togophonebook Chapter 239: One Sword Drifts Through Snow, Sealing the Vast Ocean
Chapter 239: One Sword Drifts Through Snow, Sealing the Vast Ocean
"This person's sword technique is so domineering. With one sword strike, the sword energy is unstoppable... If I hadn't used the 'Frosty Light Shield' to block his long river of sword energy in an instant, I would have been able to use the force to rise up and avoid that fatal blow."
"Otherwise, this sword would be enough to injure me!"
"His sword technique is of a higher grade than my 'Frosty Flow Sword Technique'." She frowned.
The swordsmanship test just now has already determined who is superior.
Seeing that Murong Qingshuang had dodged his thunderous sword strike, Yang Jiuli's eyes flickered, but he did not press his advantage.
Because this person had just used the "Frost Stream Barrier" to defend, it was no longer a pure sword duel.
If this continues, we'll have to go all out to defeat them in one fell swoop.
Clearly, Yang Jiuli only wanted to use this woman to explore the ancient ruins, but he didn't really intend to break off relations.
Seeing that Yang Jiuli did not press his advantage, Murong Qingshuang's beautiful eyes showed a hint of surprise, which then turned into a smile.
Clearly, the man in front of us is a steady person, not someone who is eager for quick success and instant benefits.
"Fellow Daoist Li's swordsmanship is so superb that I am ashamed to admit my inferiority. However, I still have a sword... which I would like to spar with you. If you can accept this sword, then we can enter the ancient site and search for the sword immortal's legacy together!" Murong Qingshuang laughed heartily.
Then, she gripped the sword in her jade-like hand, and suddenly a sound of tides slowly emanated from within her body, a sound as faint as a trickle of water.
As her gaze sharpened, a cold mist swirled around her, wisps of it resembling sword energy whistling around her and swirling around the 'Frosty White' sword in her hand. In an instant, she seemed to merge with the sword, and her aura suddenly changed.
A gust of wind is blowing from nearby.
The gale-force winds were like swords, whistling and whistling through the air.
The sound of water flowing within Murong Qingshuang's body transformed from a trickle into a raging river, growing ever more turbulent.
Like a raging storm.
Such a powerful presence.
Seeing the astonished expression on the face of the purple-robed man watching the battle, he muttered, "Such power... it's probably close to the late Foundation Establishment stage!"
"The cold mist is like a sword... Is this the way of the sword immortal?" The black-clad man surnamed Yan's gaze sharpened, his face filled with apprehension.
Foundation Establishment cultivators can also cast spells.
However, none of them could match the overwhelming momentum of Murong Qingshuang's current situation.
"Sister Qing Shuang is about to go all out, but I wonder how far she has progressed in her 'Frosty Current Sword Technique'?"
Murong Xi's eyes lit up, and she looked at the woman in the air ahead with anticipation, as if she was preparing to witness a grand feast.
"Fellow Daoist Li, my sword strike is called 'Sword Qi Comes Like a Tide, Frost and Snow Dance Like Butterflies.' Please try it." At this moment, Murong Qing Shuang's eyes flashed as she looked at Yang Jiu Li and spoke leisurely. Her voice was pleasant to the ear, yet it carried a hint of sharpness.
As she spoke, she took a step forward with graceful steps.
At the same time, the 'Frosty White Sword' in her hand also danced.
call!
In an instant, a powerful current of cold energy surged out of Murong Qingshuang's body like a tidal wave.
A ripple immediately appeared in the air, as if a great river was flowing.
The moment the great river appeared, Murong Qingshuang flicked her 'Frosty White Sword' in her jade hand.
The Sword River followed suit, transforming into a mighty, surging wave that swept towards Yang Jiuli ahead.
The Sword River was like a surging tide, rising three zhang high, and coming with overwhelming force.
Along with it came a biting chill, causing the temperature in the air to plummet wherever it passed.
The sword energy and cold mist swirled up, transforming into frost-covered sword flowers that crashed down upon Yang Jiuli.
In an instant, at a glance, five zhang in front of Yang Jiuli's head, the cold mist was like swords, or like snow butterflies dancing.
It overturned and fell.
Only by being beneath it can one know that every wisp of sword flower, like frost flowers dancing in the sky like snow butterflies, is as sharp as a sword, capable of cutting through gold and jade. If one were to be overwhelmed by such a barrage, even a second-tier armor would likely be pierced through.
The wind howled through the air.
It was a chilling story.
In the distance, the blue-eyed tiger-sable shivered.
"Sword energy surges like a tide, frost and snow dance like butterflies... Sister Qing Shuang has actually mastered this sword technique!"
Murong Xi was filled with excitement. This sword was so powerful that even a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator would have to retreat three feet and dare not confront its sharpness.
"This Li Sanshui... is in grave danger!"
Murong Xi's gaze was sharp.
"I hope he has some sword techniques on him!" He smiled and looked at Yang Jiuli, already anticipating the latter's sword techniques.
"If this woman reaches the late Foundation Establishment stage, she might be comparable to a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator!"
Seeing the imposing aura emanating from Murong Qingshuang's sword strike, the purple-robed man and the black-clad man's gazes sharpened, their faces turning solemn.
Then, they looked at Yang Jiuli in front of them.
"This is..." The black-clad man's gaze shifted to Yang Jiuli, and his pupils contracted.
Because the latter had closed his eyes at this moment, the 'Cold Cry Sword' in his hand slowly moved upwards, with a breeze following it.
They gathered around it and roared.
The wind grew stronger, and an invisible force of heaven and earth was drawn in, forming a vortex around him.
A sword rang out.
Suddenly, clouds gathered in the sky.
"A sword strikes through the snow-covered sea!" In that instant, Yang Jiuli suddenly opened his eyes.
He stepped forward, taking a step into the air ahead.
Suddenly, a powerful surge of chilling true energy erupted from beneath his feet, like a river of swords suspended in the air.
He then slashed the 'Cold Cry Sword' in his hand from bottom to top.
A chilling sword aura erupted from the sword, sweeping outwards in a powerful and furious manner.
The long river surged and rolled, and the cold mist billowed out, like a thick cloud covering an area of a hundred meters in radius.
Snowflakes fell from the sky.
The temperature suddenly dropped.
But then I saw snowflakes falling.
The frost and snow sword flowers that Murong Qingshuang's sword had created, which were about to fall towards Yang Jiuli, were frozen in mid-air.
Even the raging river was halted in its momentum and began to condense into crystals at a speed visible to the naked eye.
From a distance, it looks as if a long river is frozen in the air.
Immediately, under the gazes of many who were filled with shock, the river of sword energy, carrying immense sword energy, crashed into the towering wave that had been condensed into crystals and was suspended in mid-air with a backward surging motion. A loud bang was heard, and the towering wave shattered.
It turned into countless ice crystals that scattered across the sky.
Immediately, the sword river unleashed by Yang Jiuli swept towards Murong Qingshuang in front of him.
Wherever the Sword River passed, chilling sword energy roared, like a great river rushing forward, unstoppable.
Within a radius of 100 meters, the vegetation on the mountaintop is frozen into crystals.
Murong Qingshuang felt a chill run down her spine and retreated swiftly, avoiding the powerful sword strike.
It was also because her sword strike was a ranged attack, not a close-range sword technique; otherwise, the chilling sword energy emanating from Yang Jiuli's sword would have been enough to freeze her. After narrowly dodging that sword strike, Murong Qingshuang was still hit by a chilling aura.
As she retreated, she immediately conjured a protective shield of cold energy.
Even so, the chilling sword energy pierced through the light barrier, causing cracks to appear.
She felt a sharp pain in her cheek.
Snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the light shield above her head.
Her protective aura condensed into ice, and an extremely cold aura, carrying a chilling sword intent, seeped in, causing her to tremble in her very soul.
She already possessed control over the power of cold energy through her cultivation of the "Frosty Flow Sword Technique".
If it were someone else, it wouldn't be hard to imagine that such a chilling aura could damage their meridians.
After staggering back nine feet along with her protective aura, Murong Qing Shuang regained her footing and her gaze sharpened.
Look forward.
Looking at Yang Jiuli, his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.
Murong Qingshuang thought to herself, "His sword strike seems to have incorporated the sword energy of heaven and earth... It is far from an ordinary sword technique. Such skill has far surpassed that of any sword cultivator I know."
"Furthermore, his Frost Origin Sword Qi far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators. Could he possibly possess the legendary 'Frost Origin Sword Body'?"
At this moment, her hand holding the sword was trembling with cold, and she looked at Yang Jiuli with new respect.
Murong Qingshuang's "Frosty Flow Sword Technique" can transform "Gui Water" into cold elemental power, freezing all living beings.
She took Foundation Building Pills and supplemented them with "Frosty Jade Marrow" to build a mid-grade second-tier immortal foundation; "Frosty Flow Generates Jade Liquid".
This added a "cold attribute" power to the "Sunflower Water" magic power within his body.
Combined with the "Frost Stream Sword Technique," its freezing power is greatly enhanced.
Upon comparison, she sighed, realizing that her own "Frosty Sword Qi" was ultimately inferior to that of someone with a true "Different Spiritual Root" or the legendary "Precious Body," and was far inferior to the man before her.
"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Li truly comes from a third-tier immortal sect?"
Murong Qingshuang pondered to herself, her thoughts surging, and in an instant, many ideas surged into her mind.
Finally, she looked at Yang Jiuli with a face full of apprehension and remained silent for a long time.
If it weren't for a third-tier immortal sect, she would find it hard to imagine which family could cultivate such a person.
Unbeknownst to her, Yang Jiuli's "Heavenly Fiend Body Refining Technique" originated from an ancient secret realm and far surpassed ordinary cultivation methods.
Furthermore, the Three Lives Stone purifies and condenses true energy, so the cold and fierce true energy cultivated is naturally incomparable to that of ordinary cultivators.
"Sister Qing Shuang's sword strike, capable of defeating a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator... was shattered just like that?"
Beside him, Murong Xi stared ahead in disbelief, his heart struck as if by lightning, his faith crumbling.
Murong Qingshuang is the most talented sword cultivator in the clan in the last two hundred years.
But they were no match for the man before them.
The man in purple frowned, looked at the man in black, and said, "Uncle Yan!"
"Judging from this person's calm aura, he seems to still have strength left... His true combat strength is probably enough to fight a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator!" the man in black said. "We should not provoke him easily..." he transmitted his voice to the man in purple beside him, his eyes filled with fear.
"Yes!" The man in purple nodded, then looked at Yang Jiuli.
At this moment, Yang Jiuli suddenly withdrew his sword stance, spun his longsword, and held it with the tip pointing upwards, hiding it at his side.
He stood there on a river of cold mist and swords, the sword winds whistling around him, causing his robes to billow and flutter, making him appear ethereal and otherworldly.
That earth-shattering sword strike has vanished.
Snow was still falling from the sky.
The moment it landed, the area was frozen solid, turning the area below into an icy valley.
Yang Jiuli looked calmly at Murong Qingshuang in front of him.
Having won the duel, he did not press his advantage.
Across from her, Murong Qing Shuang recovered after a slight daze. She composed herself and smiled sweetly.
With a flash, the 'Frosty White Sword' in his hand disappeared into the storage bag at his waist.
The protective aura also transformed into a cold current, seeping into the body.
Although snowflakes were falling, they had lost some of their sword energy, which was dissolved by the mist rising from her body.
She stepped forward through the cold mist, bowed, and said, "Fellow Daoist Li, your swordsmanship is extraordinary. I am truly impressed. Would you be willing to accompany me to explore the legacy of the Sword Immortal?" Her melodious voice echoed through the mountains.
Her tone was less arrogant and more respectful.