C462 The Sword

While Lee Zhuohua was observing Yan Zhengtine, Yan Zhengtine was also observing him. Due to the connection between their sword techniques, they were very concerned about each other.

"His movement technique seems to be the same as mine, and he is relying on his sword technique to display it. I have never seen anyone else with such a speed besides my family's sword technique." Yan Zhengtine frowned as he observed Lee Zhuohua's moving figure.

The reason he moved quickly was not because he wanted to win with speed, but because he wanted to lure the other party to chase after him. Only then would he be able to find some clues.

Even though Lee Zhuohua had never really attacked, Yan Zhengtine could tell from the opponent's movement technique that Lee Zhuohua was using a sword technique.

It was also because of this that Yan Zhengtine believed even more that there must be some kind of connection between Lee Zhuohua and his family's sword technique.

If Lee Zhuohua had also practiced his family's sword technique, this kind of sword technique would definitely not exist, because Yan Zhengtine's family sword technique was only inherited by the direct descendants, so it was impossible for it to be spread out. Furthermore, even if Lee Zhuohua practiced the same sword technique as him, it would be impossible for it to resonate with him.

According to Yan Zhengtine's guess, the sword technique that Lee Zhuohua used must be the missing part of his family's sword technique.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhengtine's eyes flashed with a sharp light. After that, he stopped moving around blindly. His figure turned around on the stage and rushed towards the spot where Lee Zhuohua had stopped for a moment.

"Let me see what kind of secret you have." Yan Zhengtine thought in his heart. The Gang Qis in his body instantly changed the way they were circulating. Originally, he had been constantly moving, but now he really wanted to fight Lee Zhuohua.

"Clang."

One could faintly hear the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed from within Yan Zhengtine's body, and then a bright yellow Long Sword appeared behind him.

The moment the sword appeared, Yan Zhengtine's aura suddenly changed, and his eyes became even sharper.

Lee Zhuohua, who was moving, sensed the aura on Yan Zhengtine's body and the expression on his face changed slightly.

He stopped and looked at Yan Zhengtine. When he saw the bright yellow shadow of a sword appear behind his opponent's back, his eyes focused slightly, and then the corners of his mouth curled up in a confident smile.

"Good." Lee Zhuohua shouted in a low voice. His hands formed a series of hand seals, and then his right hand formed the shape of a sword finger.

All the hand signs that he had made were hidden in his sword fingers. His breath paused for a moment, and then a lofty sword intent seemed to break free from its bindings and rushed out of his body.

"Sword Nine." He shouted in his heart. He raised his sword fingers. Under the guidance of his hand signs, the sword intent slowly gathered and finally gathered on his fingertips.

Focusing his gaze, he could see a three-foot-long pure white sword light growing out of Lee Zhuohua's fingertips. It was as if a Long Sword was being held in his hand, and his imposing manner was extremely oppressive.

Lee Zhuohua stayed where he was for a while, then he brought the sword intent with him and rushed towards Yan Zhengtine.

Yan Zhengtine saw that Lee Zhuohua was just like him. He immediately used his own sword technique to fight against Yan Zhengtine. A trace of inquiry flashed across Yan Zhengtine's eyes.

He did this to figure out the relationship between Lee Zhuohua and his family's sword technique. Now that the other party had finally displayed his sword technique, he could also take a closer look.

"A pure white sword Qi?" The sword Qi on Lee Zhuohua's fingertip made Yan Zhengtine a little puzzled, but he didn't think too much about it.

After dodging for a long time, the two of them were finally going to use their own techniques to fight head-on. The tense atmosphere that the Outer Palace disciples below the arena were originally tense because of the two of them constantly moving around had been ignited at this moment.

"They are as fast as lightning. Not only are they fast, but their sword skills are also fast. They are really a match for each other."

"I think that Yan Zhengtine has a higher chance of winning. After all, he is the true leader of the Yuan Alliance. I heard that he has already condensed two flowers of Shen Hua, and his strength is only second to that of the leader's disciples. Perhaps, this is not his true fighting strength yet."

"I think so too. That Lee Zhuohua is too young. He has only been at the academy for a short period of time. His accumulation is simply not enough."

"I don't think so. He has never revealed his true strength before when he attacked. What if he still has some tricks up his sleeve? Don't forget that he is the new Overlord."

Most people tended to believe that Yan Zhengtine would win. This was because Yan Zhengtine's reputation among the older students of the Outer Palace was also deeply rooted in people's hearts. On the other hand, even though Lee Zhuohua was the master of the Lake Gate, his new identity made others feel that his foundation was too shallow.

But there was also a small group of people who believed that Lee Zhuohua's strength was far more than this, and felt that he still had other powerful methods that he had yet to reveal. These people were all looking at the competition with anticipation in their hearts.

Unwittingly, the fight between the two in the ring had stirred everyone's nerves. This was no longer just a competition between disciples. In the eyes of those below the ring, this was an official battle between new and old students.

Even the few big shots in the main audience were interested in the match. Among them, Chu Angsheng nodded his head from time to time when he saw the sword qi emitted from the two men on the arena, as if he was praising them.

And at this time, Xu Daolin, who was on the side of the Yuan Alliance disciples, frowned once again when he saw the pure white sword Qi that Lee Zhuohua had unleashed.

"The sword intent from that day was far stronger than it was today. This person is hiding his true strength. It seems that Yan Zhengtine's competition will no longer be as simple as it seemed. Furthermore, the sword qi I felt that day could already threaten me and Duanqianyue. Just who is this person?" Duan Qianyue's gaze locked onto Lee Zhuohua's figure as he thought to himself.

The Sky Piercing Sword Intent that Lee Zhuohua had when he broke through was only sensed by Xu Daolin that it had something to do with Lee Zhuohua, the rest of the people thought that the sword intent was not Lee Zhuohua.

This was the second time Xu Daolai had seen Lee Zhuohua make a move. The last time, he had some doubts about Lee Zhuohua, feeling that he had felt wrong. But today, when he felt the sword qi released from Lee Zhuohua's body again.

He was already sure that Lee Zhuohua was the same person as that day. When he thought of this, Xu Daolin's state of mind that had been silent for a long time unconsciously fluctuated.

In the Outer Palace, only Duan Qianyue could be considered his opponent. The two of them had already surpassed the disciples of the Outer Palace by far too much, but under this seemingly glorious appearance, the two of them felt a sense of loneliness.

It was precisely because of this that the blood in their bodies would boil once again only when they were facing each other. And now that Xu Daolin had discovered someone who seemed to be able to touch them, how could he not be happy?

It was just that he didn't show it on his face.

Under everyone's attention, the two men on the ring were like two sharp swords, rushing to each other.

On one side was Lee Zhuohua's pure white sword Qi, proud and overbearing. On the other side was Yan Zhengtine's bright yellow sword Qi, light and cunning.

Each of them had their own unique style, but when they were placed together, it was hard to say who was superior.

Only when the two of them had their own bodies could one come to a conclusion.