Zhu Xian: The way of heaven collapses, and I only have one sword!

Chapter 34 The Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition Finals!

Amidst the crowd's exclamations, the battle between Chen Qiye and Zhang Xiaofan reached a fever pitch. Relying on his tenacity and perseverance, Zhang Xiaofan withstood Chen Qiye's fierce attacks time and again. He had only one thought in mind: he couldn't lose so badly; he had to show everyone the backbone of the Dazhu Peak disciples.

Chen Qiye also sensed Zhang Xiaofan's determination. He suddenly leaped back, putting some distance between them and him, muttering to himself, "From all corners of the earth, clouds fill the sky. The divine talisman commands you to bring rain and wind, as fast as the law commands!"

In an instant, the sky was transformed, and the once azure sky was instantly covered by inky black clouds. The rolling dark clouds were like surging black waves, surging and converging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, bean-sized raindrops, wrapped in a majestic momentum, poured down from the sky. The raindrops hit the ground, splashing layers of water. Shallow puddles quickly formed on the ground, and the raindrops fell into them, stirring up circles of muddy ripples.

Raindrops streamed down Zhang Xiaofan's cheeks, his soaked clothes clinging to him. Chen Qiye was surrounded by rain, his hair dancing freely in the wind and rain, and the rain trickled down his tall nose, adding a touch of coldness and mystery.

Chen Qiye quickly formed seals with his hands and shouted again: "Nine Heavens respond to the origin, thunder roars everywhere, purple lightning descends, cleansing the world!"

With this command, a thick streak of purple lightning loomed within the dark clouds, like an ancient dragon poised for action. The lightning snaked through the clouds, emitting a deafening roar, each flash illuminating the world like daylight. The purple lightning thundered down, its target aimed directly at Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes widened as he wielded the fire stick in his hand. A strange glow emanated from it, counteracting the overwhelming purple lightning. Just as the lightning was about to strike him, Zhang Xiaofan jerked sideways, holding the fire stick horizontally in front of him, attempting to block the devastating blow with this crude magical weapon.

"Boom!" The purple lightning and the fire stick collided with a deafening roar. The powerful impact was like an invisible hurricane, shaking the surrounding crowd back repeatedly. A deep gully appeared on the ground, splashing mud and water everywhere. Zhang Xiaofan was shocked by this force, and his blood surged, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Chen Qiye was slightly stunned when he saw this. He quickly formed seals with his hands again and muttered to himself: "The sky and the earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law, the ten thousand swords return to their origin, break!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, gathering madly. The already turbulent black clouds were stirred even more by this force. Countless sword shadows seemed to appear and disappear among the clouds, emitting a low humming sound.

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand spiritual swords whistled down from the clouds, like meteors chasing the moon, carrying a devastating force as they pierced Zhang Xiaofan. Each sword was wrapped in a sharp sword energy, and wherever it passed, the air was cut and a sharp whistling sound was emitted.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan was covered in blood, with only the sound of the whistling wind in his ears. His vision was blurry, and the bright red blood almost covered his eyes.

If he could hear the shouts from outside, he would have heard the exclamations of the people from Dazhu Peak among the crowd below him.

Su Ru's lips lost their color. Looking at her little disciple who had almost turned into a bloody man in mid-air, she hurriedly and softly said to Tian Buyi, "Bu Yi, let Xiao Fan admit defeat. Let him admit defeat quickly."

Tian Buyi shuddered and stared at the air. After a moment, he shook his head slowly and firmly.

Zhang Xiaofan no longer felt the pain. He stopped in the ever-changing air, dazed for a moment, then reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes.

"Let's stop here." Chen Qiye took a deep breath and waved his hand. In an instant, the ten thousand spiritual swords, just inches away from Zhang Xiaofan, suddenly dissipated, transforming into tiny points of spiritual light that dissipated between heaven and earth. The strong wind and heavy rain on the arena suddenly died down, leaving only a mess and a bloodied, shaky Zhang Xiaofan.

Chen Qiye's figure flashed and he instantly came to Zhang Xiaofan's side, reaching out to firmly support his falling body.

The Qingyun disciples in the audience were silent for a moment, and then burst into deafening cheers and exclamations.

"You did a great job, Xiaofan." Chen Qiye said softly, with a hint of appreciation in his voice.

Zhang Xiaofan forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, his voice weak but firm: "Brother Qiye, I...have lived up to your guidance."

At this time, Taoist Master Daoxuan and the leaders of each sect walked onto the stage.

Taoist Master Daoxuan looked at the blood-stained Zhang Xiaofan, a glint of relief in his eyes. "Zhang Xiaofan, although you were defeated, you demonstrated the indomitable spirit of a Qingyun disciple." He then turned to look at Chen Qiye, his face brimming with pride. "Qiye, this battle of yours has allowed everyone to witness the brilliance of our Tongtian Peak, and has also showcased the exquisiteness of Qingyun Taoism."

Afterwards, Taoist Cangsong announced the results of the competition. Chen Qiye successfully advanced to the finals and will compete with Lu Xueqi for the championship of the "Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition".

After returning to the courtyard, Chen Qiye's body couldn't stop shaking, and the spiritual power in his body was already very disordered.

"Are you about to lose control? I hope everything goes well tomorrow." Chen Qiye took a deep breath and forced himself to sort out the spiritual power in his body.

As night fell, Chen Qiye labored in the courtyard, struggling to manage his chaotic spiritual energy. Every movement felt like thousands of steel needles piercing his body, the excruciating pain causing him to break out in a cold sweat. Moonlight fell on his resolute face, revealing his furrowed brow and his increasingly pale complexion.

The next morning, soft sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, falling onto Qingyun Mountain, tinting the towering mountain with a faint golden hue. Chen Qiye awoke early from his training. After a night of arduous breathing exercises, his chaotic spiritual energy had finally regained some semblance of calm. At this moment, all the Qingyun disciples had arrived at the square, leaving only the largest arena standing.

Chen Qiye stood on the stage, smiling slightly at the angel-like Lu Xueqi standing opposite him. At this moment, behind Lu Xueqi, the Tianya Sword emitted a faint blue light.

"Senior Sister Lu, don't forget the bet between us." Chen Qiye said.

Lu Xueqi was slightly stunned, and her thoughts instantly returned to the time when the two of them made the bet.

"If my ranking is higher than yours, would you dare to be my Taoist partner?"

Lu Xueqi's face flushed, and a different emotion flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her calm and cold expression. "Don't be distracted. Defeat me first."

When everyone saw Chen Qiye and Lu Xueqi step onto the stage, the Qingyun disciples cheered. Soon, the seven sect leaders arrived to watch the final of the Seven Sects Martial Arts Competition.

"Boom!" The sound of bells and tripods rang out, echoing on Tongtian Peak, and the surroundings quickly became quiet.

Lu Xueqi straightened her body and took a deep breath. The Tianya Sword was behind her, and the blue light gradually brightened. "Lu Xueqi, a disciple of Xiaozhu Peak, please teach me."

"I am Chen Qiye, a disciple of Tongtian Peak. Please teach me, Senior Sister!" As Chen Qiye finished speaking, a blue light flashed in his hand, and a long sword with a slender blade and ancient patterns engraved on the sword body appeared in his hand. There seemed to be a layer of hazy mist lingering on the sword body, flashing with a cold light like autumn water.

"Nine Heavens Divine Weapons, Autumn Water Without Trace! This is really an eye-opener. We can see two Nine Heavens Divine Weapons in the finals." Seeing the long sword in Chen Qiye's hand, all the Qingyun disciples exclaimed.

Taoist Cangsong glanced at the Qiu Shui Wuhen in Chen Qiye's hand, then turned to look at Taoist Daoxuan. If he remembered correctly, Qiu Shui Wuhen should be the sword of the leader.

Except for Tian Buyi and Shuiyue Zhenren, the heads of several other sects also looked at Daoxuan Zhenren with confusion.

As if sensing everyone's confusion, Taoist Master Daoxuan took a deep breath and said, "When Chen Qiye first joined Qingyun Sect, I accepted him as my disciple. During his first training session, he asked what reward he would receive if he could break through the fifth realm in one day. I promised him the Autumn Water Without Trace. I didn't expect this child to be so gifted and actually achieve this. He truly deserves this sword."

"Break through five realms in one day! That means Chen Qiye reached the fifth level of Jade Purity Realm on the first day!"

As Daoxuan's explanation finished, the audience erupted in an uproar, their gazes filled with shock and awe as they looked at Chen Qiye. Breaking through the fifth realm in a single day—this level of talent was unheard of, unseen. Even the usually composed aides couldn't help but flash with emotion.

Lu Xueqi didn't say anything more. She gently stroked her right hand, and the Tianya Sword behind her slowly rose up. The blue light became deeper and brighter.

Looking at the Tianya Sword, Chen Qiye nodded slightly, and then drew out the Qiu Shui Wuhen from the scabbard.

On the stage, the radiances of Lu Xueqi and Chen Qiye intertwined and clashed, like the sun and moon competing for brilliance, neither willing to retreat a single step. The blue light emanating from the Tianya Sword was pure and cold, like the chill of autumn water, seemingly capable of freezing everything in the world. The traceless, shimmering cold light of autumn water carried a profound ancient meaning, and each shimmering ray seemed to hold the power of the passage of time.

Feeling Qiu Shui Wuhen's throbbing, Chen Qiye was slightly stunned. The same was true for the Tianya Sword in Lu Xueqi's hand. It felt like two swords were fighting each other.

On the ring, something unexpected happened. Chen Qiye and Lu Xueqi did not fight immediately. Instead, they stared at each other without moving.

The next second, two magic swords soared into the sky. The Tianya magic sword was wrapped in surging blue sword energy, like a nimble blue dragon, breaking through the clouds. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a sharp whistling sound; the Qiu Shui Wuhen burst out with an ancient and sharp cold light, like a lightning that cuts through time and space, carrying the heavy power accumulated over the years, and intertwined with the blue light of the Tianya magic sword.

Two distinct sword energies collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar. For a moment, the wind and clouds shifted, and the entire Qingyun Mountain was shaken by this powerful force. Those on the ground could only feel the howling wind, rustling their clothes. Many people even lost their balance and retreated backwards.

At this moment, Chen Qiye and Lu Xueqi were both floating in the air, each holding a magic formula in their hands, controlling their respective magic swords with all their strength, their postures serious yet elegant.

In mid-air, spiritual energy surged through Chen Qiye and Lu Xueqi's bodies. Their gazes locked onto each other, their hand gestures constantly shifting as they exerted all their might on their divine swords. The Tianya Divine Sword and Qiu Shui Wuhen clashed fiercely, emitting sword energy like razor blades, shattering the surrounding clouds.

Chen Qiye shouted, his spiritual energy surging once again. He unleashed the top-tier swordsmanship of Tongtian Peak. Autumn Water's traceless sword flickered, and streams of ancient sword energy surged towards Lu Xueqi like waves. Lu Xueqi's beautiful eyes narrowed, her movements unhurried. With a flicker of her fingers, the Tianya Sword glowed with a powerful blue light, and she used her fierce sword moves to neutralize Chen Qiye's attacks one by one.

"Senior Sister Lu, I'll teach you another move. This one will be very cool." Chen Qiye raised his lips, revealing a confident smile. The spiritual energy around him surged wildly, like a ignited flame, burning more and more vigorously. He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered to himself: "Sword points to the sky, heart breaks through the chaos, body and sword coexist, reversing the world and turning the tide... Man and sword become one!"

(End of this chapter)