233: Borrow eight thousand swords!

Chapter 233: Borrowing Eight Thousand Swords!

As Su Han's words fell, in an instant, the entire world seemed to have been muted.

After a brief silence, a strange and vast Spirit Energy fluctuation, centered around him, rippled outwards like waves.

This Spirit Energy fluctuation was invisible and colorless, yet it seemed to carry a mysterious magic, silently permeating every inch of the air.

The crowd present were first taken aback, then immediately noticed something unusual.

The Qingyun Sect Disciples lowered their heads one after another to look at the swords hanging from their waists. Those originally quiet and well-behaved swords were now trembling slightly, as if they had gained consciousness.

Some young Disciples subconsciously reached out to grasp their sword hilts, wanting to suppress this inexplicable tremor.

Their faces were full of confusion and doubt, and they muttered, "What's going on? My sword is acting so strangely today."

And the spare swords displayed nearby were not spared either, also emitting a faint buzzing sound, as if they had heard some mysterious summons.

At first, the trembling was extremely subtle, almost imperceptible unless one listened attentively.

But in the blink of an eye, the sound suddenly grew louder, as if a huge rock had been suddenly thrown into a calm lake.

Boom—!

In an instant, the entire Tongtian Peak echoed with the clear and stirring sound of swords humming.

This sound, at times like ten thousand horses galloping, their hooves shattering mountains and rivers with imposing momentum; at times like grand bells chiming together, shaking people's hearts and minds.

Everyone widened their eyes in astonishment, quickly glancing around, trying to find the source of the sound.

Just then, streaks of light were seen whistling in from all directions—they were Flying Swords.

Some Flying Swords broke free from the Disciples' tight grip, slipping out of their owners' hands, leaving a trail of light;

Others shot out from the depths of the various peaks' sword pavilions, like caged birds returning to the sky.

Thousands of Flying Swords converged into a steel torrent, carrying a biting wind, and surged towards the arena.

For a moment, everyone looked up at the sky, their faces filled with shock, their mouths wide enough to fit an egg, their hearts full of disbelief.

"This, this, this... What's going on?!"

The Incense Valley people were even more dumbfounded, frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time, their hearts full of suspicion and bewilderment at the scene before them.

Even Lü Shun and Shangguan Ce frowned deeply, their wariness towards Su Han increasing by a few points.

They secretly pondered, what kind of Divine Ability had this Su Han displayed?

As for the Qingyun Sect side.

The young Disciples' eyes were full of fervor and longing. They had never seen such a miraculous scene before, and their faces were flushed with excitement.

Although the older Disciples were more composed, they also showed expressions of shock at this moment. As they looked at each other, they all saw deep astonishment in the other's eyes.

"Su Han Shidi's technique... could he be called a Sword Immortal?!"

Dao Xuan Zhenren stroked his beard and smiled, nodding frequently, secretly sighing that Su Han's skill in controlling Flying Swords had surpassed the ordinary and reached the realm of the sacred, far exceeding his peers.

Zeng Shuchang slapped his hands together and laughed heartily, his laughter clear and unrestrained, not hiding the joy and surprise in his heart, and he didn't forget to tease his fellow Disciples beside him.

"Our Qingyun Sect has really stolen the spotlight this time!"

And on the arena.

"I will use these eight thousand swords to destroy your Master's Eight shortage Mysterious Fire Formation. That won't be an insult to his reputation!"

Su Han's robes fluttered. His complexion was pale, but his expression was focused.

At this moment, he was like the monarch of swords, commanding all the swords in the world.

Flying Swords circled above his head, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. The sunlight was cut into fragmented light and shadow, scattering down.

"Go!"

As his words fell.

Su Han suddenly raised his hand and pointed towards the Eight shortage Mysterious Fire Formation.

Buzz—!

In an instant, eight thousand Flying Swords whistled in unison, diving towards the fiercely burning Mysterious Fire Formation.

As the Flying Swords pierced into the Mysterious Fire Formation, the scorching flames instantly churned wildly.

Like enraged beasts, they attempted to swallow these outsiders.

But the number of Flying Swords was simply too many, coming one after another, endlessly.

Standing within the formation, Li Xun's face instantly turned deathly pale. He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within this wave of sword rain.

At that moment, not daring to slack off in the slightest, he desperately poured his own Spirit Energy into the formation, attempting to reinforce the Eight shortage Mysterious Fire Formation.

"Hold on!"

His hands rapidly formed seals, and he chanted incantations. Veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rained down. His originally dashing and unrestrained figure was now in a sorry state.

However, the impact force carried by the eight thousand Flying Swords was simply too powerful. Each sword carried Su Han's Spirit Energy and will, slamming fiercely against the magic formation.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound, like solid ice cracking, rang out. The Eight shortage Mysterious Fire Formation first appeared with several fine cracks.

Subsequently, the cracks spread rapidly, crawling over the entire formation like a spiderweb. The mysterious fire raging within the formation seemed to have had its spine removed, suddenly wilting, and the intensity of the fire rapidly diminished.

Li Xun's eyes widened, filled with terror and despair.

He frantically outputted Spirit Energy, but it was like a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot—futile.

"No! Impossible!"

Li Xun roared, his voice distorted.

Crack, crack...

Just then, countless sounds like shattering mirrors rang out—it was the sound of the Eight shortage Mysterious Fire Formation collapsing.

"Slay!"

As Su Han pointed again, the final wave of Flying Swords surged forward.

Under the impact of countless Flying Swords, the Eight shortage Mysterious Fire Formation finally collapsed with a roar.

The remaining mysterious fire exploded outwards, turning into sparks that dissipated in the air.

Li Xun, deprived of the formation's protection, faced Su Han's world-destroying strike head-on. In haste, he conjured a Magic Treasure shield, but the moment the Flying Swords touched it, the shield shattered like paper.

The Flying Swords stabbed directly towards Li Xun. He had nowhere to evade and could only close his eyes, waiting for death.

At this critical moment, a black figure shot forward—it was Shangguan Ce.

He let out a loud shout and threw out his famous Magic Treasure, the Nine Frost Condensing Ice Spike.

Instantly, rolling white mist surged out, carrying a powerful suction force, sweeping some of the Flying Swords into it.

Taking advantage of this brief interval, Shangguan Ce wrapped himself around Li Xun and retreated rapidly, fleeing far away from the arena's boundary.

Yet, even so.

Li Xun was still affected by the Flying Swords' residual power, spitting out a mouthful of blood and falling unconscious from severe injuries.

Shangguan Ce held the heavily injured Li Xun, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

The look he cast towards Su Han was full of apprehension and hatred, yet mixed with a hint of helplessness.

In today's match, Incense Valley originally had victory in their grasp, but Su Han intervened, leading to such a humiliating outcome. How could he swallow this anger?

But at this moment, he knew it wasn't the time to turn hostile and could only suppress his rage.

"We won!"

"Su Han Shidi is awesome!"

"..."

As for the Qingyun Sect side, cheers completely erupted, and the Disciples jumped up in excitement.

Dao Xuan Zhenren announced loudly, "In this match, my Qingyun Sect's Su Han defeated Incense Valley's Li Xun and is victorious!"

The sound echoed throughout Tongtian Peak, lingering for a long time.

Su Ru ran to her Senior Sister's side, holding her hand and laughing heartily.

Tian Buyi grinned widely, also laughing with particular joy.

And Zeng Shuchang seemed to still be savoring that shocking sword strike just now, constantly smacking his lips in admiration.

"Haven't seen him for a while, Su Han's strength has grown even stronger!"

"Cough, cough..."

At this moment, Su Han lightly coughed and looked at the Incense Valley people.

"Next, whose turn is it?"