One Person: Revitalize the Sword Sect, Start with the Sword Challenge of the Ten Lords

Seeing this, Ye Lin's eyes flashed with a hint of ridicule, but he still chose to confront it head-on.

"Then let me see what strength you have!"

The Qi in his body surged wildly and his body expanded rapidly.

Zhao Guizhen's face was solemn, but he could not hide his excitement.

"Ancient magic is not vegetarian!"

As he shouted, the peach wood sword transformed into a holy blade of light, striking Ye Lin directly. This blade of light seemed to contain the sedimentation of time, making the surrounding air tremble.

Ye Lin sneered, and the yellow Qi in his body surged out like rolling waves, wrapping him into a golden-armored war god.

"You dare to show off your ancient skills in front of me?"

He exerted force with his legs, and the earth seemed to be shaking. He faced the light blade and punched out, trying to counter Zhao Guizhen's attack.

The two forces collided in mid-air, the roar of the explosion shaking the surrounding landscape, sending clouds of dust flying, and the spectators covering their ears and dodging. Amidst this violent collision, Zhao Guizhen's sword light and Ye Lin's Qi waves seemed to be engaged in a battle of ancient power, with neither side able to determine the winner.

"Hmph, your body is indeed strong, but that's not all I have!" Zhao Guizhen's eyes were fierce, and the peach wood sword in his hand changed its gesture again. The ancient runes rotated around the sword body, and the sword light became even brighter. With the momentum of burning the boats, he slashed towards Ye Lin.

Ye Lin was not willing to be outdone, the Qi flow in his body became more violent, he roared,

"Come on! Let's see who can last the longest!"

His figure was as swift as an arrow, and he faced the sword light head-on. The collision between the two was like the collapse of heaven and earth, and it was suffocating.

The battle entered a fierce stage, and the two men's moves became more and more fierce. It seemed that the surrounding space could not withstand such force and cracks began to appear.

Suddenly, Zhao Guizhen's body shook, as if he had found a flaw in Ye Lin's defense. The peach wood sword suddenly accelerated and pointed directly at Ye Lin's vital points.

Ye Lin's face turned stern, and he actually gave up defense at this moment. His body turned into a golden lightning, and he circled behind Zhao Guizhen at an incredible speed. He slapped out with both palms and hit Zhao Guizhen's back.

"You want to launch a sneak attack? I, Zhao Guizhen, am not an easy opponent!" Zhao Guizhen turned around suddenly, and the peach wood sword turned into countless lights and shadows, weaving an indestructible light net, blocking behind him. The two of them hit each other's defense almost at the same time.

"Ha! Come again!" Ye Lin's voice was full of provocation. The two men distanced themselves again, preparing to start a new round of fierce fighting.

Zhao Guizhen panted, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit. "Ye Lin, you are indeed a worthy opponent, but this battle is far from over!"

Ye Lin raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a playful smile, "Really? Then I'd like to see what other tricks you can come up with with your ancient arts!"

The duel between the two was like two violent storms, intertwined and breathtaking. Zhao Guizhen flicked his wrist, and an ancient talisman leaped from his fingertips, gleaming with a faint light. It then transformed into a sharp rune and shot out, heading straight for Ye Lin.

"Take it, the Three Purities Soul Calming Talisman!"

Zhao Guizhen's voice was calm and confident, as if everything was under his control.

Ye Lin's figure flashed, avoiding the rune like a phantom, and casually threw out a bronze mirror. The mirror surface instantly rippled, rebounding all the power of the rune. "Humph, you want to scare me with ancient runes, you are still a little naive!"

"Interesting, it seems you are quite knowledgeable about these unconventional methods."

A hint of admiration flashed in Zhao Guizhen's eyes, and then he formed seals with his hands and chanted an ancient spell. The air around him seemed to solidify, forming a small storm circle.

"Maoshan Secret Technique - Wind-Reversing Cloud Formation!"

Seeing this, Ye Lin frowned. He knew very well that once this secret technique was completed, he would be in an extremely passive situation.

Without hesitation, he took the Bagua steps, and several golden Qi streams appeared in his hands, which he slammed towards the center of the storm, trying to destroy Zhao Guizhen's formation.

"Let's see if your formation can withstand it!"

The collision of the Qi flow and the storm sparked a dazzling light. The power of the two rivaled each other, causing the surrounding space to tremble. Gradually, the storm began to weaken, and the advantage of the lightning gradually became apparent.

Zhao Guizhen's face was solemn. He didn't expect Ye Lin's strength to be so strong and should not be underestimated.

The reason why Ye Lin did not directly use the power of the Golden Dragon was because he wanted to see what kind of trump card Zhao Guizhen had, so he could learn from him.

Ye Lin smiled slightly, and instead of retreating, he advanced. The spiritual power surging in his body gathered in his palms, forming two rotating cyclones, heading towards Zhao Guizhen's peach wood sword.

The distance between the two people was rapidly shortening. Just when the sword energy was about to touch Ye Lin, he flashed and appeared at the side of Zhao Guizhen like a ghost. With a light pat, an invisible force pushed Zhao Guizhen into the air.

"Your basic skills are quite good, but unfortunately you only know one aspect and not the other."

Ye Lin's voice was calm yet contained a hint of instruction.

Zhao Guizhen steadied himself in the air, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed across his face.

"Hmph, a mere trifle! Look at my 'Eight Trigrams Qi Formation'!"

After saying this, the peach wood sword in his hand transformed into rays of light and shadow, instantly covering the entire battlefield, forming a complex Bagua pattern, each node of which contained powerful explosive power.

Ye Lin stared at the Bagua formation in front of him, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Interesting, but you seem to have forgotten what I'm good at."

Before he finished speaking, a golden lotus suddenly grew under his feet. Each petal exuded a gentle yet tenacious spiritual power. The power of the Bagua Formation seemed to be easily dissolved by the lotus.

"The power of the golden dragon is not for brute force." Ye Lin whispered, and with his palms clasped together, a golden dragon breath gushed out of his body, swirling around him, and then turned into a golden spear, pointing directly at Zhao Guizhen.

"You..." Zhao Guizhen was shocked. He realized that he had indeed underestimated the young man in front of him.

"Come on, the real contest has just begun." Ye Lin said with a smile, and the golden spear in his hand turned into lightning, piercing through the defense of the Bagua Formation, and collided with Zhao Guizhen's peach wood sword in the air, making a deafening sound.

During the battle, Zhao Guizhen suddenly changed his tactics. The peach wood sword turned into thousands of sword shadows, attacking Ye Lin like a rainstorm. At the same time, he chanted an ancient and mysterious spell, and the light of the Bagua formation became brighter, trying to trap Ye Lin in it.

Ye Lin looked calm, his feet on the lotus, his body spinning. Every lotus petal seemed to have life, facing the sword shadows and resisting them one by one.

His figure appeared extremely graceful in the interweaving of light and shadow. The golden dragon spear danced in his hand. Every swing was accompanied by a thunderous sound. The sword shadow and the spear light intertwined, making it dazzling.

"You are courting death!" Zhao Guizhen saw this, gritted his teeth, and went all out, ready to use his trump card.

"Really? Then let me see what else you can do!" Ye Lin's words were full of confidence. His golden dragon power seemed to have reached its peak at this moment. The golden light shone and the dragon roar resounded through the sky.

Just as Zhao Guizhen was about to release his final move, a sudden gust of wind blew away the sword shadows on the battlefield, and the Bagua formation also dissipated.

Ye Lin was seen standing in the void, lightly pointing the golden spear in his hand, and the shadow of a golden dragon surrounded his body, with an indomitable aura rushing towards him.