"Heavenly Cloud Path … West Sinking Moon!"
A cold and melodious voice resounded through the sky, like ripples on water, like moonlight sprinkling down, leaving a deep imprint in one's heart.
Immediately, a bright moon fell from the sky, as if the moon was going to destroy the stars, bursting forth with an extremely terrifying power. It fell from the sky, wanting to destroy mountains and rivers, and blasted towards Chen Zong. This attack was the one that defeated Gao Hongjing. Of course, it wasn't completely so, because Bai Xiyue didn't use the Thousand Cloud Moon Illumination Art, so there was a difference in power.
Even so, the power of this attack was extremely terrifying, especially when there was an intense moonlight shining in all directions, submerging Chen Zong. If it were other cultivators, they wouldn't be able to guard against it at all.
But under Chen Zong's tyrannical spiritual sense, everything was under Chen Zong's control.
Heart Calming Sword!
With a boom, the Heavy Dragon Sword slashed out as if it had shattered the sky. The pitch-black sword light condensed and compressed at a high intensity, like a pitch-black silk, tearing through the sky and rising upwards.
Swish!
The falling bright moon suddenly paused and was split in half. The sword light zigzagged and shot towards Bai Xiyue in the sky, causing her to feel a chill all over her body. That terrifying aura that was as powerful as a mountain and as sharp as a sword was pressing down, bringing an extremely strong impact to her body and mind.
With a wave of her white hand, the sky suddenly shook, as if there was a muffled sound, surging in all directions like a raging tide. That small palm seemed to have collapsed a part of the sky, falling from the sky, causing Chen Zong to feel darkness before his eyes.
As if the darkness had descended, that wisp of Heart Calming Sword's sword energy paused under this terrifying pressure. Soon after, a wisp of faint blue moonlight tore through the darkness and descended. The Heart Calming Sword's sword energy was shattered, and that wisp of moonlight became even more resplendent and dazzling, as if it was a blade forged from divine gold, emitting an astonishing sharpness.
"Break!"
A sound like muffled thunder resounded in all directions. Chen Zong thrust his sword upwards, carrying an extremely terrifying power that shook heaven and earth. The pitch-black sword light pierced through the sky, exploding upwards. Chen Zong's eyes were completely white. Without any intention, without thought, without thought, there was only a sword, a sword that followed the mysteries of heaven and earth, a sword that followed the instincts of his heart.
Heartless Sword!
Under the Heavy Dragon Sword, the power of the Heartless Sword became even stronger.
The strength of a sword art was closely related to one's own strength. It was also closely related to one's application of strength and comprehension of the principles of heaven and earth. It was also closely related to the quality and strength of the sword.
The power of a sword art was affected by too many factors. Only by combining all of them together could one create the strongest sword art.
The moonlight, which was as sharp as a blade, sliced through the void like a thin piece of paper. Under the terrifying power of the Heartless Sword, it was instantly shattered without any resistance. The sword light was highly condensed, compressing and concentrating all the power to produce some kind of mysterious change. The sword seemed to have been tempered thousands of times and contained endless mysteries.
The darkness was penetrated, and an extremely terrifying aftershock rippled out, instantly disintegrating the surrounding darkness and completely disappearing.
After the darkness, Bai Xiyue's entire body was enveloped in moonlight. She emitted a faint and cold white halo. There seemed to be wisps of white clouds lingering around her body. It was as if she was a fairy in the immortal realm. She was so dazzling, so enchanting, and so peerless. Bai Xiyue's body was covered in moonlight.
In an instant, Chen Zong couldn't help but feel stunned and cheered for her.
Most of the outer sect disciples around the arena were attracted. They couldn't help but stare with their eyes wide open. It was as if they wanted to imprint her into their hearts and never forget her.
Previously, when Bai Xiyue and Gao Hongjing were fighting outside the arena, Chen Zong had also seen Bai Xiyue like this. However, that was from a distance. Now, it was right in front of his eyes, as if it was right in front of him.
She was as peerless as a fairy descending to the mortal world. Her figure was like a wisp of moonlight descending. It was so light that it was breathtaking. It was serene and tranquil. It was as if she had completely relaxed and was lying on a soft and comfortable grassland while looking at the moon. She was intoxicated and unwilling to wake up.
Thousand Cloud Moon Illumination Art!
Bai Xiyue had already cultivated Thousand Cloud Moon Illumination Art to the fourth level. It was one level higher than Gao Hongjing. Its power was also more tyrannical. Moreover, it was more under Bai Xiyue's control. It wasn't as easy to lose control as Gao Hongjing.
Urging the Thousand Cloud Moon Illumination Art also meant that Bai Xiyue was using her full strength.
The fourth level of the Thousand Cloud Moon Illumination Art was indeed more powerful, but it also meant that Bai Xiyue had to bear a greater burden. She wouldn't be able to maintain it for long, otherwise, she would be seriously injured by the power of the fourth level.
In the end, a Saint Grade Secret Art was still a Saint Grade Secret Art. Even if it was only a Low-Rank Secret Art, it was still a Secret Art that could only be cultivated by a Saint Realm master. In the end, it was too difficult for a Transcendent. Even a half-step Saint Realm master wouldn't be able to truly master a Saint Grade Secret Art.
Therefore, for powerful Transcendents like Gao Hongjing and Bai Xiyue, Saint Grade Low-Rank Secret Arts were more like Secret Arts than Secret Arts. They were powerful Secret Arts that could be superimposed with other Secret Arts.
Chen Zong was very clear about the power of Gao Hongjing's Remnant Cloud Flame Prison Art when it was cultivated to the third level, so how powerful would the fourth level of the Saint Grade Secret Art, Thousand Cloud Moon Illumination Art be? Chen Zong's heart became somewhat dignified.
If he hadn't used the Scarlet Flame Flowing Edge Sword before, it would have been difficult for him to resist, let alone defeat Bai Xiyue. But now, with the Ninth Grade Spirit Sword, the Heavy Dragon Sword, in his hand, his strength had also increased correspondingly. In particular, the Heavy Dragon Sword's weight had reached an astonishing ninety-eight thousand kilograms, making it even more terrifying.
With such a heavy sword in hand, Chen Zong was even more confident.
His faith was pure and unyielding. Even if there were thousands of external forces, it would remain unmoved.
Even if his opponent was stronger, Chen Zong wasn't afraid and dared to fight head-on. This was his faith, his faith in himself, and his faith in his own Sword Dao.
What was the Sword Dao?
With so many experiences, Chen Zong was somewhat unclear and couldn't see through it.
In the Cang Lan World, Chen Zong thought that he had grasped the Sword Dao and even created his own Sword Dao. But after coming to the Lingwu Holy World, he understood that it was only a more brilliant application of sword techniques and couldn't be called the true Sword Dao.
And in the Lingwu Holy World, Chen Zong's cultivation path could only be considered to have just started. There was a lot of knowledge that he didn't know and didn't receive a complete inheritance. His concept of the Sword Dao wasn't clear enough.
But this lack of clarity didn't hinder Chen Zong's faith.
Especially during the trip to the Cang Lan World, the people around him sacrificed themselves for the greater good without hesitation like moths to a flame. What it brought to Chen Zong was not only touched and moved, but also the firmness of his faith.
For cultivators, firmness of faith was very important.
Especially for sword cultivators, faith was even more important. Without faith, the sword was empty, and if faith wasn't pure, the sword wouldn't be stable.
Kill!
Slash!
With the Heavy Dragon Sword in hand, he slashed out explosively. Every slash was a Heart Calming Sword. Every slash erupted with an incomparably tyrannical power that destroyed everything.
Bai Xiyue, who had activated the fourth level of the Thousand Cloud Moon Illumination Art, had a cold expression. Her eyes were indifferent, as if she was a high and mighty moon goddess looking down on everything in the mortal world. Facing the threads of sword light that Chen Zong slashed out, her expression didn't change at all.
Her ten fingers pulled and flicked. The void was like the strings of a zither, and her ten fingers were like blooming lotuses. It was magnificent.
Then, the moonlight floated like water, and the cold moon jumped out of the water. Its edges were extremely sharp, and the void seemed to be unable to withstand being cut, leaving behind clear slashes. Those slashes made people tremble, as if their bodies were being cut apart.
Heavenly Cloud Dao … Nan Lingyue!
Bai Xiyue mainly cultivated the Heavenly Cloud Dao. The Heavenly Cloud Dao's concept was profound, and it complemented the Thousand Cloud Moon Illumination Art. Bai Xiyue had already mastered the upper part of the Heavenly Cloud Dao, and had cultivated to the middle part of the Heavenly Cloud Dao. She had tempered herself in various ways and finally created the Heavenly Cloud Dao's Bright Moon Art.
The Heavenly Cloud Bright Moon Art sounded like a cultivation technique, but it wasn't. It was a martial art, an unfathomable and superb martial art that suited Bai Xiyue.
The West Sunken Moon was one of the moves, and so was the South Sunken Moon. There were also the North and East Sunken Moon Arts, each with their own profoundness.
The West Sunken Moon Art's main force was filled with astonishing destructive power. The South Sunken Moon Art's destructive power wasn't as strong as the West Sunken Moon Art, but it had the sharpness of a sword that could cut through everything in the world.
Chen Zong only felt a chill run through his body, as if there was an invisible sword that wanted to tear his body apart.
Chen Zong slightly narrowed his eyes. He also felt as if his eyes were being cut apart, and traces of intense pain spread through his eyes.
He closed his eyes, then opened them again. There was an astonishing light flowing through them, filling his eyes. The divine light was brilliant, and the might was awe-inspiring. It seemed as if lightning was appearing in the sky.
The Heavy Dragon Sword was swung, and the light filled the air, as if it had merged with the sky.
Rumble!
Thunder rolled and exploded, shaking the world.
Endless light condensed, and the brilliant might of the heavens condensed. It was incomparably mighty, unparalleled, and extremely pure. It instantly bombarded down.
The sword light was majestic, vast, and clear, as if it could turn everything into nothingness.
The Heavenly Heart Sword!
The sword carried the might of the heavens.
The second sword was swung out, and the Heart Calming Sword Qi snaked through the air, as if it was attacking from above and below.
Soon after, Chen Zong suddenly sucked in a breath. His astonishing physique was like a whale sucking in water, and the vitality of his lungs was astonishing to the extreme. Immediately, the wind and clouds in the surroundings swept over like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, and poured into Chen Zong's body.
A vast white aura spread out, turning into a churning sea of clouds. It fluctuated endlessly, filling his eyes with endless profoundness.
The sword was raised at an angle, and an indescribable profoundness spread out in the surroundings.
Swish!
The moment the sound was heard, the pitch-black sword had already pierced through the sky, turning into an extremely black sword light that pierced through the air.
Heartless Sword!
The power contained in the Heavy Dragon Sword, a ninth-grade spiritual artifact, was completely stimulated by Chen Zong, and reached the extreme.
Ordinary sword practitioners could only stimulate the power of the spiritual artifact itself, but the superb realm of using the heart to control the sword could further increase the power, surpassing the limit and becoming even more powerful.
"Heavenly Cloud Path … Dong Liuyue!" Although Bai Xiyue's expression did not change, she was extremely shocked. She raised both her arms, and they were as beautiful as a peacock spreading its tail. It also seemed as if she was holding up moonlight. The moonlight wandered in her hands like flowing water, in her heart, in the world, and finally gathered above her head. The light shone brightly, and as Bai Xiyue's arms moved, it sprinkled down gracefully like a dance.
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