Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 185 Sword Intent
Thirty-six sword shadows swirled and roared, carrying the unmoored boat into the sky.

clang!
The halberd and the flying sword collided violently, creating a shockwave that rippled outwards.

The sword, Unmoored Boat, trembled slightly, and Li Yi was forced back a few steps by its sharpness.

Song Yan felt inexplicably fortunate.

If he hadn't used the Qilin's precious blood to strengthen his physical body before the decisive battle, his meridians would probably have been unable to withstand the strain in this confrontation.

However, that's not the most important thing.

From the moment Li Yi fully revealed his imposing aura until now.

He always had a vague feeling that something inexplicable was slowly rising in his heart.

This is also why he hesitated to use his sword essence.

This feeling is very mysterious, as if some emotion that was originally hidden in one's heart is being slowly pulled out.

On the unmoored boat, black and white spiritual light began to slowly surge.

It's like sensing something is about to happen, and cheering and chirping for it.

The two continued their fierce battle.

To Li Yi's surprise, the golden glint in Song Yan's eyes slowly faded away.

"Has the spiritual energy been exhausted?"

As Li Yi sensed that Song Yan's movements were slowing down, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

What a delightful opponent he was, what an incomparably powerful sword!

pity……

In terms of spiritual power, he was still far behind me.

This decisive battle may have come to an end here.

The disciples around the spectator seats were buzzing with discussion.

"Senior Brother Song Yan is exceptionally talented, but he is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining."

"Senior Brother Li Yi is truly terrifying; he completely overwhelmed Senior Brother Song Yan."

"Song Yan is already showing signs of exhaustion. He probably won't last more than three or five moves before he is defeated."

However, Song Yan on the stage remained completely oblivious, neither looking up nor uttering a word.

As if deaf and mute.

Sometimes, without using your pupil technique, what you see is more real, clearer, and closer to nature.

The feeling will be deeper.

His movements unconsciously slowed down more and more.

Feeling Li Yi's earth-shattering aura, he gradually entered a state of complete absorption in the world around him.

At this moment, he did not use the Observation Sword Eye.

But the world in his eyes had become completely different; the sounds had long since disappeared, and Li Yi's movements had become slower and slower.

Until the halberd completely froze in his eyes, Li Yi's movements also stopped.

He slowly closed his eyes.

The world around me was completely silent.

"..."

Only the sound of swords echoed.

hum...

A faint aura rose from his body, and the hum of the unmoored boat grew louder with his heartbeat.

Its momentum was like wildfire, surging and raging.

In a split second, Song Yan opened his cold eyes.

……

At this moment, on the edge of the platform at the summit of Shijian Peak, unnoticed by anyone, stands a pavilion.

Although the location is very high, the view is excellent, offering a panoramic view of the entire arena.

Without spending at Dongyuan Sect for at least ten years, there's no way you could find such a hidden "spectator seat".

Two young men and a young woman were resting there, watching the battle on the arena and chatting happily.

The three individuals possessed solid and unfathomable auras, all of them being Foundation Establishment cultivators!

"Ah... that guy named Song Yan is going to lose."

One of the older monks spoke to himself, his voice weak and listless, making him sound very tired.

The female cultivator beside him asked him with some doubt, "Senior Brother Amin, didn't you bet all your spirit stones on Li Yi?"

"Yes."

"Why are you sighing when Li Yi won?"

Wang Renming raised an eyebrow: "Junior Sister Xixi, how come you have absolutely no romance?"

"A young man defeats the strong with the weak and sweeps away his peers; this is what a legendary tale should be like."

"Then you bet on Song Yan."

"What grudge do I have against spirit stones?"

Wang Renming chuckled and turned to the male disciple who hadn't spoken: "Zhenzong, didn't you bet on Song Yan?"

The slender male disciple, who had been watching the battle in silence, kept his eyes lowered.

Hearing his senior brother call him, he snapped out of his daze and said, "Ah, yes."

"His surname is Song. People with the surname Song are always very capable. So, I think he will win."

Emperor Zhenzong of Song said this. "..."

"..."

At that very moment, the situation on the dueling platform took an unexpected turn.

Li Yi actually stopped his attack and looked at his opponent.

At this moment, a powerful aura slowly rose from Song Yan's body, and in just a few breaths, it was comparable to Li Yi's fighting spirit.

On the elders' seat, Daoist Li Jun nodded slightly.

"Not too stupid."

what is this?
Song Yan was unaware of this, and there were no detailed records of it in the Zhongjian Technique.

But he didn't reject this feeling; on the contrary, he was very excited.

Like an unmoored boat hanging beside one's own body.

He bent his sword finger and suddenly thrust it out.

It was unremarkable and contained no spiritual power.

However, in Li Yi's view, this sword strike seemed to possess an immense power as if the heavens and earth were about to collapse.

The black and white light on the unmoored boat was like ink swirling in the dark clouds and pearls leaping in the torrential rain.

An ordinary flying sword is easy to block or defend against.

But when mountains and seas overturn and surge forth, under that immense power, humans are truly insignificant.

Li Yi still did not dodge; he held his halberd horizontally in front of his chest.

"clang……"

The sword thrust horizontally, sending him flying several feet away.

Li Yi landed on the edge of the sword-fighting platform, then suddenly stopped, halting his retreat.

He looked down at the robe torn open at his chest by the sword energy, and burst into laughter: "Hahahaha..."

He shouted in his heart.

This is the kind of opponent I want!

He knew that from this moment on, Song Yan was officially on the same level as him.

In fact, the battle has only just begun.

Moreover, it will end soon.

The momentum of both sides reached its peak.

A black and red arc of light swiftly struck, and Song Yan flicked his sword, unleashing thirty-six sword shadows that continuously slashed, leaving several sword marks around Li Yi's body.

Li Yi was puzzled.

The sword mark was extremely condensed, yet it remained hidden, hovering and swirling outside its protective spiritual energy.

Furthermore, even when he used his spiritual power, he was unable to dispel it.

However, he was not the kind of person who carefully considered his opponent's methods.

The halberd slashed down, and the unmoored boat shot out again.

This time, Li Yi did not resist head-on. Instead, he took a step and dodged the flying sword's attack.

At the same time, black and red spiritual energy surged wildly.

Almost the instant the flying sword flashed past his ear, a halberd thrust out.

"Phoenix amidst flowers!"

boom--

The halberd could withstand the attack, but the violent spiritual power that erupted from it shattered Song Yan's protective spiritual armor almost instantly.

At this moment, the situation is extremely critical.

But Song Yan remained calm and instead pointed into the distance.

The flying sword turned back, swift as lightning, and cut through Li Yi's body.

At the same time, several sword marks erupted simultaneously, also annihilating Li Yi's protective spiritual power.

Their eyes met from afar, and they seemed to see in each other the will to fight to the death.

Black and red lightning flashed in his palm, and Li Yi's imposing aura suddenly subsided.

With a flick of his sword, Song Yan unleashed thirty-six white sword shadows, accompanied by gusts of wind and thunder, sweeping towards them.

With a thrust of the halberd, black and red lightning suddenly erupted, and the phantom of the halberd's tip surged forth, unstoppable!
"Break down Loulan!"

"Sword in the Clouds!"

Black spiritual energy, red lightning.

White sword shadows, golden wind and thunder.

The light and brilliance of the swordplay erupted simultaneously across the entire arena, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at them!

boom--

Only when the wind stopped and the clouds ceased, and the arena returned to calm, did the scene come into view.

Song Yan was swaying precariously, his Taoist robe torn to shreds, barely managing to stay upright by leaning against the unmoored boat.

Although Li Yi stood leaning on his halberd, he was exhausted and his black outfit was tattered, with several bloody sword wounds crisscrossing his bare chest.

It seems that Li Yi has won.

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