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Chapter 367 Forbidden Techniques and Secrets of the Sword Tomb!
Sword Tomb Forbidden Technique... Why do you possess the power of the First Sword Master?
The roar of the Rain-Born Demon was crushed into dust by the sword intent.
The strings of the Tai'a sword, beneath its three-foot-long blade, melted like winter snow into boiling water.
The blood droplets that erupted upon the collapse actually condensed in mid-air into the three Sanskrit demonic seals of the Huayan School's Karmic Obstacles.
Each character dripped with a blackish-purple poisonous mist, etching three-inch-deep burn marks onto the blue bricks.
Wei Changxuan arrived, riding on lightning and breaking through the clouds, with nine lightning dragons carrying powerful bolts of lightning in their mouths.
The aura of the underworld coiled around the dragon's body, when it encounters a place where civilization is destroyed, reacts like boiling oil being poured on fire.
Amidst the crackling and popping sounds, they transformed into specks of fluorescent light.
Zi Wei Dou Shu (Purple Star Astrology) – Locking Immortals and Imprisoning Demons! The instant he formed the sword incantation…
Seventy-two natal stars flew out from between his eyebrows and gathered above Yu Sheng's head to form an inverted Bagua compass.
Seventy-one beams of starlight, like gilded javelins, pierced through his collarbone.
Li Changsheng slowly approached, the mountain-like phantom behind him composed of thousands of swords pressing down on the earth, causing cracks to appear.
What seeped from the crack was not soil, but the solidified sword intent of the bloody incident at the Sword Tomb three hundred years ago—dark red sword marks!
Suddenly, Yu Shengmo let out a shrill hoot like a night owl, his laughter mingled with the ear-piercing sound of an iron sword scraping against bluestone.
The half of the ancient bronze token that had fallen from his arms suddenly resonated with the sword intent emanating from Li Changsheng's sword hilt.
The golden light that burst forth from where the two touched actually formed half a teleportation portal in the air.
From within the gate came the mournful cries of ten thousand swords from the depths of the Sword Tomb, the sound waves mixed with the wails of countless wronged souls.
The shockwave caused everyone's eardrums to bleed.
The moment he pierced the teleportation portal with the Tai'a sword, twelve afterimages of bone claws shot out from the blood mist that exploded from the body of the guqin!
If Ye Dingzhi wants to know the truth... he should bring the complete ancient decree!
In the instant before the portal closed, Yu Shengmo flung out fragments of his Taoist robe.
The words "Hidden Sword Valley, Cave Seven," written in fresh demon blood on the fabric, were still sizzling with blood.
The handwriting turned into blood-red butterflies when it was exposed to the wind.
Wei Changxuan's thunder dragon roared as it tore through the void, but its claws only managed to grasp a sliver of blood-stained moonlight.
The lingering demonic energy at his fingertips spontaneously condensed into a three-inch sword amidst the lightning.
The patterns on the sword's blade perfectly match the veins of the leaves on the seedling in Li Changsheng's palm, as if they originated from the same source.
The lightning pattern between Wei Changxuan's brows suddenly lit up, and the lightning condensed at his feet into the shape of a thunder falcon with outstretched wings:
Be careful, everyone, this sword intent contains elements from three hundred years ago...
Before he could finish speaking, the trail of Yu Sheng's demonic light shooting towards the sky had already torn through the clouds.
The sonic boom caused the copper bells on the eaves of the observatory to ring in unison, and the lingering, eerie sound in the air seemed to come and go.
If you see Ye Dingzhi, tell him—the secret of the Sword Tomb: to suppress mountains and rivers, ten thousand bones are needed; to overthrow the common people, only one sword is needed.
The twilight, as dark as ink, permeated the White Deer Cave Academy.
The bloodstains and sword intent on the blue bricks gradually condensed into the mysterious patterns of the Hetu and Luoshu diagrams.
Each bloodstain gleamed with a cold, sharp light under the moonlight.
In the distance, crimson sword energy surged like a tide, and the figure standing with a sword in hand within the energy grew clearer and clearer.
As his dark robes fluttered, the bronze (Zhao Lihao) ancient token hanging at his waist resonated with the fragmented token in Li Changsheng's hand.
The words "Sword Tomb" on the surface flicker in and out, as if telling a secret buried by yellow earth three hundred years ago.
As everyone held their breath and stared intently, unaware of the reunion of these two ancient tokens,
Just like a key being inserted into a lock, it's about to open the gate to the sword tomb that has been sealed for three hundred years.
What lies sealed behind the door is not only a killing sword forged from the souls of millions, but also a bloody truth that could overturn the entire martial arts world.
Chapter 368 Ji Ruofeng's Battlefield Record!
A few minutes ago, Wei Changxuan suddenly felt his dantian tremble, and the Thunder Tribulation Sword Intent and the Chun Gong Qi resonated wildly within his body like a river and sea overflowing.
The Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword at his waist suddenly emitted a clear and melodious sword sound.
It broke free of its scabbard on its own, and lightning and blue light intertwined on the sword to form a spiderweb-like pattern.
His pupils suddenly lit up with a purple and blue hue, and as he roared to the sky, he channeled all his life's insights into his swordplay—in the instant his fingertips formed a hand seal.
Behind him, dual phantoms of lightning tribulation and a ailanthus tree appeared, lightning like silver snakes coiling around the green wood, and countless sword patterns spreading from the tree roots.
As he swung his sword, an unprecedentedly sharp sword light tore through the rain curtain.
Its momentum was like the creation of heaven and earth; wherever the sword energy passed, the air emitted a shrill whistling sound like bees.
Meanwhile, Ji Ruofeng had already hidden behind a broken monument at the edge of the battlefield, unaware of what was happening.
53 The scholar in the blue robe was clutching a yellowed ancient scroll tightly in his arms. His knuckles were white from the exertion, and even his fingertips were trembling slightly.
"Excellent! A perfect blend of strength and gentleness!" He suddenly peeked halfway out from behind the stone tablet.
Completely ignoring the distant Rain Demon, whose oppressive aura distorted the air, tearing at his sleeves like blades.
His eyes gleamed with fanaticism, "Such a scene of swordsmanship fusion..."
He has not appeared in the world since the Sword Tournament at Qingya twenty years ago!
Wei Xiaoyou's sword strike should be engraved in the Heavenly Craftsmanship Scroll of the "Tianqi Baixiaolu" (Record of All Knowledge from the Apocalypse)!
Seeing this, "Jing Ni" turned around, a flash of anger in her eyes, and swung the soft whip in her hand, still carrying the remaining poisonous smoke, into the air.
The whip left a bloody mark as it swept past Ji Ruofeng's ear: "Are you out of your mind? Still thinking about taking notes at a time like this!"
Before the words were even finished, a deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, echoed from the center of the battlefield—the pitch-black giant sword condensed by the Rain Demon collided violently with Li Changsheng's Azure Wood Barrier.
The shockwave, like a tsunami, lifted up the stone bricks within a radius of ten feet, and the broken stones shot out like bullets.
Ji Ruofeng was thrown backward by the aftershock, but she still held the ancient scroll tightly to her chest, rolling several times on the ground.
His robes were tattered and his hair ornaments were scattered, yet he was still chuckling:
"Sword energy hangs like an inverted Milky Way, and the ancient tree's power transforms into a towering tree... This kind of parallelism is wonderful! Wonderful!"
She stood gracefully atop the broken wall, a faint smile playing on her lips. With a light touch of her jade feet, she dodged the flying pebbles, and wherever her flowing sleeves swept, the pebbles turned to dust.
She glanced at the scholar rolling in the dust, her cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye lifting with a smile:
"This young gentleman is quite adorably infatuated, even more so than the storytellers in brothels and theaters."
His fingertips brushed against a strand of dark hair ruffled by the shockwave, and suddenly his pupils contracted sharply—the sword light unleashed by Wei Changxuan had collided head-on with the power of Yu Shengmo and Li Changsheng.
The three energies exploded in mid-air, sending out countless tiny sparks of lightning and azure light.
Like shards of glass dancing in the air, or like a river of stars flowing, they condensed into a dazzling curtain of light in the downpour.
"Look!" Ji Ruofeng scrambled to his knees, his clothes covered in mud.
The sheep-hair brush danced across the bamboo slips, the ink spreading and blurring with raindrops before it was even dry.
"The thunderous intent was like an angry dragon emerging from the abyss, and the breath of the pine tree was like a spirit vine coiling around a mountain. The three sword intents actually condensed into a Tai Chi fish diagram in the air!"
He trembled all over, his voice filled with a tearful excitement, "Such an extraordinary phenomenon must be a great opportunity in the way of the sword!"
When the Seven Masters of Qingya jointly created the Seven Star Sword Formation, it only caused the celestial phenomenon of a rainbow hanging down.
"Today, a Tai Chi symbol has appeared..." The handwriting on the bamboo slip was crooked and distorted.
But that didn't stop him from talking nonstop, as if he wanted to etch this once-in-a-lifetime scene into every single word.
Enchantingly gazing at the slowly rotating yin-yang symbol in the air, her fingertips unconsciously clenched her sleeves:
"Tai Chi gives rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang give rise to the Four Symbols... Changxuan actually comprehended the ultimate principle of swordsmanship at the brink of death?"
Before the words were even finished, the Pisces painting suddenly erupted with dazzling light, and lightning and azure light soared into the sky like two giant dragons.
It hurtled straight to the core of the Rain-Born Demon, even the swirling poisonous mist was forced to retreat.
Taking advantage of the moment, Ji Ruofeng lunged behind the broken stele, shielding the ancient scroll with her body, but still peeked out, her gaze intense:
"I've got it! I've got it! This sword should be named Yin Yang Kai Wu, and it deserves to be recorded in history!"
Chapter 369 Wei Changxuan's Swordsmanship! The crowd was shocked!
At this moment, outside the Broken Jade Pavilion, the aftershocks of the sword energy crashed against the shore like a raging torrent, shattering the copper bells on the eaves into dust.
Mu Nanzhi's fingertips, gripping the medicine box tightly, had turned bluish-white, and the surface of the sandalwood medicine box was covered with fine cracks.
But this did not even register the shock in her eyes—she saw Wei Changxuan standing with his hands behind his back in the center of the ruins.
Lightning and azure light intertwined and swirled around him like living things, weaving a layer of shimmering, glassy halo in the twilight.
Just like the first eggshell that gave birth to life when Pangu separated heaven and earth, it faintly reveals the vast and boundless Dao of the beginning of chaos.
"This is... a sign of yin and yang in harmony?" she murmured, the jade hairpin in her hair trembling slightly from her trembling palm.
"Lightning belongs to Yang, and green belongs to Yin; these two extreme forces actually formed a Tai Chi flow within his body..."
Before he could finish speaking, a bloody gash, about an inch long, suddenly appeared on Wei Changxuan's left shoulder.
The two streams of azure and thunderous energy surged into his muscles like wild horses, but the boy's jaw was clenched tightly.
Despite the blood soaking through her inner garments, the halo around her body only shone brighter.
"Brilliant! Brilliant!" Ji Ruofeng suddenly roared and lunged at the pile of rubble.
He dried the bloodstains on the ancient scroll "The Record of the Heavenly Revelation Sword" with the true fire in his palm.
When unfolded, it automatically attracted fragments of sword intent from the air into the blank space.
He let the sharp stone shards pierce his back, and used his fingers as a pen to sketch on the parchment:
First came the domineering straight line of Yu Shengmo's "Heaven-Shattering Sword Intent," like Pangu's axe that split the heavens and the earth.
Then there are the winding curves of the cypress tree, like the serpent that roamed when Nuwa molded clay;
Finally, there are the star-shaped patterns of Wei Changxuan's own sword intent, which, like the North Star, integrate the previous two.