Chapter Thirty: Flower Sword Style

  On the Xing Tai stage, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Vinaya elder Wen Tianhe actually made a move against Ling Qingyan, a young man like this.

  "Shh..."

  At this, the disciples of the Tianjian Sect next to Xing Tai, whether they were outer sect disciples or inner sect disciples, all let out a sigh. At the same time, everyone's eyes were filled with indignation as they looked at the Law Enforcement Elder Wen Tianhe, while their eyes looking at Ling Qingyan were filled with worry.

  As for the actions of the Precepts Elder, everyone was indignant, but considering the Precepts Elder's accumulated prestige in the Tianjian Sect, they didn't dare to speak out.

  Hah! Hah!

  Elder Wen Tianhe suddenly appeared with a cyan long sword in his hand, and the cold light flickered between them. It was also an extremely rare divine soldier. "Hiss" With a sound, Wen Tianhe poured a thick purple true energy into the long sword without reservation, causing the air around the sword to ripple and spread out in an instant.

  If Jian Jun and others were present, they would recognize at a glance the long sword in Wen Tianhe's hand, which was one of the best divine weapons of the Tiangong Sect, "Qingfeng". It was used by Wen Tianhe's master and their Cloud Master. After Cloud Master's death, this "Qingfeng" naturally became his legacy and was passed on to Wen Tianhe.

  Whoosh!

  A dazzling purple sword light, as if from the sky, slashed down towards Ling Qingyan. Seeing this scene, all the Tianjian Sect disciples standing beside Xing Tai secretly wiped a cold sweat for Ling Qingyan. If this sword had landed, Ling Qingyan's body would have been split in two!

  Ling Qingwan had long been aware that Wen Tianhe might make a move against himself, and he had already built up his strength in advance, ready to strike at any moment. Now, seeing Wen Tianhe's sword descending towards him with a powerful and majestic true energy, Ling Qingwan suddenly infused his legs with true energy and retreated violently.

  At the same time, Ling Qingyan's hand also had an additional dark-colored long sword, which was exactly his Netherworld Sword. As soon as he drew out the Netherworld Sword, Ling Qingyan felt that something was off about it. Before he even infused his spiritual sense into it, a faint aura of bloodlust was already flowing from it. However, at this moment, Ling Qingyan didn't dare to think too much, for the Law Enforcer Elder Wen Tianhe was now trying to take his life.

  "Low-ranking martial artist!"

  Seeing the pale blue light scattered between Ling Qingyan's legs and on the dark long sword in his hand, all the Tianjian Sect disciples standing next to Xi Tai were shocked and exclaimed. Immediately, a series of noisy sounds rang out one after another...

  "How is it possible? He's actually a Qing-level warrior, and he's only a few years old?"

  "This... an eighteen-year-old Qing-level warrior! Our Tianjian Sect, when did we produce such a genius?"

  "No wonder the Vinaya elder called him Shidi, with such natural talent, no wonder..."

  ……

  "Look! He dodged the sword strike of the Law Elder again!"

  A sudden exclamation rang out through the crowd, and in an instant, the eyes of all the Tianjian Sect disciples around the stage were once again drawn to Ling Qingyan on the stage. It was seen that after dodging Wen Tianhe's casual slashing sword moves, when Wen Tianhe's sword momentum turned and came with a flat push and horizontal slash, Ling Qingyan once again seemed to know in advance, his legs filled with true energy, and with a burst of force against the ground, he shot up into the air.

  Hah! Hah!

  The purple true energy on Wēn Tiān Hé's sword, after Líng Qīng Yǎn dodged it, swept onto a steel pillar on the Zhí Xīng Tái with undiminished force. In an instant, sparks flew everywhere on the steel pillar. Afterwards, a clear, over one-centimeter-deep mark was left on the steel pillar where the purple true energy had passed.

  Ling Qingyan looked at the mark on the steel pillar, and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. Wen Tianhe was indeed a warrior of the same level as Fan Yiran, the Sword-Bearing Elder. Just this thick, purple True Energy alone was not something he could withstand at present. That sword just now, if he hadn't dodged it earlier, he would have definitely died on the spot!

  Moreover, Ling Qingyan discovered that facing Wen Tianhe, a purple-level warrior... he seemed to have no way to start. If he launched his sword technique and Wen Tianhe dodged it, the latter could directly launch a powerful attack at him, leaving him no time to withdraw or counterattack.

  Ling Qingyan also had to dodge at this time. He believed that the people here, including Jun and others, must have known about it long ago! That's why he dared to be so reckless. He never expected that Wen Tianhe, the Precept Master, had been here for so long, but Jun and others still hadn't arrived!

  My cheap senior brother is going to kill me!

  But Wen Tianhe saw that his two sword moves, mixed with thick true power, were dodged by Ling Qingyan. For a moment, he couldn't hold his face up either. His body moved, and from the starting posture, it was clear that he was about to launch the highest sword technique of the Tiān Jiàn Sect - "Tiān Jiàn Nine Forms"!

  "Not good!"

  This period of time has been spent practicing the Tianjian Nine Forms by Ling Qingyan, who is very familiar with every move and style of the Tianjian Nine Forms. He can see Wen Tianhe's opening move, but he doesn't know his plan. He also didn't think that the dignified Tianjian Sect's Precept Elder would use his ultimate sword technique against this young man from the start.

  Ling Qing Yan completely underestimated the position of Wen Yi in the heart of Wen Tian He, the elder of the Precepts. Wen Yi had been brought to the Heaven Sword Sect by Wen Tian He since he was a child and could be said to have been raised by him personally. The emotions were extremely deep.

  "I had previously used my spiritual awareness to anticipate the trajectory of Wēn Tiān Hé's sword, and dodged it at the most opportune moment," Líng Qīng Yǎn thought to himself, "but just now, Wēn Tiān Hé didn't use any sword techniques at all, only the most basic sword moves, chopping and slashing. And yet, he intends to unleash the Heavenly Sword Nine Styles..."

  Pale blue true energy suddenly surged into the dark and mysterious long sword in his hand, Ling Qingyan had already made the worst preparations, even if he really couldn't dodge it later, he could only hard-shoulder the Heavenly Sword Nine Styles cast by the Law Enforcer Elder Wen Tianhe!

  Tough!

  How magnificent! How proud!

  You should know that Wen Tianhe is a purple-level intermediate martial artist! While Ling Qingyan is only a green-level primary martial artist!

  Wen Tianhe's body moved again, taking a step that was both mysterious and wonderful. The purple light on his Qingfeng sword flashed, and the blade turned, releasing several purple lights that were confusing and entangled like a group of purple snakes. It was impossible to tell which one was the real sword at first glance. Wen Tianhe's body suddenly pressed towards Ling Qingyan, and the multiple virtual and real purple lights in his hand also rolled towards Ling Qingyan's location.

  Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

  Several sword lights flashed, bringing up several clear and sharp sword whistling sounds, constantly moving in front of Ling Qingyan.

  "Huajian Style!"

  The inner disciples of the Tiān Jiàn Sect next to the Zhí Xíng Platform were naturally very clear about the third move of the Tiān Jiàn Nine Forms. However, the feeling that this Precept Elder brought out was completely different from the feeling they brought out with their own hands. After all, the gap in true strength between them and Wēn Tiān Hé was right there, and Wēn Tiān Hé was a mid-grade Zi-level warrior.

  The disciples of the inner sect were all secretly wiping away cold sweat for Ling Qingyan at this time. The third move of the Tianjian Nine Forms was not difficult, and they could almost all perform it. It was precisely because of this that they all understood its subtleties.

  The third move of the Tianjian Nine Forms, "Huajian Style", emphasizes making the opponent unable to grasp or see the sword's trajectory, and striking with a real sword at the best moment. What Ling Qingyan dodged earlier was just the ordinary slashing of the long sword in the hands of Jielü Zōnglǎo. Now, although the true power on Jielü Zōnglǎo's Qingfeng Sword has not increased, his skills have reached a certain level, and at least they don't think Ling Qingyan can identify the "real sword" in Jielü Zōnglǎo's Huajian Style.

  After all, one was a green-level beginner and the other was a purple-level intermediate, the gap in their true strength was too great. With different true strengths, the speed at which they executed the Flower Sword Style was also worlds apart.

  ………

  Behind Ling Qingyan was the location of another steel column on the execution platform, and at this moment, he could no longer retreat! It was even more impossible to dodge left or right to give up his back! Facing the majestic purple sword lights of Wen Tianhe, Ling Qingyan's spiritual consciousness suddenly expanded outward, merging with Wen Tianhe's "Flower Sword Style" that unfolded in multiple purple sword lights...

  Suddenly, Ling Qingyan's face turned pale with fright, his heart shocked to the core. He bellowed: "Too fast! Too fast! My spiritual sense is useless! I couldn't grasp it at all!"

  At this time, Ling Qingyan also felt that he was indeed a bit impulsive this time! These things, he hadn't even calculated.

  No! I won't die!!

  My father and mother have only me as their son. If I die, how sorrowful they will be! If I die, the Ling family's status will plummet once again!

  "Die! Haha!"

  Wen Tianhe's face was twisted in a ferocious scowl, his eyes fixed intently on Ling Qingwan's pale cheeks. Amidst the flashes of purple sword light in his hand, one ray suddenly broke free and shot straight towards Ling Qingwan's neck with a soft "whoosh".