Chapter 23: The Sword of Qitian

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  He stood up, with golden light rising all around him. In his Dan Tian and Qi Hai, the aura was like a dragon, bursting out and overflowing with threads of invisible sharp energy.

  Ming Yang Dao's face showed a different color, but his cultivation was deep and he had long since transformed his dao blood. He sat cross-legged, like an ancient mountain, calm and unmoving.

  Wu Ming had already opened up the eighty-first Daoist aperture, and his body emitted a fragrant scent. He saw that Qi Tian's body was crystal clear, with a hint of treasure light flashing, clearly indicating that he had just opened up the seventy-second Sha Daoist aperture. As for swordsmanship, it was notoriously difficult to cultivate, known as the weakest among those who shared the same realm. Let alone Qi Tian having just opened up the seventy-second Sha Daoist aperture, even if they were at the same level of cultivation, Wu Ming would not be afraid.

  Pure gold body!

  A hint of cold light flashed in Wu Ming's eyes as he stood with his hands behind his back and smiled: "Younger brother, make your move."

  Her eyes shone like the sea, in her heavenly twin pupils, two pure golden yin-yang fish seemed to appear and disappear, with a faint divine aura emerging, she drew her sword.

  Recite

  A sword hums, like a dragon's chant, the purple bamboo sword is shrouded in a rich purple mist, crystal clear and translucent, with an aura of floating fullness, actually cutting through the air silently.

  He slowly drew his sword, and the sound of the sword hummed higher and higher. When it reached its peak, it was like a dragon's roar in the nine heavens, piercing the sky.

  Hummm...

  One sword chopped down, the purple bamboo sword's aura was resplendent, like a brilliant sun. This one sword, slow to the extreme, seemed to be trapped in a thick muddy swamp. The air around the purple bamboo sword, about a foot away, rippled with faint waves.

  "With a sword's rhythm, lifting heavy as light!"

  Ming Yang Dao Ren said in a low voice, "It's precisely because he understands the sword path that he has a clearer understanding of the profound meaning contained within the realm of the sword rhyme. To comprehend the weightlessness of lifting heavy objects and to anticipate the birth of the sword embryo is equivalent to the second realm of the Xian Dao, the Realm of Spiritual Awareness."

  On the edge of the valley, Wu Ming was slightly taken aback. This sword from Qi Tian, he couldn't see through it, but if such a slow and clumsy swordsmanship could also hurt him, then that would be too ridiculous.

  His left hand still rested on his back, while his right hand, like Wu Zheng before him, struck out with a palm that seemed to come from nowhere. The earth's spiritual energy surged forth, coalescing into a massive palm several feet in diameter. Flames of golden light danced across its surface as it hurtled downwards towards Qi Tianzhu.

  His eyes gleamed like lightning, and with a stride that shook the heavens, he stepped out without the slightest hint of fear. His black hair was as dark as ink, his purple bamboo sword radiated an aura as majestic as a rainbow, and he seemed to be a mighty ancient mountain crushing forward.

  Hmph!

  The palm was torn apart, transformed into sparkling lights, scattered in the void.

  "What?!"

  Wu Zheng let out a loud cry, and the crowd surged forward. Ming Yang Daoist's face sank slightly, could it be that Qi Tian had hidden his true cultivation? Looking at Ming Jian Daoist again, his eyes were still, like a dead pool of water, yet he hadn't revealed even a hint of unusual color.

  Jian Ge Grand Hall, majestic momentum like a mountain, footsteps non-stop, one step across the ravine, purple bamboo sword edge exposed, once again a sword chopped down.

  "Earth Fire Seal!"

  With a grit of his teeth, Wumeng rummaged through his bosom and flung out a small, ancient seal with a golden red color. The golden red seal was crystal clear and flawless, with a faint flame burning on its surface. As it met the wind, it expanded into an eight-foot square shape, with three golden red stripes embossed on top of it. It looked like a massive boulder tumbling down, hurtling towards Qitian with a crushing force.

  "Explode!"

  With a light shout, the golden yin-yang fish appeared in Qitian's eyes, and the purple bamboo sword moved even slower, but with a more divine aura. The air waves were stronger, and the sword body was filled with dense, golden light that seemed almost impossible to disperse.

  Boom!

  That land was scorched by a mournful cry, as if crushed by an ancient mountain, sparks splashing everywhere, and was split in mid-air by a single sword from the Heavens.

  With his right hand waving, he transformed his sword into a back, and Qi Tian coldly shouted: "Disperse!"

  Pfft——

  His protective spiritual energy was dispersed, Wu Ming let out a miserable cry, his entire body tumbling several zhangs away, fresh blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

  "Wu Ming!" Wu Zheng said in a low voice, holding onto Wu Ming with some incredulity. "This is impossible, there must be a trick to it!"

  Wu Zheng looked at Ming Yang Dao Ren, bowed and said: "Please Master Feng to preside over justice, this Qi Tian Xiu's cultivation is not as good as Wu Ming Shifu's younger brother, I hope Master Feng will make a fair judgment!"

  Since ancient times, it has been difficult to cultivate the way of the sword. It is well known that those who are in the same realm as the sword have the sword as their foundation, and yet they go against heaven and kill wantonly. This is clearly abnormal.

  Ming Yang Dao Ren furrowed his brow, but then heard Yun Fei coldly laugh on the side: "What, could it be that a disciple of Jian Feng must lose? Lie Yang Peak is one of the nine veins, can't afford to lose?"

  "Shut up, kid!"

  Wu Zheng glared at him angrily: "A defeated general under my command dares to boast of his eloquence!"

  Yun Fei let out a cold snort: "At least I'm willing to bet and admit defeat!"

  "Wuzheng, step down!"

  "Yes, Master Feng."

  Wu Zheng gritted his teeth and supported Wu Ming as he retreated to one side.

  Shaking his head and chuckling, Ming Yang Dao Ren said: "Xuan Jian Shang Ren is indeed extraordinary. Is this the foundation of Jian Feng for 5,000 years? I just don't know if the master can maintain it, and must not provoke the heavenly punishment."

  Ming Yang Daoist said, the middle-grade Golden Spirit Stone in his hand floated up and was about to fall into Ming Jian Daoist's hands.

  "Wait."

  Ming Yang Daoren's face was slightly solemn, and he turned his head: "Qitian Shifu's nephew, what else do you have to say?"

  Qitian bowed and said: "Qitian has seen that Wuzhen's Taoist skills are profound, and his heart is joyful. He wants to learn from him, and hopes that Master will agree."

  "Junior Brother!"

  Yun Fei shouted low and flew back, but did not see Qi Tian turn his head.

  At this time, Ming Xian Dao Ren also furrowed his brow, but still didn't open his mouth.

  "You really want to fight against Wuzheng?"

  Ming Yang Dao Ren's mouth curled up with a hint of playful smile, his body was like fire, surrounded by immortal mist, clouds and fog under his knees, sitting there, like a fire god, almost visible golden bone marrow, also burning scorching divine flames.

  He nodded in agreement, his expression calm and serene, with a hint of yin-yang fish swimming in the depths of his eyes. His cyan robe fluttered with the aura, his black hair gleaming, and the purple bamboo sword in hand, exuding a clear and sharp aura that swirled around him, causing even the air to ripple.

  "All right, Wu Zheng, you go and give some guidance to your junior fellow disciple."

  "Yes, Master Feng!"

  He understood the meaning, his eyes contained a cold intent, he stepped forward, every step he took, the crimson flames on his body grew more vigorous, his Dao power circulated, merged with heaven and earth, an overbearing aura stirred first, pressing down towards Qitian.

  His body shone with golden light, and he took a step forward, his eyes revealing half of the yin-yang fish. The purple bamboo sword hummed loudly, its sound waves suppressing the oppressive atmosphere in mid-air.

  A strong gust of wind rose from the ravine between the two men, spreading out several feet away, and then disappeared in front of the two Mingyang Dao people.

  Wu Zheng's expression slightly solidified, and Qi Tian suddenly blocked his momentum. He took a third step forward, his right palm flipping over to suppress.

  A blazing hand condensed, a one-meter-square crimson flame palm print scorched and slapped towards Qitian, distorting the air and sweeping away dense ripples.

  Heavenly Purple Bamboo Sword sliced through the air, its golden aura growing more refined with each strike. Each sword slash felt as heavy as a thousand jun, as if an ancient mountain was moving. Three consecutive slashes severed Lieyang's hand, and after crossing the ravine, another sword strike came crashing down towards Wuzheng.

  "Blazing Seal!"

  Calm and fearless, he suddenly drank coldly, his hands forming a seal as his Taoist powers surged forth. A crimson seal materialized before him, its radiance even more intense than before. The scarlet divine flames incinerated the air, instantly blocking Qi Tian's path.

  The way of power is vast and profound, the fire of the way of power is fierce and unmatched, the breath of enlightenment has already completely surpassed that of Qitian.

  "Be careful, young brother!"

  Yun Fei let out a loud cry, his fists clenched tightly. This fierce flame mark was even more ferocious than before. If he collided with it head-on, there was an 80-90% chance that he would lose his life.

  The whole body's vital energy surged and flowed, the aura swirling throughout, bursting through the seventy-sixth floor in an instant. His eyes snapped open, and from his Heaven's Eye, two yin-yang fish completely materialized.

  Fierce flames burst forth, the air trembled with excitement. Qi's sharp aura intensified as he gritted his teeth, and the originally ascending seventy-sixth floor's aura seemed to be stirred by an inexplicable force, violently crashing into the seventy-seventh Golden Gate.

  Boom!

  The Golden Gate is shattered, the heavens and earth are a golden sea, a single golden spring falls down.

  "Explode!"

  In the eyes, yin and yang fish, golden light shines brightly. With a loud shout to the heavens, the purple bamboo sword transforms into a circle, shattering the falling golden spring and merging it within. The purple bamboo sword suddenly bursts with golden light, as if a fierce sun rises, carrying a sharp edge of air that splits the raging fire in two.

  Boom!

  The air waves rolled, the ground gravel splashed, and two figures flew out at the same time. (New book list, seeking recommendation votes, seeking collection! Going out tonight, so updating early.)