Jade Dynasty: I am the master of the Burning Sword, my swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Chapter 39 An earth-shattering duel, unparalleled grace

"Om!!"

Two sword auras rose from Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi, one blue light and the other dark sword energy, each occupying half of the arena. The surrounding clouds and mist were swept away by their sword auras.

Under a clear blue sky, the mountain breeze was still, as if all sounds in the world had disappeared, leaving only the enormous arena before us.

On the stage, Zhang Xiaofan raised his eyes slightly and calmly looked at the woman in front of him who was dressed in blue and holding a sky-blue divine sword.

With a slight shift in his gaze, Zhang Xiaofan looked at the sword in Lu Xueqi's hand, its divine light contained within. The hilt was sky blue, and there were faint ripples flowing across the blade, containing auspicious and righteous energy. The supreme sword energy lingered around it, making one think of the phrase "ice-like skin and jade-like bones".

It's hard to imagine that the phrase "skin as white as ice and bones as jade" would be used to describe a sword; most people would probably only use it to describe the person wielding the sword.

While Zhang Xiaofan was examining the Tianya Sword, Lu Xueqi was also observing the Moxue Sword in his hand.

The hilt of the Ink Snow Sword resembled an inkstone, entirely black, yet occasionally revealing a glimmer of light. The blade itself was a dark blue-black, possessing a somewhat crystalline quality. Its aura was restrained, elegant, and serene, unlike a sharp sword, but rather like a traditional Chinese ink painting.

"call!!"

A mountain breeze began to rise, lifting the sleeves of the two men's clothes and stirring up the sword energy that permeated the surroundings.

"Qiang!!"

The next moment, a clear sword cry rang out from both Mo Xue and Tian Ya. Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi twisted their wrists and simultaneously swung their swords, transforming into two streaks of light that attacked each other.

The azure light and the dark figure shifted instantly on the arena, colliding in the blink of an eye.

"clang!!"

The two divine swords clashed violently, sparks flying from their blades as powerful magical energy surged from their bodies, confronting each other on the swords.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi's sword auras collided violently. The invisible sword auras formed around the two of them, and then crashed together.

Below the stage, Tian Buyi, Master Shuiyue, and other senior elders all stared intently at the two, observing the fight on the stage with full concentration.

The other Qingyun disciples also held their breath and focused intently on the competition between the two peerless talents of Qingyun.

On the arena, their eyes met. Looking into Lu Xueqi's bright eyes, which were burning with fighting spirit, Zhang Xiaofan's eyes also showed a bit more fervor.

The next moment, Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi exerted force with both arms at the same time, and two streams of magic power burst out instantly, separating the two of them into two streams of light that landed at the edge of the arena.

"Oh!"

Almost simultaneously, Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi stood at the very edge of the arena. They looked up and their eyes met in the air. The two of them slightly bent their knees and then transformed into two streaks of light, flashing across the arena.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sky-blue and dark-colored light flashed and alternated, and each collision was accompanied by a crisp sound of swords clashing.

Each time, Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi separated after a brief encounter, and after spreading out, they shot off again to unleash their next sword strike.

Below the stage, countless Qingyun disciples saw the stage shimmering with light, sword energy crisscrossing, and powerful magic power erupting from time to time, transforming into shockwaves that dispersed the surrounding clouds and mist.

In just a short while, the two on the stage had already exchanged a full hundred blows.

"clang!"

As the two swords clashed once more, a tremendous wave seemed to surge within Lu Xueqi's clear, calm eyes, like the still waters of the Li River. Zhang Xiaofan's gaze sharpened.

"boom!"

The next instant, two powerful bursts of magic erupted from the two, separating them once again.

Lu Xueqi landed gracefully on the edge of the arena, with only her toes lightly touching the edge, as if she were about to fall off the arena at any moment, or as if she were about to ride the wind and gracefully leave.

Zhang Xiaofan stood at the edge of the arena, looking up at Lu Xueqi on the other side. Then, dark sword energy continuously surged from the Mo Xue sword in his hand.

Lu Xueqi was not to be outdone. She made a hand seal, and a cloud of mist instantly gathered, carrying her into the air.

At the same time, the Tianya Divine Sword held in Lu Xueqi's hand also emitted a sky-blue sword light, enveloping her graceful figure. At first glance, it seemed as if she was about to ascend to heaven.

Carried by clouds, Lu Xueqi gracefully rose into the air. Her hand seals shifted once more, and the Tianya Sword shone brightly. Streams of magical power surged from Lu Xueqi's body, transforming into runes before her. Her left hand moved and shifted continuously, the runes emerging and converging. Behind Lu Xueqi, a vast sword array gradually formed, with countless azure sword energies gathering within it.

From afar, the azure sword formation in the sky resembled a bright moon, and the aloof figure before the formation, with flowing robes, looked like a fairy dancing with a sword in a cold palace in the heavens.

Zhang Xiaofan looked up at the sword formation gradually forming behind Lu Xueqi, and his hands moved just as quickly.

The streaks of ink-black sword energy danced before Zhang Xiaofan like dragons and snakes, as if a scholar were wielding a brush, displaying no sharpness whatsoever, but rather an elegant and composed grace that transcended the mundane.

"Buzz!"

As soon as the sword formation was complete, countless sky-blue sword energies lined up behind Lu Xueqi, ready for battle. A sharp aura caused the Qingyun disciples below to look on in amazement.

The ink and brush that had been moving in front of Zhang Xiaofan finally formed a book, with light seemingly shimmering on the runes.

Lu Xueqi made a hand seal again, and a cold, sky-blue sword light shone brightly on the Tianya Divine Sword. With a flick of the sword, countless sword energies rained down.

Zhang Xiaofan raised his eyes and stared at the figure in the sky. The next moment, he tapped his toes and thrust his Mo Xue sword forward, his whole body shooting towards the sky like a moon.

As the Ink Snow Sword thrust forward, the magnificent text danced and flowed into the sword. With each influx of runes, the sword energy on the Ink Snow Sword grew even stronger. Faintly, a phantom sword shadow appeared around Zhang Xiaofan, enveloping him.

Under a clear blue sky and a bright moon, a man rises to dance with his sword, intending to ride the wind. He points his sword at the moon, and in the cold moonlit palace, a stunningly beautiful woman also raises her sword to meet him.

Below the arena, all the Qingyun disciples stared wide-eyed at the incredibly shocking scene before them, as if they wanted to etch the sight into their memories.

Not far away, a huge figure emerged from the edge of the clear pool, with two smaller figures perched on its head, their six eyes fixed intently on the arena above.

Tian Buyi, Zeng Shuchang, and other senior monks all looked amazed, while Master Shuiyue, though in a daze, showed a faint hint of disappointment.

Under the watchful eyes of countless Qingyun Sect members, countless sword energies seemed to descend from the heavens, while the figure enveloped in the dark sword energy, carrying a touch of arrogance, rose to meet the sky head-on, brazenly confronting the rain of sword energy.

"boom!!"

The sky-blue sword energy collided violently with the dark sword shadows surrounding Zhang Xiaofan's body, instantly unleashing powerful waves of magical power and sword energy that transformed into shockwaves that swept outwards.

One after another, sky-blue sword energies bombarded the dark sword shadow, the sword energy constantly impacting the sword shadow, making it gradually become illusory.

The dark sword shadow finally dissipated under the impact of countless sky-blue sword energies; however, the sword energy within the sword formation was also completely depleted.

Lu Xueqi pursed her lips slightly, her clear eyes meeting Zhang Xiaofan's below. Zhang Xiaofan looked up at the stubborn and competitive look in her eyes, his gaze narrowing slightly, but his hands did not stop moving.

The next moment, Lu Xueqi changed her hand seals, and the entire sword formation merged back into the Tianya Divine Sword.

The cold moon in the sky vanished instantly, and then the Frost Moon Fairy descended from the Moon Palace to the mortal world to meet the ink-black swordsman below.

"Ding!!!"

As Mo Xue and Tian Ya clashed, even more astonishing and unparalleled sword energies erupted from the two divine weapons of the Nine Heavens, colliding with a deafening roar.

"boom!"

The even more astonishing magical power collided violently, and a series of even stronger shockwaves transformed into gusts of wind, causing many Qingyun disciples to lose their footing and unconsciously squint their eyes. In an instant, the clouds on the entire Tongtian Peak were swept away.

"Ugh!"

Master Shuiyue couldn't help but sigh softly, his expression a mixture of amazement and deep regret. It was unclear whether he was lamenting his beloved disciple's defeat or the fact that the once similar figure was now nothing but dust.

The chief elders, including Tian Buyi and Zeng Shuchang, also showed expressions of amazement and complexity. Their demeanor was as if an old friend had returned. Dao Xuan Zhenren was overjoyed, unsure whether it was because there was such a talented person in the sect or because the demeanor of an old friend had been passed down.

Shang Zhengliang, standing to the side, couldn't help but sigh as he watched Zhang Xiaofan's figure soaring into the sky with his sword.

"Such unparalleled beauty, it's so true!"

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan's elegant bearing with the Mo Xue Sword, Daoist Cangsong's expression was already complex and unreadable. Upon hearing Shang Zhengliang's unintentional words, two streams of tears couldn't help but slide down his cheeks. His lips moved, but he remained silent.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the stage at that moment, and no one noticed him.

(End of this chapter)