EBE Chapter 145 Xuanqing Sword Technique
Chapter 145 Xuanqing Sword Technique
In this frigid, snow-covered mountain, a biting wind whipped snowflakes into a chaotic dance, shrouding the world in a chilling veil, an atmosphere of desolation pervading the air. Zhang Yifan stood amidst the pure white snow, facing a pack of ferocious, menacing ice wolves, yet remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic. His gaze was deep and unfathomable, like cold stars, his spiritual energy slowly surging, poised to strike. In the next instant, he unleashed his signature sword technique—the Profound Clarity Sword Art.
As Zhang Yifan began his sword technique, a surge of powerful spiritual energy poured forth from his body, rapidly flowing into the longsword in his hand. The sword seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit, humming and its blade gleaming brightly. In an instant, sword shadows flickered and crisscrossed across the snow, like silver snakes dancing wildly, or stars falling to earth, illuminating the snow-covered ground as bright as day. A breathtaking, life-or-death battle had begun, the figures of humans and demonic beasts rapidly intertwining and colliding amidst the swirling snowflakes.
The Xuanqing Sword Technique is a supreme skill that Zhang Yifan has painstakingly researched and honed over many years. Every move embodies his profound understanding of the path of cultivation and the use of spiritual power, as well as the exquisite techniques honed through countless battles. When executed, the sword moves flow naturally and smoothly, without any sense of hindrance, yet they conceal boundless sharpness and killing intent, like a surging undercurrent hidden beneath a calm lake, ready to unleash a raging storm at any moment and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.
He would occasionally thrust out his longsword, each strike as swift as lightning, as powerful as a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying a formidable spiritual force capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, heading straight for the ice wolves' vital points. Even before the sword arrived, the sharp sword energy tore through the air, emitting a hissing shriek, as if the very air itself had been cleaved into fragments by this force. Though the ice wolves were agile and quick-reacting, faced with such a swift sword attack, they had no choice but to hastily dodge to the side; a moment's hesitation would result in their bodies being pierced by the incredibly sharp blade.
At times, Zhang Yifan would sweep his longsword horizontally, the blade swirling like leaves in a whirlwind. The broad sword shadow, carrying a biting wind and violent spiritual energy, spread out in a fan shape. Wherever it passed, the snow was whipped up high, turning into a snow mist, with ice shards flying everywhere like hidden weapons. The ice wolves leaped and dodged, but several were still unable to evade, struck by the sword wind. Their skin instantly tore open, blood splattering out and staining the surrounding white snow crimson.
In this fierce back-and-forth exchange, Zhang Yifan moved with agility and grace, like a peerless dancer gracefully navigating the encirclement of ice wolves, effortlessly and freely maneuvering. His feet seemed rooted firmly to the snow, each movement and turn perfectly timed, skillfully dodging the wolves' fierce attacks while swiftly seizing the initiative to launch a counterattack. His movements were elegant yet composed, fast yet without panic, displaying the demeanor of a master in every gesture.
In contrast, the ice wolves, though native to the Frosty Snow Mountain and naturally adapted to its harsh icy environment, possessing agile and nimble movements and employing cunning and ferocious attacks—teeth like blades, claws like steel hooks, and capable of spewing icy breath to form ice spikes—gradually found themselves in a predicament before Zhang Yifan's overwhelming strength. Their once-fearsome attacks now repeatedly faltered, unable to penetrate Zhang Yifan's impenetrable sword-based defense.
Whenever the ice wolves seized their opportunity, lunging forward with sharp teeth and claws, attempting to tear them apart at close range, Zhang Yifan could always anticipate their movements and precisely counter with his longsword. "Clang!" "Clang!" Several crisp metallic clangs rang out, sparks flying as the ice wolves' claws clashed fiercely with the longsword, only to be repelled by a powerful force that left their limbs numb. Some ice wolves, unwilling to give up, seized the opportunity during the gaps in their swordplay to spew out icy, bone-chilling breaths of air. These breaths quickly condensed into sharp ice spikes, shooting towards Zhang Yifan.
Seeing this, Zhang Yifan remained calm. His longsword danced lightly, its shadow flashing and forming a barrier that blocked the ice spikes. The ice spikes struck the sword's shadow, instantly turning into shards that scattered on the ground. Seizing a brief opening after the ice wolves' attack, he flicked his wrist, and his longsword shot out like a serpent, piercing the ice wolves with precision, leaving wounds on their bodies. The ice wolves cried out in pain, their attacks becoming increasingly chaotic and disorganized.
Furthermore, Zhang Yifan was also deeply versed in the fusion of spiritual energy and swordsmanship. Each time he unleashed a move of the Xuanqing Sword Technique, he skillfully infused his spiritual energy into the sword, multiplying the sword's power. The spiritual energy flowed across the blade, transforming into visible wisps of light, not only enhancing the sword's sharpness but also endowing it with special properties. Sometimes, the blade would be coated with a layer of icy blue light, feeling as if touching something extremely cold; the ice wolves struck would instantly freeze at the wound, the chill seeping into their bodies through their blood vessels, causing them excruciating pain. At other times, the spiritual energy would transform into a scorching heat that could instantly melt the surrounding snow, causing the ice wolves to slip and become hindered in their movements.
During lulls in the fighting, Zhang Yifan would also pay close attention to the ice wolves' attack rhythm and coordination, searching for weaknesses to deliver a decisive blow. He discovered that while the ice wolves were highly aggressive, occasional disjointed commands and coordination occurred during group combat. Some wolves, eager for glory, charged too aggressively and strayed from the group; others hesitated at the rear, missing opportunities. Zhang Yifan was secretly pleased and decided to exploit these weaknesses to deliver a fatal blow to the ice wolves.
So, when several ice wolves charged at him again, he feigned weakness, retreating step by step, his longsword seemingly wielded weakly, but in reality, he was secretly gathering strength. The ice wolves, thinking they had an opportunity, intensified their attack, tightening their encirclement. Just as they were about to succeed, Zhang Yifan suddenly roared, unleashing his spiritual power without reservation. The longsword in his hand shone with unparalleled brilliance, and a gigantic sword aura shot into the sky, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, slashing straight towards the densest part of the ice wolf pack.
The ice wolves stared wide-eyed in terror, trying to dodge but it was too late. A series of screams erupted as several wolves were struck by the sword energy, their bodies instantly cleaved in two, blood and entrails spraying onto the snow – a gruesome scene. The remaining ice wolves, terrified by the sight, instantly crumbled their attack, tucking their tails between their legs and scattering in all directions.
Zhang Yifan, however, was not about to let them go so easily. His movements were lightning-fast; his feet barely touched the snow as he instantly caught up with a fleeing ice wolf. Raising his longsword high, he brought it down with a fierce slash. With a piercing scream, the ice wolf fell into a pool of blood. Zhang Yifan pressed his advantage, his sword flashing and its energy surging. In no time, the remaining ice wolves were all slaughtered.