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Chapter 1227 Tang Yao Sword Comes Out

Chapter 1227: Chapter 1227 Tang Yao Sword Comes Out

Yi Qingyun was enraged; it was one thing for Long Fei to provoke him.

This Wang Jie, the non-entity from Chang’an Academy, also dared to challenge him.

Limping, he cursed loudly, "Wang Jie, stop pretending to be a tiger when you’re just a fox. I accept your challenge, but you will still end up kneeling and begging for mercy!"

"Good, this time I’ll see who ends up kneeling."

With the secret treasure given by Long Fei, Wang Jie was full of confidence.

The two of them stepped onto the Battle Arena, and soon the surrounding plaza was crowded with junior brothers and sisters.

Just when things had quieted down for a few days, Wang Jie had just recovered, and now he’s causing trouble again.

This time it wasn’t someone else causing trouble for Wang Jie; it was Wang Jie taking the initiative to trouble others.

Shen Yan’er and her brother Shen Feng also came over and glanced at Long Fei from afar, thinking that with this guy around, it would be strange if things stayed calm.

The Extraterritorial Cultivator Chang Xi concentrated her spiritual power, fearing that Chu Feng might take advantage once again.

This time she was prepared; if Chu Feng approached her again, she would unleash her secret treasure to capture him.

As she was pondering, her eyes met with Chu Feng’s from a distance.

Chu Feng hooked up the corner of his mouth, blew her a kiss from afar, and puckered his lips.

Chang Xi took a deep breath, her little fists clenched.

If it weren’t for maintaining her ladylike demeanor, she would have rushed up and beaten him by now.

The old man guarding the Battle Arena handed the Space-breaking Talisman to Wang Jie and Yi Qingyun.

Despite it being troublesome, he repeated the rules once again.

Yi Qingyun went in first, pointed at Wang Jie and humphed, "Wang Jie, in a moment I will beat you into submission."

"I’m waiting for you!"

As a poet, Wang Jie tossed his hair disdainfully, surveyed the group of junior brothers and sisters, and chanted loudly, "Great winds rise, clouds fly, Wang Jie battles, fearsome from all sides, beating Qingyun into a pig’s head!"

Lin Shanshan covered her face, snickered, and did not want to acknowledge this guy.

Long Fei and Chu Feng also laughed a bit, thinking this guy had no ink in his chest but still dared to chant poems and compose verse.

They turned their faces away, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Little did they know, this nonsensical doggerel was surprisingly popular in this cultural desert of a world.

After listening, a group of female students excitedly shouted at Wang Jie, "Senior brother’s literary and martial skills are unparalleled in the world!"

"Senior brother, can you give me this poem?"

"Good poem, great poem! Senior brother, recite another one!"

"Chang’an Academy’s top poet should be Senior Brother Wang Jie."

Their enthusiastic gazes were practically throwing themselves at him.

Chu Feng, jealous, exclaimed, "Damn it, I should also recite a poem!"

Long Fei and the others were utterly speechless, thoroughly defeated by the cultural depth of these Cultivators.

This just confirmed the theory of weaknesses; whether people or things, nothing is perfect in every aspect.

To a certain extent, everyone has their weaknesses.

The world’s cultivation civilization is advanced, but its science and culture are still as barren as a desert.

In the Battle Arena, Wang Jie and Yi Qingyun engaged in combat.

Speaking of cultivation realm, Yi Qingyun was not short of being the top genius of the Chang’an Academy.

He himself possessed the Wind and Rain Physique, rode the wind, turned rain into mist with extremely high speed, and was good at hiding.

One move "Stride into the Clouds", another move "Soaring High into the Clouds", another move "Wind Sweeps Away the Clouds", and another "Clouds Arise and Fog Emerges". Inside, he pressured Wang Jie so much that he couldn’t exert his strength, and with a bang, their longswords collided.

The longsword in Wang Jie’s hand shone brightly with golden light, and faint chanting sounds emerged, as if coming from ancient times carrying an aura of desolate antiquity.

Wang Jie’s Great Roc Feather Sword vibrated, sending him flying backwards.

Yi Qingyun twirled his longsword in hand and proudly said, "Didn’t expect this, did you? I just brought the family heirloom from home. This sword was the personal sword of Tang Yao from our Yi Clan. This sword is the Human Emperor Sword, and indeed, not something your Feeble Roc Feathers can compare to!"

"Tang Yao Sword?"

"Is this one of the ancient swords of the Third Emperor?"

"Legend has it that Tang Yao was born at Yi Qi Mountain. When he was born, he was fostered in the home of Yihou Changru. His descendants then took ’Yi’ as their surname, known as the Yi Clan. After the Great Xia Dynasty was established, the Yi Clan served as officials, spanning three generations as prime ministers."

"Their family heritage is profound, incomparable to us!"

"Senior Wang Jie miscalculated, he definitely lost again this time!"

The junior students around turned their heads and discussed, and couldn’t help but admire when they saw the Human Emperor Sword make its appearance.

This sword has a copper hue, engraved with mountains, rivers, flowers, and the sun, moon, and stars, somewhat reminiscent of Emperor Yu’s Sword.

Yao, Shun, and Yu, the ancient Three Emperors, each had their own treasures left behind.

The Tang Yao Sword, is one of them.

"You’re too confident."

Knowing he was no match for Yi Qingyun, Wang Jie immediately released the Golden Jiao Scissors.

A flash of golden light transformed into two Azure Dragons, swiftly coiling towards Yi Qingyun and attempting to crush him.

"Bastard, you’re cheating!"

Yi Qingyun spat blood, and without another word, quickly fled.

With one move, Ascending to the Clouds, he leapt into the sky.

The Golden Jiao Scissors, like a shadow, emitted a bone-crushing sound from behind, seemingly about to cut him in half at the waist.

He hadn’t expected that Long Fei would actually give such an important Magical Treasure to Wang Jie.

This was impossible in their gang.

Mount Shu Zichuan, Shenxu Jiangchuan, Kunlun Jiang Wudi, and others narrowed their eyes, also feeling greatly shocked.

Wang Jie snapped, "As long as I can beat you, talk what cheating, haven’t you also brought your family’s Human Emperor Sword."

"Damn it!"

Yi Qingyun, driven mad by being chased by the scissors, turned his head and fiercely slashed at the Golden Jiao Scissors with his sword.

A simple break, he absolutely refused to believe this evil.

Sword Qi surged for several meters, a sword shadow like a wild wind fell, and with a loud bang, it struck on the Golden Jiao Scissors.

The Human Emperor Sword met the True Immortal Magic Treasure in the air with an explosive sound, causing the ground around to shake.

The Golden Jiao Scissors lightly blocked, split into two avoiding most of the sword’s light while swiftly coiling from either side towards Yi Qingyun.

The sword Qi slashed into the ground, splitting it open with a crack, creating a ten-meter-long fissure.

The Golden Jiao Scissors merged into one, snapping shut with a click.

Yi Qingyun, in a panic, used his sword to block and with a booming sound, was shockingly blasted away by the force of the snap.

On one hand, Wang Jie controlled the Golden Jiao Scissors with spiritual power, on the other, he deployed the Great Roc Dharma Laksana, slashing out with the Great Roc Feather Sword at a very fast speed from behind.

Yi Qingyun, facing enemies on both sides, struggled for over a dozen moves.

With a snap, the scissors cut, severing the leg that had been bitten by Bald Dog right in the air, blood spewing wildly.

"Bastard, I won’t let you off!"

With a scream of agony, having no choice, he detonated a Space-breaking Talisman and escaped from the double onslaught of Wang Jie and the Golden Jiao Scissors.

Whoever uses a Space-breaking Talisman is considered the loser.

The servants of the Yi Family outside, with hearts pounding, hurriedly carried Yi Qingyun away.

With his leg cut off, he must return to his clan to quickly reattach it using a secret technique.

The other Cultivators quieted down, unsuspecting of how sharp and dominant the Golden Jiao Scissors were, that even the Human Emperor Sword could not withstand it.

Wang Jie stepped out, raising his arms proclaimed, "I, Wang Jie, have won!"

A group of female cultivators couldn’t help but scream loudly, and rushed towards their idol with enthusiasm.

The other Cultivators’ expressions changed, especially those who had once bullied Wang Jie. They exchanged glances, thinking it wise to find a place to lay low.

Otherwise, if Wang Jie set his sights on them, a deadly struggle here would be inevitable.

With the Golden Jiao Scissors in hand, although they also possessed Protective Dharma Treasures, they did not want to use them so casually, letting others know and lose the initiative too early.