.

Unfortunately, he was wrong again this time.

Though the Barrier was named Heaven and Earth Sealing Demon, and Tang Bufan was dubbed madman, seemingly it could restrain him, but names were just names; how they were called didn’t matter, whether they could truly restrain was another matter.

An invisible apparition enveloped the two of them, the Heaven and Earth Rules took effect, and even Feng Qingyu, who was inside the Barrier, felt the Qi flow slightly slow down, yet Tang Bufan on the opposite side remained entirely unaffected, continuing to slash with one sword strike after another.

Feng Qingyu slightly opened his mouth; even his most adept Barrier couldn’t seal Tang Bufan — was this guy really a monster?

Soon, he understood that this was evidently also the work of the five Magic Artifacts and Sword Array. After unleashing the Fury Demon Slash’s Innate Divine Ability, Tang Bufan’s combat power did not significantly increase, but he could ignore the Barrier’s Seal; neither the Cutting Pulse Finger nor Heaven and Earth Sealing Demon could suppress his strength.

Such Innate Ability is not very useful in a direct confrontation, but in certain special occasions, it can have unexpected miraculous effects, even completely reversing the battle situation.

Faced with the frenzied assault of Tang Bufan, Feng Qingyu began to feel a headache. Unable to seal or kill, he couldn’t possibly let him continue entangling endlessly.

Feng Qingyu suddenly felt as though he had shot himself in the foot. Who would have thought that by relying on the Sword Array he taught to inspire the power of those five Magic Artifacts, these brats would become so troublesome, each presenting him unexpected "surprises."

Hold on, there’s one more? With this thought, Feng Qingyu suddenly realized, he’s only fought Huayue, Jiang Yuzhe, and Tang Bufan so far, yet he hasn’t faced that one known as Demon Sword, the most cunning, treacherous, and despicable Zi Yue.

Recalling that guy’s swordsmanship, elusive yet extremely vile, made Feng Qingyu’s body turn slightly cold.

Just then, behind him, a sudden change occurred, and a human figure flew over slashing down.

With Feng Qingyu’s Six Senses, he immediately became aware, instinctively pointed a finger backwards.

"Boom!" Before he could exert force, as soon as the finger touched the figure, the figure abruptly exploded, the turbulent energy wave slightly numbing his finger.

Clone, Jiang Yuzhe’s Clone! Feng Qingyu was momentarily stunned again.

Logically, this Clone sword technique would not last long once the main body retreated, so after the previous Clone exploded, he didn’t pay attention to the one hidden behind him. Who would have thought? This Clone lasted for such a long time.

Who said Jiang Yuzhe’s Clone Illusion was useless against Sword Saint masters? Feng Qingyu thought of his previous reprimand to Jiang Yuzhe and felt a bit embarrassed, completely oblivious to the moment that Clone exploded, a figure flashed like a ghost, the Longsword in hand striking at his vitals.

Only when the cold Sword Intent reached him did Feng Qingyu suddenly react — Zirong had made his move.

Besides him, who else in the world could deliver such despicable and wretched sword techniques?

Feng Qingyu was greatly startled, and without considering too much, he directly sent Tang Bufan flying tens of meters away with a finger, then quickly turned around, his right index finger repeatedly striking at Zirong’s vitals.

Turning around, the part Zirong’s Longsword was targeting became even more vital, so he dared not be careless.

Feng Qingyu’s Finger Sword skills could be described as exquisite, but Zirong’s Devil Eyes saw through the countless mysteries in his sword technique, his body twisting like a boneless fish, astonishingly evading all his attacks, still stabbing the Longsword towards his vitals.

"Brat, you really want me castrated!" Feng Qingyu cursed fiercely in his heart.

Yet cursing was one thing; he couldn’t deny his admiration for Zirong’s Devil Eyes. Despite his light-hearted words, just using one finger to surpass the five of them, only he knew the hundred years of hard work he put into the Finger Sword. The myriad variations and mysteries therein were unseen even by ordinary Sword Saints, yet in the presence of Zirong’s Devil Eyes, it was as if all secrets were bare.

Seeing he was about to be castrated, Feng Qingyu dared not delay any longer, instantly increasing Qi, his fingertip glowing brightly, speed multiplying.

Zirong felt a momentary breathlessness; although still able to discern the mysteries in his opponent’s Finger Sword, he couldn’t keep up with the speed, this was the gap in absolute strength, truly unbridgeable by technique.

Facing Feng Qingyu’s lightning-fast Finger Sword, Zirong could only retreat swiftly, but just at that retreating moment, the Longsword in hand flew out like a dart.

Feng Qingyu naturally wouldn’t take such an abandon sword seriously, casually pointed a finger at it. At this very moment, Feng Qingyu didn’t notice, while retreating, Zirong’s lips curved into a sly and treacherous smile.

Until his fingertip touched the Flying Sword, he suddenly sensed something amiss; that Longsword seemed alive, slightly twisting, slipping past his finger.

Feng Qingyu didn’t stop; several fingers pointed again, yet the Longsword dodged under his fingers like a nimble snake moving left, right, up, down, astonishingly escaping all his Finger Swords.

Heart Sword! Controlling the sword with the heart!

It turns out, after inspiring those five Magic Artifacts’ power, not only did Huayue’s group’s Innate Ability undergo a qualitative leap, but so did Zirong — this, this is the strongest power of Demon Sword Heart Kill.

It sounds lengthy, but everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Zirong’s Heart Sword about to hit a vital spot, Feng Qingyu had no time to think further, his left index finger quickly pointed out.