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Jin Weichu finished his incantation, pressing the stone beads between his palms, forming a peculiar seal before tossing them into the air. The two beads hovered like eyes, radiating a faint glow.
The other six elders of Tianlang Palace followed suit, throwing their own Tianlang items into the air. These seven objects coalesced above, forming the outline of Tianlang.
The seven of them drew blood from their fingertips, using their Inner Energy to send the blood into the air, mixing it with the blood of Tianlang. As Jin Weichu and the others' momentum surged, the crimson light of Tianlang intensified, swirling into a blood mist that gradually formed a Tianlang pattern in the sky.
"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 more substantial and lifelike.
After a dozen seconds, the Tianlang expanded to three meters in length, vividly alive. It opened its mouth and unleashed a blade of wind 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 Earth's Hidden Sect.
Ye Xiaoying stood against the cliff, his gaze calm yet heavy with contemplation. 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 to witness it firsthand—whether it was a blessing or a curse remained uncertain.
Yet this thought flickered briefly in Ye Xiaoying's mind. At his level, he had learned to maintain an unruffled heart, undisturbed by ripples of anxiety.
He raised his black sword, and a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes. His aura suddenly became more contained while the black sword emitted a dark halo. Its momentum surged like an ancient magical artifact—sharp and chilling.
This sword was named Abyss.
The Abyss Black Sword's origins 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; with a gentle flick, ripples seemed to dance upon its surface, inscribed with archaic runes that exuded mystery.
Ye Xiaoying had carried the Abyss Black Sword since his youth as his personal weapon. Over sixty years had passed, and he had achieved a legendary unity of mind and sword with it.
Today's battle against the seven elders of Tianlang Palace would rival his past confrontation at Heavenly Lake Sword Discussion with Ishii Ansei. Ye Xiaoying's gaze flickered with intensity and excitement amidst his solemnity.
After twenty years of arduous training, it was time for his sword to be drawn.
His aura became so subdued that it almost rendered him invisible; all eyes naturally gravitated toward the Abyss Black Sword.
"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 the Abyss Black Sword, his momentum increased until he held it aloft against the roaring Tianlang and struck down with one decisive blow.
Having secluded himself for over twenty years amidst the heavy snows of Changbai Mountain, Ye Xiaoying had comprehended five forms of the Flying Snow Sword Technique—each form stronger 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 this sword energy approach, Jin Weichu and the others quickly summoned their Blood-colored Wolf. Tianlang raised its sharp claws to swipe at the incoming energy.
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