Chapter 24: Heaven Sword Nine Styles Eighth Style

  Hoo! Hoo!

  In Ling Qing's outstretched hand, a faint blue true energy was constantly rotating on the surface of the Long Sword of Youming, with increasing speed. The dazzling sword light, centered on the hilt, spun up layer upon layer of cyan eye-catching whirlpools.

  Ling Qing's sharp eyes stared intently at a small tree about ten meters in front of him, and then his mind moved, the dark blue long sword mixed with thick and shallow true energy had already flown out of his hand.

  Crack! Crack!

  A brilliant blue light flashed across the sky, directly rolling towards the top of a small tree in front, withering and crumbling, the branches instantly breaking off, and the leaves on the broken branches also fell to the ground.

  The blue sword light, after sweeping away a few branches, did not diminish in momentum. It seemed to have grown eyes as it turned left and, with several shrill whistling sounds, swept towards another small tree on the other side... Similarly, it shattered and broke off several branches, which fell to the ground.

  At this moment, the green sword light suddenly trembled a few times, and then seemed to lose control, rushing straight towards the small tree below. The dazzling sword light still contained extremely thick true power, directly lifting several pieces of turf on the lawn, revealing the gray mud under the turf.

  Whoosh!

  The pale blue light on the Yōmei Long Sword flickered on the lawn for a few seconds before gradually disappearing. The dark body of the Yōmei Long Sword also appeared, inserted between the mud and the cut grass.

  "It still won't work!"

  Upon witnessing this scene, Ling Qingyan's mouth curled up into a bitter smile. He slowly walked towards the location of the Youming Long Sword and drew it out. As he gazed at the sword in his hand, Ling Qingyan clearly felt an unbreakable bond with it. Over the past three years, the Youming Long Sword had been nurtured by Ling Qingyan's consciousness and Blood Evil Qi, and now that it was in his grasp, the unfamiliar feeling from three years ago had long since vanished.

  "This Tianjian Ninth Style Eighth Form is indeed difficult," Ling Qingyan sighed and shook his head, feeling emotional.

  For the past three years, Ling Qingyan has fully mastered the first seven forms of the Tianjian Jiushi. He also thoroughly understands the essence of these seven forms. What remains is only the actual application in real combat. Real combat refers not to the cautious sparring between Ling Qingyan and Hou Jin, but to a true life-or-death struggle!

  The sword technique that can kill is the strongest. Otherwise, no matter how dazzling and beautiful it is, it's just a facade.

  While the ninth form of the Heavenly Sword, "No Sword Form", had been practiced by Ling Qingwan for more than half a year, he had only just grasped the surface. There was still a considerable distance to go before mastering the sword form. Now, Hou Jin could no longer teach Ling Qingwan anything, nor could even the Elder of the Sword Sect, Fan Yiran, if he were to come in person.

  The last two moves of the Tianjian Nine Forms are also the most difficult ones. The Tianjian Sect has been passed down for many years, and there are many people who have cultivated the first seven forms; however, only a handful of people in each generation can cultivate the eighth form. As for those who have reached the state of great completion by cultivating the ninth form, they are even rarer. Just looking at the fact that the sect master Lian Jun of the Tianjian Sect had only achieved the state of great completion in the Tianjian Nine Forms more than ten years ago, one can know how difficult it is to cultivate the Tianjian Nine Forms to the state of great completion. It's worth noting that Sect Master Lian Jun had already mastered the eighth form of the Tianjian Nine Forms thirty years ago!

  The first seven forms of the Tianjian Nine Forms may still be shared with others, but from the eighth form onwards, it requires personal enlightenment and no one else can help. This is also why Ling Qingyan and Hou Jin have been practicing separately for half a year, each searching for their own understanding. At this point, both Ling Qingyan and Hou Jin view each other as opponents, wanting to see who will first grasp the eighth form of the Tianjian Nine Forms. Of course, in this regard, Hou Jin has an advantage, having undergone many years of cultivation, he is only one step away from fully mastering the eighth form.

  ………

  After pulling out the Long Sword of Youming from the ground, Ling Qingyan did not swing the sword in his hand again, but instead came to the side where Hou Jin was standing and stood together with Liu Yanran.

  "Little brother."

  Even after three years, Ling Qingyan was already more than half a head taller than him, but Liu Yanran still called him that way. In her eyes, no matter how tall or big Ling Qingyan grew, he would always be the young man who took her on a stroll in Moyun City back then.

  "Hmm," Ling Qingyan smiled in response to Liu Yanran, but his gaze immediately shifted to Hou Jin. At this moment, Hou Jin was also accumulating energy to unleash the eighth move of the Tianjian Nine Forms, "Wujian Style".

  Different from the starting pose of Ling Qingyan's eighth style, Hou Jin's body slightly tilted forward, and the long sword in his hand rotated like a blooming flower, gradually, bursts of blue light suddenly emerged from the continuously rotating sword glow, becoming increasingly dazzling.

  Ling Qingyan looked at the blue true energy protruding from Hou Jin's hand, and his heart moved. This Hou Jin, judging by the color of his true energy, had already vaguely approached that deep blue, and it was likely that before long, Tianjian Sect would have another blue-level late-stage warrior.

  After staying in the Tianjian Sect for three years, Ling Qingyan also understood that except for the sect master Lian Jun, who was a first-generation purple-level warrior, there were only two purple-level initial-stage warriors among the second-generation disciples. Among the second-generation disciples, almost all were blue-level warriors, of course, there were exceptions, such as Liu Yanran, and the grandson of the Precept Elder "Wen Yi".

  "Perhaps, this time, he will be the third purple-level warrior among the second-generation disciples," Ling Qingyan's heart inexplicably stirred, and this strange thought emerged.

  Hiss! Hiss!

  While Ling Qingyan was still thinking, Hou Jin's hand had already formed a spiral of blue sword light that shot out, its target being the small tree in the distance.

  With two "ka" sounds, several branches of the first small tree broke off and fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the blue sword light turned a corner and rolled towards the second small tree at an undiminished speed, and the second small tree followed in the footsteps of the first one. After sweeping past the second small tree, the blue sword light continued to sweep towards the third small tree on the right side, with a momentum that was as swift and fierce as thunder...

  When the dazzling blue sword light swept over the fifth small tree, it suddenly turned around and swept towards Hou Jin's direction.

  Looking at the blue sword light, it was only about 5 or 6 meters away from Hou Jin. Hou Jin had also stretched out his right hand to receive it... Ling Qingyan was stunned, could it be that Hou Jin had already mastered the eighth move of the Tianjian Nine Forms?

  Then, a surprising scene appeared.

  Just as the blue sword light was about to fall into Hou Jin's hands, it suddenly and strangely turned left, sweeping past Hou Jin's right hand, and in an instant, it moved further and further away from him. With a "whoosh" sound, it plunged into the grass on Hou Jin's right side, also lifting up several pieces of turf.

  "Haha!"

  "Haha!"

  Seeing this scene and then seeing the shock on Hou Jin's face, Ling Qingyan and Liu Yanran both burst out laughing without any image. Just a little bit...