Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 234 Purple Void Secret Technique (10,000 words, 710 pages)

In the quiet forest by the river, there is a deserted cliff.

Qin Yicao hurried over, emerging from the woods with a slight frown on his brow.

"Ok?"

The dusty smell dissipates here.

He released his divine sense completely and looked around, but he did not see any trace of anyone there.

Did you lose them?

He raised his protective spiritual robe with great vigilance, and beneath the wide sleeves of the purple Taoist robe, several spiritual talismans were held between his fingertips.

His right hand was forming a hand seal, ready to summon his magical artifact at any time.

Hmph, hiding its true colors.

The fact that the other party was avoiding him only confirmed to him that this person's cultivation level was not high, and his status as a rogue cultivator also made him dare not have too much interaction with him.

That's why I wanted to leave as soon as possible and get away from this place.

Furthermore, the other party must have used this evil technique of a final burst of energy to trick that fool Xiao Ming into giving up the spirit sword!

Qin Yicao walked slowly towards the riverbank, feeling much more relaxed.

With his perfected Qi Refining cultivation and that secret technique, he was certain he could kill this man.

In fact, dealing with such rogue cultivators doesn't even require physical effort; simply invoking the name of our Xuan Yuan Sect is enough to intimidate them and obtain the spirit sword.

The idea is wonderful, but... where is this person now?

Qin Yicao thought it was strange, but suddenly a clear voice came from above his head.

"Immortal Qin, you've followed me all this way. May I ask what brings you here?"

Qin Yicao was shocked and took several steps back before suddenly looking up.

Looking up, one could see a tall, slender figure standing in the dim light of the sky on the cliff by the river, his white Taoist robe fluttering slowly in the river breeze.

A pair of golden eyes were looking down at him.

Without hesitation, Qin Yicao unleashed several talismans, and two ripple-like streams of spiritual energy swirled and disappeared around him.

The other talisman transformed into five golden arrows, hovering beside him.

Dressed in a purple robe, he smiled sinisterly and said, "Fellow Daoist Tong, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Could it be that you have something to hide?"

Song Yan stood with his hands at his sides, not using any Taoist magic, and said calmly, "What is the meaning of this, Fellow Daoist Qin?"

"Stop pretending. We're both here for the treasure, so there's no need to hide anything."

Qin Yicao sneered: "You took Xiao Ming's spirit sword, didn't you? Hand it over now, and I'll spare your life."

Song Yan was slightly taken aback, then chuckled.

"So that's what it was about."

His gaze was piercing, fixed on Qin Yicao, his penetrating eyes seeming to see right through him.

"So, is General Xiao's death related to you?"

Indeed, objectively speaking, Xiao Ming's death was actually caused by that senior's inability to bear it any longer.

But since this Qin State Preceptor had long coveted his spirit sword, the old man's miserable later years, and even his eventual forced contemplation of suicide, could not have been without this person's instigation behind the scenes.

Qin Yicao's expression darkened, and he couldn't help but be surprised; this man was remarkably perceptive.

Without saying another word, he made a series of hand seals, and his body shone with spiritual light.

A cold smile finally appeared on his face: "So what if you are? You can't be allowed to live today!"

Five talismans emerged from his sleeve in succession, slowly rotating and floating around his body.

Each talisman shimmered with a different hue of spiritual light, representing all five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. As Qin Yicao performed his incantation, the talismans shot towards Song Yan.

"A rogue cultivator is just a rogue cultivator." Qin Yicao looked at Song Yan, who remained unmoved and showed no resistance, and activated the talisman array with a cold laugh.

"Let me show you what true immortal techniques are!"

Five Elements Linked Talisman Array!

Song Yan quietly watched the trajectory of the talisman, his sword energy surging within his sleeve.

"Using talismans to form an array is quite similar to the method of sword array."

To be fair, the cultivators of the Xuan Yuan Sect are generally stronger than other cultivators, both in terms of their family background and cultivation level. This is an indisputable fact.

But perhaps it is precisely because of the inexplicable sense of superiority from the Xuan Yuan Sect that most of its members are prone to arrogance and complacency, and look down on others.

Even the offerings are made in this way.

The first crimson talisman exploded in mid-air, transforming into several streaks of flame that roared down.

Song Yan remained motionless, and azure sword energy flowed out from between his sleeves. When the fireball collided with the sword energy, it was like snow meeting boiling water, and it was completely annihilated.

"There's something to it." Qin Yicao frowned slightly, and a flash of inspiration appeared at his fingertips.

The remaining four talismans then exploded simultaneously.

Suddenly, the ground bulged up, and three rock pythons burst forth, baring their fangs to bite Song Yan. At the same time, blue talismans transformed into a whirlwind of water blades, trapping Song Yan within them.

The unmoored boat had already transformed into a white rainbow, its sword light as sharp as ink splashed on water, drawing a line of sword light in front of it.

Where the sword passed, the rock python shattered inch by inch, and the wind blade torn open as well.

At that moment, the golden talisman transformed into three arrows, which shot out along with the previous three, creating six continuous golden rays that almost formed a golden rainbow.

They filed in through the opening in the wind blade and charged toward Song Yan.

It must be said that this person does indeed possess some skill.

Whether it's the power of the talismans or combat awareness.

Qin Yicao was already quite talented and skilled in magic. Although he became a worshipper due to his aptitude and cultivation speed, he did not give up on himself. Instead, he used every means to become stronger.

Unexpectedly, compared to the peaceful cultivation within the sect, he discovered that the outside world was truly full of opportunities after leaving the sect.

Over the years, he has taken risks and seized every opportunity to plunder resources for cultivation by any means necessary.

Now, he has actually reached the perfect state of Qi Refining.

It should be noted that even among the cultivators of his generation in the Xuan Yuan Sect who possessed good aptitude, there were still many who did not have such strength.

With a flick of his sword, Song Yan unleashed the arrow, which shot out with a burst of black and white light that instantly pierced through the golden rainbow. The arrow shattered and dissipated into the light.

The sword's momentum remained undiminished, heading straight for Qin Yicao's face. The latter was startled; the emerald green spiritual light, which had originally condensed into a green wooden spear, now transformed back into spiritual energy and surged back to Qin Yicao's side.

In an instant, it solidified into a large wooden shield, enveloping him within it.

Bang!
The wooden shield lasted only a moment before shattering with a crash.

Clearly, he underestimated the power of the Unmoored Boat.

"A top-grade magic weapon?!"

With a series of hand seals, a surge of spiritual energy erupted from Song Yan's body, and a water-blue spell materialized behind him.

Qin Yicao moved like the wind, dodging and weaving, barely managing to dodge a sword strike.

Using the power of the great river system, the blue spiritual light transformed into a towering wave, crashing down on Song Yan.

"That's almost it."

Song Yan already had a good idea of ​​Qin Yicao's strength.

There's no need to use your physical body; prepare to swiftly kill it with a sword formation.

He moved slightly, unleashing his Lingyun Body Technique, gliding over the crest of the great wave like a lone crane skimming the water.

Unmoored, the boat's momentum did not diminish; it went straight for Qin Yi Cao's throat.

"Arrogant!" Only now did Song Yan begin to move, which undoubtedly made Qin Yicao feel a sense of contempt.

He roared, and the last two purplish-black talismans were activated simultaneously.

The purple talisman exploded, forming an arc of lightning that circled in front of him, while the black talisman transformed into poisonous mist that permeated the surroundings.

Lightning and poisonous miasma intertwine, making it both offensive and defensive.

Song Yan didn't take it to heart and summoned the other three flying swords one by one.

With Tiyue in the center, Jilinjun and Lianli stood on the left and right respectively, and the Ring Moon Sword Formation instantly took shape.

Qin Yicao was no fool. Not to mention the unfathomable power hidden in the array of flying swords, even the simultaneous control of four flying swords was terrifying enough.

"Who exactly are you?" His expression finally changed. "Where did this rogue cultivator from Chu obtain such swordsmanship!"

Song Yan did not answer, and the sword formation changed again.

The three flying swords darted about like swimming fish, their crescent moon sword light bursting forth simultaneously, shattering the remaining talismans one by one.

Qin Yicao acted decisively, gritting his teeth and crushing a golden jade talisman. A golden protective shield instantly rose up, barely blocking the pursuing sword energy.

"You have every right to be proud of yourself for forcing me to use this secret technique."

Qin Yicao's face was so gloomy it could drip water, and he clasped his hands together, forming a strange hand seal.

Purple energy rose around him, and his spiritual power surged like boiling water.

Purple energy, like a dragon, coiled around him, and Qin Yicao's aura rose steadily.

"Oh?"

Song Yan let out a soft exclamation. So it was a secret technique to improve one's strength and cultivation in a short period of time?
The Xuan Yuan Sect is indeed very wealthy.

This secret technique was obtained by Qin Yicao when he attacked and killed a fellow disciple of the Xuan Yuan Sect during his participation in the secret realm.

This method can greatly enhance a cultivator's spiritual power in a short period of time. Although he will be in a weakened state afterward, he can't care about that now.

He quickly produced an ancient bronze mirror, and strange ripples began to appear on its surface.

"To die from this technique is your good fortune!"

Qin Yicao activated the ancient mirror, and a beam of gray light shot towards Song Yan. Wherever it passed, vegetation withered and rocks weathered.

Song Yan dodged and weaved, constantly avoiding attacks. Under the scrutiny of his Void Sword Eyes, he could clearly see the fluctuations of his opponent's spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy within Qin Yicao's body was circulating wildly at an unbelievable speed, but the mysterious purple energy was conflicting with the original cultivation technique.

That's right. Although this secret technique is powerful, the transformation of purple energy takes one or two breaths to fully stabilize.

What sword cultivators excel at is seizing fleeting opportunities.

With a light tap of his sword, Song Yan caused the Moon-Shaped Sword Formation to suddenly contract. The three flying swords drew arcs in the air, and a bright moon quickly appeared where the sword lights converged.

The sword energy of the Green Snake in the Sleeve also surged towards the Crying Moon Flying Sword.

"The moon sets."

Qin Yicao's sinister smile froze on his face.

Just as he was about to activate the second transformation of the ancient mirror, he saw the bright moon crash down.

The violent sword energy surged forth, and the golden protective shield around him shattered like paper before it could be strengthened by the purple energy.

Only the protective spiritual energy formed from the purple aura was barely holding on.

However, the qi had just completed its transformation and was simply unable to resist the surging sword qi.

"No! I am a cultivator from the Xuan Yuan Sect!"

To die at the hands of a rogue cultivator? He could never accept such an ending!

"I am still a member of the Qin family of Southern Chu! If you, fellow Daoist, can show leniency, the Qin family will certainly..."

Song Yan was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"Really..."

His voice grew colder and colder: "It's true that enemies are destined to meet."

Before he could finish speaking, the light from the boat suddenly burst forth, piercing through Qin Yicao's crown and pinning him to the ground.

Qin Yicao stared wide-eyed, his gaze blank, and the purple aura collapsed before it could fully stabilize.

At the same time, the moonlight fell.

boom--

The clouds dispersed by the river, and Song Yan sheathed his sword.

The river breeze swept across the cliffs, dispelling the last vestiges of bloodshed.

Song Yan flicked his finger and unleashed a fire talisman, turning the corpse to ashes.

The mysterious disappearance of the Xuan Yuan Sect's revered elder will likely cause quite a stir in Yingjing. But what does this have to do with him?

After putting away his Qiankun bag, Song Yan left the place.

(End of this chapter)