Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 368 Young Rush
Song Yan had no obligation to engage in a back-and-forth "sparring" with this person. The most urgent task was to reduce the number of these people as quickly as possible, which was the most favorable way to deal with the situation.

Within the Zhendao Sword Mansion, surging sword energy flowed along the meridians of the left hand, eventually converging at the fingertips.

In an instant, a condensed cyan sword aura suddenly appeared. Even with his pseudo-core realm strength, Shen Yu was unable to dodge in time and took a solid hit.

puff.

The sword energy pierced through Shen Yu's hastily gathered protective aura without any resistance and pierced into his right shoulder.

However, the sword energy did not unleash any terrifying power the moment it entered the body; instead, it collapsed and dissipated.

Countless thin yet incredibly sharp fragments of sword energy swirled wildly through Shen Yu's flesh and blood like swimming fish.

"Ugh—!"

Shen Yu let out a shrill scream as excruciating pain instantly swept through his entire body. He felt as if countless small swords were simultaneously cutting and churning his right side.

With his meridians severed inch by inch, the immense spiritual power of the pseudo-core realm began to spiral out of control, rampaging wildly within his body.

In the blink of an eye, those fragments of sword energy burst forth from his body, gathering above Shen Yu's head and gradually forming a bluish-green sword light.

Shen Yu was terrified. His body trembled slightly, his face was pale, and he endured the excruciating pain as he flew backward, while simultaneously forming hand seals.

However, he was horrified to discover that the cyan sword light moved almost along with him.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!"

The several spells cast earlier produced two beams of spiritual light, which appeared to be magical artifacts and spiritual weapons specifically designed for defense.

Unfortunately, it's too slow.

Before the defensive artifact could even be activated, the cyan sword light had already fallen.

laugh.

The sword light pierced through Shen Yu's body, and his retreating figure suddenly froze, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately, Shen Yu's aura weakened at a visible speed, his spiritual power became chaotic, and his spiritual light dissipated.

His body fell to the ground and rolled once, coughing up blood continuously.

"..."

At that moment, the battlefield fell silent once again.

It was at this moment that Song Yan's true nature was fully revealed.

Late stage of Foundation Establishment.

With a single finger, he severely injured a pseudo-Core Formation cultivator.

Whether they were cultivators from the Nangong family or the Qin family, they all felt that the scene before them was somewhat unreal.

How old is this young man?

Whether it's twenty or thirty years old is no longer important.

Such a young person in the late stage of Foundation Establishment has not been recorded since the Later Chu Dynasty.

If one continues to cultivate steadily like this, one may be able to break the record of Qingyan Zhenren's Golden Core formation, and may even be able to achieve the Golden Core within a hundred years!
A peerless genius.

This long-dormant word subconsciously surfaced in everyone's mind.

Moreover, Song Yan's terrifying aspect is not only his cultivation speed. With his late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, he can severely injure a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator with a single finger. Such combat power is incomparable to those Foundation Establishment cultivators who rely on pills and resources.

Shen Yu struggled to sit up, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

The foundation of the Pseudo-Core Formation Realm remained, and the sword qi injuries were temporarily suppressed by spiritual power, barely beginning to recover.

"Damn it..." Xu Heng cursed inwardly.

It wasn't that I was complaining about Shen Yu's incompetence, but rather that I was somewhat indignant that such a difficult cultivator was on the side of the Nangong family.

When Chen Cheng saw that Shen Yu had been severely injured by a single finger, he was filled with shock and anger. He had no relationship with Shen Yu; they were just helpers invited by the Qin family.

However, he also knew that if they didn't help him now, they would probably be killed on the spot before the Qin family could break through the Jianghe Daling Formation.

By then, whether the Qin family can destroy the Nangong family will be of no concern to them.
Moreover, this was the opening after Song Yan unleashed his killing move, a perfect opportunity to intervene and even turn the tables on this troublesome person.

"Death!"

Chen Cheng made a hand seal, and the light blue flying sword transformed into a beam of light, heading straight for Song Yan's face.

However, at that moment, a ring of fire intercepted the light blue flying sword and trapped it within it.

"clang--!"

The two spiritual energies clashed, like fire and water, and the spiritual energy was rapidly depleted.

The fire elemental energy suddenly surged, repelling the flying sword back in front of Chen Cheng.

At the same time, the ring of fire flew back and hovered beside Qin Xijun.

Two rings of fire, one on the left and one on the right, burned and swirled around her.

"Qin Xijun!"

Chen Cheng gritted his teeth.

He recognized Qin Xijun, or rather, Qin Xijun's fame in her youth was not much less than Song Yan's today.

In their time, Qin Xijun of the Dongyuan Sect and Fu Xiao of the Sheyang Sect were considered two shining stars in the cultivation world of Chu.

Naturally, he also knew that this woman came from the Qin clan, but later, for some reason, she distanced herself from the Qin clan.

There are many rumors circulating that Qin Xijun betrayed the family that had nurtured her.

"You are of the Qin family bloodline, are you really going to betray your family for a few outsiders?!"

Qin Xijun stood expressionless, her body wreathed in spiritual flames, blocking Chen Cheng's path.

"Do I, Qin Xijun, need you to teach me how to act?"

Spiritual fire surged around Qin Xijun, and two fire rings shot out.

Since breaking with Qin Ying, she, as his master, always seemed to dislike Lu Ziye, but in reality, she cared for him.

The Qin family chose this particular day to attack us; it is truly unforgivable.

The two clashed fiercely, their swords flashing and sparks flying everywhere.

Surprisingly, Qin Xijun was not a pseudo-core cultivator, yet she was still able to hold her own against Chen Cheng.

Qin Xijun and Li Yi both fought with wide, sweeping movements, their energy radiating outwards, causing the nearby Nangong family cultivators to hastily retreat.

The situation near the eye of the formation had already alarmed everyone present.

Qin Feiyu, who was directing the Qin clan's frenzied attack on the Jianghe Daling Formation, naturally saw it all.

Looking at Qin Xijun and Song Yan, he felt a surge of overwhelming anger rising to his head.

"Qin Xijun!"

Qin Feiyu roared fiercely, his voice echoing throughout the central courtyard of the Nangong clan's territory.

"Heretical and treacherous! How dare you, a cultivator of the Qin clan, obstruct the Qin clan's aid?!"

"Don't forget, without the Qin family's painstaking cultivation, where would your cultivation come from?! Do you still have any respect for your family, for the laws of your ancestors?!"

"Disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unjust! You traitor to your clan... My Qin family has no descendants like you!"

Qin Xijun frowned but did not respond, but Qin Feiyu had no intention of stopping there.

"This Song Yan, relying on his talent, is arrogant and conceited. He truly is a case of the upper beam being crooked, and the lower beam being crooked too!"

"Today, you two, master and disciple, will both pay the price!"

Qin Feiyu was hysterical, screaming incessantly, but Song Yan ignored him completely.

The power of the Shaochong Sword is unparalleled, but its consumption is also terrifying.

The sword energy within the Zhendao Sword Mansion had been largely drained, leaving a faint sense of emptiness.

However, Song Yan did not want to let Shen Yu go.

His throat bobbed, and he swallowed the sword-nourishing pill that was pressed under his tongue.

The elixir entered the stomach and dissolved instantly.

A surge of powerful and pure sword energy erupted within the Sword Palace, and within a few breaths, the faint emptiness was quickly replaced by a feeling of fullness. The value of the Sword Nourishing Pill lies not only in its ability to enhance cultivation.

Even though Song Yan had already consumed three Sword Nourishing Pills and could no longer use them to improve his skills, he still used the remaining Cloud Abyss Bamboo Leaves to refine several batches of Sword Nourishing Pills.

Its efficiency in restoring sword energy is extremely high.

In just a short while, Song Yan's body was faintly humming with sword energy, and his condition had recovered by more than half.

Sword energy surged and rippled within the Sword Palace, and the slight burning sensation from using the Shaochong Sword technique gradually subsided.

With the right hand fingers together, raise it slightly.

The sword comes out.

From the endless treasure behind him, nine flying swords flew out one after another, swirling and circling in the air.

Flying swords formed an array.

Upon seeing this, Shen Yu panicked and shouted, "Song Yan, you shameless scoundrel! You actually resorted to such despicable sneak attacks! You're a disgrace to be a disciple of the six major sects!"

"Do you dare to wait a moment while I recuperate, so we can have a head-on confrontation?"

Shen Yu's current appearance and identity are not those of an external affairs elder of the Xuan Yuan Sect; he seems to be just a rogue cultivator at the Pseudo-Core Formation stage.

For someone of such a rogue cultivator to say this, it truly carries a hint of righteous indignation.

The surging sword energy around Song Yan did not stop, and the chilling killing intent firmly locked onto his opponent.

"Elder Shen Yu, it's been many years since we last met. I never imagined that you, as the foreign affairs elder of the Xuan Yuan Sect, would get involved in this mess."

At this moment, the sword formation had taken shape, and on the lotus flower of sword path, the lotus seed emerged with a dreamlike color that flowed around Song Yan.

"Why..." Shen Yu was both surprised and angry. He didn't know how the other party could see through his disguise, but when he saw Song Yan's golden eyes, he roughly knew the answer.

Gazing at that peculiar spark of inspiration, the shadow of death had never been so clear.

He suddenly patted the storage bag at his waist, and an ancient and heavy mountain seal soared into the sky, instantly radiating bright red and blue spiritual light.

"The Seal of Cold Mountain!"

This small seal possesses the power of a low-grade spiritual artifact; it is Shen Yu's most treasured defensive magic weapon.

But then the two-colored spiritual light of the Cold Mountain Seal quickly condensed, transforming into a gray-white phantom of a cold mountain, on which red leaves and flowers grew, enveloping Shen Yu.

Almost simultaneously, the nine flying swords began to operate according to their mysterious trajectories, drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the scene on the battlefield changed drastically in an instant.

The boundary is Shenyu.

A dazzling sun appeared out of thin air on the left, with countless pure white and blazing sword energies illuminating the sky.

A solitary, bright moon quietly rose on the right, its chilling aura emanating from countless sword energies, causing frost to fall and ice to crack wherever its light touched.

"Swallowing the sun and moon."

The sun and moon revolve, and yin and yang interact.

A terrifying sword aura erupted at the moment the sun and moon aligned.

"Om-!"

The Cold Mountain Seal formed a phantom image, and the moment it came into contact with the vortex of sword energy, it let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

The spiritual energy flowing through Yin's body was like water bursting its banks, uncontrollably swallowed up and disintegrated by the rotation of the sun and moon.

"what--"

Shen Yu's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically poured his spiritual power into the mountain seal, trying to stabilize the magical artifact.

Unfortunately, by then it was too late. Shen Yu was horrified to discover that the speed at which he could unleash his spiritual power was far slower than the speed at which the mountain seal collapsed.

The mountain seal had lost its spiritual power support, and the illusory image of the cold mountain could not even barely hold on under the strangulation of the sun and moon sword light.

"Crack... Boom!"

After a cracking sound, there was a deafening explosion!

The mountain seal trembled violently amidst the sword light, then exploded with a deafening roar. Countless fragments of spiritual light scattered in all directions like meteors, only to be swept into the vortex of sword energy and reduced to dust by the sword's power.

"puff!"

With the magical artifact destroyed, Shen Yu was struck hard, spitting out another mouthful of black blood. At this moment, old wounds had not yet healed and new wounds had been added. The aura that had recovered a little instantly plummeted.

"Wait! Song Yan! I have no grudge against you. I will no longer help the Qin family, nor will I participate in this struggle. Let me go!"

At this moment, the fear of death completely overwhelmed his reason.

"Let me leave! The Xuan Yuan Sect will surely reward me handsomely!"

"No injustice or enmity?"

Song Yan chuckled: "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Whether it was Jiran Valley or Changping, he had been caught in Elder Shen's schemes quite a bit.

"I'll fight you!"

Shen Yu appeared to be insane, completely abandoning all rules. Driven by his survival instinct, he unleashed a multitude of magical artifacts, frantically forming hand seals and pouring out his spiritual power without regard for the cost.

In an instant, flying swords, alms bowls, array flags, and various magical artifacts flashed with spiritual light.

He also randomly activated various talismans, which transformed into lightning, vines, and golden light shields, but they interfered with each other and their power was greatly reduced.

At this point, the scene no longer resembled an attack from a pseudo-core cultivator, but rather the work of a madman driven to the brink of despair.

The emptiness brought on by the rapid depletion of spiritual energy, along with the excruciating pain in the meridians of his right side, distorted his face and made his eyes unfocused.

Faced with this fierce onslaught, Song Yan remained indifferent, not even moving an inch, his body enveloped in a dreamlike haze.

Countless magical artifacts and spells rained down on him, but they only stirred up a tiny ripple before mysteriously passing through him, their trajectories unchanged, shooting behind him and all missing their mark.

Song Yan's figure, amidst the chaotic storm of attacks, resembled a lotus rooted in the cracks between illusion and reality, untouched by any force.

With the Mirror Flower Water Moon Sword Intent fully mastered and his cultivation reaching the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, Song Yan's strength at this moment was completely incomparable to when he first entered the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"How can this be?!"

Shen Yu's crazed expression was extinguished by the mind-blowing scene before him, leaving only boundless fear and despair in his eyes.

His spiritual energy was almost depleted, his meridians felt like they were being scorched by fire, and even maintaining his protective aura became extremely difficult.

At this moment, Shen Yu was at his last gasp.

He no longer cared about dignity, turned around abruptly, burned the last of his spiritual power in his dantian, transformed into a streak of light, and fled desperately away from Song Yan.

The speed of their escape was much faster than usual due to the fear of death!
Unfortunately, he's fast, but can he be faster than Bu Xi Zhou?
"go."

Song Yan pointed his finger at Shen Yu's fleeing figure and pointed it from afar.

Within the sword formation, a wisp of black and white energy shot out.

Wherever the sword light passed, the chaotic spiritual energy in the battlefield was split in two, leaving a sharp trail.

"laugh!"

A soft sound.

The fleeing yellow light suddenly stopped, and before Shen Yu could react, the terror and despair on his face froze on his face.

The unmoored boat pierced through the back of his head and exited between his eyebrows. The violent and chaotic spiritual energy instantly poured out from his shattered skull, and in just a moment, the mystery vanished.

The body fell stiffly through the air, crashing onto the cold ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

he died.

The black and white light suddenly flew back and, along with the other nine flying swords, merged into the Endless Treasury behind Song Yan.

At this moment, countless eyes were focused on this young figure.

A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator facing a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator.

One finger strikes a fatal blow, one sword decapitates.

"Just... die like that?"

Looking at the lifeless corpse, Xu Heng and Chen Cheng finally felt panicked.

(End of this chapter)