Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 144 Sword Master, You Have Defiled Your Title
"Boom——!!!"

A deafening roar tore through the sky once more, and a new round of battle suddenly broke out.

In dire straits, Xiao Yan unleashed unimaginable potential, and with the help of Venerable Tianhuo, he managed to briefly hold the line.

"Six Harmonies Swimming Body Ruler!"

Xiao Yan roared, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His internal organs trembled violently due to the intense exertion of power.

The large, black ruler in his hand suddenly lit up, with three-colored flames coiling around it like living things, radiating a chillingly high temperature.

The large ruler moved nimbly, sometimes sweeping like a whirlwind, sometimes parrying like a nimble snake. The surging flames around its body formed layers of fire curtains, combining offense and defense in a dense and impenetrable manner.

Fei Tian and several elders of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion joined forces to launch a fierce attack. Countless sharp attacks landed on the fire curtain, but only sparks flew. For a time, they were forced to make no progress by this seemingly limitless defense.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Upon seeing this, Venerable Lei cursed angrily and slammed his palm against his chest.

A bolt of silver lightning suddenly split off from his body, transforming into a figure whose appearance and clothing were exactly the same as Lei Zun Zhe's, and even the lightning pressure surrounding his body was exactly the same!
The Earth-rank advanced combat skill, "Three Thousand Thunder Illusions"! When mastered to perfection, it is comparable to the Heaven-rank, allowing one to condense an avatar with the same strength as oneself!

As the master of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, Thunder Venerable had naturally mastered the "Three Thousand Thunder Illusionary Body" technique!

"Alright! Today I'll show you the power of the Three Thousand Thunder Illusion Body."

The Wind Venerable showed no fear on his face. The green wind around him suddenly condensed, transforming into incomparably sharp and fierce wind gusts, the sharp aura soaring straight into the sky.

The Venerable Yellow Springs was deeply shaken, his face filled with horror.

Is it really necessary to make such a fuss over capturing Xiao Yan?
He gritted his teeth, knowing there was no turning back now. His aura surged instantly, and dark brown mist churned around him. Large, cold, and damp swamp phantoms quietly appeared, emanating a highly poisonous aura that corroded everything.

Having fought to this point, they have finally laid all their trump cards on the table!
Venerable Tianhuo's tone was urgent: "Faster, even faster! I'll unleash my full power, which will grant you temporary, extremely strong combat power, but it won't last long!"

"enough!"

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, and the three-colored flames flowing around his body suddenly subsided, with a violent power brewing within them.

He remained calm, for the battle just now had given him insight into the weaknesses of Fei Tian and his men!

Xiao Yan's eyes flashed like lightning. Seizing the gap created by the attacks launched by several elders of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, he thrust forward the Xuan Heavy Ruler without hesitation!

"Tear!"

A piercing sound of tearing through the air rang out, and the three-colored flames suddenly surged, converging into a dazzling fire blade that was condensed to the extreme. The fire blade, carrying the power to tear everything apart, slashed fiercely at the encirclement!

At the same time, several sharp attacks landed on Xiao Yan.

"Pfft!"

Fresh blood gushed from Xiao Yan's mouth. He trembled violently, and the intense pain from his wounds almost made him lose his grip on the Xuanzhong Ruler. This was the umpteenth time he had been injured today.

A glint flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes. Fortunately, the result was good!
Despite suffering severe injuries, the fiery blade finally lived up to expectations, managing to cleave a gap large enough for him to pass through despite Fei Tian and the others' tight blockade!
"go!"

Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse as he flew towards the gap like an arrow released from a bow.

The spatial barrier that was supposed to be indestructible around the training ground had already been shattered by the aftershocks of the battle between the three Venerables, Feng, Lei, and Huang Quan!

The time to escape is now!
Just as Xiao Yan was overjoyed, Lei Zunzhe's voice, like a persistent, mournful sound, rang out.

"Sword Master, how long are you going to wait?"

Xiao Yan's heart sank suddenly, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the high platform.

The Sword Venerable, who had been sitting quietly, had risen from his seat at some point. His aged face held an inscrutable expression. "Among the Four Pavilions, only your Myriad Swords Pavilion has the longest history. It has been eight hundred years, hasn't it?"

Eight hundred years ago, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was able to rule the northern region of Central State, but eight hundred years later, you are still just guarding this small piece of land in front of you, without making any progress.

Is this adhering to one's own principles, or simply being stuck in the past?

Sword Master's brows were tightly furrowed, his three-foot-long sword pointing diagonally at the ground, its blade gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

There can be no true neutrality in this world! If you don't fight for it, someone else will!

When others become powerful enough to easily crush you, the first thing they'll do is destroy your Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion!

Lei Zunzhe raised his voice, his tone full of seduction: "Sword Zunzhe, your cultivation has not broken through for fifty years."

If we can capture Xiao Yan, then we'll have everything: high-level cultivation techniques, top-notch sword skills, rare pills...
This is the greatest opportunity of your life! The Myriad Swords Pavilion will regain its former glory in your hands! Act now!

"not good!"

A sense of alarm suddenly arose in Xiao Yan's heart. He endured the excruciating pain of his meridians tearing and pushed the Three Thousand Thunder Movements to its limit. As the silver lightning surged, his figure became a blur and he sped away into the distance, not daring to waste a single second.

On the high platform, the Sword Venerable's eyes, which were usually clear as autumn water, quietly changed.

The cultivation techniques, fighting skills, and elixirs mentioned by Venerable Lei... the hope of revitalizing the Myriad Swords Pavilion swirled in his mind like a curse!
"Young friend, it's not that I'm unjust, it's just that this world always forces people to fight and grab..."

An aged yet gentle voice rang out, like a fig leaf to numb oneself.

The Sword Master raised his head, but the last trace of clarity in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a murky luster.

Greed is growing wildly!

"Tear-!"

A sharp sword aura burst forth from his fingertips, tearing through the sky without any hindrance, easily piercing through the three-colored flames surrounding Xiao Yan and penetrating his chest!

"Uh……"

Xiao Yan's clothes were stained red with blood, his pupils dilated, and his originally fast-moving figure suddenly stopped. He fell straight down from the sky and crashed heavily onto the hard ground.

"Xiao Yan!"

Venerable Feng stared in disbelief. He frantically tried to rush over to protect Xiao Yan, but Venerable Lei and Venerable Huangquan had already firmly bound him. No matter how he urged his wind energy, he could not take a single step forward.

Venerable Tianhuo was weak and listless. His soul power had been completely depleted due to previous overexertion, and his eyes were filled with helplessness.

The Sword Venerable approached Xiao Yan, looking at the motionless figure on the ground, and muttered to himself, "Don't blame me, I had no choice..."

He slowly extended his palm.

At this critical moment, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out on the field.

"The Sword Master?"

"Who?"

Sword Venerable's heart jolted, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He instinctively turned around, but then he saw the void behind him suddenly tear apart like silk, and a peerless figure in white robes quietly stepped out from the dark rift.

The white-clad figure moved with light, slow steps, yet carried a chilling sword intent, like a peerless sword about to be drawn from its sheath, causing even a sword master who had immersed himself in the way of the sword for a hundred years to tremble involuntarily.

"You have tarnished your title."

(End of this chapter)