Feng Xingzhi was kept outside, watching the two fight. The man's swordplay was elegant, and his figure was lithe. It seemed as if he had seen through Yun Han's flaws, forcing Yun Han to retreat again and again.
The man kicked off the ground and soared into the air, accelerating his sword thrust towards Yun Han. Yun Han crossed his sword in front of his chest to block the attack, but couldn't withstand the man's sword intent. His sword - holding hand trembled slightly.
Oh no, Yun Han was about to lose his strength. Feng Xingzhi stepped forward and slapped Yun Han on the back, sending his inner strength to help him out.
The man did a backflip in the air, retracting his sword. He spread his arms and stepped back. His robe fluttered in the wind. Yun Han also landed firmly on the ground, but suddenly felt a surge in his chest. Unsteady on his feet, he fell to the ground.
"Pfft!" The bright red blood bloomed on the ground, looking extremely eye - catching. Yun Han wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and stood up shakily.
Feng Xingzhi cast a worried glance at Yun Han, frowning slightly. When he looked at the man again, his eyes were filled with chill. He drew out his sword, holding it horizontally with his palm facing up. Then he thrust the sword forward with his body. The man turned his palm inwards, dodging the attack, and stabbed his sword vertically forward.
Both of them dodged to the side at the same time. Their sword moves were smooth and unrestrained. When they stood still again, they had switched positions.
"Get out of the way!" the man roared at Feng Xingzhi. His cold eyes were full of disdain, and a flash of annoyance quickly passed through his pupils.
Feng Xingzhi sensed the man's hostility towards him, but he was sure he had never seen this man before. A thought suddenly popped into his mind. Could it be that the man knew him?
A hint of wildness appeared in the man's cold eyes. He held his sword in front of him vertically, then ran his index finger and middle finger along the blade until he reached the hilt.
A white light emerged from the sword. A gale roared in the air. Centered around the man, the leaves automatically formed into river - like lines, floating into the air and surrounding the man, forming a huge sphere that enclosed him. However, his sleeves remained motionless.
"This, this is actually the Feather - Floating Flower Technique! It's completely on a different level from Jiang Yaoji. It's obviously much more powerful than hers!" Yun Han's eyes widened in surprise.
Feng Xingzhi pursed his lips slightly, holding his sword at his side with his right hand. He stared silently ahead. The man's figure was reflected in his eyes, and his cold face became more solemn.
Jiang Yaoji didn't have much talent, so she had never truly demonstrated the full power of the Feather - Floating Flower Technique before. And this man could also use it. It seemed that he was related to the Jiang family.
At this moment, some disciples with low inner strength were trembling. They were pressed down by the man's aura and couldn't stand up. They knelt on the ground, propping themselves up with their swords. Yun Han's wound also split open and started to bleed.
Feng Xingzhi gently turned his wrist, releasing his inner strength. He stared straight ahead, lifting his left heel and then his toe slightly off the ground. Holding his sword vertically, he took a quick step forward with his left foot.
The floating leaves from the Feather - Floating Flower Technique scattered like a shower of petals and rushed towards Feng Xingzhi. Feng Xingzhi's sword energy formed circles that were closely linked, allowing him to avoid the flying leaves.
"I really underestimated you," the man said in surprise when Feng Xingzhi got close to him.
"Do you know me?"
In the back - and - forth between the two, they had already exchanged dozens of blows.
"I won't answer the questions of a dead man," the man said as he manipulated the leaves with his sword to surround Feng Xingzhi.
"Then you're going to be disappointed," Feng Xingzhi said. His sword intent became even more intense as he forced a way out with his sword energy.
"One thing dies, and all things come to life. You've already grasped the true meaning of the sword," the man's eyes flickered. His voice was like a rusty, blood - stained knife, with a chilling coldness that made people shiver.
Feng Xingzhi retracted his sword and looked at the man coldly. "The Feather - Floating Flower Technique is a secret technique of the Jiang family that is not passed on to outsiders."
The man squinted his eyes slightly, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Feng Xingzhi. "It seems you really don't remember me."
"I don't!"
"Pfft," the man scoffed. There was a hint of imperceptible regret in his tone. Then he continued, "It's a pity. We're sort of old acquaintances."
"Brother," a delicate voice came from the air. Jiang Yaoji leaped down and landed between the two of them.
Feng Xingzhi and the others were very surprised. "So he's Jiang Yaoji's brother. That explains everything."
Seeing Jiang Yaoji coming, the man stopped fighting.
"Brother, when did you come?" Jiang Yaoji trotted to his side and pulled his hand coquettishly.
"Where is Ji Yunxi?" Feng Xingzhi looked at Jiang Yaoji coldly. The man pulled Jiang Yaoji to his side and stared at Feng Xingzhi as if he were already a dead man.
"Brother, it's okay!" Jiang Yaoji shook his sleeve, smiling. Her brother was perfect in every way, but he was just too protective of her!
"Ji Yunxi has been taken away by Yue Chen."
"Which direction?"
"Why should I tell you!" Jiang Yaoji replied casually, looking at him provocatively.
"Tell me!" Feng Xingzhi put his sword on Jiang Yaoji's neck and stared at her coldly.
"Put down your sword!" The man immediately pointed his sword at Feng Xingzhi. Tension filled the air among the three of them.
Jiang Yaoji lowered her eyes and glanced at Feng Xingzhi. A flash of sadness crossed her face, but it disappeared in an instant. Then she regained her cold expression. "Southeast. Even if you know, it's probably too late to catch up now."
Hearing this, Feng Xingzhi lowered his sword dejectedly. Jiang Yaoji glared at Feng Xingzhi hatefully, then turned around and left with her brother and subordinates.
"What should we do next?" On the way, the man asked Jiang Yaoji.
"It doesn't matter. I seriously injured her. She must die this time," Jiang Yaoji said. Remembering the way Feng Xingzhi had pointed his sword at her just now, a vicious aura emanated from her.
"Ji Yunxi won't die. I will definitely kill her with my own hands."
"Let's go after them!" Yun Han looked in the direction where Jiang Yaoji had left and was about to chase after them.
Feng Xingzhi waved his hand. "There's no need to chase. Finding Yunxi is the most important thing. First, search the Moonlight Palace to see if there are any clues."
As soon as Feng Xingzhi finished speaking, Feng Heyang and Feng Ji rushed over. Everyone searched the entire Moonlight Palace and found that it was empty. All the people in the Moonlight Palace were gone.
Everyone was very anxious. Feng Xingzhi was especially restless, with anxiety written all over his face.
"I'll send people to chase in the southeast direction!" Feng Xingzhi stood up and was about to leave when Yun Han blocked his way.
"Xingzhi, calm down. What Jiang Yaoji said may not be true. What if it's a trap?"
Yun Han's question brought Feng Xingzhi back to his senses. He sat down on the chair dejectedly. This was the first time Yun Han had seen Feng Xingzhi like this.
"Does she have any items on her that can be used to track her aura?"
Hearing this, Feng Xingzhi stopped in his tracks. He suddenly remembered the jade hairpin.
"Yes, the hairpin I gave her."
Yun Han closed his eyes, crossed his hands, and quickly made hand seals. Strands of glowing silk threads slowly floated into the air until they disappeared.
"I'm not sure if it will be successful," Yun Han said, looking at Feng Xingzhi's eager eyes. He sighed faintly and continued, "You'd better not get your hopes up too high."
"Please, Uncle Yun!" Feng Xingzhi bowed his head to him.