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Like twelve white butterflies, they flitted gracefully, the sword light flickering lightly, appearing and disappearing.
"Hey, interesting!"
Four middle-aged n in blue robes faced the onslaught of twelve young won, smiling, with an expression of appreciation.
They found the twelve young won beautiful and graceful.
As if they were appreciating a dance performance.
They drew their swords to et the attack, their swordsmanship fierce and sinister, with astonishing power.
The swords carried an incredible Gang Qi, clashing with explosive "bang bang" sounds.
The vigorous wind spread around, shattering the small stones on the ground.
"Which sect are you from?" asked the square-faced middle-aged man among the four, raising his voice.
They deftly dodged the longswords of the won, and the sword light could not trap them.
"..." The twelve young won did not answer, and the sword light beca even more agile.
"So many beauties, could it be the Yao Yue Palace?" The square-faced middle-aged man laughed loudly, very joyful.
As if he had told a big joke.
"Indeed, it is Yao Yue Palace!" Ding Zhenlong said.
"Yao Yue Palace!?" The square-faced middle-aged man’s smile froze, and he hurriedly asked, "Is it really Yao Yue Palace?"
ng Xiaoyue snorted, "Who would impersonate a disciple of Yao Yue Palace?"
The square-faced middle-aged man’s smile stiffened, and he opened his mouth.
The four exchanged glances, suddenly having the urge to escape.
The won of Yao Yue Palace were too fierce; if entangled, it would be endless trouble. It’s better to avoid them.
As this thought arose, their sword light surged, becoming wild and violent.
They wanted to force the won back, creating an opening for themselves to escape.
"Hey." The square-faced middle-aged man said in a serious tone, "We have no past grudges with Yao Yue Palace, no recent grievances either; there’s no need for this."
"The people of the Evil Sect should be slain by everyone!" said a young woman in white indifferently.
"Should be slain by everyone!" the other eleven young won in white echoed in unison.
They despised the Evil Sect to the extre, and would not let any of them escape.
"Hey, then let our skills do the talking and see who dies!" The square-faced middle-aged man let out a cold laugh and said no more.
They originally intended to consu the won, or they wouldn’t have co directly.
Now seeing their tricky predicant, they were not fully concerned and felt the threat was limited.
Ding Zhenlong, aware that her footing affected the operation of the array, paid special attention to her steps, enduring the subtle pain of her foot injury.
The operation of the array intensified once more.
Their surging sword light couldn’t change their predicant.
It was as if they were stuck in a quagmire, the more they struggled, the deeper they sank.
In the blink of an eye, their sword light had already dimd.
They sensed sothing was wrong as their sword light intensified, yet they still could not break free from the sword array.
"Old Gu, Old Zhang, Old Xu, don’t hold back, go all out!"
"Yes, all out!"
"All out!"
As they spoke, a muffled "bang bang" sounded from their bodies, as if they had suddenly grown larger.
Their skin quickly beca loose, as if they aged ten years in the blink of an eye.
Shen Hanyue turned to look at Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "It’s the Light Burning Skill, exchanging essence blood for power."
"The Light Burning Skill..." Shen Hanyue humd, "Burning essence blood, wouldn’t that an they can replenish it by directly consuming others’ essence blood without consequence?"
Chu Zhiyuan said, "They consu essence blood but do not transform it into essence blood; instead, it becos cultivation."
"So, does that an replenishing the burned essence blood is difficult for them?"
"It is difficult."
"Very well." Shen Hanyue humd, "Let them die of essence blood exhaustion as well!"
Chu Zhiyuan said, "It’s not that easy, this secret technique is still extrely strong."
As they spoke, the sword light of the four grew increasingly bright, about to break through the constraint of the twelve won.
Shen Hanyue bit her red lips, turning to look at Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Let’s wait and see."
Xiao Ruoling said softly, "Shen, keep calm, don’t rush."
Shen Hanyue was anxious due to her concern; once she saw Yao Yue Palace disciples in action, she wished to substitute herself and fight personally.
Knowing it was wrong, yet unable to overco this due to her excessive concern for Yao Yue Palace disciples.
An only child with only her mother since childhood, she longed for family and emotions and cherished them deeply.
Yao Yue Palace gave her the feeling of ho.
She cherished every Yao Yue Palace disciple, unable to see any hard or even injured.
Seeing the twelve won’s sword array struggling against the four middle-aged n in blue robes, she was anxious, wanting to step in to help.
She knew under such circumstances, stepping forward herself would only cause more trouble, disturbing the sword array and disrupting their rhythm.
So she pinned her hopes on Chu Zhiyuan.
In her heart, Chu Zhiyuan was almost omnipotent.
"Really no problem?" Shen Hanyue asked hurriedly.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "We are all here, if there is really a problem, I will intervene."
"That’s good..." Shen Hanyue relaxed, then said, "Have you practiced this Light Burning Skill, Princely Heir?"
Chu Zhiyuan said, "I only have so understanding, not practiced."
"You don’t need such a secret technique either." Shen Hanyue said, "You always force others to use this secret technique."
"That’s not quite it," Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "My opponents often have no chance to use this skill."
"You’re right," Shen Hanyue agreed, "So, will you continue practicing sword technique? Becoming a Great Grandmaster, you don’t need to practice swordmanship anymore, do you?"
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "The path of sword technique is profound and endless, it cannot be abandoned."
Shen Hanyue looked at Qu Ying, "In the Flying Sky Sect, do they still practice sword technique after reaching Great Grandmaster?"
Qu Ying said, "Holy Daughter, once we reach Great Grandmaster, we seal our swords."
She curiously glanced at Chu Zhiyuan.
She couldn’t understand why Chu Zhiyuan, after reaching Great Grandmaster, would still study the sword of the Heavenly Blade Pavilion.
The most diligent sword practitioners are at the Innate Realm and Grandmaster Realm, once reaching Great Grandmaster, there’s no need to practice swordmanship anymore.
Spiritual power is a stronger ans than sword, using spiritual power surpasses a thousand blades.
Even if a Great Grandmaster practices sword technique with utmost strength, they still rely on spiritual power.
Whether fighting other Great Grandmasters or masters below Grandmaster, spiritual power is the primary ans.
If spiritual power is weak, the strongest sword technique can’t touch the opponent.
If spiritual power is strong, the lack of swordmanship can still harm the opponent.
So she couldn’t understand why Chu Zhiyuan still studied sword technique.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "The path of sword technique is vast and profound, worth deep research."
Qu Ying’s bright eyes flickered, deep in thought.
Shao Feng said, "In our sect, swordsmanship halts once Grandmaster Perfection is reached."
Chu Zhiyuan said, "The path of swordsmanship is also worth deep research."
Shao Feng couldn’t help but laugh.
Chu Zhiyuan also laughed.
His words were like showing off to the blind, truly unnecessary.
"Ssssss!"
Amidst a light whistle, the sword light of the twelve young won in white suddenly rged into one, forming a sheet of white light engulfing the four middle-aged n in blue robes.
Shen Hanyue imdiately praised.
This was the Spirit Butterfly Sword Formation reaching its peak state: Spirit Butterflies Dancing Together.
All the spirit butterflies moved their wings in the sa rhythm, invoking a peculiar power.
The white light then dimd and disappeared.
The twelve young won in white gracefully separated, falling behind Xiao Ruoling and Shen Hanyue.
The four middle-aged n in blue robes stood dazed, their eyes filled with astonishnt and confusion.
As if unable to comprehend what had happened.
"Ssssss..."
Wounds appeared all over their bodies, spurting blood, instantly dyeing them red.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded in satisfaction.
This sword formation finally reached the Three Mysteries.
"Excellent!" Shen Hanyue clapped her hands in admiration.
The twelve young won in white were also excited, their eyes shining brightly.
The Spirit Butterfly Sword Formation had finally reached perfection; over a decade of hard work finally bore fruit today.
Chu Zhiyuan appeared thoughtful.
In his mind, the Bright Moon Saber quivered gently, its rhythm similar to that of the Spirit Butterfly Sword Formation.
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