Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

While Hu Si was still processing Lu Fang's words, the situation on the field had already changed.

Xie Xiaoyi's two sword strikes failed, so he gripped the hilt of the heavy sword tightly with both hands, and a sword intent capable of crushing mountains slowly emanated from the blade.

Cui Juqing's eyes narrowed, and his fingers gripping the sword hilt tightened slightly.

He felt the pressure, a long-lost pressure from rivals of equal standing.

It's a bit strange. Xie Xiaoyi is clearly at the Sun-Radiant Realm, so how come his sword intent reaches the level of an Earth Immortal?

He slowly raised the Snowfall Sword in his hand. The sword was plain, but its aura locked down the oppressive force brought by Xie Xiaoyi's sword intent.

"Third sword!" Xie Xiaoyi shouted in a low voice, and he moved.

It's not about being fast, but about being "heavy".

He felt as if he were one with the thick earth energy of the Kunlun Mountains; with each step he took, the ground trembled slightly.

He raised his heavy sword and slashed horizontally.

An invisible sword aura, condensed to its extreme and so heavy it was suffocating, swept along the ground and hurtled towards Cui Juqing.

The sword energy in the arena pushed over, making it hard for people to breathe.

The Kunlun disciples erupted in shock, with several in the front row exclaiming in disbelief, "That sword intent! It's too heavy!"

Someone with sharp eyes noticed that Xie Xiaoyi's arms were faintly glowing with a bluish light, as if they were covered with a layer of Qilin scales.

"Look! The qi on his arms looks like that of a Qilin!"

"The first sword strike was dragon-shaped sword energy, the second was phoenix-shaped, could the intent of this third sword strike be that of a qilin?"

Cui Juqing's expression turned solemn, and he held nothing back.

He took a deep breath, held his longsword upright in front of him with the tip pointing to the sky, and then slowly pressed it down.

A thick, resilient, pale golden sword aura collided head-on with the heavy sword aura.

"boom--!!!"

The ground between the two suddenly collapsed several feet, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly for dozens of feet.

A fierce shockwave swept across the ground, causing the clothes of those in the distance to flutter wildly, and those with weaker cultivation levels to almost lose their footing.

Xie Xiaoyi swayed, let out a muffled groan, and his foot "crackled" as he crushed a patch of rocks, staggering back five steps.

Cui Juqing's body trembled violently, but he did not retreat a step. However, the sleeve of his sword-wielding arm tore open with a "rip".

The entire room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Shen Xinyu tugged at Shen Beiluo's sleeve and asked softly, "Father, who won, Brother Xie or Uncle Cui?"

Shen Beiluo stared intently at the scene. As a cultivator at the Sun-Radiance Realm, his eyesight was naturally sharp, and he immediately grasped the situation.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: "Right now... it's still a 50/50 split."

Xie Mo retreated five steps, dissipating the force on the ground. Although your Uncle Cui didn't move, his sleeve was torn by the impact, thus releasing the force into the air.

The two took different approaches, and neither gained an advantage.

Shen Xinyu stared wide-eyed at Cui Juqing in disbelief—

That senior master, who was almost invincible in her heart, actually didn't gain any advantage in a head-on confrontation.

Lu Fang and Hu Si also held their breath.

They knew that the third brother had become stronger, but they didn't expect him to be strong enough to directly challenge Cui Juqing, who was at the Earth Immortal Dao Inquiry Realm!

Cui Juqing slowly lowered his arm, looked at the tear in his sleeve, and then looked at Xie Xiaoyi, who had just regained his balance.

The last trace of carelessness in my heart completely dissipated, replaced by the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

He had not encountered an opponent for a long time who could put so much pressure on him in terms of the word "power" in swordsmanship.

"A fine sword! Its sword intent is profound and powerful, like a raging torrent! Xie Xiaoyi, you are indeed qualified to challenge me in swordsmanship."

He paused, then pointed his longsword diagonally at the ground: "Those three sword strikes were your attack and my defense. Now, it's my turn."

Xie Xiaoyi suppressed the surging blood and qi within him and grinned, "I couldn't be happier!"

This is exactly what he wanted: to challenge the strong.

The sword clash he had just exchanged had greatly benefited him, and a hidden power was stirring within him.

Cui Juqing said no more and took a step forward.

Just one step.

A sharp, heaven-defying sword intent suddenly descended, instantly enveloping the entire open space.

This sword intent is not domineering, yet it is omnipresent.

The disciples of Dajue Temple, Zhenwu Dao Sect, and Tianjian Sect all felt an invisible sword aura that was so intimidating that they could hardly breathe.

Cui Juqing raised his sword, his movements simple and direct, just a casual thrust.

But Xie Xiaoyi's pupils suddenly contracted.

In his eyes, Cui Juqing's sword strike locked down all his space to dodge and sealed off any possible changes in his moves.

The sword tip was pointing precisely at the tiny "gap" in his current aura and internal energy flow.

It's not about speed or ferocity, it's about accuracy.

Accurate to the finest degree, accurate to the point of despair.

The swordsmanship of a Celestial Immortal at the Daoist Realm is no longer confined to the superficial appearance of moves, but directly targets the fundamental flaws.

Xie Xiaoyi knew he couldn't avoid it, nor did he need to.

He held the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword horizontally in front of him, pouring all the strongest defensive power of the tortoise spirit within his body into the sword.

In the blink of an eye, a transparent tortoise-shell-like energy shield suddenly appeared in front of him—

The simplest parry.

"Clang—!!!" A long, resounding clang of metal echoed at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Cui Juqing's seemingly casual sword strike landed on the thickest part of the tortoise shell shield.

The next instant, with a "crack!" the air shield shattered.

Xie Xiaoyi was blasted backward by an indescribable, extremely concentrated penetrating force, leaving his feet on the ground!

But while he was in the air, he used his waist and abdomen to forcefully stabilize his body, and his feet pushed off backward with force before landing.

"Bang—" Two shallow pits were stomped into the ground, and the person stood still.

A hint of admiration flashed in Cui Juqing's eyes.

He was well aware of the power of his sword strike; it seemed simple, but in reality, it embodied his understanding of the swordsmanship principle of "breaking through momentum."

Even those at the fifth level of cultivation, if merely grazed by sword intent, would either die or be seriously injured.

Xie Xiaoyi, however, withstood the attack head-on. Although he was thrown back by the force of the impact, his fighting spirit and momentum did not dissipate.

"Can you still fight?" Cui Juqing asked.

Xie Xiaoyi took a few deep breaths, his eyes shining brightly: "Of course! That's more like it! Let's do it again!"

He felt the pressure from Cui Juqing's impeccable sword intent, which pointed directly to his weaknesses.

The surging power within my body is now operating and merging at an unprecedented speed, leading to an understanding of "force".

My understanding of my own cultivation level is also rising rapidly.

This is exactly what he needs!

To prove one's path through force, how can one not fight against the strong?

Cui Juqing nodded, and with a flicker, he vanished from his spot.

This time, it's about speed.

It's not so fast that it's imperceptible to the naked eye, but rather a kind of extreme speed that blends into space and carries a certain rhythm.

It was as if he wasn't running, but rather "gliding" through space, his trajectory unpredictable and elusive.

Xie Xiaoyi's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the blurry figure.

He knew that he might not be a match for a Celestial Immortal in terms of speed, so he simply chose to remain still and wait for the right moment to act.

With his feet slightly apart, his heavy sword pointed diagonally at the ground, his aura spread out, and he amplified his mental perception to the limit.

It captures every subtle fluctuation and deadly threat in the air.