Swoosh!

Accompanied by a clear dragon's roar, Qin Yang wielded the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword to meet Nangong Yi.

Clang~!

On the Martial Arts Arena, the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, shimmering with icy white light, clashed with the White Rainbow Sword enveloped in Ice Flame, emitting a crisp metallic sound.

Upon contact with the White Rainbow Sword, Qin Yang's brow twitched slightly, as he felt an extremely cold sensation rapidly spreading throughout his body.

"This guy's strength is no ordinary matter."

Qin Yang's gaze slightly sharpened.

From the aura emanating from Nangong Yi, it was apparent he had reached the Peak of the Sixth Layer of the Innate Realm, standing at the summit of the younger generation in the Ancient Martial Realm, surpassing even many Sect Leaders of major powers.

Qin Yang activated his Star Body, blocking out the intense cold sensation.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

On the spacious Martial Arts Arena, the two of them each holding a famous sword, began their duel. Their figures crisscrossed, swords gleaming, as the hard marble floor was slashed with deep fissures by the crisscrossing Sword Qi.

In just a few dozen breaths, the two had already exchanged a hundred moves, and the arena was left in ruins by the two famous swords.

"Both of them are so strong."

"Indeed, that kid can withstand so many moves from Brother Yi."

"..."

Below the arena, watching the two crisscrossing Sword Qi, the crowd marveled.

"Star Fist."

Qin Yang's fierce sword was blocked by Nangong Yi, and then with a low shout, he hurled a Star Fist towards Nangong Yi's head.

"Ice Flame Cold Palm."

Nangong Yi's face turned cold, a chilling white flame gathering in his palm as he struck towards Qin Yang.

Bang~!

The fist and palm clashed, producing a dull sound, and a wave of formless energy spread outwards, causing the spectators around the arena to feel a strong surge of air.

Thud thud thud!

Under the immense force, Nangong Yi staggered back seven or eight steps on the arena, while Qin Yang retreated five or six steps.

"Hmm."

Nangong Yi snorted coldly, his expression slightly darkening, as he shook his left hand, feeling a slight numbness creeping over it.

Qin Yang's gaze also fell on his left hand, frosted with a layer of ice crystals.

Crack!

Qin Yang re-clenched his fist, shattering the layer of ice crystals.

"Very well, you truly have the qualifications to make me use my full strength, just as you did when you punched Yun Feng off the arena."

Nangong Yi's expression grew colder, his eyes gradually taking on a chilling icy white hue.

Boom!

The immense Ice Elemental Power within Nangong Yi erupted, causing a layer of solid ice to form on the arena.

Crack crack!

The ice began spreading across the entire arena, as icy snowflakes began to fall from the sky, turning the space bone-chilling cold.

Even with the activation of his Star Body, Qin Yang felt a trace of the cold.

"Sword Roar of Yi Shui Han."

Nangong Yi let out a low shout.

The white flame on the White Rainbow Sword suddenly intensified several times, and in that moment, Nangong Yi's Sword Intent was earth-shattering.

Swoosh!

Nangong Yi raised the White Rainbow Sword in his hand, summoning a massive ten-zhang long icy giant sword that slashed towards Qin Yang from a distance.

The instant that icy giant sword descended, Qin Yang immediately felt a bone-chilling cold engulf him, his body turning somewhat rigid.

"It's Brother Nangong Yi's Innate Sword Skill, Sword Roar of Yi Shui Han!"

"That sword is so fast, such a bone-chilling sensation."

"..."

Disciples of the Nangong Clan below felt the chill from that sword, a faint white frost appearing on some eyebrows.

If they were under that giant sword, they likely wouldn't have even thought of dodging.

"Brother Qin Yang."

Zilan couldn't help but clench her small fists, a hint of worry in her bright eyes.

However, just as the icy giant sword was about to slash down, Qin Yang's lips curved into a slight smile.

Swoosh!

A yellowish glow flashed by, and the figure disappeared from where it stood.

Bang~!

The icy giant sword struck the hard stone slab of the arena, creating a massive crack.

Seeing the suddenly vanished figure on the arena, Nangong Yi's pupils contracted sharply.

Swoosh!

Just as Nangong Yi was caught off guard, a yellowish glow flashed behind him, and Qin Yang's figure reappeared.

"Flying Sword Skill."

Qin Yang shouted coldly.

Whoosh!

The Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword in Qin Yang's hand let out a clear, proud dragon's roar, shooting towards Nangong Yi like a swift stream of light, the sword's body chillingly cold.

Offense and defense switched in an instant!

Swoosh!

The Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword nearly reached in the blink of an eye.

Nangong Yi's face changed drastically, his True Essence Power surging, as he urgently sidestepped away.

Whoosh~!

The Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword narrowly brushed past Nangong Yi's left side.

Though Nangong Yi had avoided the incoming sword, a sharp cut appeared on his left cheek from the sword's keen qi.

A trickle of blood seeped from the cut, running down his cheek.

A few strands of hair were also severed by the sword qi, slowly floating down to the ground.

"Brother Nangong Yi is injured!"

"How did that kid suddenly disappear just now?"

"..."

Seeing the cut on Nangong Yi's left cheek, the disciples of the Nangong Clan below burst into an uproar. For years, except when sparring with Nangong Feiyang, they had never seen Nangong Yi injured.

In a battle between experts, victory or defeat happens in a flash. Just now, Nangong Yi was slashing a chilling giant sword at Qin Yang, and in the next moment, he was counterattacked and slightly injured by Qin Yang.

"Was that just now the Daoist... Earth Escape Skill?"

Below, Nangong Feng and Nangong Chen exchanged glances, a trace of astonishment in their eyes.

"It truly is an authentic Daoist technique, with extremely fast escape speed."

Nangong Chen's eyes flickered as he spoke.

At this moment, on the arena, Nangong Yi's once proud face was now incomparably cold, letting the trace of blood remain on his face.

Whoosh!

The Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword returned to Qin Yang's hand.

"All these years, besides sparring with Brother Feiyang, you're the first to injure me."

Nangong Yi spoke with an icy voice, although the battle intent in his icy white eyes burned even brighter.

In the entire Ancient Martial Realm, among the younger generation, Nangong Yi was among the leaders. Even among the vast majority of the older generation, there were many who were not his match.

Therefore, it was imaginable the level of pride in Nangong Yi's heart. Being injured by Qin Yang today, Nangong Yi's battle intent reached its peak at this moment.

"Today, you will surely lose!"

Nangong Yi coldly shouted at Qin Yang, his eyes icy and resolute.

Swoosh!

Nangong Yi thrust the White Rainbow Sword into the hard stone slab before him, then leapt onto the sword's hilt, his white clothing as pure as snow, exuding an air of defiant chill on his face.

The cut had not made Nangong Yi look disgraceful, but instead added a few points of icy allure to him at this moment.

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