I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 394 How embarrassing! (Seeking monthly votes)

As soon as he finished speaking, two long swords shot out from behind Jiang Yi.

One black and one red, they transformed into two streams of light.

The black sword spun in the air, flashed with light, and transformed into a young swordsman in a green robe. He stood still, his eyes empty yet sharp, his hands empty.

The fiery red Yaoling did not fly directly into Zhaoming's hand, but instead burst out with an even more intense light, as if it had a bad temper when it woke up, and angrily slashed at Zhao Jinghong in mid-air.

A lifelike fire phoenix instantly took shape, charging towards Zhao Jinghong with a ferocious aura capable of scorching mountains and boiling seas.

This sword strike was not an attack, but merely a deterrent; Zhao Jinghong dodged the fire phoenix by sidestepping.

The fire phoenix crashed into the protective magic array, creating a ripple that quickly dissipated.

Yao Ling then performed a stylish sword flourish in mid-air and slipped into Zhao Ming's hand.

All eyes were focused on the 'unruly' crimson longsword that appeared out of nowhere and the young swordsman who had just transformed into human form.

"Both of these are spirit swords! Jiang Heying must be incredibly rich!"

"There really are spirit swords that can take human form! I've learned something new!"

"Ah! My heart aches! I wish I had one too."

Those Nascent Soul Sword Masters had their eyes gleaming. They hadn't had time to see clearly last time, but this time their eyes were glued to Zhaoming, as if they wanted to dissect him and study him thoroughly.

The news of Zhaoming's transformation into human form had already spread throughout the Lingxu Sword Sect in the past three days, and most of those who came to watch the battle did so to witness Zhaoming with their own eyes.

Jiang Yi seemed detached from the matter, still sitting cross-legged in the same spot, casually speaking to Zhaoming, who had just taken human form.

"Zhaoming, this is Senior Sister Zhao from the Minglei Pavilion of our Lingxu Sword Sect. Her sword is incredibly fast. You should learn from her, but remember to be gentle with Senior Sister Zhao and don't go too far."

"Jiang Heying! What do you mean?!"

Zhao Jinghong was already impatient, and upon hearing Jiang Yi's words, a surge of anger rushed to his head.

"Who do you think you are! Take this!"

Zhao Jinghong's figure exploded again, faster and more urgent than before!
The dense purple lightning sword energy, like a rain of pear blossom needles, covered the sky and left no gaps as it pierced towards Zhaoming in the still position.

It moved so fast that it left countless overlapping purple threads in the air.

Zhaoming remained motionless.

His feet seemed to have the roots of an old tree, sinking deeper into the bluestone beneath his feet, using the characteristics of his body to absorb the earth's energy to strengthen himself.

Countless golden bamboo leaves instantly appeared around Zhaoming, weaving together to form an invisible sword net.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The sounds of collisions, like a sudden storm, rang out again, so dense they sent chills down one's spine.

The dazzling purple arcs of lightning exploded wildly on the sword net, but most of them were precisely blocked by the seemingly thin but incredibly tough invisible sword net.

It burst forth with countless tiny sparks of metal, forming a dazzling curtain of light.

When the swift sword energy that was not blocked by the Gengjin bamboo leaves struck Zhaoming's body, the point of impact would quickly flash with a layer of warm and restrained black jade luster, which was extremely hard.

Zhaoming stood there, like a steadfast bamboo in the eye of a storm, and with the most unpretentious posture, he forcefully received Zhao Jinghong's most proud continuous fast sword strike!
The advantage of a fast sword lies in disrupting the rhythm and creating openings.

However, when the opponent adopts a static approach and their defense is flawless and watertight, fast attacks become ineffective.

The more Zhao Jinghong hit, the heavier her heart became. The anger at being ignored was gradually replaced by a sense of powerlessness and a bad premonition.

Due to the extreme burst of power and the recoil from the constant obstruction, her sword speed began to show a slight sluggishness that she herself was unaware of.

In the final stage of this frenzied attack, due to his impatience and a lack of smooth transition in the flow of power, Zhao Jinghong's sword angle deviated slightly after a sideways turn.

In the blink of an eye, Zhaoming, who had been in a state of absolute defense, made a move!

His gaze suddenly became incredibly focused, and a terrifying golden light burst forth from its emptiness.

The Yaoling Sword, which had been radiating a violent flame, seemed to be in tune with his thoughts, or perhaps it had long been impatient. The Yaoling Sword rang out with a clang, and its crimson light intensified.

Zhaoming gripped his sword and unleashed a move in one fluid motion, incredibly fast!

An incredibly condensed, swift, and resolute sword intent suddenly erupted!

Chu Feng, watching from the sidelines, almost cursed aloud; his eyes widened, and his face turned deathly pale. Boom!!!
A tremendous roar echoed through the valley!

Zhao Jinghong felt an overwhelming force, accompanied by a terrifying burning sensation and a piercingly sharp force, instantly penetrate his body!

She felt as if she had been struck by an invisible, heavy hammer, spitting out a mouthful of blood. She was violently thrown back by the raging sword energy and crashed into the protective array's light barrier behind her.

Zhao Jinghong's sword pierced the ground. He knelt down to support himself, clutching his chest in excruciating pain, his face ashen.

The entire valley was deathly silent.

But what followed was an even more violent uproar!

"Fleeting Light and Shadow? I'm not seeing things, am I? That's Chu Feng's signature move, Fleeting Light and Shadow!!"

"Holy crap! It's the Swift Light Shadow Technique! He used it! And it's so much stronger than Chu Feng?!"

"Hahaha! Chu Feng! Did you see that? Your signature move now belongs to Zhao Ming!"

"I'm dying of laughter, hahaha, Chu Feng, take a look! He's a hundred times better at it than you! You've been learning for decades, and he's only been learning for a month, right?"

Everyone burst into laughter, and Chu Feng felt like he was about to shatter, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

At this moment, his feelings were even more unbearable than being relentlessly attacked and verbally abused.

Zhao Jinghong stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked deeply at Zhaoming, and decisively clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I am inferior in skill, but I am convinced of my defeat. You have won this round."

With a clear voice and nimble movements, he went straight off the stage and left.

"Hahaha! As expected of the Thunderclap Pavilion! They lost decisively!"

"Ming Lei Pavilion is all about speed: winning fast, losing fast, running away fast, and backing down fast."

Zhao Jinghong paid no attention to the laughter. It was not like she, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, was fighting an early-stage Golden Core cultivator. Why take it so seriously?

It's already impressive that the opponent managed to win a single move; there's no need to fight to the death. If they were of equal cultivation, she wouldn't give up so easily.

On the platform halfway up the mountain, Mi Chen, the swordsman of Wuxiang Pavilion, stroked his beard and stared at Zhaoming with shining eyes, his excitement overflowing.

"Wonderful! Truly wonderful! Responding to all movements with stillness, as still as rotten bamboo and withered wood, yet as swift as thunder and fire! The keen insight, the precision of the counterattack, and the ability to turn attacks into one's own are truly those of a master of our path! This is what it means to break through all laws and be unrestrained by any one style! Excellent! Excellent!"

His gaze toward Zhaoming was almost obsessive; if it weren't for the inappropriate setting, he probably would have rushed down and put a sack over his head.

The Heavenly Origin Sword Master of the Starry Sky Pavilion had a profound look in his eyes. "It's not just a reproduction of sword moves, but a sublimation that perfectly integrates the opponent's sword intent, one's own spirituality, and the characteristics of one's natal sword. This is no simple copy, but a creation at a higher level. The Demonic Sword Spirit Heart is truly rare!"

Tianyuan Sword Lord sighed repeatedly, regretting his ignorance and shallowness. He had only just learned that there was such a profound and mysterious existence in Beixuan. If he had known earlier, he would have definitely gone to Beixuan to travel. What a pity!
With a complicated expression, the Sword Master Jueying looked at the young swordsman in the arena, then glanced at Chu Feng, who was gritting his teeth and about to sob, and sighed and shook his head.

"Jiang Heying, shall we rest or continue?"

Jiang Heying didn't make a single move in either of the two matches, so she probably doesn't need to rest.

Seeing her today, Jueying Sword Lord suddenly recalled an old story. It seemed that more than ten years ago, Lingxu Sword Sect had given Beixuan an invitation to the Sword Dao Heaven Ranking Competition.

That was given by my Nascent Soul stage senior uncle, who travels all over the sect and is specifically responsible for finding sword geniuses in various continents.

Could she be the one who received the invitation in Bei Xuan? I didn't see her take it out, though.

Jiang Yi waved her hand and said, "No need to rest, keep going, I'll go back to sleep after we're done."

The Sword Master Jueying almost rolled his eyes. "You're so lazy!"
"Next up, Burning Heart Pavilion, Flower Without End."

Upon hearing this, a man dressed in a crimson sword robe with a wide-open collar and flamboyant attire stepped onto the stage, holding a peach blossom from who-knows-where, and winked at Jiang Yi.

"Junior Sister Jiang, we meet again."

Upon seeing this, Luo Qingsi, who was munching on a spirit fruit below, jumped up and pointed at Hua Wuqi, shouting.

"Junior Sister Yaoyao, it's that girl again who didn't wash her belly button properly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Hua Wuqi's navel. Even the Nascent Soul Sword Masters around him couldn't help but scan it with their divine sense.

Hua Wuqi stumbled and almost fell in front of Jiang Yi. He was both ashamed and angry, and quickly pulled up his clothes.

Liu Taozhi covered her face in embarrassment and forcefully pulled Luo Qingsi to sit down.

(End of this chapter)