Chapter 27: Chasing Wind Nine Swords (Part 1)
The news of Xuantian's one move to subdue the enemy was seen by many outer sect disciples, including many elite disciples. It quickly spread among the outer sect disciples and caused a commotion.
The outer gate elite disciples who were watching the Xuantian match, some of whom were Yang Shixiong or Zhang Long's people, quickly spread the news of the Xuantian match to their ears.
Although most of the disciples were shocked by Xuantian's strength, Yang Shixiong, Zhang Long... the leaders among these elite disciples, however, sneered at him with disdain and didn't care about it.
That Naqu is just a seventh-level cultivator of the Wudao Realm, and any ninth-level cultivator can defeat him with ease. Although Xuantian's methods are extraordinary, his actual strength hasn't exceeded that of a ninth-level cultivator, so naturally he wouldn't attract the attention of top-notch disciples like Yang Shixiong or Zhang Long.
Xuan Tian stepped down from the stage and walked directly out of the square, heading towards his residence.
Ranking competition, what's truly crucial is the later rounds of matches. The first round has a total of 508 matches, Xuantian is at match number 467, and there are still 41 matches left before the competition ends.
However, after the first round of competition is completed, we will have to wait for the 508 eliminated disciples to be ranked before the second round of competition can begin, which will take place two days later.
During the competition, ordinary disciples must watch the matches between elite disciples on the square. The participating elite disciples are free to come and go as they please. As for the subsequent matches, they didn't attract Xuan Tian at all, so it's better to return and practice his sword skills a few more times to quickly break through the ninth level of martial arts cultivation.
Just after crossing a mountain peak, Xuan Tian's gaze condensed and looked forward.
A man stood with his back against the sky, in the middle of the road, his body straight as a drawn sword, revealing its sharpness.
It was just a back view, but Xuan Tian also recognized from that sharp breath that this person was Zhang Long.
Xuantian continued walking forward without stopping. When he was about ten zhang away from Zhang Long, Zhang Long turned his body around, his gaze like a sword's aura sweeping over and looking towards Xuantian.
"You're here!" Zhang Long spat out three words.
Xuantian's expression didn't change, and he said, "What is it?"
Zhang Long raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of disdain, and said: "I heard that you defeated your opponent in the same realm with just one move, empty-handed and snatching their sword."
"How?" Xuan Tian gazed at Zhang Long.
Zhang Long chuckled and said, "A minor skill, in the first round, most of the disciples who had reached the seventh level of cultivation were eliminated. In the second round, it's the turn of those who have reached the eighth level of cultivation. I don't know how long you can last? You want to challenge me? I'm afraid you're not capable enough and won't make it to the end."
Xuān Tiān chuckled softly and said, "Don't worry, your bones are cheap, I'll do as you wish, all the way to promotion, until we meet again, and help you relax your bones."
Zhang Long's face turned cold, and he let out a cold snort. "Don't spout nonsense," he said. "We'll soon see whose bones are cheap and who will be the one to crack them. Yang Dingjun's people won't let you off easy if they run into you. You'd better have some self-respect, or else before I even get to you, someone else will have already broken your bones."
Having said that, Zhang Long looked at Xuan Tian with disdain, turned around and walked away. After about five steps, he stopped again, turned around and said: "Soon, you Huang family will be driven out of Beidao County, hum!"
After saying this, Zhang Long didn't look back and walked away into the distance.
Xuantian gazed at Zhang Long's back, the topic shifted to the Huang family, causing his heart to seethe with anger. In the depths of his profound eyes, a faint glimmer of a white jade-like sword appeared, and a murderous intent surged in his mind.
Suddenly, Xuan Tian had a strong urge to practice his sword skills. If he didn't, it would be like a hen holding back her eggs, extremely uncomfortable and he must let it out.
Without returning to his dwelling, Xuan Tian directly arrived at the Hou Feng where he often practiced swordplay. He hastily drew out the Han Xue Sword and a set of Pursuing Wind Sword Techniques naturally emerged.
Xuantian naturally can't see the sword shadow in his own eyes, only knowing that at this moment he wants to practice his swordsmanship, and won't stop practicing.
The icy snow sword in hand, from bottom to top, a slanted sword stabbed out, this is the starting move of the Wind Chasing Sword Technique, the sword like the wind rising.
At this moment, Xuan Tian's heart is exceptionally clear about his sword skills. Any wind in the air can be clearly felt by him, and his sword moves with the wind, extremely agile.
Full of twists and turns!
One sword thrusts to the end, foot steps move, the sword in hand, like a strong wind, one wave subsides, another rises, and again stabs forward three times.
A storm has passed!
Xuantian wielded the Frost Snow Sword, sweeping it horizontally like a raging wind blowing across the land. Wherever the sword wind passed, the grass on the ground bent its waist in response to the gusts.
The sword moves with the wind!
In the depths of his heart, a void was filled with an ethereal aura. At this moment, he was not just practicing sword techniques with his eyes or hands, but with his entire body and senses. Wherever the wind blew, his sword followed, its shadow dancing in layers, unfolding in rapid succession, as multiple swords shot out in the blink of an eye.
The sword moves with the wind!
Suddenly, Xuān Tiān grasped the trajectory of the wind, merging its power into his sword. As the sword's shadow moved, it was no longer following the wind, but instead, wherever the sword's shadow passed, the wind followed, sharp and unparalleled.
……
……
Rumors are rife!
In a flash of insight, a sword shot out, and the light in his hand suddenly disappeared, leaving only the sound of the wind whistling.
Chasing the wind with one sword!
The wind in the air is still, a sword's edge, suddenly appears with the wind, this one sword seems to appear anywhere in the wind, and the wind is unstoppable, can't be blocked.
Having practiced a set of Wind Chasing Sword Technique, Xuan Tian felt extremely comfortable and relaxed in his heart. As for the mastery of the Wind Chasing Sword Technique, it seemed to have advanced another level.
The desire for sword practice in his heart was still strong, Xuan Tian continued to thrust out a slanted sword, and another move of the sword started like a rising wind, beginning the second round.
Since experiencing the strange encounter at Hidden Sword Gorge, that white jade sword entered Xu Tian's mind. For the first time, Xu Tian felt such anger in his heart, because this concerned the Huang family.
In his father's letter, it was said that the contradictions between the Huang family and the Zhang, Niu, and Cheng families were getting deeper and deeper, and a decisive battle would inevitably occur. The Huang family was initially at a disadvantage, and from Zhang Long's tone just now, it seemed that the Zhang, Niu, and Cheng families were about to take action against the Huang family.
Xuantian's anger may have triggered the white jade sword in his brow, Xuantian still for the first time, a sword shadow appeared in his eyes.
The sword shadow in his eyes made Xuan Tian's practice of swordsmanship like a dream, and his understanding of swordsmanship far surpassed that of ordinary times.
He finished the second round quickly and Xuan Tian started the third round again!
The fourth time!
Fifth time!
……
……
Time and time again, Xuan Tian practiced with one breath, fully practicing the Wind Chasing Sword Technique ten times, his whole body sweating like rain.
However, Xuantian did not stop, and with a slanted sword, he started his eleventh round.
"Hmm!"
A surprised voice came from Xu Tian's mouth, and this sword was stabbed out. A gleam of light flashed in his mind, as if he had understood something, but that feeling flashed by and could not be caught.
Xuantian thrust his sword forward in a single move, and after a few fleeting moments, he didn't continue with a second move of twists and turns. Instead, he sheathed his sword and stabbed out again at an angle.
This sword raised his spirit, but did not bring about that kind of enlightenment.
Xuantian sheathed his sword again and struck out once more with a slanted thrust, but still nothing!
Sheathe your sword, one sword slantingly thrusts out!
Sheathe your sword, and then thrust it out at an angle!
……
……
He made over ten successive thrusts, but still had no epiphany.
There is a saying: "If you deliberately plant flowers, they will not bloom; if you accidentally stick in a willow branch, it will grow into a shade."
When Xuan Tian raised his spirit and wanted to feel that epiphany again, no matter what he did, he couldn't enter that state from before.
Thinking that his spirit might have improved, Xuan Tian tried to relax himself slowly, as he felt too tense in his heart.
Forget to realize.
Forget to practice sword.
It seemed unconscious, Xuan Tian's sword slanted out.
It seems like there's a bit of feeling, but it feels too weak, still not enough.
Xuantian stabbed out with his sword once again at a slanted angle.
Once again, once more, one more time.
Xuantian forgot everything and repeated the first move of the Wind Chasing Sword Technique - The Sword Rises Like the Wind.
Whether it was the first hundred times, the second hundred times, or fifty or sixty times.
Xuān Tiān didn't know, he felt like it was a bit too many times, but also seemed not enough, he forgot how many swords he had stabbed out.
It was unknown how many times, Xuantian's sword stabbed out at an angle, and a sense of enlightenment emerged in his mind.
Xuantian's eyes suddenly closed, his entire body maintaining a posture of a sword thrusting out at an angle.
Time passed minute by minute, second by second, and Xuan Tian remained motionless in his stance.
Half a time had passed, and Xuan Tian suddenly opened his eyes.
Xuántiān turned his gaze around him, and his eyes became extremely sharp.
A gentle breeze passed by, and the blades of grass on the ground bent slightly. Every leaf on the trees swayed with the wind, displaying different postures.
Xuántiān's hearing also became extremely sharp, and he heard a faint sound coming from under a tree next to him, which sounded like someone was drawing a sword.
As I turned my gaze away, it was two praying mantises fighting. Their hard knife-like legs went back and forth, intersecting in mid-air like two swordsmen engaging in a duel, as if they contained the most exquisite moves.
"So it was!"
Xuān Tiān let out a soft cry, his spirit suddenly felt extremely refreshed, and he stabbed out with his sword at an angle.
Calm air, with this sword thrust out, a flow of ripples was produced, and a gentle breeze was generated.
In the past, Xuan Tian Jian's pursuit of wind swordsmanship was all about following the wind with his sword. Only when he reached the point where his sword moved and the wind followed could he use his sword to control the wind.
However, this sword is not just using a sword to parry the wind, but creates a gust of wind.
The Wind Chasing Sword Technique can only exert its greatest power when there is wind, but now, with a single sword strike, Xuan Tian can create a gust of wind. No matter the time, the Wind Chasing Sword Technique can always unleash its maximum attack.
Even more so than the former Wind Chasing Sword Technique, its power was greater. The Wind Chasing Sword Technique in Xuān Tiān's hands had almost increased by a whole level, transforming into a top-grade Yellow Tier sword technique.
The entire set of Wind Chasing Swordsmanship moves appeared in Rate Tian's mind, merging and fusing together. In the end, the twenty-seven sword moves were merged by Xuan Tian into nine forms.
"Afterwards, the Yellow Tier Middle Grade sword technique 'Pursuing Wind Sword Method' was gone, and only the Yellow Tier Upper Grade sword technique 'Nine Pursuing Winds Swords' remained!"
Xuantian's sword moved, and a single sword pierced out. The air parted to both sides, producing two streams of airflow. Xuantian's sword suddenly darted left and right, following the two streams of airflow, and stabbed forward in a mysterious and unpredictable manner, like the wind, making it impossible for people to discern where the target of the attack was.
"Wind Splitting Style!"
[bookid=1991075,bookname="Pure Yang True Immortal"]
