Chapter 128: Sword Intent Soars to the Sky
Qin Tian was pale and close to the defensive light curtain, almost standing at the edge of the ring, but under the raging power of the explosion, he still had several wounds all over his body.
But Qin Tian was completely unaware of this, his eyes were solemn, staring at the center of the explosion, a beautiful figure gradually became clear, it was Ye Qiu Shui.
At this moment, Ye Qiu Shui's beautiful face was slightly pale, no longer cold and arrogant as before, and her white dress was stained with a lot of dust.
And there was even a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, obviously injured!
Seeing this scene, the whole audience was in an uproar!
After all, since the big competition, even the top people in each peak can barely hold on for a few moves in Ye Qiu Shui's hands. It is not easy, but the powerful senior sister of Qianyuan Sect was counterattacked by a disciple of Feiren Valley, and even injured.
In this way, how can everyone not be shocked!
On the central stage, Ye Qiushui raised her jade finger and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. A trace of surprise flashed across her beautiful eyes as she spoke:
"You are really good for forcing me to this point, but that's all!"
After saying this, Ye Qiushui's eyes turned indifferent again, and she waved the long sword in her hand and pointed it at the sky. An extremely sharp momentum rushed straight into the sky!
At the same time, snowflakes were floating down from the air in the arena, and a bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped the whole place!
Many people shuddered subconsciously, and Qin Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, with a trace of heaviness in his eyes.
Obviously, Ye Qiushui at this moment began to show her true strength!
And for some reason, Qin Tian had an illusion at this moment, as if he was being locked by some kind of qi and will. He felt a chill on his back and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart!
Almost at the moment when this fierce momentum rushed into the sky, Yunyin Zhenren on the high platform suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed wildly, and he shouted with shock:
"Sword Intention!"
Hearing this, many high-level members of Qianyuan Sect below were silent at first, and then there was an uproar!
Even Yunhong and Yunze, the two Jindan ancestors, could not help but show surprise on their faces, but Tingchaofeng Yunxiu Zhenren still looked calm and composed, obviously not surprised by this.
What is Sword Intention?
It is said that the sword cultivator lineage, who cultivates a flying sword with their lives, has practiced for many years and months, and if they are gifted, they can realize their own sword realm, which is also called Sword Intention!
And the realm of Sword Intention is also a sign of entry into the sword cultivation!
Because of this, the shock in the hearts of many senior members of Qianyuan Sect can be imagined, and a burst of discussion suddenly sounded:
"What? That little girl actually realized the sword intent?"
"Isn't this impossible? Hasn't the sword cultivation in the Endless Demon Sea long been extinct?"
"This Ye Qiu Shui is so talented, is the sword cultivation lineage going to be glorious again in our sect?"
"I didn't expect that nephew Ye would have such a talent!"
......
"Silence!"
Seeing the discussion in the field, Master Yunyin couldn't help but shout lightly, and after the noisy sound died down, he turned to Master Yunxiu and said:
"Junior sister Yunxiu, it is true that a good teacher produces a good student!"
While speaking, Master Yunyin's eyes flashed a strange color.
Hearing this, Master Yunxiu couldn't help but smile bitterly and said:
"Master Master, you are too kind, I didn't expect this girl to have such a good understanding!"
Although he said so, the arrogance in Master Yunxiu's eyes could not be concealed.
Hearing this, Yunyin Zhenren's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he sighed softly:
"With the power of Ye's sword cultivation, the first place in this competition will probably go to Tingchao Peak!"
......
On the central stage, in the flying snow, a sword chant suddenly sounded.
Ye Qiushui waved the long sword in his hand, and a bright cold light suddenly lit up from the tip of the sword, causing the flying snow to drift, and stabbed directly at Qin Tian in the air.
It was a simple sword, and the speed of the sword was not fast. It seemed light and powerless! But it was like an antelope hanging on a horn, leaving no trace!
And it was completely different from the previous sword attack. Wherever the sword passed, an extreme chill spread, and even the air solidified in an instant.
Before the sword arrived, a sharp aura had already locked Qin Tian firmly.
At this moment, Qin Tian felt that there was no escape, no escape, and he had to fight hard!
Qin Tian was shocked and didn't care about anything else. He almost subconsciously reached out and patted the storage bag, summoned the two swords of the spirit snake and hung them in front of him. Then, all the spiritual power in his body surged out and was injected into the flying swords.
In a moment, the two flying swords, one gold and one green, shone brightly. With Qin Tian's finger gesture, they flew out quickly.
"Clang! Crack!"
The next moment, a dazzling cold light flashed, and the sound of metal clashing was heard first, followed by the sound of the flying sword breaking!
The two swords of the spirit snake were instantly defeated by the cold light, and they broke into two pieces, falling to the ground with the snow.
Obviously, this set of flying swords that had been with Qin Tian for nearly ten years was scrapped on the spot!
But Qin Tian didn't care about the pain at all. Taking advantage of the instantaneous time gained by the destruction of the two swords of the spirit snake, Qin Tian quickly performed the "Lingbo Weibu" body technique and slid several feet away!
Even so, when the dazzling cold light flashed past, Qin Tian's right arm was still cut with a long scar deep enough to see the bone, and blood gushed out immediately.
And Qin Tian's divine power keenly detected that there was still a trace of sharp sword energy left in the wound, making it difficult to stop bleeding and heal the wound.
Almost immediately after Qin Tian retreated, the cold light continued to move forward, and when it hit the defensive light curtain at the edge of the ring, it caused ripples in the light curtain of the formation!
Seeing this scene, the spectators were horrified and hurriedly retreated a distance, fearing that they would be harmed.
Even the Foundation Establishment referee on the side couldn't help but twitch his eyes wildly, and his hands kept pinching the seals, obviously reinforcing the formation.
As for the ring, Ye Qiushui's sword failed to work, but he didn't stop at all. He quickly swung his hand back, and the silver sword in his hand flew out of his hand.
At the same time, Ye Qiushui quickly formed a seal with one hand, and shouted softly:
"Sword intent of drifting snow! Condensate!"
As soon as the voice fell, the flying snow in the sky suddenly stopped, and then quickly condensed towards the silver flying sword in the air.
In a blink of an eye, the silver flying sword was covered with a layer of crystal clear ice crystals, and the cold light on the tip of the sword was dazzling, more than twice as strong as the previous sword!
At this moment, the scorching sun in the sky seemed to dim.
Qin Tian, who was surrounded by the sword, felt that everything around him became dim, and only the cold sword tip that was piercing towards him remained in his eyes!