227: Chapter 227 Xuan Tie Sword Technique

Lin Tian walked onto the arena, and someone was already standing on the opposite side.

A Genius Disciple from Chixia Peak, he had a burly build, and his Qi and blood were so full that they seemed to be overflowing from his pores.

This person was named Zhao Qingyi. He was considered a notable figure among the younger generation of Chixia Peak. His cultivation was at the Late Stage of the Fifth Grade, and his fist techniques were fierce and domineering; he had won his previous matches without much effort.

However, as he stood opposite Lin Tian at this moment, the expression on his face was as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

He had watched the battle between Lin Tian and Xu Fei very clearly. Everyone present had experienced how fast Xu Fei's Shadow Movement Technique was, but Lin Tian's movement technique was even faster—so fast that he could leave an afterimage behind Xu Fei without being detected.

He asked himself, and he knew he could not handle such speed.

Therefore, as soon as the Referee Elder announced the start, Zhao Qingyi let out a low shout, stomped heavily on the ground, and his figure suddenly dashed backward several zhang, retreating directly to the edge of the arena.

At the same time, his Qi and blood surged, and a crimson-red energy burst out from within his body, forming a thick shield of Qi and blood around him.

He would respond to all changes with constancy.

He had made up his mind not to give Lin Tian the opportunity to use his movement technique to flank him. "As long as you dare to approach, I will meet you head-on. At worst, we will both end up injured."

Seeing this, the crowd below nodded one after another. This coping strategy was very clever. To deal with an opponent with fast movement techniques, stabilizing one's position to prevent him from sneaking close was indeed the safest method.

Everyone thought Lin Tian would once again display that strange movement technique.

However, Lin Tian did not.

He stood in place, his right hand gripping the autumn water sword at his waist.

Inside the scabbard, the blade emitted a clear, low hum. The next instant, the autumn water sword was unsheathed with force.

Clang!

A biting sword light bloomed in the night sky, like autumn water spanning the air. Lin Tian took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and the Xiaguang Sword Technique was instantly unleashed.

One sword, five lights.

Five streaks of sword light, like five flowing clouds, cut through the night, carrying a sharp whistling sound as they slashed toward Zhao Qingyi from five different angles simultaneously.

The speed of the sword light and the trickiness of the angles were countless times more brilliant than the Xiaguang Sword Technique Chen Bin had displayed in the elimination rounds.

Zhao Qingyi's pupils shrank violently. The shield of Qi and blood he had set up was like paper in front of the sword light. The five sword lights slashed down almost simultaneously, shattering the shield instantly. A mountain-toppling, sea-overturning Sword Qi surged forward. He retreated seven or eight steps, his feet plowing two deep furrows into the bluestone ground, but in the end, he could not stabilize himself and fell directly off the arena.

One sword.

From beginning to end, he only used one sword.

The entire audience was in an uproar.

"This... what sword technique is this?"

"Xiaguang Sword Technique! It is the Xiaguang Sword Technique of Zixia Peak! But how can it have such great power?"

"His sword technique is more than a grade stronger than Chen Bin's. This is at least the Perfection Realm!"

The crowd below exploded. Previously, everyone thought Lin Tian was a master of movement techniques, but they did not expect his sword technique to be so strong as well. Sending Zhao Qingyi, who was at the Late Stage of the Fifth Grade, flying with one sword—this was not something that could be achieved by movement techniques alone.

On the Zixia Peak side, several Elders were once again dumbfounded. Previously, they thought Lin Tian only had fast movement techniques, but now it seemed that this kid's sword technique was his true killer move.

The Referee Elder stepped forward and announced loudly: "Zixia Peak's Lin Tian, wins!"

Lin Tian sheathed his sword and walked off the arena with a calm expression.

The competition continued.

The subsequent matches were equally exciting. Geniuses from various peaks took turns to compete; some fought with increasing courage, while others regrettably lost by a single move. On the arena, fist winds roared and blades and swords flashed; every match made the Disciples below tremble with excitement.

Qiao Yiyi also took the stage. Her opponent was a female Disciple from Bixia Peak. Both were at the Late Stage of the Fifth Grade, sword technique against sword technique, and they fought to a standstill.

In the end, relying on her superior movement technique, Qiao Yiyi found an opening, tapped her sword on the opponent's wrist, knocked the opponent's weapon away, and won the match.

Zixia Peak added another point.

However, soon after, the names for another match were called out by the Referee Elder, and the atmosphere of the entire arena was instantly ignited.

"Moxia Peak's Xu Ying, versus Xuanxia Peak's Xuan Fei."

As soon as these two names were mentioned, there was a commotion below.

Xu Ying, the number one Genius of Moxia Peak, his Shadow Movement Technique had reached the Transcendent Realm, and his speed was so fast that even Xu Fei could not catch up. He could be said to be the number one in movement techniques in this Seven Peaks Tournament.

Xuan Fei, the number one Genius of Xuanxia Peak, his Xuan Iron Sword Technique was used to Perfection, combining both offense and defense, and he had not tasted defeat in any previous battles.

The duel between these two was definitely a battle between a Dragon and a tiger.

On the arena, the two stood opposite each other. Xu Ying had a slender figure and was dressed in black; standing there, he looked like a shadow merging into the night. Xuan Fei had a tall and straight figure, holding a broad and thick Xuan iron sword in his hand. The blade was pitch-black and lusterless, yet it exuded a heavy sense of oppression.

Xu Ying spoke first, his tone relaxed, as if chatting with an old friend: "The last time we fought, it must have been three years ago, right?"

Xuan Fei nodded expressionlessly.

Xu Ying curled his lips, revealing a meaningful smile: "Last time you lost to me. I wonder if your strength has improved this time?"

Xuan Fei snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp: "Losing to you last time was just because you were lucky. This time, I will not lose again."

As his voice fell, the Xuan iron sword in his hand shook violently. A fierce sword light tore through the air, carrying a heavy whistling sound as it stabbed directly at Xu Ying's face. The sword techniques of Xuanxia Peak were not known for being flashy, but every sword strike was heavy and powerful, with unparalleled might.

However, Xu Ying did not care at all.

His figure flickered, and he instantly turned into countless afterimages, scattering across the arena. Xuan Fei's sword pierced through three afterimages but did not touch Xu Ying's true body in the slightest.

The next instant, Xu Ying's true body appeared silently beside Xuan Fei.

He struck out with his right palm. The moment it was struck out, the palm turned pitch-black as ink, faintly emitting a strange and cold aura. This palm strike, wrapped in the power of shadow, slammed toward Xuan Fei's ribs.

Xuan Fei reacted extremely quickly. With a cold snort, he twisted his wrist, and the Xuan iron sword swept out horizontally, the blade precisely intercepting the black palm.

Clang!

The collision between palm and sword actually emitted a sound like Golden Spears and Iron Horses. That pitch-black palm seemed not to be flesh and blood, but some kind of tempered metal; it clashed hard with the Xuan iron sword and remained unscathed.

Xuan Fei shook his long sword, and the sword light was like a curtain, continuing to attack Xu Ying. However, relying on his absolute advantage in movement technique, Xu Ying moved freely within the sword light, occasionally approaching Xuan Fei's side from strange angles. His pitch-black palm would strike, grab, or punch, with every move aiming at Xuan Fei's vital points.

The crowd below watched with trepidation.

The pitch-black palm was clearly poisonous; if he were struck, the consequences would be unimaginable. As long as Xuan Fei took one hit, this battle would likely be over.

But Xuan Fei's strength also far exceeded everyone's imagination. The Xuan iron sword in his hand danced impenetrably; pieces of sword light appeared around his body, like a wall of bronze and iron, blocking all of Xu Ying's attacks outside his body.

The two fought for dozens of moves, yet not a single one of Xu Ying's strange and unpredictable pitch-black palms could actually land on Xuan Fei.

In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for over a hundred moves, and it was still difficult to distinguish a winner.

Just when everyone thought this battle would go on until the end of time, Xu Ying suddenly let out a cold shout.

"Shadow Unparalleled!"

He waved his palms continuously, striking out patches of palm shadows that were pitch-black as ink. At the same time, he pushed his movement technique to the limit, pulling out a dozen afterimages across the arena, with every afterimage striking out with a palm simultaneously.

Looking from afar, it seemed as if a dozen Xu Yings were teaming up to besiege him; the overwhelming black palm shadows surged toward Xuan Fei from all directions.

Everyone below held their breath.

Xuan Fei's expression was grave, and he danced the Xuan iron sword in his hand to the limit. Sword light surged from his body like a tide, turning into an impenetrable curtain of swords, sweeping in all directions to resist the omnipresent palm shadows.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Palm shadows and sword light clashed crazily, the roaring sound was endless, and the entire arena trembled violently. Violent waves of energy swept out from the arena, blowing the torches below until they swayed violently.

After a few breaths, all the afterimages and palm shadows dissipated simultaneously.

Xu Ying's figure flickered, and he retreated to the edge of the arena, standing with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

Opposite him, Xuan Fei also stopped dancing his sword, standing in place holding the Xuan iron sword, his chest rising and falling slightly.

The crowd below stretched their necks, looking eagerly. Who won and who lost?

Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "Look! There is a palm print on Xuan Fei's body!"

Everyone looked closely and saw that on the robe on Xuan Fei's chest, there was a pitch-black palm print clearly imprinted. The palm print was deeply embedded in the fabric, with wisps of black Qi emerging from the edges, which was shocking to behold.

Xuan Fei looked down at the palm print on his chest, his face livid. After a moment of silence, he finally sighed. He retracted the Xuan iron sword, cupped his fists at Xu Ying, turned, and walked off the arena.

The Referee Elder announced loudly: "Moxia Peak's Xu Ying, wins!"