The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 510 - 6: First Attempt at Xuan Yin

Chapter 510: Chapter 6: First Attempt at Xuan Yin

"Break for me!"

With a fierce shout, the Xuanyin Sword Qi burst out of the black water vortex. Its sharpness slightly diminished, but its killing intent remained.

The First Move of the Xuanyin Su Sword, aptly named "Only I Under Heaven," was straightforward and unadorned. The sword qi cleaved swiftly through the air, leaving behind only purity and a biting sharpness.

Xuan Yun thought he could easily block this surge of Xuanyin Sword Qi with the Xuanwu Sea Control Skill, but that was wishful thinking.

"Xuanwu Qi Field, shift."

"Vermilion Bird Refining Yang."

Xuan Yun once again employed two absolute skills simultaneously, combining the Xuanwu Sea Suppressing Skill and the Vermilion Bird Burning Sky Technique to both counter and strike, ultimately dissipating the sword qi into nothingness.

However, more sword qi swiftly followed.

The ground cracked open suddenly, as if a demon’s claws had left grievous marks upon it. Three sword scars extended from beneath Qing Yu’s feet, rapidly advancing toward Xuan Yun and erupting from the earth.

’The Xuanyin Twelve Swords, after all, lack control. Otherwise, there should have been twelve sword qis.’

Qing Yu was not like Jianchen, who had offered his body as a vessel to accommodate the Xuanyin Su Sword’s intent, nor was he like Hayabusa Tenzo, capable of complete mastery over the Xuanyin Twelve Swords.

Though the Xuanyin Twelve Swords were ready to use, Qing Yu had yet to fully master all the Sword Intents, and he did not wish to be controlled by the Xuanyin Sword Intent and become a Sword Slave, hence he struggled to unleash their full potential.

If, like Jianchen, he truly dedicated his body and soul to become a vessel, the full might of the Xuanyin Twelve Swords could be as formidable as the Divine Communication.

’With my current power, I can use any sword form independently, but I can only manage up to three Sword Intents at the same time. Any more, and I wouldn’t be able to control them. But this will be enough...’

Three sword qi erupted from the ground, the sinister and unpredictable sword qi swam flexibly, tearing through the air like a venomous flood dragon.

"Ah—"

His body bore three bloody holes, and the malevolent sword qi within them moved like flesh-burrowing maggots, eradicating vitality wherever they passed.

Such toxic sword qi was unbearable, even for a seasoned recluse like Xuan Yun, who cried out in unrelenting agony.

"Brother Xuan Yun! The winds gather."

Zhang Xuanlian shouted a reminder as the tiger aspect of the Dragon and Tiger Taoist Skill manifested, and the winds surged and coalesced, whipping up a crazed tempest from nothing.

"White Tiger Howling Wind."

Xuan Yun gathered his spirit, his fierce and resolute Geng Metal Gang Wind merging with Zhang Xuanlian’s. In the woods, the amalgamated power of both men whipped up a white Geng Metal Gang Wind, the piercing howl of which echoed like a demonic chant, causing unbearable pain to the eardrums.

All the flowers and trees in the vicinity were shredded by this Gang Wind, leaving nothing but dirt and dust.

It was hard to imagine that two individuals from different sects could execute such a synergized attack. Judging by its might, it did not seem to be a mere flash of inspiration.

"Dragon Tiger Mountain and Zhenwu Sect, I did not expect you to possess such a coordinated technique," Qing Yu muttered as he gripped the Lingshuang Sword in his hand, his gaze fixed on the Geng Metal Gang Wind carrying both a stern and sharpened aura.

"We of the Taoist lineage are branches of the same root, how could you, a mere demon of the Demon Path, fathom this?" Zhang Xuanlian shouted back.

Though the words were imposing, Zhang Xuanlian’s face, partially covered in blood-red muscle and dripping with blood, reduced the impressiveness by at least half.

Qing Yu’s Xuanyin Sword Qi did not claim his life but did strip away a portion of Zhang Xuanlian’s ear and half of his face’s flesh. And, because of the deceptive nature of the Xuanyin Sword Qi, even a master of the True Pill Realm would struggle to remove the qi from the wound to allow it to close.

"Enough talk, die now." Grinning and bearing the pain, Xuan Yun roared as he stepped out of the swirling Geng Metal Gang Wind.

"Shouting loudly is useless if you can’t hit your target," Qing Yu intoned mockingly, his figure dimming once more and vanishing from the spot.

"Chi Ming."

Unexpectedly, on the other side, Xuanming suddenly erupted with an intensely fierce Qi Mechanism, a crimson glow sweeping across the sky, filling the entire forest. Wherever one looked, there was nothing but red.

Qing Yu, who had just merged with nature in "Harmonizing Light with Dust," was rejected by this crimson light and forced out, and because he lacked any resistance during the blending process, he also sustained internal injuries from this red glow.

"Zhang Xuanji!"

Qing Yu glared fiercely at the man who had said, "Leave Xuanming to me."

If Xuanming was already able to assist his comrades, that "leave it to me" seemed utterly unreliable.

"How infuriating, Xuanming, you’ve enraged me," Zhang Xuanji also said, his face stern, surrounded by even more violent thunder and lightning.

Although he was annoyed for striking Qing Yu without restraint, almost claiming Zhang Xuanlian’s life, it was Xuanming’s withdrawal to support his companion that truly ignited Zhang Xuanji’s Fire of Ignorance.

He pointed his finger skyward, forming a seal, and thunderous sparks surged, but this time the sound of thunder was not as loud as before; it sounded somewhat muffled.

"The sun and the Earth act as the main thunder, born from the dirt. Spare!"

Thunder hidden within the Earth sent the ground trembling, with Thunder Light bursting forth.

"The Thunder Skill of the Shenxiao Dao..."

Before Xuanming could finish speaking, he was blown away by the thunder exploding from beneath the ground, his mouthful of red pill mixed with the dirt scattered in the air.

Meanwhile, on this side, the combined Geng Metal Gang Wind of Zhang Xuanlian and Xuan Yun also descended upon Qing Yu, who had been expelled by Xuanming’s Chi Ming.

"Die!" The two voices declared in unison, their murderous eyes intently fixed on the masked figure wielding a sword.

"It won’t be so easy to make me die," Qing Yu quipped, even as a deadly attack approached.

In reality, it indeed would not be so easy. If Qing Yu was willing to use the Heaven and Earth Supreme Skill, combining the flows of Pure Yin and Fierce Yang Gang Qi and adding the absorption of the Earth Veins’ Essence Qi for reinforcement, then even the Geng Metal Gang Wind would have trouble claiming his life.

However, Qing Yu planned to keep using the martial arts of the Demon Path under this identity and therefore could not involve the Heaven and Earth Supreme Skill.

The Xuanyin Twelve Swords would be sufficient.

Xuanyin Sword Energy filled his right hand, leaving behind deep crimson sword patterns on his hand that spread into the Lingshuang Sword.

"Swoosh—"

The Lingshuang Sword blazed with a ghostly glow; its original bright sword blade turned completely dark green, imbued with a sinister and venomous aura. The deep, chilling Sword Light flickered upon the blade.

With a spin of his body, the violent wind that rose from the Wind Force employed by both Xuan Yun and Zhang Xuanlian intensified, howling and roaring as it spiraled around Qing Yu’s ascending figure.

At some point, the ghostly glow from Qing Yu’s Lingshuang Sword spilled out, engulfing the howling tempest and forming the chilling Xuanyin Sword Wind.

Xuanyin Twelve Swords·All Things Become My Sword.

Anything touched by the Sword Intent became part of the sword. The Xuanyin Sword Energy spread across the sky.

"Boom boom boom—"

The two raging storms collided, Sword Wind against Gang Wind, cold and eerie against stern and righteous. The clash of their powerful moves erupted with reverberating booms, and the overflowing Sword Energy and Gang Wind further damaged the already battered ground.

"Xuanyin Twelve Swords·Heavenly Thunder Guiding My Sword."

The sound of thunder exploded, but this time it was not triggered by Zhang Xuanji, but rather by Qing Yu’s Lingshuang Sword drawing down the Heavenly Thunder.

"Crackle—"

The Yin Energy drew the Yang Thunder, and out of the clear sky, a bolt of Thunder Light struck down, hitting the sword in Qing Yu’s hand.

"Slash!"

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