Seven Forms of Heaven's Rupture VS Supreme Nine Swords!

"Brother Ye, you're forcing my hand. I didn't want to do this, but how will I know if I don't try? How can I push your ultimate strength without trying?"

Qin Tian, growing stronger with every setback, gained a clear understanding of the young man before him during their brief exchange!

The world laughed at his madness, but he laughed at their inability to see. Only now did he realize that the young man before him wasn't ordinary, but a master capable of challenging those far above his own realm.

"Master, though I don't understand what you mean, what your intentions are, or what the purpose of this is, I know you must have your reasons."

Qin Tian refused to be outdone. In their previous exchange, he had been at a distinct disadvantage, though it wasn't obvious unless one looked closely.

He hadn't realized the truth until they clashed. Before the fight, he was confident his Seven Forms of Heaven's Rupture could subdue any strong enemy!

After the exchange, he discovered it wasn't that simple. Despite his efforts, he achieved nothing and found himself in peril, nearly defeated.

As one's strength waned, the other's grew. The opponent remained calm, while he was in disarray. It seemed his hopes were merely wishful thinking.

"Sword Come."

In an unknown location, thousands of treasured swords were embedded in the valley like tombstones. This was none other than the White Cloud Temple's repository of swords, known as Burial Sword Valley.

Suddenly, from its deepest reaches, countless swords began to tremble. Sword intent surged skyward as if summoned by the king of swords.

"Good lad, you've really outdone yourself. I didn't expect you to have mastered this technique to such a degree."

The Abbot of White Cloud stroked his beard, filled with joy.

The Seven Forms of Heaven's Rupture was a supreme ultimate technique that he and his close friend had obtained by chance!

Though only fragments, they were incredibly excited. After years of dedicated study, they had finally used these fragments as a foundation to develop their own supreme ultimate techniques suited for their cultivation.

One had comprehended the Seven Forms of Heaven's Rupture, and the other had comprehended the Supreme Nine Swords. Relying on these two supreme ultimate techniques, they had dominated all realms.

The two had collaborated and competed, but more often than not, they admired each other. To seek answers, they had sparred atop the highest peak, and his old friend Ye Xiaoyao's Supreme Nine Swords proved superior.

Today, the opponent's junior, carrying that Brocade Pouch, entered White Cloud Temple. What did this signify? It meant fate had once again arranged for their supreme ultimate techniques to clash, this time through their successors.

Whoosh.

At that moment, a piercing sound streaked through the air. Thousands of swords converged into a dragon of sword energy, descending from above and encircling Qin Tian.

"I have a sword that can move mountains and fill seas. Do you dare to receive it!"

Qin Tian's clothes fluttered as if caught in a gale, sword qi erupting from his entire body and surging skyward, stirring the winds and clouds.

At some point, a long, black sword appeared in his hand, exuding an aura of defiance.

Holding a saber in one hand and a sword in the other, there was no sense of awkwardness. Clearly, this was one of his trump cards, indicating he had truly begun to fight seriously.

"Interesting. Not a peerless prodigy personally trained by the Abbot of White Cloud, yet he remains unruffled in the face of adversity and handles himself with ease. It seems I must be cautious as well."

Ye Yang had initially thought this was merely a friendly spar, but it had turned perilous, with every blow landing with full force and every move being potentially fatal.

If his reactions hadn't been quick enough, if he hadn't been experienced enough, he might have lost his life.

"Is this a joke? Is fate playing games with me? Can you also shoot arrows from both hands simultaneously, wielding a saber and a sword to perform the legendary Dual Blades Mastery?"

Ye Yang became wary at this moment, knowing the formidable power of the opponent's technique.

The first form of the Seven Forms of Heaven's Rupture, "Startled Swan Slash," had already astounded him. He hadn't expected the opponent to reveal his secret techniques and unleash double the firepower.

"Brother Ye, forgive me!"

His aura surged like a rainbow. With a swing of his longsword, his energy resonated, and the sword dragon formed by thousands of swords immediately responded!

"Roar!" The sword dragon, suspended in the air, let out a long cry and lunged at Ye Yang.

"Brother Ye, I apologize. Although this is just a spar, I must go all out."

Qin Tian hadn't intended this, but circumstances changed, forcing him to adapt, leading to the scene of man and sword as one, wielding both saber and sword!

"Interesting. This move has some merit, but it's still lacking."

In his previous life, Ye Yang had almost broken through to the legendary Martial Ancestor realm. His understanding of the Sword Dao was profound, and he could see the opponent's flaws at a glance.

Although this move possessed astonishing power and immense destructive force that commanded admiration, it also had a fatal weakness.

Ye Yang's eyes narrowed. His black sword drew a brilliant arc in the air, its tip trembling as if containing the weight of mountains and rivers.

He thought to himself, 'Many have tried to kill me, Ye Yang, but I'm still alive and well!'

With the universe in my hands, I make my own arrangements. I meet change with immutability, standing firm like an unshakeable rock!

"Brother Ye, receive this!"

Qin Tian made up his mind. His figure suddenly soared, merging with the suspended sword dragon. He transformed into a bolt of black lightning, charging directly at Ye Yang.

"Seven Forms of Heaven's Rupture, Seven Forms Unite, break for me!"

Man and sword became one, surrounded by sword light. He entered the sword, and where the sword dragon passed, the air seemed to tear, leaving visible rifts!

The wind howled, and the vegetation trembled. A breathtaking scene of a world in turmoil and sword intent reaching the heavens unfolded.

"It's coming? Your ultimate killer move?"

Ye Yang's expression turned solemn. He quickly formed hand seals, and a faint golden halo enveloped him as he prepared to meet the earth-shattering blow.

"Good lad, you've really outdone yourself. I didn't expect you to have cultivated the Golden Body of Primordial Law. Now this will be interesting. I wonder how far my good grand-disciple can go?"

The two prodigies had ignited their fighting spirit. Although it was within controllable limits, the destruction they had caused had already exceeded his expectations.

"Fine, if we're going to fight, then let's fight. In the end, one must follow their heart. Since that's the case, This One will help you out once more."

The Abbot of White Cloud, a rare sight, wore a serious expression, as he hadn't anticipated this turn of events either.

"Universe in Hand, Stars Shift!"

At this moment, heaven and earth transformed, mountains and rivers inverted. The elder used his utterly profound methods to completely seal off this area, preventing the battle between the two from causing greater destruction.

"Abbot, I don't know what your goal is, but since it has already begun, there's no turning back. Take this sword strike from me!"

The two attacked simultaneously, and with a deafening roar, their clash shook heaven and earth.