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Qin Yuan paused slightly in the face of this sudden attack.

The power of this sword strike was indeed beyond his expectations; even with his current strength, he felt a sense of threat.

Just then, a faint light suddenly appeared on the sword mark between his eyebrows.

The sword mark seemed to come alive, emanating a restless energy.

Qin Yuan could sense the terrifying power contained within awakening.

With just a little effort, he can unleash a devastating attack.

But Qin Yuan shook his head secretly, gently stroking his brow with his right hand to soothe the restless energy.

The power within this sword mark is too immense; even if the remnant immortal were here, he would be annihilated by a single strike.

Using it to deal with these remnant immortal projections would be a huge waste.

Qin Yuan formed a hand seal, and the power of chaos condensed into a cyan longsword in his palm.

The sword is crystal clear, with countless severing runes faintly visible flowing within it, each rune containing the meaning of severing heaven and earth.

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the sword-intercepting technique.

A streak of azure sword energy shot into the sky, like an inverted celestial river, heading towards the dense net of swords.

Two completely different sword intents collided in the void, unleashing a deafening roar.

The red sword net and the blue cleaver intertwined, weaving a spectacular scene in the sky.

A terrifying energy surge swept across the surrounding area, and all living beings within a radius of tens of thousands of miles felt this oppressive force, kneeling on the ground and trembling in fear.

The sword net of the Sword Valley Immortal was actually severed by this intercepting sword strike, turning into countless fragments that scattered.

He hadn't expected Qin Yuan to not only withstand his attack but also display such profound swordsmanship.

This piqued his interest.

"Interesting, really interesting."

The figure of the Sword Valley Immortal emerged completely from the bronze sword.

"Since you are proficient in swordsmanship, then I will show you the true way of the evil sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

The longsword in his hand emitted a faint green light, and countless distorted faces appeared on its blade.

Those were powerful figures he had slain; their souls were imprisoned in the sword after death, never to be reborn.

Sword Valley Immortal held his swords in both hands and pointed them towards the sky.

Instantly, countless streaks of dark green sword energy shot into the sky, intertwining in the air to form a massive sword array.

The imprisoned spirits struggled and howled within the sword formation, emitting chilling sounds.

Qin Yuan remained calm as he faced the sinister sword formation.

The cyan longsword in his hand trembled slightly, and the light of the intercepting runes grew brighter, as if responding to the wails of those ghosts.

The power of primordial chaos circulated within him, preparing him for the impending attack.

"You don't understand swords at all."

Qin Yuan held a cyan longsword, the slashing characters on the blade shining brightly, illuminating the entire sky.

He made a hand seal with his left hand and held a sword in his right.

A mysterious sword intent surged from his body, perfectly merging with the power of primordial chaos.

With this sword, he intended to sever the last glimmer of life from these tormented spirits.

Amidst the flashing sword light, a pure azure ray pierced the sky.

This sword strike may seem ordinary, but it contains the profound truth of cleaving the heavens and severing the earth.

Wherever the sword energy passed, those eerie green spirits were not destroyed, but were instead enveloped by a gentle power.

Under the influence of this power, the curses on the countless wandering spirits gradually dissipated.

They broke free from the imprisonment of the remnant immortals of Sword Valley, transforming into specks of light that drifted towards the sky.

As the vengeful spirits were released, the eerie sword formation collapsed with a deafening roar. The eerie green sword energy vanished without a trace, and the sinister atmosphere in the world was swept away, restoring clarity. Even the air was filled with a refreshing scent.

Sword Valley Immortal stood frozen in place, staring at the scene in disbelief.

His prized evil sword technique was actually neutralized by his opponent's more profound swordsmanship.

This not only broke his attack, but also freed the spirits he had imprisoned.

All of this proves that the young man's swordsmanship has far surpassed his own.

The moment this realization dawned on him, Jian Gu Canxian felt a sharp pain.

His illusory image began to become unstable, and his true form, far away in the upper realm, even coughed up blood.

Qin Yuan looked at the Sword Valley Immortal whose Dao heart had collapsed, and slowly sheathed his sword and stood there.

This once-renowned swordsman lost his composure after a single defeat.

"A dignified swordsman, yet his Dao heart is so unstable."

Qin Yuan shook his head: "No wonder you can only appear in the world with the body of a crippled immortal, and can never break through to a higher realm."

These words struck Jian Gu Canxian's heart like a heavy hammer.

His proud swordsmanship has been broken, his imprisoned spirit has been freed, and now a young boy has pointed out his mental flaws.

All of this was hard for him to accept.

Sword Valley Immortal's figure swayed, and the long sword in his hand burst forth with a dazzling red light.

Several sword energies streaked across the sky like meteors, each containing his lifelong insights into the art of swordsmanship.

However, he had lost his composure at this moment, and these seemingly fierce attacks were nothing more than the struggle of a trapped beast.

Qin Yuan stood motionless, and with a slight tremor of his cyan longsword, he completely neutralized all the red sword lights.

With his Dao heart in turmoil, the Sword Valley Immortal's attacks had long lost their power, becoming nothing more than a flashy but ineffective performance.

The other remaining immortals maintained a bystander stance.

Although they wanted to help, intervening at this moment would only make things more awkward for the Sword Valley Remnant Immortal.

Moreover, they believed that Qin Yuan had no way to escape from this sealed-off space.

The phantom of the Sword Valley Immortal grew dimmer, but he did not admit defeat.

He made a hand seal, and a blood-red altar appeared out of thin air.

The altar was covered with ancient runes, each one exuding an aura of death.

However, the altar began to sway unsteadily as soon as it was completed.

Within this space sealed off by layers of barriers, he was unable to invoke living beings from the outside world to perform a blood sacrifice.

The only object that can be worshipped is Shi Hao in the distance.

At this moment, Shi Hao's body radiated a dazzling golden light, with countless runes swirling around him.

These runes formed a natural barrier, completely blocking the bloodthirsty aura of the altar.

This is the Great Emperor's Foundation contained within his body autonomously protecting its master, something even a powerful figure like the Remnant Immortal of Sword Valley cannot do anything about.

Seeing that the altar he had set up was ineffective, Jian Gu Canxian went into a frenzy.

He looked around and found that the only thing he could offer as a sacrifice was his own phantom.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Sword Valley Immortal began the ritual of self-sacrifice.

His phantom began to disintegrate, turning into specks of blood that flowed into the altar.

The original body, far away in the upper realm, was also affected by the backlash, and its life force was rapidly being lost.

The blood-red light on the altar grew stronger, while the phantom of the Sword Valley Immortal faded more and more.

He was willing to use his life and spiritual cultivation to earn the chance for one last strike.