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

Ye Lin stood condescendingly in front of Zhao Guizhen, his eyes cold and scornful. "Use whatever tricks you have quickly. I'll give you a chance."

Zhao Guizhen barely managed to stand up, with blood at the corner of his mouth and a fire of unwillingness to admit defeat burning in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then took out two yellow talismans from his arms.

His eyes flashed with determination and indomitable spirit. He swallowed the talisman in one gulp and then closed his eyes.

A warm force instantly spread through his body, like a long-withered tree rapidly revived after being moistened. Zhao Guizhen felt a tremor throughout his body, as if strength had surged back into his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, a confident smile appeared on his face, and he held the peach wood sword tightly in his hand.

"Did you think I would be defeated so easily?"

Zhao Guizhen's tone was full of challenge, "Next, it's my turn to show you some real Taoist magic!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Guizhen flashed, and the peach wood sword in his hand drew a golden light, and attacked Ye Lin fiercely. Ye Lin's eyes focused slightly, and with a wave of his right hand, the golden spear coiled around him like a spirit snake, protecting his whole body.

"Oh, just a Taoist magic," Ye Lin sneered. He moved nimbly and skillfully avoided Zhao Guizhen's attack. "Watch me!"

As Ye Lin finished speaking, the golden spear instantly became blazing, flowing like lava, emitting a scorching heat wave. Ye Lin took a sudden step forward and thrust the spear at Zhao Guizhen. The force of the spear was astonishing, and a "whoosh" sound pierced the air.

Zhao Guizhen didn't dare to be careless and quickly cast a spell. A layer of green light suddenly appeared on the peach wood sword, and he rushed towards the golden spear. "Ding!" The clash of gold and wood erupted in dazzling sparks, and both were knocked back several steps by the huge force.

Seeing this, Zhao Guizhen gritted his teeth and chanted the spell again. The peach wood sword suddenly turned into thousands of light points and flew away, like stars scattered in the night sky. Each light point was like a tiny meteor, shooting towards Ye Lin.

Ye Lin frowned slightly upon seeing this, but his reaction was still quick. He swung his golden spear tightly, forming a solid shield in front of him.

Points of light rained down on the barrier woven by the golden spears, and each collision made a clanging sound. Although the two seemed evenly matched, Ye Lin's eyes gradually became sharper.

Suddenly, he seized an opportunity, rushed forward, and delivered a side kick straight to Zhao Guizhen's abdomen. The latter was caught off guard and doubled over in pain.

"Is that all you can do?" Ye Lin sneered, "I thought you had some new tricks."

However, Zhao Guizhen was not discouraged. On the contrary, his eyes became even more determined. Struggling to stand up, he took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands, and muttered something.

In an instant, there was a faint sound of vibration coming from the ground, and a strong natural breath filled the air.

The winds around him seemed to be responding to his spell, blowing up yellow sand all over the sky and blocking his view.

"Wind! Fire!" Zhao Guizhen shouted suddenly, and the shadowy mass of light formed by the peach wood sword regrouped around him and began to burn fiercely, as if it had transformed into a fiery dragon swirling around him. At this moment, he appeared majestic and solemn, completely different from his previous defeated appearance.

Ye Lin narrowed his eyes, obviously concerned about this situation.

"Interesting..." he whispered.

"But it's impossible to defeat me with this!"

After saying this, he also gathered all his spiritual strength, and the luster on the golden spear became even brighter than before, almost to the point where it was impossible to look directly at it.

Two powerful forces pulled at each other between them, and the entire venue was shrouded in this oppressive feeling.

The peach wood sword in Zhao Guizhen's hand was no longer a simple wooden sword, but seemed to be integrated with the surrounding power of heaven and earth.

As he uttered the low but powerful words "Nine Heavens Dragon Attracting Art", the flaming light and shadow suddenly turned into a huge red fire dragon, tumbling and flying in the air, and finally headed straight for where Ye Lin was.

The entire air seemed to be heated up a bit, giving people the illusion of being near a volcano.

Feeling the oncoming heat wave, Ye Lin's eyes became more fierce.

The golden spear trembled slightly in his hand, and then it rushed forward like an arrow from a bow. At the same time, a golden light flowed down the spear until it converged into a point of dazzling light at the tip. This light almost made everyone involuntarily close their eyes, fearing that the strong light would burn their eyes.

"break!"

With a loud shout, a long and bright beam of light shot out from the golden spear held by Ye Lin and crashed into the approaching huge fire dragon at an extremely fast speed.

When the two met, there was a deafening roar, and the entire venue seemed to be shaking at this moment.

After several consecutive shock waves, the once majestic fire dragon finally exhausted its power and gradually dissipated; however, just when everyone thought that everything was over, a figure suddenly flashed in the smoke and dust.

"It's not over yet..." Zhao Guizhen's voice came coldly. Although his breath was a little hurried, his eyes were still firm.

Ye Lin's heart trembled slightly. He had already noticed that the other side was brewing a new offensive.

However, he did not panic, instead a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Come on, let us see all your skills!"

Then he gripped the golden spear tightly with both hands, taking a defensive stance, waiting for the impending storm-like fierce attack.

"as you wish!"

This time, without the need for any props or media, Zhao Guizhen simply stretched out his right palm and pressed it into the air.

Countless tiny sparks of electricity began to gather at his fingertips, quickly forming a constantly rotating ball of energy emitting a faint blue glow.

"The Thunder Spirit has arrived!"

At that moment, Zhao Guizhen suddenly raised his arm, and the energy ball was hurled downwards. It left behind a trail of tiny but extremely dangerous arcs, interweaving into a web that attempted to trap its target...

Faced with this sudden attack, Ye Lin did not hesitate at all. He concentrated all his strength on his feet and suddenly jumped up explosively.

His figure cut through the sky like an extremely agile roc, easily passing over the dense and complex power grid layout, and headed straight for Zhao Guizhen's head.

"Hey, do you think it's that easy to defeat me?!"

Ye Lin shouted loudly, stabbing at his opponent with his gun in both hands. At the same time, Zhao Guizhen's attack had already reached him, and there were only a few meters between them...