During his speech, Ye Yang's sword vibrated, producing a sword cry. The four daggers pinned to the map in the video trembled accordingly. The bloodstains beneath the dagger points spread outward with the resonating sound of Ye Yang's longsword, instantly staining all four corners of the map on the floor red.

The woman in black cried out in alarm, "You're a Jian Wu (Sword Witch)?"

Ye Yang smiled without a word, standing upright with his sword.

After returning from Yuehai Tower, I also suspected that Ye Yang cultivated the witchcraft sword arts. The "One Sword Shatters the Soul" he used when chasing Zhang Huayang was clearly not a sword immortal's technique, but more like a wizard's curse.

When I was learning incantations, Jiu Gui (Nine Ghosts) told me that there were also swordsmen among the witches.

From the perspective of weapons, the axe and spear came before the knife and sword. The sword appeared even before the knife.

The development time of weapons and witchcraft also coincided. When axes and spears were popular, witchcraft began to rise. When swords ruled the world, witchcraft flourished. It was reasonable for witchcraft to have sword attendants.

In later times, witchcraft declined, but the swordsmen of witchcraft combined swords and witchcraft into one, developing the Jian Wu lineage. However, the Jian Wu disappeared into the long river of术道 (Shu Dao, the Way of Arts) after a brief appearance.

My master once said that Jian Wu required an extremely special physique, and their decline was inextricably linked to their method of inheritance.

At that time, my master also said that not being able to see the true face of a Jian Wu was not necessarily a regret.

I once asked Ye Yang if he was a Jian Wu.

Ye Yang didn't answer me.

Today, however, Ye Yang revealed the ferocity of a Jian Wu.

Ye Yang's sword tip trembled slightly, and the four daggers echoed in response.

At the moment when the five swords resonated, Feng Ruohang felt a murderous intent that seemed to descend from the heavens.

It was the sword!

It was the murderous intent produced by a sword hanging over one's head!

Feng Ruohang couldn't see the scene outside the factory building, but he could clearly feel a giant sword hanging upside down in the sky, slowly approaching the haunted factory building inch by inch.

This was the curse of the Jian Wu!

Without moving, one could allow a sharp sword to approach.

The woman in black shouted sharply, "There's no need to play tricks. You can't be a Jian Wu. The secret arts of the Jian Wu have long been lost. Even among the witches, there is no inheritance..."

Ye Yang still didn't say a word, but the pressure of the sword qi was approaching layer by layer. The tiles on the roof were even cracking under the pressure of the sword qi, as if they could be crushed by the sword qi at any moment, with ten thousand swords descending upon them.

The woman in black finally couldn't hold back, "Kill him!"

Ghostly cries rose in the factory building, and countless ghost shadows flew out from the darkness, pouncing towards Ye Yang.

Before Ye Yang could act, Feng Ruohang's spirit talismans soared into the air. The great array formed by countless talismans was like an impregnable wall, protecting the two of them.

The red light flashing on the talismans enveloped their bodies, like a bright lamp attracting moths, drawing the ghosts to the raging fire.

As figures exploded around them, green phosphorescent flames spread like flowing water in all directions. The ghosts filling the factory building were rapidly decreasing at a visible rate. 大风小说 (Da Feng Novel)

Ye Yang and Feng Ruohang's cultivation was enough to rank them among the top masters of the术道 (Shu Dao, the Way of Arts). By only defending and not attacking, it was difficult for these low-level ghosts in the factory building to break through their defenses.

Although Ye Yang didn't move, his sword tip trembled like a dragon's roar. The sword qi in the sky began to accelerate its descent, and the sound of tiles shattering arrived with a deafening roar, the target being the woman in black.

Feng Ruohang was only at the edge of the sword qi, but he already felt the suffocating pressure of ten thousand swords descending. The pressure on the woman in black at the center of the sword array was unimaginable.

Ye Yang's gaze locked onto the space between her back, his violent murderous intent like a sharp arrow, carrying enough sharpness to penetrate his opponent, heading straight for her heart.

Under Ye Yang's constant pressure, the black-clothed woman's arm moved slightly, but she immediately pressed it back to its original position. After two breaths, she said coldly, "Since you're a Jian Wu, I'll find a swordsman to accompany you!"

As the woman in black raised her hand, a line of vigorous and forceful characters, with hidden murderous intent, appeared on the white wall opposite her: "Zhao ke man hu ying, wu gou shuang xue ming, yin an zhao bai ma, sa ta ru liu xing..."

Half of the *Xia Ke Xing* (Ode to Knights-Errant) appeared on the wall. A swordsman in white robes, with a sword as cold as frost, stepped out from the wall, his sword pointing at Ye Yang's brow, shaking his sword three times.

Inviting a battle with swords, a duel between swordsmen!

Ye Yang's eyes revealed contempt. He didn't take the white-clothed swordsman seriously at all.

The white-clothed swordsman was instantly enraged by the other party's gaze. He flew into the air with his sword, heading straight for Ye Yang's brow.

Halfway through his sword strike, his entire being transformed into the same silver light as his longsword. Man and sword became one, the sword light was like snow, but no human form could be seen.

Feng Ruohang cried out in alarm, "Man and sword as one! Ye Yang, dodge quickly!"

"Neither man nor man, neither sword nor sword, what is there to fear?" Ye Yang sneered, raising his left hand and pointing his fingers like a sword, directly pointing at the other party's sword point.

At the moment when fingertip and sword tip collided in mid-air, Ye Yang's fingertip sword qi vibrated three times in succession.

The sword qi vibrated, and the incoming sword point shattered into dust between Ye Yang's fingers.

The sword qi rose again, and the figure behind the sword point vanished into thin air.

The sword qi erupted three times, and the whistling sword qi soared into the sky, only to disappear into thin air.

The woman in black laughed, "Is that all? Still a Jian Wu? You can't even aim your sword qi properly, how can you talk about swords?"

Ye Yang sneered, "How do you know I didn't aim properly!"