C39

Chapter 39 - Demonstrating Sword Arts

Yang Feng looked at the girl, and seeing that her appearance was not bad, he revealed a warm smile, and explained: "There is no need to recite the technique, as I said before, when energy is combined, in reality, the so-called energy is the spirit energy in a martial artist's body. When the spirit energy reaches a certain degree of purity and density, and in other words, the cultivation of the Sky Origin Stage, can control swords with energy.

With that, Yang Feng turned his hand and an azure long sword appeared from his spatial storage ring, the sharp blade releasing waves of cold light.

Long Bufan's eyes lit up as he thought to himself, "This storage ring is really powerful, and it's also convenient for me to take things along. If I knew earlier, I would have made a bet with him, ah ~"

However, he didn't know how many times more valuable the yuanjian he had won from Yang Feng compared to the storage ring.

This was one of the reasons why Yang Feng hated Long Bufan. yuanjian were able to replenish his consumed elemental energy during battle, and could be said to have jumped out of the Mortal Ranked, Earth Ranked middle rank treasure, and was worth an immeasurable amount of money. Furthermore, right now, Yang Feng could only barely fill the scene with a high-grade human-step iron sword.

Just as Long Bufan was thinking about how to create a storage ring, Yang Feng tapped the ground lightly with his feet and jumped up lightly like a swallow, standing on top of the sword.

"Woosh ~ ~ ~"

Suddenly, Yang Feng controlled the sword with his mind, and like a bolt of green lightning, he flew towards the group of people in front of him with an imposing manner like a rainbow. He landed right above Long Bufan's head, and looked at him from a distance, as though he was stepping on top of Long Bufan's head.

"So powerful!"

The disciples present immediately burst into an uproar, their eyes blooming with a brilliant light of admiration.

The young lady who was sitting beside Long Bufan stood up and clapped excitedly, as if he was an idiot.

Everyone was happily watching the Imperial Sword Technique flying at such a close distance, it was only Long Bufan who had a look of displeasure on his face, he was obviously provoking and humiliating him, but unfortunately, his cultivation was not as strong as hers, and to be able to win against him, it was because Yang Feng was too arrogant, and only had two levels of strength.

"The mountains don't change, let's wait and see." Long Bufan rubbed his nose, since his fist was not as strong as hers, he could only endure it.

"I just want to let you know that in my eyes, you are like an ant beneath my feet." Yang Feng's eyes revealed a look of ridicule, his sword light flashed, and in the blink of an eye he was back to his original position.

"Alright, next, let me demonstrate the basic sword techniques to everyone."

Other than aiming at Long Bufan, Yang Feng's lecture was very accurate, demonstrating the offensive and defensive abilities of a bit of a sword, a sword pass, a sword cut off at the back, and a sword lift.

"You, come up and demonstrate once!"

Pointing the tip of the sword forward, Yang Feng suddenly shouted.

Everyone's gaze turned towards the direction that they were pointing, all of their eyes were focused on Long Bufan.

Long Bufan sneered in his heart, and without delay, he stood up and walked towards the lecture theater, then he took out the yuanjian he carried with him.

The moment Yang Feng saw the yuanjian in another person's hand, his face darkened and he bellowed: "Lift the sword!"

Long Bufan's expression remained calm, the sword in his hand continued to stand, and from bottom to top, he swung the sword!

"Point the sword!"

Long Bufan's sword was still raised upwards, and after hearing these words, he raised his wrist, stretching his arm, and pointed the sword tip downwards. His posture was graceful, as though he was a dragonfly touching the water lightly.

"Behind you, intercept my sword!"

Long Bufan knew that it was not over, he did not panic at all, but his feet were still rooted to the ground, he used the force of his waist to sweep backwards with his arm, and brought about a sword wind that blew the hair of the students seated at the front.

"Piercing Sword!"

Following Yang Feng's low shout, Long Bufan's body had already twisted. He let out a light breath, and the sword under his feet didn't stop moving, his forearm used the revolving force of his body to straighten the sword tip. The waves of cold light emitted by the yuanjian were like a bolt of lightning that suddenly pierced forward!