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In any era, there would always be something helpless about any person. Some people would become depressed because of this, and viewed it as fate punishing them; while some people wanted to forcefully change it. Not only did they want to change themselves, they also wanted to change the obstacles that made them seem powerless. Most of the time, these people would be mocked for overestimating their capabilities and being unable to keep up with the situation. These people were like eggs that were resolutely smashing against the rocks; they were also like moths that, even though they knew that what awaited them was death, still threw themselves into the flames. It was a kind of persistence, a kind of perseverance, a faith in their own abilities. Isn't every change in the world driven by these people who are laughed at?

Not far away, a shadow of a black shadow jumped out from the tree towards Wild Goose Peak. That person was extremely fast, in just three jumps, he was right in front of Ye Mo Han. He was carrying a long sword on his back and was dressed in white. Where had Liang Rufeng been all these years? And why did he suddenly appear in the Hua Shan Sect? Why didn't he just openly go up the mountain after coming to the Hua Shan Sect? Did he expect Ye Mo to come here after he became the Sect Leader of the Hua Shan Sect?

"You became the Sect Leader of the Hua Shan Sect?" A series of questions lingered in Ye Wen's mind, but before Ye Wen could ask anything, Liangfeng had already opened his mouth.

"Yes." Looking at his serious expression, Ye Mo Han had a bad premonition about his appearance.

"Did my uncle die because of Chen Shaochong?" Liang Rufeng continued asking.

"Yes." This matter had already been spread for a long time in the martial arts world. Since Chen Shaochong was already dead, so the 'good as a feather' naturally didn't come to the Hua Shan Sect because of the death of the 'good as a feather', then did he come to find him? Ye Mo Han would rather believe that Liang Rufeng had come to see Mo Xi Yan, than to have Liang Rufeng come to him, because the arrival of Liang Rufeng at this time represented an ominous event.

"You should be the Sect Leader of the Hua Shan Sect." "The wind like sword had already been unsheathed, reflecting the moonlight and making it seem even colder." We had an arranged battle before, and it just so happens that we can use this to make a decision today. "

What does "using this" mean by 'good as usual'? Ye Mo Han didn't understand, but he really wanted to compete with Liang Rufeng. Firstly, he wanted to fulfill his wish from a few years ago, and secondly, he wanted to see the contest between his own skill and the sword art.

Sword Qi burst forth as the sword Qi made contact, causing all things to pale in comparison. A sword technique as smooth as the wind had obviously improved at a rapid pace over the past few years. It was not only reflected in the speed of the sword technique, but also in the penetrative power of the sword Qi. The layers of sword qi were like endless shackles wrapping Ye Wen in layers. Ye Mo's cold power surged out, and a three feet long Qi blade materialized in his hand, slashing, slashing, stabbing, and slashing into the layers of sword Qi. By dodging it, he managed to dissolve the extremely powerful sword qi one by one. The sword qi was getting denser and denser, and it gradually filled up the entire Wild Goose Falling Peak. Even the trees nearby were shaking in the absence of wind. If it was an ordinary person, the pressure from the sword Qis alone would have been so great that they would not be able to breathe. But at that moment, these sword Qis were not even enough to scare Ye Wen, and could use the power in his body to contend against them. The only thing he was wary of was the sword in the hands of Liang Rufeng, which suddenly became as light and nimble as it was nothing, and yet now as heavy as Mount Tai. The wind like sword technique had almost reached perfection. His sword technique was not as tyrannical as Chen Shaochong's, but in terms of speed and sharpness, his sword technique had indeed surpassed Chen Shaochong's.

His swordsmanship was very fast, unless he was absolutely confident, he would never rashly attack others. This was one of the reasons why he had never lost since he became famous. If he wanted to strike, he had to strike with a fatal blow. Otherwise, all the previous attacks would have all been for naught. The battle with Ye Mo Han in the Windgod's Col was the only defeat of the good as wind. However, Liang Rufeng had never felt humiliated by his defeat. Instead, he had become friends with Ye Mo Han. Even among friends there is competition, but it is open, not hidden. It was like this between Ye Mo Han and Liang Rufeng; both of them really wanted to have a fair and square fight with each other. Compared to Ye Jianhan, this point was more prominent in Liang Rufeng, who could pay for a perfect challenge with his own life. A few years ago, Liang Rufeng refused to elope with Mo Xiyan. Rather than saying that it was for the sake of Mo Xi's beauty who was impulsive, it was better to say that he was seeking a breakthrough in his swordsmanship for the sake of breaking away from love. The sword had transformed into thousands of swords in the hands of the gentle breeze, but they were still unable to do anything to Ye Mo Han. This made Liangrou glad and worried that his opponent, Ye Mo Han, had not disappointed him. He was worried that Ye Mo Han would not be able to defeat him, which would mean that his purpose of coming here would be useless.

So, what was the purpose of this trip to Liangrou? Was there really a hidden motive in his match with Ye Mo Han?

With a clear whistle, the sword Qi dissipated carelessly. The sword Qi scattered like tens of thousands of golden lights. Even the moonlight had lost its color for a while. Ye Wen swung his blade horizontally, blocking the sword light that was as dense as fine rain. Ye Wen swung his cold saber nonstop towards the wind. The sword glows that had been blocked by the grids were instantly restored to the swords that were as good as the wind. As if they had received an order, they were quick and uncomplicated. In the blink of an eye, moonlight shined on the silent Wild Goose Falling Peak. When he looked at the sword in Ruofeng's hand, it shined with a red light, as if it had been tempered by a raging fire. Not only that, if one looked closely at the sword hilt, one would discover that three inches away from the sword blade, there was a faint layer of sword Qi even wider and longer. The sword Qi was mixed within the sword Qi.

With a 'boom', the stream of red light dissipated in the air due to the loud noise, just like a splendid firework. This was the sound of swords clashing against each other. The force of the collision seemed to have shaken the entire Hua Shan. Obviously, Ye Mo Han and Liang Ruifeng had not held back their true strength during their fight, but was this really the case? He saw that the Qi blade in Ye Mo Han's hand had already disappeared, and the sword of Liang Rufeng was resting on his shoulder alone. The sword in Liang Rufeng's hand was like an old man who had just recovered from a serious illness. Even though it was sharp, it could not hide its decadent look.

"With your power, you can easily injure me with your air blade. Why are you hesitating?" The good wind looked at Ye Wen Han in confusion.

"Because I want to know why you came to see me." Compared to winning, Ye Mo Han really wanted to know the whole story. Ye Chanhan also understood that when a good wind intersects with his last blade and sword, he would be at a complete disadvantage. For a sword practitioner, every sword practitioner would avoid directly fighting with their own strength, so they would rather face someone stronger than them. This action of An Ran could only mean that his mind had not reached the level of being clear. This also made Ye Mo Han even more curious. What could make the usually calm An Ran act like this?

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" The sword that was like the gentle breeze moved a little more forward, and was already pressed against Ye Mo Han's neck.

"You won't kill me." Ye Mo Han said with certainty.

"Why?"

"Because you won't let me die for no reason." Ye Wen Han stared at Liang Ri as if he was hesitating.