"Since this is a trial, Xuan Zhen has a sword for the heavens to judge!"
Xuan Zhen stood tall, a glimmer flashing in his eyes. He spoke softly, yet in an instant, his voice became incomparably sharp.
He slowly raised his hand. His body became like a sword as an indescribable Sword Intent gathered around him in an instant.
That Sword Intent was incomparably sharp, like the brightest star in the sky and the keenest reef in the deep sea. It surged forth from Xuan Zhen's body like a raging tide, shooting into the heavens and intertwining with the dark clouds and lightning overhead, creating a breathtaking sight.
"This sword is called—Qingping Sword!"
"Rumble!!!"
As Xuan Zhen's words fell, the Sword Intent seemed to receive a summons. It instantly transformed into a brilliant streak of sword light, slicing through the sky and striking directly at the descending pillar of lightning.
Amid the deafening roar, the lightning pillar, illuminated by Qingping Sword's radiance, split in two like fragile porcelain before exploding into a sky full of crackling sparks that scattered in all directions.
At that moment, Heaven and Earth changed color, and wind and clouds churned. Xuan Zhen stood in the Void, a phantom Sword Intent in his hand condensing into a longsword. Its sword light was like a dragon, its momentum like a rainbow, as though he had become one with Heaven and Earth. He was a flash of brilliance amid the Thunder Tribulation, his immortal bearing fully displayed.
The Qingping Sword had been created by Pan Zhendao, a senior of Dragon Tiger Mountain. Its sword forms were divided into six sets, totaling three sections and sixty-five moves. Its style was unique, elegant, and refined, renowned for its lightness, agility, freedom, and grace.
The sword technique balanced hardness and softness,