Chapter 1312: Disciple of Sword Pavilion
Ye Yun followed the direction Yu Xiaofei pointed and looked over.
On the straight avenue.
A young man in plain clothes walked lazily with an iron sword in his arms, eyes half-closed, walking like a drunkard, swaying from side to side.
When Ye Yun gazed at the young man in plain clothes, he happened to open his eyes and looked at Ye Yun.
Their gazes met in the void.
Boom!
At this moment, it was as if a thunderclap echoed through the void.
"I’ve been waiting for you for a long time."
The young man in plain clothes looked at Ye Yun from a distance, grinning wide to reveal a mouthful of snow-white teeth.
"Alright, as you wish."
Ye Yun smiled indifferently.
Since someone came to challenge Sword Dao, he naturally had to give this kid a lesson to remember for life.
The young man in plain clothes defeated so many at the Daluo Sword Palace; as the senior brother, Ye Yun had to restore their reputation.
Ye Yun’s figure flashed, breaking through the void.
"Senior brother has made his move!"
Yu Xiaofei shouted excitedly, closely following.
The rustle sound echoed...
Many junior brothers and sisters, thrilled, followed along.
Senior brother’s actions would surely be astonishing.
The chance to observe a confrontation between two Sword Dao masters was not one they would miss.
A white shadow flickered.
Ye Yun appeared on the avenue.
Behind him, tens of thousands of disciples of the Daluo Sword Palace spread densely.
Except for the Supreme Ancestor.
Almost all disciples of the Nine Major Meridians in the Divine Sovereign Realm showed up, hiding behind to watch the battle.
It was as if they were cheering for Ye Yun.
Ye Yun, with hands behind his back, examined the young man in plain clothes before him, observing for a few seconds, his eyes showing a contemplative look.
"You come from the Sword Pavilion?"
Ye Yun asked with a smile.
"Exactly!
You are indeed the first Sword Dao Pride of the Great Luo Sword Palace, your eyesight is extraordinarily sharp!"
The young man in plain clothes grinned.
Hearing their conversation, disciples from the Daluo Sword Palace in the distance were shocked and dumbfounded.
No one expected this unremarkable young man in plain clothes to be a Disciple of the Sword Pavilion!
It was truly rare.
Sword Pavilion.
In the hearts of the Divine Land’s people.
It was simply a Sword Dao Holy Land transcending the nine heavens.
Disciples from the Sword Pavilion seldom appeared in the world.
Yet, legends about Sword Pavilion were widespread everywhere.
Thinking of senior brother about to face Sword Pavilion’s disciple, the disciples from the Daluo Sword Palace were all trembling excitedly.
Senior brother was the legend of the Great Luo Sword Palace.
While the Sword Pavilion was the legend of the entire Divine Land.
Could senior brother assure victory against this disciple of the Sword Pavilion?
Hearts of many were now in their throats.
While most believed senior brother would win, there was significant concern.
After all, the reputation of the Sword Pavilion was immense.
In comparison with the Sword Pavilion, the Daluo Sword Palace was like ants on the ground against a towering mountain.
The difference in strength was too vast.
Within the Secret Realm.
"What?!"
The Supreme Ancestor opened his eyes, astonished, and murmured: "This person actually comes from the Sword Pavilion?"
The fame of the Sword Pavilion was so resounding, even the Supreme Ancestor was taken aback.
The young man in plain clothes came to challenge previously, but due to his status, the Supreme Ancestor did not personally appear.
However, he witnessed the entire process.
Even the Supreme Ancestor had to admit that the young man’s Sword Dao was exceedingly profound.
So much so that he couldn’t discern where the young man’s swordsmanship was inherited from.
"Can Ye Chen win?"
As the Supreme Ancestor watched Ye Yun’s back, he felt a bit uneasy.
If the Daluo Sword Palace won, it would invisibly slap Sword Pavilion’s face.
Would the powerhouses of the Sword Pavilion let it go?
If a prominent figure came.
With just one finger, the Daluo Sword Palace could be obliterated.
With a change in expression, pondering for a moment, the Supreme Ancestor sighed: "Blessing is not a curse; a curse cannot be avoided. Let’s see the outcome of their duel first..."
...
On the avenue.
Ye Yun and the young man in plain clothes stood opposite each other.
Their gazes were calm, suppressing the immense Super Divine Dragon Breath.
Like a vast ocean, quietly lurking without the wind.
Ye Yun looked at the young man in plain clothes, casually asking: "Did you come to avenge the Sword Demon?"
"Sword Demon?"
The young man in plain clothes suddenly laughed loudly, nonchalantly stating: "That fellow is merely an unqualified abandoned disciple of Sword Pavilion, long expelled, unrelated to my Sword Pavilion!"
"Since there’s no relation, why did you come to my Daluo Sword Palace?"
Ye Yun chuckled.
"I heard there was an extraordinary senior brother of Sword Dao at the Daluo Sword Palace who killed the Divine King Realm abandoned disciple of our Sword Pavilion, so I grew curious to meet you!"
The young man in plain clothes smiled lightly, glancing up and down at Ye Yun, continuing: "In this world, few Sword Cultivators can catch the eye of our Sword Pavilion disciples; you should feel proud!"
"Proud?
Your Sword Pavilion surely has high self-regard!"
Ye Yun couldn’t resist laughing.
"Haha..."
The young man in plain clothes remained unruffled, with great poise, clenching the iron sword by the hilt, slowly drawing it from the scabbard.
Holding the sword single-handedly, pointing it ahead, he calmly declared: "Sword Pavilion’s disciple Ling Tian here to challenge Ye Chen of the Daluo Sword Palace!"
Seeing the man opposite drawing his sword ready to fight, Ye Yun also slowly drew his Silver Dragon Sword.
No matter the strength of the opponent.
Since it was an open and fair Sword Dao exchange, he naturally respected the opponent.
Moreover.
Though somewhat arrogant, Ling Tian hadn’t harmed the disciples of the Daluo Sword Palace.
On that note.
Ye Yun rather appreciated him.
This indicated Ling Tian genuinely came for a Sword Dao exchange, not to avenge the Sword Demon.
Otherwise.
With such formidable strength, he would have been slaughtering left and right.
"Ye Chen represents the Daluo Sword Palace in a battle against Ling Tian from the Sword Pavilion!"
Ye Yun stated solemnly.
Ling Tian, staring at Ye Yun, seriously said: "I know you have some strength, so during this spar, I will strike hard; if you get injured, it’ll be your misfortune!"
"Injure me?"
Ye Yun paused for a moment, then laughed heartily.
Ling Tian was certainly arrogant.
"Come on, unleash your full power, see if I get injured!"
Ye Yun smiled lightly, twirling the Silver Dragon Sword in his hand provocatively.
"Take my sword!"
Ling Tian’s expression turned icy, gripping the iron sword, and suddenly vanished from sight.
At this moment, the world dimmed.
In the void.
An iron sword descended from afar, incredibly fast.
The sword had not yet arrived.
A terrifying killing intent, like a massive cage, had already fully enveloped Ye Yun.
"This kid is impressive."
Ye Yun nodded inwardly.
Even the Supreme Ancestor of the Daluo Sword Palace, standing here, would definitely not handle Ling Tian’s sword.
Swoosh...
Ye Yun swung a sword.
This sword, though late, arrived first, as if breaking the laws of speed, instantly reaching the young man in plain clothes between the brows.
Tyrant’s Twist.
Like a general bearing a sword, mighty and unstoppable.
Feeling the cold tip of the sword against his brows, Ling Tian widened his eyes, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
What kind of swordsmanship was this?
Too fast.
Despite striking first, he gained no advantage.
"Sword Pavilion’s swordsmanship is mediocre..."
A soft voice sounded next to Ling Tian’s ear.
Ling Tian felt struck by lightning.
Representing Sword Pavilion, he immediately stumbled in his first outing, defeated by the senior brother of the Great Luo Sword Palace.