I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 397 A Heart of Sword and a Heart of Music (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The room fell silent, because no one knew how to comment.

Jiang Yi won five matches without taking a break, each with a different tactical approach, demonstrating both wisdom and skill. Now, everyone looks at Jiang Yi with an uncontrollable respect, the respect a swordsman shows to a strong person.

The Heavenly Origin Sword Master of Xingyi Pavilion had long understood that Jiang Yi would never switch allegiance to his pavilion.

However, seeing Jiang Yi's performance in the first five matches, Tianyuan Sword Lord felt that Jiang Yi was born to be a sword cultivator in their Xingyi Pavilion. It was a waste to let such wisdom and strategy go to waste in Liuyun Pavilion.

Ugh!
Tianyuan Sword Lord sighed heavily and looked down at Xing Shu, the representative of their Xingyi Pavilion. He was the second to last to go on stage. After observing for so long, he wondered if Xing Shu was confident that he could outwit Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi has a variety of tricks up his sleeve, so he can't be treated like an ordinary swordsman. We must avoid his sharp edge and win from the side. Hopefully, Xing Shu won't disappoint him.

"Sixth match, Wuxiang Pavilion, Mo Zhi."

Without asking Jiang Yi any further, the Shadowless Sword Master immediately let the next person go on stage.

The swordsmen of Wuxiang Pavilion have unpredictable and unpredictable moves, with no fixed routines, making them a formidable opponent.

As soon as he finished speaking, a male cultivator wearing a patched robe, barefoot, and with messy hair appeared in the room.

He held a sword in his arms, the blade of which rippled slightly like water, its shape sometimes soft and sometimes hard.

His eyes were focused yet unfocused as he muttered to himself, "If the overlapping fields of ice and fire from just now were to merge with chaos and introduce a third variable, there would be twenty-seven possible variations..."

Seeing this, Jiang Yi abandoned his leisurely demeanor and became serious.

“Zhaoming, this person is different. His sword is naturally formless and shapeless. Don’t waste time with him, just use the sword formation.”

Mo Zhi finally stopped muttering to himself. His eyes suddenly became clear and full of curiosity. Before Zhao Ming could prepare, his figure suddenly became a twisted gray shadow. The soft sword in his hand turned into seven or eight trajectories that went completely against common sense. Some thrust straight, some circled around, and some lashed the ground like whips and bounced upwards.

The trajectory is chaotic and unpredictable; this is the 'impermanence'!
Golden light swirled in Zhaoming's eyes as he desperately tried to track the trajectory, his body making extreme dodges and blocks.

The clanging and clattering sounds rang out in quick succession. Zhaoming instinctively managed to withstand the first round of completely erratic attacks, but he was forced to retreat repeatedly.

"Let's see how many moves you can withstand!"

Mo Zhi's excitement intensified, and his swordplay changed once more.

This time it was no longer just a simple sword move; the entire space seemed to be distorted and collapsed by his strange sword intent, forming tiny chaotic force fields that pulled and even distorted Zhaoming's movements.

The soft sword in his hand disappeared, turning into countless thin needles piercing at tricky angles. Zhaoming struggled to cope, and even with the protection of the Gengjin sword net, his steps became somewhat disordered, and several small scratches appeared on his body in an instant.

"This is too bizarre! How are we supposed to fight this? I don't understand it at all!"

"As expected of the Chaos Sword School! Every sword strike is unpredictable."

"It's over, it's over! Jiang Heying's Zhaoming Sword has been countered. Wuxiang Pavilion truly lives up to its reputation!"

Jiang Yi frowned slightly, then decisively used the contract to forcefully help Zhaoming deploy the Ten Thousand Bamboo Sword Formation.

Zhaoming instantly stopped moving, his feet sank deep into the ground, and his body erupted with an incomparably intense cyan-gold light, the surging power of Yi wood and Geng metal flowing through the earth's veins!
Countless thick green bamboos burst from the ground and grew wildly. In the blink of an eye, the entire protective array was filled with bamboo forest. Each bamboo was several meters tall, with leaves as sharp as swords and branches as hard as metal. The light in the core area of ​​the sword array was distorted, and sword intent permeated the air, forming its own world.

"Wow! What a powerful sword formation!"

"I'm speechless. It turns out that Zhaoming didn't even use his full strength when he attacked us before."

"Why don't I have a Zhaoming Sword? You damned God, how unfair are you?!"

Boom!

A thunderclap sounded in the sky, and everyone fell silent instantly. The green bamboo blocked the view, but in order to let everyone see the battle inside, the Sword Lord of Shadowless Sword waved his sleeve, and under the effect of the protective array, the bamboo shadows became semi-transparent.

Within the sword formation, Mo Zhi unleashed his chaotic sword intent, attempting to distort the bamboo forest and sever the nearby jade bamboo with the Impermanence Style.

These jade bamboos are extremely tough. He can only cut off two at most with one sword, but the broken parts are filled with green energy, and new bamboo or roots grow and pierce out instantly. Countless sharp bamboo leaves detach from the body and turn into a dense 'bamboo leaf sword rain' that shoots towards him from all directions.

What's even more troublesome is that the nine sword servants, formed from the essence of jade bamboo and whose movements are exactly the same as Zhaoming's, will always suddenly pounce on him from different angles in various tricky and unpredictable ways.

Mo Zhi found himself in an unprecedented predicament.

His proud chaotic force field was suppressed by this ever-renewing sword formation. He also had to deal with endless, indiscriminate attacks from all directions. His 'impermanence' and 'chaos' were greatly reduced in power under such unreasonable area-of-effect attacks!
Moreover, within that sword formation, Zhaoming incorporated all the diverse sword techniques and sword intents he had learned from his previous battles with the disciples of Guiyi Sword Pavilion into the rhythm of the sword formation's attacks.

"My goodness! Was that my 'Windbreaker Strike'? How could the angle be so tricky?"

"Ah! That diagonal slash he just made was my 'Ghost Fang Thrust'! It can be used like that?"

"I...I think I was used too...although I didn't really stand out..."

The Guiyi Sword Pavilion's position was filled with devastation, so embarrassing that one wanted to disappear into the ground.

It's not scary if someone learns your secret techniques; what's scary is if they use them better than you.

Those who had previously mocked Chu Feng are no longer laughing. Chu Feng, on the contrary, has given up and is now triumphant.

It wasn't just the moves of the Guiyi Sword Pavilion disciples; Zhaoming could now imitate about 30-50% of the moves from the previous battles.

Zhao Ming casually and without any particular method threw these 'fragments' belonging to different sword cultivators and different sword paths at Mo Zhi in a chaotic yet incredibly precise manner!

This is even more 'chaotic' than Mo Zhi's Chaotic Sword Dao!
"Who exactly is a disciple of the Formless Pavilion?!"

Halfway up the mountain, Mi Chen Sword Master of Wuxiang Pavilion could no longer sit still, his old face flushed with excitement.

"This child should join my Formless Pavilion! This formation can break all magic, it's a masterpiece of chaos, he was born for the Chaos Sword Dao! Jiang girl, as long as you're willing to bring Zhaoming with you to join the Formless Pavilion, I'll get you anything you want—"

The corners of Jueying Sword Lord's mouth twitched violently. He was completely desperate about Songtao Sword Venerable's 'tempering plan'. He wondered what expression Songtao Sword Venerable would have when he returned and saw this scene. If he still only said two words, then he would be amazing!

Jueying glanced around. Someone was recording with a recording stone. Very good. He would make a copy later and put it on Songtao Sword Master's face!
Mo Zhi was completely unable to keep up with this incomprehensible fighting style. His sword was 'Formless and Intangible,' but his opponent had integrated 'Formless' into a larger and more stable 'Formal Sword Formation,' and with terrifying learning ability, used nine sword servants to create a 'Chaotic Saturation Attack' that was beyond his comprehension and ability to cope with. Mo Zhi was struggling to defend himself, his body was covered with more and more wounds, and his breathing became increasingly chaotic.

Finally, after struggling to break through the encirclement of nine sword servants, a sharp golden bamboo shoot suddenly pierced out from his heel as soon as he stood firmly on the ground!
The sharp bamboo shoot tip precisely pressed against the meridian of his ankle. Although it did not pierce through, the terrifying sharpness made his whole body stiffen, and he dared not move an inch. This was obviously imitating the extremely insidious "Earth Dragon Thorn" technique of a certain disciple.

Mo Zhi stared blankly for a moment, then sighed.

"Alright, in the end I was one move behind, you win."

The sword formation dissipated, Mo Zhi sheathed his sword, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and turned to leave the stage.

"The seventh match..."

"and many more!"

Just as the Sword Master Jueying was about to let the next female sword cultivator from the Blood Fiend Pavilion go on stage, Jiang Yi raised her hand and called a halt.

Sword Master Jueying nodded, thinking that it made sense. The sword formation must have consumed a lot of energy. She had won six matches in a row, and although she hadn't fought to the death, those were all the top disciples from other sword pavilions. She should take a rest.

"My legs are numb, Zhaoming, help me up."

Jueying: ? ? ?
So you can experience leg numbness too!

Zhaoming walked to Jiang Yi's side, extended a hand, and Jiang Yi stood up with Zhaoming's arm, stretching her muscles and kicking her legs.

She usually needs to find something to lean on when she's sitting, or she'll lie down. Today she played six games, from early morning until now it's past noon. How could she not be tired?

However, Jueying was not wrong. The sword formation did indeed take a heavy toll on Zhaoming, and it was not something that could be replenished immediately with a few spring rains.

"Alright, next one."

Jiang Yi sat back down, and before Jueying could speak, Tu Bailian of the Blood Fiend Pavilion had already stepped heavily onto the arena.

Her dark red leather armor was covered with crisscrossing sword marks, her eyes were fierce, and she was surrounded by a layer of almost tangible dark red killing intent, like a demon from a sea of ​​blood. The surging killing intent was more terrifying and suffocating than Leng Qianshuang's pure coldness before, as if anyone who got close would be torn apart by this killing intent.

The Blood Fiend Pavilion cultivates the Killing Sword, using killing to stop killing and using battle to nourish the sword. They are the people most likely to be mistaken for evil cultivators when they go out.

As soon as Tu Bailian appeared, the onlookers who had been laughing and joking immediately fell silent and dared not utter a word.

Faced with this overwhelming and terrifying pressure, Jiang Yi did not back down or become nervous. Instead, she had Zhao Ming take Yao Ling to her side to rest.

She raised her head and gave a gentle smile to Tu Bailian's gloomy face, which was filled with murderous intent.

"Senior Sister Tu, are you... not very happy?"

Tu Bailian's face, which was filled with murderous intent, stiffened for a moment.

Jiang Yi nodded to herself, "Seeing your long face, I suppose you're feeling down. How about I play you a tune?"

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Yi flipped her hand, and an ancient and elegant white jade zither was already placed across her lap.

Jiang Yi swept her hand across the strings, and a clear yet chilling sound wave suddenly exploded.

The air rippled violently, and the music transformed into countless translucent sound swords, tearing through the murderous aura and bloodlust surging around Tu Bailian and slashing down at her relentlessly!

Tu Bailian's eyes widened suddenly. She never expected that the lazy guy would suddenly attack her without hesitation.

In haste, Tu Bailian drew his sword to parry the attack.

Slaughter the entire wilderness!
Strands of crimson sword energy surged forth like wild beasts, colliding fiercely with the sonic sword storm!
A deafening explosion, like the clanging of iron, resounded wildly as the violent, blood-red sword energy clashed violently with the condensed, sharp sonic sword energy.

The air blast was violent, and the protective light shield fluctuated wildly.

"My God! Qin Xiu? She's still Qin Xiu?"

"No! This sword energy is real! She's using the sound of her zither to control the sword energy!"

"What kind of monster is she? A demon tamer? A swordsman? A musician? How can someone be so multifaceted?"

"Don't you guys think Junior Sister Jiang is glowing? Why is my heart beating so fast?!"

The disciples watching felt their brains couldn't keep up, and their voices cracked.

Jiang Heying, the youngest Golden Core cultivator in Liuyun Pavilion, displayed incredible skills in front of everyone, beyond her ability to wield spirit swords and heal!

Even the usually composed Sword Master Jueying's forced calm expression cracked.

He originally thought that he had seen Jiang Yi's performance at the Sword Testing Peak and knew her well enough, but he did not expect that she had a hidden skill. She also knew the way of the zither. This is not called a genius, this is called a monster!

Even if Jiang Yi were to produce a pill furnace now and say that she could refine pills, the Sword Lord of Shadowless wouldn't be surprised.

"To transform sound into a sword, to control sword energy between the seven strings—such profound techniques are truly rare to see!" Tianyuan Sword Lord's eyes shone brightly, and his face flushed with excitement.

With a heart of sword and a soul of music, one sword and one zither, that is the spirit and elegance that countless sword cultivators dream of, the unparalleled grace that only ancient cultivators who have long since vanished possess!

In an instant, the silence in the square was replaced by a deeper sense of awe.

Not only were the sword cultivators of the Burning Heart Pavilion, whose minds were filled with romantic notions, captivated by the sight and found Senior Sister Leng's aloofness and detachment too bland, but even the disciples of the Xuanbing Pavilion, who followed the ruthless sword path, felt a heart-wrenching betrayal when they witnessed the figure in the green robes playing the zither with extraordinary grace.

Summer hasn't even ended yet, and spring has already arrived!

　Today's two chapters total 7000 words.

　　I won't dismantle it anymore, consider it an extra chapter (°°)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)