eurekapd Chapter 588 Let's have a match
Chapter 588 Let's have a match
Even if her sword couldn't break his Tribulation Transcending True Body, it should have seriously injured him. Moreover, she used heavenly lightning to arouse the inner demon hidden deep in his heart, and Xin Xin had already bitten him. This process was not exactly excruciating, but it was definitely not easy. So why was he able to wake up so quickly and be so calm, as if he wasn't the one who should be suffering?
Is this the real difference between her and him?
At least she couldn't remain calm and composed when tormented by inner demons.
She was fragile and selfish, cowardly and despicable, so much so that even her sword would leave her.
Suddenly, a solemn and ethereal voice pierced through the thick clouds and landed precisely in her ears amidst the dimness of the world.
The voice asked her—What is the Tao?
She shook her head: "I don't know..."
The voice asked again—What is your way?
She shook her head again: "I don't know..."
The voice asked her again, "What is the sword in your hand?"
She didn't want to answer such embarrassing questions anymore.
With a swift stroke of her sword, Shi Tian pointed at the sky, her eyes red with hatred: "Shut up, or I'll kill you!" She then aimed her sword again at the increasingly striking and vibrant vermilion mark on Qingzhi Immortal Venerable's face. "Master, are you feeling quite smug, thinking I can't hurt you? Let's have another match!"
A muffled rumble of thunder, accompanied by a sudden burst of golden lightning, exploded in the air, swirling and warning the audacious mortals.
Jiang Liqian completely ignored it.
Seeing her going crazy, Qingzhi finally took a step toward her.
Jiang Liqian immediately took a step back warily, gripping her sword even tighter.
"My power is too strong. If I were to absorb it all rashly, it would only lead to mental confusion and the explosion of my dantian." Qingzhi's cold voice drifted in the autumn wind.
Jiang Liqian couldn't understand what he was saying at all: "What power? My divine sense is perfectly fine. You are just a hypocrite, unworthy of being the sect leader!"
Qingzhi stopped the topic and suddenly asked her, "Have you mastered the Tonghui Sword Technique?"
Jiang Liqian sneered: "It's just a sword technique, of course I've already mastered it."
Qingzhi shook his head, flicked his sleeves lightly, his white robes fluttered like snow, and he stood tall and elegant, transforming back into his pristine, otherworldly appearance.
He slightly raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers just like hers. In an instant, a white light flashed, and a long sword, entirely ice-blue, landed in his hand.
The sword leaves no trace, its sound is utterly silent, a fleeting glimpse of snow.
Xueqiong is the sword of Qingzhi Immortal Venerable, the strongest being in the cultivation world.
"Let's have a match. If you win, I'll grant you whatever you want to do. Otherwise, you'll be imprisoned in my sword formation and will never be able to escape unless you break through to a higher realm."
"To be fair," Qingzhi suddenly withdrew his aura, his cultivation level dropping at a visible speed until it reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, the same level as Jiang Liqian, "so that it is a matter of accepting defeat and there is no way to deny it."
Jiang Liqian pursed her lips tightly.
The Heavenly Sword in his hand trembled slightly, but was then firmly steadied.
"Okay." She heard her own voice float down.
And this will be the most regrettable impulsive decision she has ever made.
Sword light suddenly flashed, and lightning bolts ripped through the dim light. Amidst the swirling snow, two streaks of light clashed atop the half-collapsed, colossal palace.
Countless sword shadows swept across the sky, freezing the passing winds, only to be cleaved into new snowflakes by countless sword blades in the next second.
The world was silent.
Silence.
Silent and desolate.
Above the mountain peaks, swords flashed with iridescent colors, creating a celestial phenomenon where the sun and moon appeared in the same sky.
The curious disciples who came out of the house all looked towards the horizon, some pointing, some craning their necks, talking and discussing, all wondering what had happened to the Sword Peak that was suddenly surrounded by heavy snow, and why the sword energy was so strong, as if two generations of powerful immortals were fighting.
"Go back inside, or you'll get your heads chopped off by sword energy!" A book slammed into a little girl's head. The girl winced in pain and clutched her head. After being glared at by the elder, she pouted, resentfully pulled the little boy beside her, and turned to go back inside.
"How stingy! He won't even look at it for a little longer!"
"You brat, what are you looking at? Your teeth aren't even fully grown yet. Be careful you don't see something you shouldn't and you'll explode and die!"
“Lululu——!”
"You brat, I bet you want to be punished by copying books again today! Let me tell you, this time no one is allowed to help you, not even Xiao Yi!"
"You old geezer, these hands of mine are for the next Tianqian Sect disciple recruitment. If they're ruined, you'll have to support me for the rest of my life!"
"Alright, if you can enter the sect, even if you're just a disciple of the miscellaneous servant peak, I'll burn incense and offer sacrifices to our ancestors, and throw you a grand banquet to celebrate!"
"So what if I'm a disciple of the Miscellaneous Peak? I'll become a disciple of the strongest immortal and learn the strongest sword technique, something even stronger than this!"
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The Tonghui Sword Technique emphasizes three key points: Tong (通), Hui (晖), and Ding (定).
Once you understand one thing, you understand everything else; the mysteries of heaven and earth can be grasped through understanding them.
Hui, the sun and moon shining together, the sword pointing to the bright path.
Settle down, settle your mind, settle your people, settle your path.
The Tonghui Sword Technique, though its moves are profound, can only truly possess the power to split mountains and cleave seas, and the ability to shift stars and change the sun, if these three points are truly integrated into it.
Jiang Liqian looked at this sword technique. From childhood to adolescence, from her past life to this life, every move, every strike, every pause had long been firmly imprinted in her heart and etched into the depths of her soul. Even if she became a ghost without a trace, she would never forget it.
She was confident that no one of her peers could rival her.
Spiritual energy surged into her body like it was free, and she pushed the Qiankun Heart Technique to its limit. The sword in her hand could only be heard but not seen. Her eyes were like torches, and her figure was as light and fast as lightning cutting through the sky. Every sword strike carried the terrifying power of heavenly thunder.
Qingzhi was forced to retreat repeatedly, and finally, the swordsman sliced off half of her sleeve. The fluttering sleeve turned to ash in the blink of an eye under the sword's light.
Jiang Liqian seized the opportunity to press on, relentlessly pursuing him and not letting go of any chance to seriously injure him.
Just when Jiang Liqian thought she was sure of victory, Qingzhi suddenly looked up at her, and the raging anger in her heart suddenly froze. Her steps and sword movements also became disordered for a moment.
In that instant, she suddenly felt a familiar aura erupt from the direction of Qimingzhai, intertwined with an intensely cold demonic energy.
Her pupils trembled violently, and the next second, the transparent, snow-white sword was already pressed against her neck. Tens of thousands of snowflakes, like tens of thousands of thin blades, instantly pierced through her body.
Because she abruptly withdrew her sword strike, her previously smooth spiritual energy suddenly reversed, causing her dantian to churn violently. Finally, she exhaled a breath, her face pale, and collapsed to her knees, utterly exhausted.
As she knelt down, she murmured, "Second Senior Brother..."
She froze for three seconds, then fear slowly crept into her eyes.