Chapter 150: The Final Battle at the Palace Summit
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After a single exchange, Zhang Ruochin landed once more on the top of the willow tree at the edge of the bank, standing there gracefully.
He raised the broken sword in his hand, and upon closer inspection, a fine network of cracks appeared on its surface, like porcelain, ready to shatter at any moment.
The broken sword in their hands, green, red, and white, also appeared with many cracks.
This shows just how powerful the force of that impact was. Even the battle sword almost shattered.
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He stared at the dragon-elephant blood shadow behind Zhang Ruochin, his eyes showing no fear but a strong fighting spirit.
"Wow!"
He stood on the surface of the water, his hands held high, releasing his inner energy and sword intent.
The water in the lake began to ripple.
A single drop of water rose from the lake surface, suspended around Qingchi Bai's body. Hundreds of drops swirled incessantly.
"Gather!"
The azure, crimson, and white true qi, imbued with the properties of ice, condensed into hundreds of miniature ice swords the instant he uttered a single syllable. Each sword, an inch long, was completely enveloped in true qi.
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At the sight of this, many young geniuses were so shocked that they couldn't speak.
Meanwhile, Zhang Ruochin standing on top of the willow tree, raised his arm. The emerald green willow leaves on the tree all fell from the branches and flew up, swirling around his body and emitting a sound like flying swords.
"Whoosh!"
Zhang Ruchen swung his sword, pointing it at Qing Chi Bai. Countless emerald-green willow leaves, wrapped in zhenqi, surged forward like a rain of green swords, attacking Qing Chi Bai.
The sound of "pop pop" !
Qingchi Bai also launched hundreds of ice-cold short swords, clashing with the rain of willow leaf swords.
After a series of collisions, the ice sword and the willow leaf sword rain vanished simultaneously.
"Slash!"
Zhang Ruochin flew behind the rain of willow leaves swords, stepping on the flying leaves. Just as the rain of willow leaves swords dissipated, he condensed all his true qi and slashed down with a sword.
Qing, Chi, Bai were slightly startled and immediately took a step back.
Whoa!
The crimson and white of her chest were exposed as the sword qi tore open her tunic. Her originally azure robe was now ripped into a sleeveless vest.
Luckily, he retreated quickly, otherwise Zhang Ruochin's sword just now could have seriously injured him.
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Since Zhang Ruochin occupied the upper hand, he naturally pressed his advantage and relentlessly pursued, giving Qing Chi Bai no chance to breathe.
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"Tiān xīn mǎn yuè!" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
"Heaven's heart, wind and rain!"
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Zhang Ruochin unleashed eighteen sword techniques in succession, transforming into eighteen phantoms as he moved. His movements were like flowing clouds and water, his sword intent ethereal, the sword light almost completely enveloping the blue, red, and white.
Every sword technique flowed seamlessly into the next, with no pause whatsoever, pushing Qing, Chi, and Bai to the brink of danger.
He had four more sword cuts on his clothes.
One sword cut even pierced his skin, leaving a glaring wound of blood.
Qingchi's white and red attire looked somewhat disheveled, his eyes darkened, he roared out: "Eternal Cold Sword Song!"
Qing, Chi, Bai and Zheng had practiced for three years but had only achieved a small level of success.
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With his cultivation at the peak of the Xuanji Realm, he was unable to fully unleash the power of the Eternal Cold Sword Song. However, with the boost from his bloodline power and his sword intent reaching the pinnacle of Sword Follows Heart, Qing Chi Bai managed to exert three-tenths of the Eternal Cold Sword Song's true power.
Although it was only 30%, it easily broke Zhang Ruochin's attack and even left a sword mark on his arm.
After defeating Zhang Ruochin, Qing Chi Bai immediately turned and leaped backward. His toes touched the water's surface for a moment, and his body soared into the air before landing back on the martial arts platform.
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Zhang Ruochin took the ninth step, landing on the roof of the Jin Feng Wan Palace. He stepped on the glazed tiles, just like a young swordsman descending from the heavens.
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Zhang Ruochin and Qing Chibai's swords clashed once more in their hands.
Two broken swords shattered simultaneously, transforming into fragments of metal that flew in all directions.
Seeing the fragments of the war sword flying towards him, Qing Zhi Bai threw the bare hilt of his sword away and immediately retreated backwards, dodging the fragments."He… he's gone mad"