On the arena, the two combatants’ swords moved in a continuous blur. Their speed was so incredible that many in the crowd could only see fleeting afterimages and flashes of light, unable to make out the blades themselves.
"So fast! I can’t follow their swords at all."
"Pay close attention, everyone! We might be able to pick up a few pointers on Swordsmanship if we watch the details."
"That’s right."
"Haha, I think I’m already getting sothing out of this!"
The students of Qig Mountain Academy watched, completely captivated. They broke into animated discussions, each offering their own opinions and sharing their observations on the fight. Among them were more than a few students with solid foundations and keen eyes, who could appreciate the subtleties of the duel between Wen Qingye and Guu Lei.
Xia Moyu, Guu Xiong, Lu Hongfei, and the others watched as Wen Qingye wielded a sword in each hand. The flashing light from his blades, like a Spiritual Snake flicking its tongue, prevented Guu Lei from advancing even a single inch. They were all utterly shocked.
’So people this talented and brilliant really do exist in this world!’
The three felt a sense of discouragent. Wen Qingye’s na weighed on them like a great mountain.
Yann Xiangyang’s heart was in turmoil. She had to admit that Wen Qingye’s Sword Technique Cultivation was far beyond her own.
...
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!!!
A shower of dazzling sparks flashed before the crowd’s eyes, followed by the echoing clang of tal on tal.
After being locked in combat for a long ti, the two finally broke apart.
Guu Lei looked at Wen Qingye with a hint of admiration in his eyes. "You are one of the most talented swordsn I have ever t. To use the Spiritual Snake Sword technique with both hands at once... I doubt many in the entire Inner Courtyard are capable of that."
Wen Qingye sheathed his Ancient Moon Sword, then looked at Guu Lei and smiled. "Thank you for the complint."
No matter who he was dealing with, Wen Qingye always maintained a transcendent calm. It was an innate quality—neither servile nor arrogant. He had his own confidence and his own pride, but it was the kind that never grated on others.
"But it’s impossible for you to defeat with just that," Guu Lei continued. "Now, let show you the real gap between us!"
As Guu Lei spoke, he raised his sword. A massive amount of Primordial Qi began to swirl around his body, the currents of air churning slowly like white clouds in the sky.
The sword in Guu Lei’s hand let out a series of clear, lodious hums that spread through the air.
At that mont, Guu Lei completely unleashed his greatest power. The crowd around the Purple Stone Arena slowly retreated, watching from a distance with shocked expressions. They had all heard that Guu Lei was formidable, but they never imagined he was this powerful.
BOOM!
A powerful aura erupted from him.
"Kunhuang Celestial Leaf!"
A torrent of yellow energy suddenly burst forth as Guu Lei’s sword moved. With a flourish that seed to fill the sky, overriding the very edge of his Sword Qi, he charged forward, sword in hand.
Fast!
Incredibly fast! And unbelievably sharp!
Wen Qingye felt as if he were watching a single leaf fall. Its descent carried a deathly stillness—the feeling of boundless killing intent.
Wen Qingye took a deep breath. The Cyan Mist Sword in his hand erupted with a brilliant cyan light as dense Primordial Qi flowed continuously over its blade.
"Bright Moon at the Edge of the World!"
Wen Qingye held the Cyan Mist Sword horizontally before his chest. A cool, shimring moonlight coiled and flickered around it. The blade unleashed a torrent of energy as white as the moon, like a celestial body falling from the highest heavens.
He had gone straight to the second killing strike of Moonfall Swordsmanship!
With a sharp lift of his sword, Wen Qingye sent a massive, silver-white wave of Sword Qi surging forward.
SWOOSH!
At that sa mont, Guu Lei’s longsword arrived.
He leaped into the air, moving like a bolt of silver lightning, his body nearly parallel to the ground.
The Sword Qi ford a rainbow arc, its yellow light trembling faintly.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The aftershocks of Primordial Qi spread out like thunderclaps exploding across the Purple Stone Arena. Wen Qingye’s footing faltered, but he executed the Butterfly Flapping footwork and pushed out with his palm to block the brunt of the shockwave.
The sword in Guu Lei’s hand danced once more, and in the blink of an eye, he sliced through the blast wave from the aftershock.
Nie Qinglan seed to realize sothing and shot to her feet. "Moonfall Swordsmanship... Yes, I’m sure of it. That’s Moonfall Swordsmanship!"
Everyone’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing Nie Qinglan’s words. Moonfall Swordsmanship! Who in the entire Celestial Martial Country didn’t know that na? It was the signature Swordsmanship of the Moonfall Sword God, a technique that had awed the nation for hundreds of years!
Huu Yucui looked at Nie Qinglan in disbelief. "Vice Director, are you saying that Wen Qingye just used Moonfall Swordsmanship?"
Nie Qinglan nodded. "Correct. It has to be the legendary Moonfall Swordsmanship."
An uproar erupted.
The Mountain Masters and Inner Courtyard teachers on the viewing platform, the new and senior students below, and even the proud prodigies of the Inner Courtyard—all of them stared at Wen Qingye, their faces masks of utter shock.
’The Moonfall Sword God’s technique! The very sa Moonfall Swordsmanship that had been renowned for hundreds of years! And Wen Qingye had just used it! The legendary Swordsmanship had appeared in the world once more.’
Guu Lei had also heard Nie Qinglan’s words. His brow furrowed as he stared gravely at Wen Qingye. He had felt a powerful, intimidating force from Wen Qingye’s sword just now, and it was clear this Swordsmanship was as terrifying as the legends claid—truly soul-shattering.
Nie Qinglan gave Wen Qingye a profound look. "To have learned Moonfall Swordsmanship not only proves that Wen Qingye has been blessed by fortune, but also that he possesses imnse talent. Although Moonfall Swordsmanship is technically an Eighth-Grade Martial Art, it surpasses even so Ninth-Grade Martial Arts."
’I didn’t expect just one move of Moonfall Swordsmanship would cause such an uproar,’ Wen Qingye thought. ’It seems the Moonfall Sword God’s influence in this place runs deep.’
Guu Lei’s right hand tightened on his sword as a powerful fighting spirit blazed in his eyes. His heart surged with emotion. ’So what if it’s Moonfall Swordsmanship? Even if the Moonfall Sword God himself were here today, I would still dare to challenge him!’
Facing him, Wen Qingye could directly feel the powerful battle intent radiating from Guu Lei.
"Wen Qingye, I originally thought I wouldn’t need this next move to defeat you," Guu Lei said slowly. "But it seems I’ve underestimated you."
Wen Qingye couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He wasn’t affected by Guu Lei’s words, but the aura that suddenly shot up from his opponent did give him a slight start.
"Autumn Leaves Fall Nine Tis!"
The power emanating from the sword in Guu Lei’s hand surged to a new peak. The blade emitted a golden halo that spread outward in concentric rings. Combined with Guu Lei’s cultivation at the Sixth Level of Refining Essence, its might was truly imposing.
PSSSH!
Several streams of Sword Qi suddenly erupted from the blade of Guu Lei’s sword, each one carrying a razor-sharp golden edge as they surged toward Wen Qingye.
"That’s the final move of Autumn Leaf Swordsmanship! Even though the Swordsmanship itself is a peak Sixth-Grade Martial Art, that one move is definitely on par with a peak Seventh-Grade Martial Art!"
"Guu Lei really is a genius to have mastered that move."
"Kunhuang Celestial Leaf, Falling from the Nine Heavens! What a formidable, powerful move!"
Watching the Sword Qi rush toward him, Wen Qingye knew he could no longer evade. His only option was to et it head-on.
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