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Chapter 502 A superior move
Sword intent filled the sky, forcing back the poisonous miasma.

The longsword was firmly planted in the ground, its blade trembling slightly, as if gathering power.

Jiang Duanchao stood tall and proud to one side, his eyes blazing as he gazed at the sky.

He did not reach for the long sword, but slowly raised his right hand, his palm like a sharp blade, and slashed fiercely towards the sky.

In an instant, he spoke clearly:
"The tide surges forth, sweeping away mountains and armor; the sword's aura shatters cities and splits rocks!"

The sound was powerful and resonant, like the ringing of a great bell, echoing endlessly through the mountains and forests.

A violent sword aura suddenly appeared in the sky!
The sword energy gathered together, resembling a surging tide suspended in the sky!

The tide surged, layer upon layer, rolling up thousands of waves.

The roar of the tide is awe-inspiring, the waves surge and churn.

The tide of sword energy spread across the sky, and the light from outside, shining through the poisonous miasma, shone upon it, creating a dreamlike and illusory scene.

Looking at the overwhelming surge of sword energy filling the sky, even a seasoned and knowledgeable expert like Shen Cangming couldn't help but become serious.

The overwhelming aura that rushed towards him was like an invisible mountain, making it hard for him to breathe, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

His eyes were filled with shock and awe, and he muttered to himself:
"This is... the Twelve Laws of Sword Style: Piercing the Sky!"

Shen Cangming knew Jiang Duanchao very well. The two had been in the martial arts world for many years, and he knew each other's martial arts styles like the back of his hand.

Jiang Duanchao's Great Tide Sword Intent is perfectly integrated with his swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship has reached an astonishing level.

Seeing Jiang Duanchao unleash such astonishing swordsmanship, Shen Cangming felt a surge of powerlessness and despair.

He knew that he would never be able to catch up with Jiang Duanchao's level of swordsmanship, even if he devoted his entire life to it, and this realization filled him with frustration.

far away.

Liang Jin witnessed all of this, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he drew the Dragon Sword, and as the blade emerged from its sheath, it emitted a clear dragon's roar.

Seeing Jiang Duanchao's superb swordsmanship, he couldn't help but feel an itch to try his own swordsmanship.

After all, he had already mastered the Crimson Fire Heaven-Burning Sword Technique to its maximum level, and now he wanted to use Jiang Duanchao, a formidable opponent, to test the true power of this sword technique.

At this moment, Jiang Duanchao had already drawn his sword!

"Knock on the Cloud Gate!"

His finger flashed like lightning, pointing directly at Liang Jin, a gesture akin to knocking on a mysterious mountain gate.

At that very moment, the raging tide of sword energy suspended in the sky seemed to receive some mysterious command, and immediately surged wildly toward Liang Jin.

As the tide rises, it becomes increasingly violent and intense.

Its surging momentum was like a thousand horses galloping past, shaking the earth and taking one's breath away.

Liang Jin was equally unyielding. With a wave of his longsword, a sea of ​​fire surged up into the sky.

The sky seemed to be set ablaze, with raging flames burning across the horizon, and the ground seemed to be swallowed by a sea of ​​fire, engulfing everything in flames.

The surrounding temperature soared dramatically, as if we were in a giant furnace, the air itself distorted and warped from the heat.

Even within this area, the oxygen is almost completely burned up, and anyone in it will inevitably experience difficulty breathing, as if an invisible hand is choking them.

Upon seeing this, Shen Cangming's face once again showed a look of utter shock. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Isn't he skilled in boxing?"

"How can even his swordsmanship be so powerful?!"

Everything before his eyes completely overturned Shen Cangming's impression of Liang Jin.

What shocked him most was that he felt Liang Jin's swordsmanship was slightly better than his own.

It should be noted that the "Cangming Sword" has dominated the martial arts world for many years, relying on its proud swordsmanship.

If Jiang Duanchao's swordsmanship was superior to his, that would be one thing, given that the two were close in age and Jiang Duanchao's talent was exceptionally high.

But Liang Jin was so young, yet his swordsmanship surpassed his own, which Shen Cangming found hard to accept for a while.

This made Shen Cangming suddenly feel that he had really grown old.

At this moment, crimson flames rose up rapidly in front of Liang Jin like a giant wall of fire.

next moment.

The surging tide of sword energy crashed down on the wall of fire with overwhelming force.

In an instant, the forces of both sides collided and eroded each other, as if they were engaged in a fierce life-or-death struggle.

A powerful energy wave spread outwards, causing the surrounding air to hum and the ground to tremble slightly.

Jiang Duanchao's fingers shifted again, and he uttered a soft utterance:

"Shangyang Dance!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the longsword stuck in the ground made a sound again.

The sword's clear and melodious cry seemed to resonate with the raging tide of sword energy, creating a strange harmony between the roaring tide and the grand scale of a great bell.

This intense vibration caused the surging tide of sword energy to resemble a giant bird spreading its wings and fiercely flapping its wings as it hurtled towards them.

They actually managed to shatter that seemingly indestructible wall of fire.

The instant the wall of fire dispersed, a red light slashed out like lightning from behind it!

That was Liang Jin's Dragon Sword!
He channeled all his inner strength into the sword and slashed forward with unparalleled speed and power.

"Red Flame Sky-Splitting Slash!"

The blazing sword energy instantly formed a narrow fissure, like a crimson flame tearing through the sky, carrying boundless power and intense heat as it roared towards the raging tide of sword energy.

The raging tide of sword energy that was breaking through the wall of fire was actually torn in two by this fiery crack, and it looked like it was about to dissipate.

However, Jiang Duanchao remained calm and composed. He extended two fingers simultaneously and shouted loudly:
"Taicuyin!"

The sword energy surge that had been split in two quickly condensed and stabilized, instantly transforming into two tidal waves that surged towards Liang Jin on the ground from both sides.

The tide carried powerful sword energy, uprooting trees and shattering rocks wherever it went.

Liang Jin immediately brandished his longsword, and the flames formed by the sword energy danced wildly around him, like a fire dragon protecting him.

The two waves of sword energy kept crashing in, but were constantly shattered by the longsword in Liang Jin's hand.

"Boom boom boom boom!!!"

Such a strong impact was transmitted to the ground through Liang Jin's feet, producing a dull, earth-shaking sound.

The land within a thirty-foot radius beneath Liang Jin's feet seemed to be kneaded by an invisible hand, undulating and churning, creating huge cracks.

The cracks continued to spread, like a giant spider web, dividing the land into fragments.

The rising dust and smoke spread everywhere, blotting out the sun and plunging the entire battlefield into chaos.

Finally, the tide of sword energy subsided.

All the sword energy vanished like a dream, like a bubble.

The raging flames had long since turned into sparks and vanished.

At this moment, even Ye Xianqing and Wen Hengrong, who were originally locked in fierce combat and locked in a close battle, couldn't help but stop fighting and turn their heads to look at the battlefield.

Their eyes widened, filled with curiosity and tension, eager to know who would emerge victorious in this fierce contest.

The astute Shen Cangming had already provided the answer:

"Jiang Duanchao, a move of superior skill!"

Upon hearing this, not only did Wen Hengrong show a worried expression, but even Shen Cangming's own expression became solemn.

They both knew in their hearts that if anything happened to Liang Jin, their fate would certainly not be any better.

really.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Liang Jin stood there, sword in hand.

His clothes now had two shocking tears.

Clearly, he hadn't been able to completely defend against Jiang Duanchao's attack and had already taken two hits.

Surprisingly, no blood flowed from the tear in his clothes.

The sword energy attacks had almost no effect on his incredibly strong, almost abnormal, body.

This scene took everyone by surprise; their eyes widened in shock and confusion.

Liang Jin clearly lost the sword duel, yet he emerged unscathed!

Jiang Duanchao's brows finally furrowed tightly.

Liang Jin then sighed:
"It seems that if we're talking about swordsmanship, I am indeed a little inferior to you."

"With the enhancement of your sword intent, your understanding and mastery of swordsmanship have surpassed mine."

Although Liang Jin had mastered the Earth-level sword technique, he did not spend much time studying swordsmanship on a daily basis.

Jiang Duanchao also possesses a max-level Earth-grade sword technique. In particular, his years of immersion in swordsmanship have condensed a powerful Great Tide Sword Intent, which gives him the upper hand in this competition.

Although Liang Jin lost in swordsmanship, he was not discouraged.

After all, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. The most important thing is to know how to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses.

His eyes flashed with murderous intent as he stared directly at Jiang Duanchao and slowly said:

"Now that I have witnessed your Great Tide Sword Intent, it is time to end this."

As he spoke, the Dragon Sword in his hand vanished instantly and was stored in his inventory.

The next moment, a peculiar aura suddenly emanated from Liang Jin's body.

With this imposing aura, everyone felt as if they were witnessing the dawn breaking, the first ray of light piercing through the darkness and dispelling the endless gloom.

Hope and confidence arose spontaneously from the bottom of people's hearts at this moment.

Wen Hengrong and Shen Cangming had naturally already sensed this aura.

As this aura spread, at this moment, they were filled with strong confidence in Liang Jin's victory in this battle.

Jiang Duanchao was finally moved; his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, and he blurted out:

"Such powerful martial intent!"

"How could this be... You're so young, how could you possibly surpass me in martial intent?"

Jiang Duanchao could clearly sense that Liang Jin's martial intent was actually stronger than his own Great Tide Sword Intent!
This goes against common sense!
Jiang Duanchao immediately dared not be careless. He took a deep breath, his expression became extremely solemn, and he said loudly:

"Great and wise teacher, you are the first person for whom I would give my all!"

After saying that, Jiang Duanchao finally pulled the long sword from the ground.

As soon as he got his hands on the longsword, he seemed to instantly become one with it, becoming the crest of a surging tide!

His aura was like a surging, boundless tide, capable of shattering everything in the world; wherever he went, all things would turn to dust.

Jiang Duanchao himself was especially aloof and arrogant. When he raised his sword, he seemed to look down on all living beings, as if he were the master of this world, and no one could defeat him.

As Shen Cangming felt the powerful swordsmanship, a deep sense of terror appeared on his aged face.

His voice trembled slightly as he exclaimed in surprise:
"This is no longer the sword technique of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect!" "This is Jiang Duanchao's self-created sword technique—the Absolute Killing Triple Tide Strike!"

"This is the first time he's used this sword technique!"

"Youngsters, if you don't want to die, retreat at once!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly retreated into the distance, his steps slightly flustered, clearly quite frightened by Jiang Duanchao's powerful swordsmanship, which he had never seen before.

Seeing this, Ye Xianqing and Wen Hengrong abandoned their fighting and immediately followed Shen Cangming to take cover.

Their eyes were filled with fear, knowing full well the power of such a battle of wits; if they were caught in the crossfire, they would surely be pulverized.

at this time.

In the distant, poisonous miasma.

A figure was rapidly approaching.

The person who arrived was none other than Zhao Bao!

The old man whispered in Zhao Bao's ear:

"We've arrived just in time; those two are going to fight to the death!"

“Zhao Bao, watch carefully. You have just reached a certain level but cannot control this power yet. It’s a good opportunity to observe and learn from them.”

"This is a battle between two martial arts masters! If you understand it, it will greatly help your martial arts!"

The old woman screamed shrilly from the other side:

"It would be best if they both suffered heavy losses, then Zhao Bao, you can go and kill them!"

“Skin them alive and pull their bones out!”

"Zhao Bao, if you betray our strength and martial spirit, then you deserve to die!"

Zhao Bao concealed himself and carefully observed the movements of the two on the battlefield.

This sight deeply shocked him.

In the past, the battle between Liang Jin and Jiang Duanchao would have seemed like a battle between gods to him, something unattainable and something he could only look up to.

But now... he finds that he can actually understand quite a bit of it!

His eyes gleamed with excitement and longing, like a dried sponge greedily absorbing every drop of essence from the battle.

at this time.

Liang Jin has already launched the first attack!
Suddenly, he leaped up with incredible speed and power, so high that he vanished instantly into the poisonous miasma.

Jiang Duanchao held his sword horizontally in front of him, adopting a defensive stance. He raised his head, staring intently at the sky obscured by the poisonous miasma, his eyes filled with vigilance, not daring to relax in the slightest.

next moment!
The poisonous miasma was suddenly broken open!

Liang Jin unleashed an incredibly fierce punch, like a meteor descending from the sky, carrying an aura of world-destroying power.

"The Bright King will suppress the prison!"

This is a fist technique that descends from the sky from Liang Jin's self-created "Great Subduing Demon Fist".

Because Liang Jin's punch landed too fast and with too much force, the air in front of Liang Jin's fist was pushed by the enormous force and squeezed towards Jiang Duanchao on the ground!

The immense air pressure caused Jiang Duanchao to feel a sudden increase in pressure around him, and the surrounding temperature also rose rapidly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Jiang Duanchao immediately dared not be careless. His eyes narrowed and he thrust his sword at Liang Jin, who was suddenly falling from the sky!
"The setting sun is boiling!"

The trajectory of this thrusting sword was like a blood-stained glow, its killing intent almost tangible, as if it could penetrate everything.

The blood-red sword energy was like a huge red ribbon, dancing in the air, and like a tide illuminated by blood, surging and turbulent.

They soared into the sky, heading straight for the beam in the sky, their momentum seemingly capable of tearing the sky apart.

Such swordsmanship can be described as exceptionally exquisite and ingenious, with the angle and force of each sword move being perfectly controlled.

However, Liang Jin looked disdainful and snorted coldly:
"Watch me defeat skill with brute force!"

Immediately, Liang Jin unleashed the full power of the Overlord's Armor Removal Technique!

In the past, Liang Jin would have needed to choose the right time to activate the "Overlord's Armor Removal Technique," since it would weaken his defense.

But now his physical body has become so powerful that it has made up for most of the weaknesses of the "Overlord's Armor Removal Technique".

This allows him to drive whenever he wants, without any scruples.

As Liang Jin activated his "Overlord's Armor Removal Skill", the power of his punch suddenly increased!
Around his fist, the air was compressed and distorted, emitting a buzzing sound.

"boom!!!"

Before his fist even landed, the terrifying force of the punch had already reached the ground.

Jiang Duanchao's sword energy, which was as turbulent as the tide, was reduced to dust and dissipated into the air by this terrifying fist force.

The ground within a radius of more than ten feet around Jiang Duanchao suddenly sank, as if it had been slammed down by an invisible giant hand.

The air was compressed to its limit and overflowed outwards, creating a howling wind that blew the surrounding trees askew and dust flying everywhere.

Even Jiang Duanchao himself, who was originally standing upright, was bent over by the pressure, and his legs trembled slightly, as if he was under tremendous pressure.

"Get up!"

Jiang Duanchao roared, his voice filled with resentment and anger.

He tapped the ground with his sword, and suddenly stood up, his aura rising abruptly.

"A lone wild goose lingers!"

He steadied himself, swung his longsword, and sword energy appeared above his head like seven purple clouds, blocking Liang Jin's punch.

The purple clouds shimmered with a mysterious light, as if they contained boundless power.

Liang Jin's eyes turned cold, and at this moment, the intent of the Dawnbreaker Fist was completely integrated into his fist.

With the power of his fist, his punch shattered six of the seven purple clouds with unstoppable force!
The terrifying force sank to the ground, pressing down on Jiang Duanchao's body and causing him to bend over violently once again.

His face showed pain, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it almost unbearable.

Liang Jin changed his punching technique once again.

"The Arhat Falls from the Star!"

He paused briefly in mid-air, then slammed his fists down.

The terrifying force of the punches was like two meteors falling from the sky, carrying a world-destroying power, blasting the last purple cloud into nothingness.

The moment the purple clouds shattered, Jiang Duanchao's longsword shot into the sky.

Clearly, Jiang Duanchao is not just good at defending; he also wants to take the initiative to attack!
"A thousand peaks reduced to ashes!"

As the river broke and the tide surged, the sword energy condensed into a curtain of fire several feet high.

Although this attack lacked the imposing presence of the previous moves that caused widespread destruction, it was actually even more terrifying.

Liang Jin didn't give Jiang Duanchao a chance to slowly reveal his power.

His punching style changed once again.

"The sun is shining brightly!"

Liang Jin's fists struck out alternately like flicking a lamp wick, the air scorching and distorting wherever his fists passed, as if being melted by the high temperature.

In particular, the Yang Flame True Qi above his fists made them seem to be burning, radiating a scorching light.

These powerful fists seemed capable of scorching the souls of evil spirits and cleansing away demonic influences.

His fists came crashing down fiercely, finally bringing Jiang Duanchao into close combat.

"BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!!"
The terrifying force was like a giant hammer from the ancient wilderness, pounding the ground wildly and relentlessly.

With each hammer blow, the earth seemed to be severely damaged, emitting a dull and painful roar, and spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly in all directions from the two men as the center.

The surrounding rocks were shattered and turned into dust that drifted into the air.

The moment the two made contact, the Yang Flame True Qi, carrying intense heat, surged forth like a raging fire beast, baring its fangs and claws; while the Fire Curtain Sword Qi resembled a cold net of death, its gleaming light flashing.

The two merged instantly, tightly enveloping Liang Jin and Jiang Duanchao, forming a bizarre energy cocoon with shimmering light and interplay of light and shadow within.

Liang Jin and Jiang Duanchao are both top experts of their time, and their moves clashed fiercely in this confined space.

Surprisingly, this intense clash did not trigger an explosion as usual, causing shockwaves to scatter.

On the contrary, their control over power is exquisite. Every punch they throw seems to tear the air with precision, carrying an indomitable momentum; every sword thrust is imbued with a concentrated and unyielding sword aura, as if it can penetrate space itself.

The power seemed to be bound by an invisible yet powerful hand, concentrated at the point of their clash, never spilling out, yet surging wildly within, brewing an even more deadly storm.

Such a duel is actually more terrifying than a normal burst of power.

Although the onlookers were not directly hit by the shockwave, as the duel between Liang Jin and Jiang Duanchao intensified, an invisible yet powerful pressure quietly descended.

Everyone felt as if their blood was being drawn by a mysterious and powerful force, surging wildly through their veins like a raging undercurrent that could break free of their confinement at any moment.

My heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, pounding violently and uncontrollably, each beat accompanied by a dull, throbbing pain.

Their eyes began to bulge, their eyeballs became bloodshot, their vision gradually became blurred, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

Even worse, bright red blood slowly flowed from their noses, and the warm liquid slid down their cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

But they were filled with doubt, completely unable to understand what kind of strange harm they had suffered, feeling as if they were in a terrifying nightmare from which they could not escape.

suddenly!

A ray of light, like the first rays of dawn, suddenly appeared!

"The dawn light tempers the fist like a fire, the fierce wind pierces the sun and tears through the clouds!"

At this moment, it was truly like the first ray of dawn arriving in the darkness, and the originally chaotic world instantly became clearly black and white.

The onlookers felt a sudden sense of relief; the oppressive feeling, the rush of blood, and the excruciating pain in their hearts all vanished in an instant.

Everyone suddenly woke up, and their vision became crystal clear, as if everything before had been just a dream.

Filled with astonishment and curiosity, they hurriedly looked toward the scene of the duel.

Jiang Duanchao stood tall, his long sword trembling slightly, yet still stubbornly pointing at Liang Jin.

His eyes revealed resentment and determination, and his aura was so sharp that it seemed to pierce the sky.

Liang Jin, on the other hand, walked calmly toward Jiang Duanchao. His steps were steady and powerful, each one seemingly touching the hearts of everyone present.

As Liang Jin walked, he said aloud:
"The Great Tide Sword Intent is nothing more than this."

"Even after the tide has calmed, you still want to harm people?"

"What an old fogey!"

His voice was powerful and resonant, echoing across the battlefield for a long time.

Liang Jin slowly walked past Jiang Duanchao, a gentle breeze rustling his clothes.

Jiang Duanchao maintained his posture of holding his sword and pointing straight ahead, like a frozen statue.

Upon closer inspection, everyone was shocked to discover that Jiang Duanchao's body had lost all vitality, all his meridians had been shattered, and he was already dead!
(End of this chapter)