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  Liu Feng was in a state of extreme excitement, and suddenly heard an abnormal sound behind him. Before he could turn his head, the long spear in his hand instinctively counterattacked, and a sharp and unstoppable airflow followed the spearhead and shot out straight.

  A flash of lightning, a gun shot out, but what hit was another empty space. Suddenly turning back, a white figure had appeared in front of him like a ghost. Before he could see the face of the newcomer, a bronze-colored tiger palm had grasped the hilt of the sword just below the blade.

  The figure stood still, and that one majestic face was imprinted in his eyes, it was Zhao Yun.

  Liu Feng suddenly woke up, although he recognized it was Zhao Yun, but he broke out in a cold sweat: to know that just now when he was practicing martial arts, his spirit was already highly alert, and when did Zhao Yun appear behind him, he didn't have the slightest awareness. If it wasn't Zhao Yun, but an enemy, and took advantage of the opportunity to make a surprise attack, he wouldn't even have had a moment's reaction time, wouldn't this life be inexplicably lost?!

  "Sorry to have disturbed your shooting practice, I hope you can forgive me." Zhao Yun released his grip and cupped one hand in the other.

  Liu Feng suppressed the unease in his heart, put away his spear, and forced a smile as he bowed with his fists: "Uncle Yun is still being polite to me. The few spear moves just now were imitations of Uncle Yun's, but they didn't quite come off, and instead made Uncle Yun laugh."

  Zhao Yun said calmly: "The young master is a natural-born martial artist, and I was no better than him at this age."

  Liu Feng knew that Zhao Yun was always a straightforward person, and his praise came from the heart. This meant that he indeed had the potential to learn martial arts. Moreover, Zhao Yun also compared Liu Feng with himself when he was young, which made Liu Feng feel even more invigorated.

  "Liu Feng took the opportunity to ask Zhao Yun, this extraordinary master, for advice. 'Uncle Yun has arrived at an opportune moment. Actually, I have been harboring a strong doubt in my heart these past few days, and now is a good chance to seek your guidance.'"

  "The Crown Prince's doubts, could it be related to his encounter with Cao Zhen and Xu Chu?"

  Zhao Yun's words dispelled Liu Feng's confusion, and he couldn't help but gaze at him with a curious light: "Uncle Cloud, how did you figure it out?"

  Zhao Yun smiled and said, "I just saw the spear technique, which seemed to be vaguely pretending to fight with someone. From the moves used, it seems that the enemy is mostly using a sword. Since he has fought with Xu Zhu, the one who can make him feel puzzled must be this person."

  "Actually able to infer from the empty air technique, the fake enemy's used weapon, indeed worthy of Zhao Zilong."

  Liu Feng's face showed admiration, and he sighed: "What Yun uncle said is exactly what has been puzzling me. In fact, when I saw the moves that Xu Zhu made, apart from being powerful, they seemed ordinary, but when the move was launched, I couldn't dodge at all, and could only barely block his two knives, almost losing my life. I've always wondered why this is."

  Zhao Yun didn't answer his confusion, walked to the weapon rack, stretched out his foot and kicked it, a steel knife flew into the air, he stretched out his hand and caught it with ease: "Xu Zhu is one of the top short knife masters in the world, my knife skills are slightly inferior to his, but I can barely demonstrate it."

  Liu Feng had always known that Zhao Yun's spear technique was divine, but he had never seen him wield a sword before. Seeing him about to demonstrate Xu Zhu's moves, Liu Feng became excited and prepared to witness Zhao Yun's skill with the sword.

  He stood with his spear held horizontally again, took three steps back, furrowed his brow and shouted: "Uncle Yun, hurry up and bring the horse over!"

  Zhao Yun stroked the bright blade, his calm and gentle expression quickly faded away, and a cold and stern killing intent surged forth from his sharp eyes.

  A few steps away, Liu Feng suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression, the killing aura emanating from Zhao Yun's body was like the cold air of the coldest winter, sweeping in from all directions and enveloping him. Before he could even launch his attack, Liu Feng's heart was already chilled to the bone.

  At this moment, Liu Feng seemed to have returned to Changban Slope. The suffocating and intense oppressive feeling he felt from Zhao Yun was almost identical to Xu Chu's, and even more so.

  The hands grasping the silver gun had bulging veins on the back of the palms, and cold sweat had already seeped out from the center of the palms. A strand of evening wind slipped into the courtyard, and Liu Feng felt a refreshing coolness on his back, only to find that the cold sweat on his back had soaked through his close-fitting clothes without him realizing it.

  Even if he knew that Zhao Yun in front of him would not really hurt him, why did he still produce such a terrible fear psychology in his heart?

  With a stern and awe-inspiring presence, directly in front of him, his gaze shot out like lightning, and with a sudden burst of white light, Zhao Yun and the steel knife in his hand merged into one, like a snow shadow, enveloping an overwhelmingly fierce aura as he launched a surprise attack.

  In the blink of an eye, a sheet of snow-white filled Liu Feng's field of vision. He only felt that the air around him seemed to be sucked dry in an instant, leaving only icy and bone-piercing killing intent, as if every nerve was about to be frozen.

  It was another ghostly slash, leaving Liu Feng no room to dodge. Driven by instinct, he grasped his steel spear with both hands and poured all his energy into his arms, attempting to block Zhao Yun's slash head-on.

  Just as the sword and spear were about to collide, Zhao Yun's movement suddenly stopped. The blade edge halted just inches from Liu Feng's spear handle, but the powerful gust of wind it had generated still came rushing forward, whipping across his face with an invisible force that left his cheeks stinging.

  Zhao Yun sheathed his sword, and the killing intent around him also dissipated. He gazed straight into Liu Feng's shocked eyes and asked calmly: "Young Master, is this sword of mine similar to Xu Chu's?"

  The intimidating killing intent dissipated instantly, and the air refilled the surroundings. Liu Feng's chest heaved violently, his rapidly beating heart slowing down only after greedily gulping in a mouthful of air.

  His spirit had calmed down again, but his face still showed lingering fear: "That's right, Cloud Uncle's knife was just like it was back then, and I'm still unable to withstand it."

  "Can you see what similarities there are between me and Xu Zhu with this one move?" Zhao Yun put the sword back on the rack, and was guiding Liu Feng to comprehend the subtleties within.

  Recalling the scene of life and death that day, and verifying it with Zhao Yun's knife just now, he meditated for a long time, and suddenly, he seemed to have realized something.

  From Liu Feng's astonished gaze, Zhao Yun saw that he had already glimpsed the entrance to the martial way, and said again: "Just now, the knife I used was only three-tenths of my usual strength, and the move was ordinary and unremarkable. With my understanding of the young master's true power, as long as the young master uses his full strength, it shouldn't be difficult to achieve a calm and serene autumn color with just one move. But does the young master have such confidence himself?"

  "Yes, the power of that move I was not powerless to resist, and the technique was not without a trace to find, but why did I not have the confidence to take that knife at that time?"

  Suddenly, Liu Feng's bewildered eyes sparkled with insight, and under Zhao Yun's guidance, he finally figured out the key to it all.

  It's awesome!

  Whether it was Xu Chu or Zhao Yun, before their moves were launched, the invincible aura emanating from them created a strong sense of oppression that made themselves feel defeated even before the battle began, and they had already lost the will to win, and even the will to survive had fallen to the edge of abandonment.

  Without even the conviction of certain victory, what is there to fight for?

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