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Jin Weichu finished his incantation and pressed the stone beads between his palms, forming a peculiar seal. He then tossed the beads into the air, where they hovered like two eyes, emitting a faint glow.
The other six elders of Tianlang Palace followed suit, throwing their own Tianlang items into the air. These seven objects converged in the sky, forming an outline of Tianlang.
The seven of them pricked their fingertips, squeezing out a drop of blood, which they infused with Inner Energy and sent into the air to mix with the blood of Tianlang. As their momentum surged, the crimson light of Tianlang intensified, swirling into a blood mist that gradually coalesced into a Tianlang pattern.
"Long!" Jin Weichu shouted softly, prompting the other six elders to echo his call. They infused their essence and Inner Energy once more, causing the Tianlang pattern in the air to grow rapidly, becoming increasingly vivid and lifelike.
Within ten seconds, the Tianlang had grown to three meters long, appearing incredibly realistic. It opened its mouth and unleashed a wind blade that shattered a piece of Qing Yan.
The onlookers were left speechless, utterly astonished. Jiang Chen couldn't help but smile; indeed, there were some remarkable things within the Hidden Sect of Earth.
Ye Xiaoying stood against the cliff, her gaze calm yet heavy. With his current swordsmanship, he could confidently face anyone in a one-on-one duel. However, taking on seven opponents was still quite daunting. Moreover, he had heard much about the formidable reputation of Tianlang Palace's Tianlang Qiankun Formation. Typically, the elders would not resort to using it; today was a rare opportunity for him to witness it firsthand—whether it was a blessing or a curse remained uncertain.
Yet this thought was fleeting in Ye Xiaoying's mind. At his level, he had learned to maintain a tranquil heart, undisturbed by ripples of anxiety.
He raised his black sword, and a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, his aura retracted inward while the black sword emitted a dark halo. His presence surged like an ancient magical artifact—sharp and chilling.
This black sword was named Abyss.
The origins of Abyss were unknown; it was not recorded in ancient texts. However, its power was no less than that of Hua Xia's Top Ten Famous Swords. The blade was as dark as abyssal waters; when lightly flicked, it seemed to ripple with energy. Ancient inscriptions adorned its surface, shrouded in mystery.
Ye Xiaoying had carried Abyss with him since his youth as his personal sword. Over sixty years had passed; he had reached a legendary state where he and Abyss were one in spirit.
Today’s battle against the seven elders of Tianlang Palace would be no less significant than his past duel at Heavenly Lake Sword Discussion against Ishii Ansei. Ye Xiaoying's gaze flickered with intensity and excitement amidst the gravity of the moment.
After twenty years of arduous training, it was time for his sword to be drawn.
His aura became so subdued that it almost made him invisible; all eyes were drawn irresistibly to Abyss.
"Flying Snow Sword Technique, First Form: Snow Falls on Earth," Ye Xiaoying whispered suddenly before dancing through the air with his sword. With each movement of Abyss, his momentum grew stronger until he held the sword aloft against the roaring Tianlang and executed a decisive strike.
Having secluded himself in the heavy snow of Changbai Mountain for over twenty years, he had comprehended five forms of Flying Snow Sword Technique—each form more powerful than the last.
As he slashed down with the black sword, a wave of black sword energy surged forth like a roaring black dragon.
Seeing the sword energy approaching, Jin Weichu and the others quickly summoned Blood-colored Wolf. The Tianlang raised its sharp claws and swiped down at the incoming energy.
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