Volume 1 Chapter 22: Flying Dragon in the Sky

  Beiming, the northernmost and coldest sea in the world. The Beiming Sword is named after the meaning of Beiming. The formation on the Beiming Sword is called Beiming Binghai, which can be activated by Yuan Qi to stimulate the endless waves and icy air within. Beiming Binghai, due to its extremely cold air, can also interfere with a person's mind and soul to some extent. Those with weak willpower are easily led astray by the icy air, inducing hallucinations.

  A fourth-grade mid-tier sword, it's too overbearing for a third-grade warrior. Just the North Ming Sword alone gave Qin Heng a huge advantage.

  Qin Heng took advantage of the momentum, not sparing anyone. With one sword, he shook off Gao Huan's iron rod and advanced with a straight thrust. As Qin Heng stepped forward with his sword, his body slightly arched, his feet moved in a swift arrow-like motion, and his dark blue longsword quivered lightly with his wrist, sending ripples of dark blue light that made it impossible to discern where his sword was actually aimed.

  This advancing sword, Qin Heng's wrist, arm, shoulder, back, waist, and legs moved with the rise and fall of the sword. The person seemed to be brought into motion by the sword, following the flashing sword light as it shot forward in an instant. In that moment, his essence, spirit, and vitality merged with the sword, becoming one entity. This single sword alone revealed Qin Heng's profound swordsmanship. That he could become one of the Three Heroes was certainly not due to luck.

  Gao Huan's body could withstand swords, but he couldn't block this high-level sword. Moreover, Qin Heng's sword had fully grasped the essence of swordsmanship, and his unity with the sword was almost like a magical technique, easily piercing through stone and gold as if it were a mere reversal of palms.

  Since entering the Wan Jie Cave, Gao Huan took a step back for the first time. Under his feet, he walked seven stars in reverse, and his legwork, which was as pure as a furnace fire, allowed him to take seven steps in an instant, each one being a burst of energy and strength. On the stony ground, seven footprints were clearly visible, forming a Big Dipper shape.

  Qī xīng bù (Seven Stars Step) is not some kind of ultimate technique, but rather the most basic form of footwork. However, Gāo Huān's reverse seven-star step, with seven consecutive treads, has an extraordinary speed that allows Gāo Huān to instantly change direction seven times, already bringing the Seven Stars Step to its extreme.

  With a burst of energy, Qin Heng borrowed the flash of inspiration in his heart to unleash a strike that was almost like wielding a sword. He was not confused by Gao Huan's changing body shape at all. A sword light chased after the seven large virtual shadows, turning and twisting continuously, but the sword momentum did not weaken, instead it became even stronger.

  This has nothing to do with Qin Heng, but is the sword's own property of Beiming Sword. The sword momentum was continuously accumulated by Beiming Sword in the turning point. So seven turns in a row, the dark blue sword light on Beiming Sword has been layered like a tide, and it is irresistible. The four-stage mid-grade sword, Beiming Sword, shows its power.

  The magnificent Seven Star Step, under the overwhelming sword light, also lost its meaning.

  If Gao Huan hadn't broken through the seven apertures of the Green Dragon during his closed-door training, he would have been dead for sure with this one sword. At most, they could have ended up in mutual destruction. It was at this moment that the wonderful effect of breaking through the seven acupoints and practicing the dragon's movement in all directions revealed itself.

  The high and curved Qinglong wheel, like a divine dragon flying to the ninth heaven, suddenly surges up and down. The seven orifices of the Qinglong wheel simultaneously absorb the yuanqi under its impetus.

  A surge of vital energy flowed through Gao Huan's body, gathering and converging, sweeping away the deep-seated chill. His entire skeletal and muscular system returned to normal under the command of his vital energy.

  Gao Huan's nearly frozen heavy body suddenly became light. Without thinking, Gao Huan performed the Dragon Travels in Eight Directions from the Qinglong Fanhai Tui.

  In the surging, dark blue sword light, Gao Huan's body slightly twisted and changed, shuttling back and forth in the gaps of the dark blue sword light, his elegant rising and falling posture, like a dragon swimming in the four seas.

  One move of dragon roaming in all directions, fully grasping the true meaning of divine dragon's carefree and unrestrained movement.

  Qin Heng was shocked in his heart.

  The people watching the battle on Zu Shi Tang also couldn't help but be moved. Compared to Qin Heng in battle, the many masters on Zu Shi Tang understood the true meaning of the Tao of martial arts!

  The dragon travels in all directions, unimpeded and unrestricted.

  Gao Huan had thought that Long You Ba Fang was just a variation of speed in short distance, until he was forced by Qin Heng's Bei Ming Sword, Gao Huan only then felt the true meaning of Long You Ba Fang.

  The dragon's journey through the eight directions is a carefree and unrestrained swagger, a joyful and uninhibited roaming of the four seas. The word "tour" is certainly important, but more important is the infinite variation of the dragon itself.

  In the world, there is no power more powerful, noble and mysterious than the dragon. It can fly high in the nine heavens and dive deep into the nine abysses, with infinite changes and transformations. Therefore, the dragon can roam freely in all directions, moving at will.

  Gao Huan's body was like a dragon, his movements fluid and unpredictable. He could twist and turn at will, as if he had grasped the true meaning of the dragon's movement. Even in the face of North Ming Sword's overwhelming attack, Gao Huan's body remained unscathed, able to dodge and weave with ease.

  The way of the sword, seeking a heart without distractions, body and sword united. Qin Heng's sword light spun continuously, but he couldn't catch Gao Huan's figure, his mind divided and strength scattered, making it even harder to maintain this wonderful state of sword control.

  Able to produce a blow almost like the royal sword, it was not that Qin Heng's cultivation had reached that point. It was because he suddenly came up with an idea, borrowing the momentum of the sword to pursue and attack, forming a wonderful harmony between his divine soul, body, and sword, which resulted in a shocking and powerful strike.

  Once Qin Heng woke up from the state of Yu Jian, he couldn't display that kind of swordsmanship again. As his sword momentum declined, the Northern Ming Sword's self-emitting tide-like sword light also suddenly dropped.

  At this moment, Gao Huan flashed in front of Qin Heng with a shrinking sword light. This change was truly unpredictable, and Qin Heng was shocked and surprised. The Northern Ocean Sword, which had been trembling up and down, suddenly condensed and transformed into a straight azure sword light that pierced out. Without the divine state of controlling the sword, Qin Heng's swordsmanship was still not to be underestimated.

  In a state of extreme shock, the instinctive reaction of the divine intent reached its peak with Qin Heng's sword. The primordial energy within Qin Heng was also fully infused into the North Ming Sword. Another magical array, the North Ming Ice Slashing Sword, was immediately activated.

  The faint blue light on the Northern Ming Sword transformed into countless white cold auras, which suddenly spread out. The white cold aura is the transformation of the extremely yin and cold air of Xuan Ming Yin Sha, appearing ethereal but actually being numerous fine needle-like sword auras condensed together.

  Ten million Northern Frost Sword Qi shot out in all directions, with no blind spots. As long as you were within the range of the sword qi, there was no possibility of dodging.

  Qin Heng urged the release of a spell array on the North Ming Sword, already using all his strength. But at the critical moment of life and death, Qin Heng burst out with all his might, finally releasing the icy killing intent of the North Ming Sword. This was the benefit of a mid-grade four-tier sword, which low-level cultivators could never release such a powerful and unavoidable sword intent that covered all directions, let alone so easily release such a powerful icy killing intent.

  Qin Heng's face revealed a hint of cold smile, "This time, let's see how you'll hide." The North Ming Ice Slashing Sword's aura was extremely cold and chilling. A three-stage cultivator would be frozen stiff if they were covered by the sword's aura, even if they weren't killed by it.

  At that time, just a light sword would be enough to cut off Gao Huan's head. Qin Heng now has both hatred and fear towards Gao Huan. Not only does Gao Huan have powerful martial arts skills, but he also grasped the true meaning of the Way of Martial Arts, which is far beyond what Qin Heng can achieve. If it weren't for having the North Ming Sword in hand, this time he would have died at Gao Huan's hands.

  The several leaders of the Zushi Hall all looked at Zhao Yingyu with a serious face. Seeing Qin Heng urging out the North Ming Ice Killing Sword Qi, Miao Ying's mouth slightly curled up, revealing a disdainful intention.

  If it weren't for this four-star mid-grade sword, Qin Heng would have been kicked to death by Gao Huan. Although Miao Ying had other plans, it can be seen that Qin Heng relied on the sword to show off his might, and she was still extremely disdainful in her heart. At the same time, there was also some regret, Fa Xiang's disciple actually grasped the true meaning of martial arts, with a comprehension so good that no one among the three generations of disciples could match.

  Zhong Jun still smiled calmly.

  Jade Butterfly said leisurely: "The outcome is still undecided..."

  Jade Butterfly's words had just spoken one word, and the situation on the Jade Token had changed again.

  In the vast and hazy white mist, a black figure shot up into the sky, its agile and majestic posture resembling a flying dragon.

  The dragon flies in the nine heavens, drums up cloud and air, swings wind and thunder, moves energy in all directions, reigns supreme over the world.

  Gao Huan's leaping figure stirred up the white air, and it seemed that he already had the majestic momentum of a dragon soaring into the sky.

  Qin Heng, who was charging forward with his sword, suddenly felt a surge of white energy and lost sight of Gao Huan. Just as he was wondering what was happening, he was shocked to see a foot wearing hemp shoes kicking towards his dan Tian.

  Qin Heng hastily inhaled and withdrew his abdomen, his body suddenly retreating to avoid Gao Huan's kick. Gao Huan's first kick missed, and another kick was already aimed at Qin Heng's chest. Qin Heng retreated again. Gao Huan's third kick had reached Qin Heng's throat, Qin Heng shrunk his neck and shoulders, his entire body like a startled turtle, his head almost shrinking into his neck.

  This turtle-like shrinking head was Qin Heng's proud body method. At this critical moment, Qin Heng almost instinctively displayed this move without thinking.

  Everyone in the ancestral hall looked at each other and couldn't help but praise Qin Heng's response as brilliant.

  Gao Huan's triple-legged linked movement was continuously avoided by Qin Heng. It must be known that although Gao Huan had the momentum of a dragon flying to the ninth heaven, he wasn't actually a flying dragon after all. If he exhausted his primordial energy in one breath, Gao Huan would find it difficult to change his form in mid-air and would no longer be able to counter Qin Heng's North Ming Sword.

  Just then, Gao Huan's rising body suddenly stumbled, and in the blink of an eye, he had already extended four legs, one leg faster than the other, like thunder booming and lightning flashing, all crashing onto Qin Heng's head.

  Qin Heng, exhausted and out of breath, was unable to retreat or resist, and could only endure in extreme horror. Under the illusory leg shadow, his head, which had been half-hidden in his abdomen, suddenly burst open. Red and white fragments flew everywhere, like a thousand peach blossoms blooming at once.

  Gao Huan then borrowed strength and flew out for several dozen feet before landing.

  Swift as lightning, fierce as thunder, fleeting as the wind, light as a cloud. Gao Huan's flying dragon in the sky, combining four different levels of power, with both form and spirit. Qin Hengkong has a mid-grade North Ming sword, but can only stare blankly at his death under Gao Huan's legs.

  Even a sixth-grade warrior would have died on the spot with their head blown to pieces. Qin Heng was dead, but his decapitated body, curled up into a ball, twitched once before falling straight down.

  It wasn't until now that Gao Huan's vitality was restored. Just now, it was truly a narrow escape, with victory and defeat hanging by a thread.

  The North Ming Ice Killing Sword Qi urged by Qin Heng was extremely powerful. If Gao Huan hadn't broken through the seven acupoints of the Qinglong Wheel, the Qinglong in his body would have come to life, and he would have been frozen stiff on the spot.

  Fortunately, the Golden Five-Phase Wheel of Gao Huan is indeed wonderful. At the most critical moment, it displays a strong resistance force, and with a loud dragon roar in the sky, it forcibly resists the icy sword energy of Beiming.

  Mingwu Feilong soared in the sky with a loud whoop, his figure like a flying dragon, one leap and he charged into the heavens. Qin Heng was unable to dodge or retreat immediately, and victory and defeat were already decided.

  Unlike the Wind Slasher, when Gao Huan used the Azure Dragon's Sea-Leg Kick to kill Qin Heng, he put all his strength into it and completely lost control. After the kick, Qin Heng's head was smashed to pieces, his death extremely tragic.

  Gao Huan took off the scabbard from Qin Heng's body and tied Beiming Sword to his own back. Gao Huan was not good at using swords, but Beiming Sword was so precious that he wouldn't let it go.

  "After passing this level, there are probably only one or two more levels left." Gao Huan thought to himself as he opened the entrance of the passage.