Thirty-six Sword Shadows swirled and roared, carrying the Unmoored Boat, soaring into the sky.
Clang.
The halberd and the Flying Sword collided violently, and the Qi waves exploded, surging in all directions.
The Unmoored Boat’s sword body trembled slightly, and Li Yi was also forced back a few steps by this sharp edge.
Song Yan felt a strange sense of relief.
If he hadn’t used Qilin Blood Essence to strengthen his Physical Body before the decisive battle, his ridians would probably have been unable to withstand the confrontation.
However, that wasn’t the most important thing.
From the mont Li Yi fully revealed that Aura until now, he always vaguely felt that sothing indescribable was slowly rising in his heart.
This was also the reason why he had been slow to use his Sword Dao True Essence.
This feeling was very profound, as if so emotion that had always been hidden in his heart was slowly being drawn out.
On the Unmoored Boat, black and white Spiritual Light began to surge slowly.
It was as if it anticipated sothing and was cheering and crying out for it.
The two continued their fierce battle.
To Li Yi’s surprise, the golden glint in Song Yan’s eyes slowly faded.
"Has his Spiritual Qi been exhausted?"
Feeling Song Yan’s movents becoming slower and slower, Li Yi couldn’t help but feel a hint of regret.
What a delightful opponent, what an incomparably powerful sword edge.
Unfortunately... his Spiritual Qi Realm was still far inferior to his own.
This decisive battle would probably end here.
On the surrounding spectator seats, the Disciples discussed animatedly.
"Senior Brother Song Yan is incredibly talented, but he is only at the Qi Refining Stage Seventh Level after all."
"Senior Brother Li Yi is truly terrifying; he’s completely suppressing Senior Brother Song Yan."
"Now Song Yan is showing clear signs of fatigue; he probably won’t last more than three to five moves before being defeated."
However, Song Yan on the stage was oblivious to everything, his gaze fixed forward, not uttering a single word.
As if he were deaf and mute.
Sotis, without using pupil techniques, what one sees is more real, clearer, and closer to nature.
The feeling also becos deeper.
His movents unconsciously grew slower and slower.
Feeling Li Yi’s earth-shattering Aura, he gradually entered a state of self-forgetfulness.
At this mont, he had not cast the Insightful Void Sword Eye.
But the world in his eyes had beco completely different; sounds had long disappeared, and Li Yi’s movents also beca slower and slower.
Until the halberd completely froze in his eyes, and Li Yi’s movents also beca still.
He actually slowly closed his eyes.
The world around him was utterly silent.
"..."
Only the Sword’s hum.
Buzz... A faint Aura rose from his body, and the hum of the Unmoored Boat grew louder with his heartbeat.
That Aura also surged like a wildfire.
At a certain mont, Song Yan opened his cold eyes... At this mont, on the edge of the platform at the peak of Wipe Sword Peak, a pavilion, unnoticed by anyone.
Although this place was very high, the view was excellent, and the entire scene of the Sword Debate Platform was unobstructed.
One would never find such a hidden "spectator seat" without having stayed in the Cave Abyss Sect for at least ten years.
Here, two young n and one young woman were resting, watching the battle on the Sword Debate Platform and chatting cheerfully.
The three of them had solid, unfathomable Auras; they were all Cultivators in the Foundation Establishnt Realm!
"Ah... that one nad Song Yan is going to lose."
One of the slightly older Cultivators said to himself, his voice weak, making him sound very tired.
The female Cultivator beside him asked in so confusion, "Senior Brother A Ming, didn’t you bet all your Spirit Stones on Li Yi?"
"Yes."
"Then if Li Yi wins, why are you sighing?"
Wang Renming raised his eyebrows: "Junior Sister Xi Xi, why do you have no sense of romance at all?"
"A youth overcoming the strong with the weak, sweeping aside his peers—that’s what a legendary story should be like."
"Then you should bet on Song Yan."
"Do I have a grudge against Spirit Stones?"
Wang Renming chuckled and turned to the male Disciple who had not spoken: "Zhenzong, didn’t you bet on Song Yan?"
The silent, slender male Disciple, who had only been watching the battle, lowered his gaze.
Hearing his Senior Brother call him, he ca back to his senses: "Ah, yes."
"His surna is Song. People with the surna Song are always very powerful. So, I think he will win."
Song Zhenzong said.
"..."
"..."
It was also at this mont that the situation on the Sword Debate Platform underwent an unexpected change.
Li Yi actually stopped his offensive, looking at his opponent.
At this mont, a majestic Aura also slowly rose from Song Yan’s body; in just a few breaths, it was on par with Li Yi’s Battle Intent.
On the Elder’s platform, Elder Li Jun nodded slightly.
"Not too foolish."
What was this?
Song Yan wasn’t clear, and the Sword Planting Technique didn’t record it in detail.
But he didn’t reject this feeling; on the contrary, he was very excited.
Just like the Unmoored Boat hanging by his side.
He bent his sword finger and suddenly thrust out a sword.
It was unremarkable, without any Spiritual Qi.
However, in Li Yi’s eyes, this sword thrust out seed to carry an imnse power, as if the heavens and earth were overturning.
The black and white Spiritual Light on the Unmoored Boat was like dark clouds turning to ink, and heavy rain like leaping pearls.
An unremarkable Flying Sword is very easy to block or defend against.
But when mountains and seas collapse and surge forth, under that imnse power, a person is truly too small.
Li Yi still did not dodge; he held his halberd horizontally across his chest.
"Clang..."
The Sword Montum pushed him back several feet.
Li Yi’s feet landed on the edge of the Sword Debate Platform, and he suddenly stomped, forcefully stopping his retreat.
He looked down at his robes, torn open by the Sword Qi on his chest, and laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha..."
He roared in his heart.
This is the opponent I want!
He knew that from this mont on, Song Yan had officially stood on the sa height as him.
In fact, the battle had just begun.
And it would end very quickly.
The Auras of both sides escalated to their peak.
Black and red arcs of light rapidly attacked; Song Yan bent his sword finger, and thirty-six Sword Shadows continuously struck, leaving several sword marks around Li Yi’s body.
Li Yi was puzzled.
These sword marks were extrely condensed, yet they were contained and unreleased, only swirling and flying outside his protective Spiritual Qi.
And even when he urged his Spiritual Power, he couldn’t disperse them.
However, he wasn’t the kind of person who carefully pondered his opponent’s Dao techniques.
The halberd struck down, and the Unmoored Boat also shot out again.
This ti, Li Yi no longer resisted head-on; instead, he took a step back, dodging the Flying Sword’s attack.
At the sa ti, black and red Spiritual Power surged wildly.
Almost at the mont the Flying Sword flashed past his ear, he thrust out a halberd.
"Phoenix Piercing Flowers!"
Boom—
The halberd’s edge could be blocked, but the violent Spiritual Power that erupted from it almost instantly shattered Song Yan’s protective spiritual clothing.
At this mont, he was in grave danger.
But Song Yan was not flustered; instead, he pointed from afar.
The Flying Sword turned back, swift as lightning, rapidly cutting across Li Yi’s body.
At the sa ti, several sword marks burst forth simultaneously, also destroying Li Yi’s protective Spiritual Power.
Their gazes t from afar, and they seed to see in each other’s eyes the will to go all out.
Black and red lightning flashed in his palm, and Li Yi’s Aura suddenly retracted.
Song Yan wiped with his sword finger, and thirty-six white Sword Shadows, carrying gusts of wind and thunder, swept towards him.
He thrust out a halberd, and the black and red lightning suddenly intensified, the phantom of the halberd’s edge surging forward, unstoppable!
"Breaking Loulan!"
"Cloud Piercing Sword!"
Black Spiritual Power, red lightning.
White Sword Shadows, golden wind and thunder.
They erupted simultaneously on the entire Sword Debate Platform, with Spiritual Light and sharp edges, impossible to look directly at!
Boom—
Until the wind stopped and the clouds settled, and the Sword Debate Platform returned to calm, only then did the scene within co into everyone’s eyes.
Song Yan was swaying precariously at this mont, his Daoist robe already tattered, barely leaning on the Unmoored Boat to keep from collapsing to the ground.
And although Li Yi stood with his halberd, he was also at the end of his rope, his black combat attire already ragged, and on his exposed chest, several sword marks were still bleeding.
It seed Li Yi had won.
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