Chapter 362: Crimson Feather, Purple Majesty
With each step he took, Autumn Hengkong's presence seemed to cause an unbearable impact on the empty sky, resulting in explosions and the splattering of air currents like sharp swords.
As Autumn Hengkong's figure stabilized, a fleeting flush appeared on his face, and his aura surged like turbulent waves.
Silence filled the arena.
In this third sword exchange, Autumn Hengkong was clearly at a disadvantage!
"The fourth move."
Su Yi didn't hesitate at all. He swiftly brandished his sword and attacked once again.
Wearing a cyan robe, exuding an air of arrogance, Su Yi's Xuanwu Sword sang melodiously, resonating with his aura.
He resembled an immortal within the sword.
As the sword descended, it seemed as if a full moon adorned the azure sky. The lights and shadows danced, and the sword intent appeared ethereal and elusive.
Autumn Hengkong's brow furrowed with a sense of seriousness.
Each of Su Yi's previous three strikes displayed a completely different dominant force, with each subsequent strike stronger than the previous.
If that were all, it would have been acceptable.
What surprised Autumn Hengkong even more was that with each strike Su Yi unleashed, his own aura rose as well.
Now, when he unleashed this fourth strike, its power surpassed the previous three by a significant margin, appearing unbelievably formidable.
Although Autumn Hengkong had already studied Su Yi's past achievements and was well aware that this seventeen-year-old youth couldn't be measured by common standards, personally facing him in battle still greatly shocked him.
"Rise!"
Without hesitation, Autumn Hengkong suddenly shouted.
A flash of fiery red light appeared, and in his left hand, there was an additional sword resembling a feather, glowing red like fire. The sword edge scattered sparks, dazzling and radiant.
Clang!
Autumn Hengkong held a sword in each hand, crossing them in the empty space. The Qinghe Sword carried pure Yin energy, while the crimson spirit sword emanated pure Yang energy. Yin and Yang merged in the void, forming a curved arc of sword energy, one clear and the other turbid, crushing the empty space.
The swords transformed Yin and Yang, severing the boundless sky!
When the two swords appeared, their power instantly doubled and surged!
Su Yi's sword intent was like a full moon in the azure sky, ethereal and elusive. When it came into contact with Autumn Hengkong's sword, it immediately clashed violently, creating a resounding roar and a splendid shower of light.
The two sword energies exploded upon collision, causing the azure moon to shatter into fragments. The Yin and Yang sword arc also collapsed and disintegrated.
In the end, the void seemed to be engulfed in a torrential rain of fragmented sword lights, dazzling to the extreme and terrifying.
The arena fell into silence, with countless people trembling in their hearts, shocked and unable to regain their senses for a long time.
It was as if two divine beings were fighting, and both Autumn Hengkong and Su Yi were using powers that far exceeded the comprehension of most people.
Even figures like Chu Yuku couldn't help but lose their composure.
Although they were both at the Pigu realm, compared to Autumn Hengkong, Su Yi was like a grain of rice compared to the bright moon in the sky!
And if compared to Su Yi, a Martial Ancestor at the Innate level... it would be enough to embarrass Chu Yuku and other Elemental Dao cultivators!
"Two swords?" Su Yi showed interest from a distance.
"This sword is called Crimson Feather. It is an ancient sword I obtained from the dangerous place known as the 'Golden Rainbow Devil Mountain' in Da Wei fifty years ago. The sword is three feet and six inches long, and it bears a profound sword technique engraved within its blade," Qiuheng Kong explained, looking at his left-handed spirit sword. "In addition to this sword, I also possess another spirit sword named Purple Majesty, also obtained from the Golden Rainbow Devil Mountain. Over the past fifty years of seclusion, I have dedicated all my efforts to refining these three swords and integrating them into my sword dao. Until now, I have achieved some success."
As he spoke, he raised his gaze and looked at Su Yi in the distance, saying, "I wonder if you can force me to use all three swords."
Su Yi nodded with a smile. "Indeed, that's interesting."
Boom!
His robe fluttered as he once again launched an attack, seeming like an exiled immortal stepping through the void. The Xuanwu Sword was raised, and the blade pointed towards the heavens from a great distance.
After taking nine steps, the raised blade suddenly descended.
"The fifth move!"
In that instant, the evening glow in the sky dimmed, leaving only an unparalleled bright sword qi slashing through the air, brilliantly illuminating the mortal realm.
It was as if all the radiance of the heavens had converged into this one sword!
Everyone in the Moon Disciple Sect felt a piercing pain in their eyes, and all they could see was a vast expanse of white. They were shocked and bewildered by the dazzling sword qi, even though it was far away. It gave them an indescribable feeling, as if their souls were being burned.
Autumn Hengkong closed his eyes, relying on his spiritual power to sense and grasp the trajectory and power contained in Su Yi's sword strike. His mind trembled slightly.
What a terrifying sword technique!
This was not something that could be mastered overnight or attained through a great fortune and sudden enlightenment.
As a swordsman, Autumn Hengkong knew very well that the pursuit of sword dao was not something that could be achieved in a short period. It required constant tempering, day and night contemplation, and relentless cultivation.
Furthermore, it required extremely high aptitude.
Yet Su Yi was only seventeen years old, with only the cultivation level of an Innate Martial Ancestor. However, his sword technique seemed to have gone through countless years of refinement, surpassing all expectations.
This was truly unimaginable!
Deep in thought, Autumn Hengkong did not show any negligence or delay. Without hesitation, he took action.
Clang! Clang!
The Qinghe Sword and the Crimson Feather Sword clashed with a resounding noise as Autumn Hengkong wielded them with both hands, forming two sword arcs in the shape of the Chinese character "X" in the void.
"X" symbolized severing.
This strike fused the power of two different sword styles, one extreme Yang and the other extreme Yin. It seemed capable of cutting through the heavens, earth, mountains, and rivers, unmatched in sharpness.
This strike was Autumn Hengkong's ultimate skill, the result of fifty years of seclusion and dedicated cultivation—a technique for killing and defeating his enemies!
Boom!
The void trembled as Su Yi's brilliantly shining sword was barely blocked by the two sword arcs, as if it had been caught between open scissors.
Crack!
The intersection of the two sword arcs broke apart.
However, the front half of the sword arc still carried its momentum, resembling two agile and coiling dragons charging towards Su Yi.
A look of surprise flickered in Su Yi's eyes, but he quickly smiled. His robe billowed as he executed the sixth sword.
Clang!
The resounding sound of a heavenly sword resonated as the Xuanwu Sword suddenly turned. The black blade, as ethereal as the night, followed Su Yi's wrist movement, appearing like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss, swiftly thrusting and slashing.
As the sword edge lifted, a majestic sword qi rose from the ground, shooting up into the sky with an overwhelming force, shattering the two approaching sword arcs as if crushing dry branches and decaying leaves.
Bursts of light scattered and spread.
As the sword edge slashed, it resembled a long whip descending from the heavens, radiant like fire and tyrannical, displaying an imposing might that whipped the world.
A long, shattered mark appeared in the void.
Boom!!!
Autumn Hengkong exerted all his strength to forcefully clash, causing a storm of sword energy to surge between the two swords. It seemed to possess a destructive power capable of annihilating everything. However, when faced with Su Yi's sword strike, a ten-zhang-high storm of sword energy was instantly shattered. In the midst of the turbulent and chaotic currents, Autumn Hengkong's figure swayed as if he were a small boat in a violent ocean.
At this moment, Su Yi's sword, which had pierced through the heavens, descended.
"Open!"
Autumn Hengkong remained calm in the face of danger, his qi circulating to the extreme. He held his dual swords above his head to block the attack.
Boom!
Under the astonished gazes of everyone present, Autumn Hengkong's figure plummeted from a hundred zhang in the air, only stabilizing his position when he was about ten zhang above the ground.
His sleeves and arms had shattered and burst open, fluttering like dancing butterflies. His youthful face revealed a trace of strain, and his qi surged violently throughout his body.
Upon closer inspection, his fingers gripping the swords were trembling slightly, and blood oozed from between his knuckles. It was evident how domineering the power of Su Yi's strike was.
With just one sword, he nearly brought down this highly esteemed swordmaster of Da Wei!
The entire arena fell into silence, devoid of any sound.
This was Su Yi's sixth sword, powerful enough to chill everyone in the Moon Disciple Sect and shake their confidence in Autumn Hengkong!
"To be able to withstand this sword, your combat strength far exceeds that of cultivators in the mundane Pigu realm. What is rare is that your cultivation remains firmly at the Pigu realm, showcasing tremendous potential."
In the void, Su Yi's voice carried a hint of admiration, resonating throughout the heavens and earth.
Autumn Hengkong may not possess the same innate talent as Yue Shichan or the same cultivation level as Zhou Changyi, but his profound knowledge in the path of the sword made him the most solid and robust practitioner Su Yi had encountered so far.
Such a person truly deserved the title of "Sword Cultivator."
"I am honored by your kind praise, fellow Daoist."
Taking a deep breath, Autumn Hengkong soared into the air, standing opposite Su Yi from a distance. His expression had become calm as a tranquil lake, and determination shone in his eyes and brows as he spoke.
"Fellow Daoist possesses the cultivation of a Precelestial Martial Ancestor and wields the supreme Sword Dao, which truly leaves one in awe."
As he said this, a gleam appeared in his eyes, and flickering sword radiance surged like illusions. "However, I do not believe that there is no chance of defeating you, Daoist."
Su Yi laughed heartily and said, "That's what I like to hear!"
While speaking, he unleashed another sword strike.
One word: fast!
As swift as a flash of light, a three-foot-long sword qi arrived before Autumn Hengkong. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wings but sharp as lightning, carrying a dazzling light.
Autumn Hengkong felt a sting on his skin but didn't hesitate to swing his sword in a circular motion. Waves of sword intent rippled and spread in the void, layer upon layer, seemingly endless.
The sword was like ripples, and the intent was like tides!
Under the relentless pounding of the sword qi, which resembled surging waves, Su Yi's incredibly fast sword qi violently trembled.
However, it was still visible to the naked eye that wave after wave of sword qi was shattered and dissipated, and the fragmented sword radiance splashed in all directions.
It wasn't until it reached a foot in front of Autumn Hengkong that Su Yi's sword was completely neutralized.
But at the center of Autumn Hengkong's forehead, a faint sword mark quietly appeared on his skin. A drop of crimson blood emerged, slid down his nose, and spread to his lips.
The salty, bloody scent spread within Autumn Hengkong's lips, causing him to involuntarily inhale a cold breath and feel a chill down his spine.
This sword wasn't just fast; it was incredibly sharp!
Although it was neutralized within a foot in front of him, the sword qi still cut through the skin on his forehead as it dispersed!
In the distance, Su Yi smiled and asked, "Will this sword force you to unleash your third sword?"
"Yes."
Autumn Hengkong's brows furrowed, nodding solemnly.
Clang!
Above his head, a three-inch blade emerged, shimmering with purple radiance, its light flickering and carrying an ethereal sense of mystery.
The surrounding void was tinged with a dazzling purple hue.
As if the purple qi had come from the east.