Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Cui Juqing's figure moved erratically to the left and right, his sword light appearing and disappearing. Each flash was accompanied by a sharp, cunning sword aura that attacked Xie Xiaoyi from all sides.

These sword energies were not vast, but they were incomparably sharp, carrying the will to pierce through everything.

Li Yi'an's expression changed instantly, and he subconsciously took half a step forward.

To her utter surprise, her senior brother only exchanged three sword strikes with Xie Xiaoyi before launching his own attack.

This was not the attitude of a senior and junior challenging each other in swordsmanship; rather, it was like a worthy opponent, treating Xie Xiaoyi as a master of the same level.

Xie Xiaoyi didn't hesitate either, parrying, blocking, or directly confronting the sword energy, shattering each strike.

Every swing of the sword and every movement precisely blocked Cui Juqing's attack route, as steady as a rock.

The heavy Heaven-Opening Greatsword seemed to come alive in his hands, transforming into an impenetrable iron wall.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!..."

The sounds of sword energy clashing with sword qi blended together, and fragments of air constantly splashed between the two.

Xie Xiaoyi's steps did not move an inch from beginning to end; he remained firmly rooted to the spot.

He was digesting, learning, and adapting to this high-intensity, targeted attack.

With each collision, the power within him condenses a little more, and his understanding of the sword deepens a little more.

Pressure is being transformed into motivation.

As a senior, Cui Juqing, having failed to break through for a long time, secretly nodded in approval.

This boy possesses astonishing fighting talent, and his resilience is even more terrifying.

His offensive suddenly changed, no longer pursuing speed and angle. His figure solidified three zhang in front of Xie Xiaoyi, and his long sword was raised high above his head.

A vast sword intent surged into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

A faint snowflake was falling from the sky.

Shen Beiluo exclaimed in surprise, "A sword comes from the west, and the snow of Kunlun Mountain melts!"

He thought to himself: Does Senior Brother think that we can't win against Xie Xiaoyi without using this move?

Although Cui Juqing's sword energy merely drew down snowflakes, far from a real snowfall, the overwhelming power of the heavens caused everyone present to tremble.

"The final sword strike!" Cui Juqing's voice was solemn. "If you can withstand it, your challenge to the sword today will be considered a success."

Xie Xiaoyi took a deep breath and felt the destructive power contained in the sword intent.

He knew that Cui Juqing's sword strike was no ordinary matter.

So he closed his eyes, plunged the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword into the ground, gripped the hilt with both hands, and formed a sword incantation in front of him.

Nourish your sword and build up its power; let the sword's intent reside in its edge.

Within his body, there are four vastly different yet incredibly powerful forces: Dragon Essence, Phoenix Blood, Tortoise Spirit, and Qilin Marrow.

Under the influence of the Ancestral Dragon's True Qi, it circulated wildly along specific meridians, colliding and attempting to merge with the sword body.

In an instant—

A chaotic, violent aura, as if it were about to create the world, rose from his body.

The air around Xie Xiaoyi began to distort, and the sand and gravel on the ground moved on their own without any wind.

Lu Fang and Hu Si stared wide-eyed in tension.

This sword strike must be observed carefully; it may greatly benefit one's martial arts in the future.

Just then, a glint flashed in Cui Juqing's eyes, and his long sword, carrying the true meaning of snow falling on earth, slashed down with a thunderous roar!

A massive, dazzling, silvery-white sword aura, composed of countless falling snowflakes, slashed down towards Xie Xiaoyi!

Just as the sword energy was about to strike—

Xie Xiaoyi suddenly opened his eyes, and a dragon and phoenix image seemed to flash in his eyes.

He roared and gripped the hilt of the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword, which was stuck in the ground, with both hands, and swung it upwards with all his might!

"Kenpachi - Laughing at the Mortal World!"

It has no dragon shape, no phoenix shadow, no Qilin arm, and no tortoise shell shield...

Only a single, dense sword aura, as primordial as the beginning of chaos, gray and immeasurably heavy, rose from below, cleaving the heavens in reverse!

The sword energy was not huge, and even somewhat inconspicuous.

But the moment it appeared, the surrounding space seemed to collapse slightly.

Wherever it passed, the air was completely displaced, creating a brief vacuum trail.

"BOOM—!!!"

Two sword beams, one carrying the majestic power of heaven, descended from above, while the other carrying the weight of chaos, ascended from below.

Without any fancy moves, they collided...

Time seemed to stretch out at this moment...

Two completely different, yet extremely powerful, sword intents and forces clashed, annihilated, and exploded at the center of their collision.

The blinding light made everyone instinctively close their eyes.

The deafening noise caused those with weaker cultivation levels to experience ringing in their ears and almost lose their hearing.

An indescribably violent shockwave was sweeping out in all directions in a ring shape.

Wherever it passed, the bluestone ground was lifted up layer by layer, and the gravel was shot out in all directions like raindrops.

The disciples of Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect tried their best to defend themselves, but they were still blown about and staggered, with broken stones following closely behind.

The power was too great; it was too late to dodge.

Li Yi'an frowned and swung his sword several times in succession.

Sword energies formed walls of sword energy in front of the Kunlun disciples, blocking all the impact damage.

Lu Fang patted the Seven Star Sword Box on his back, and seven long swords—Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, Tian Quan, Yu Heng, Kai Yang, and Yao Guang—flew out in response.

They hovered in the air and formed the Big Dipper Sword Formation, steadily protecting the members of the True Martial Sect in the center.

The flying rocks and violent shockwaves crashed into the sword formation, but were all shredded and blocked, unable to harm the True Martial disciples in the slightest.

At the same time, the tiger-like beast clasped its hands together and silently chanted, "Great Golden Bell Shield—Descend!"

A surge of golden energy erupted from his body, instantly condensing into a massive golden bell in mid-air.

With a loud "thud," the sound steadily enveloped the more than one hundred monks of Dajue Temple.

The rubble and shockwaves slammed into the golden bell, creating a continuous series of thuds, keeping all danger at bay.

Everyone secretly rejoiced...

If it weren't for the presence of experts from each side who used their life-saving techniques, they might have been caught in the crossfire and unable to escape unscathed.

After a long while...

The qi and sword qi slowly dissipated.

The scene gradually became clear.

A huge, irregular crater appeared in the ground, with two people on either side of it.

Cui Juqing stood with his sword in hand, his posture as upright as ever, though his face was paler than before, but his grip on the sword remained steady.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that the sleeve of the hand holding the sword has been completely turned to ashes, and there are several small bloody marks on his arm that were torn by the force of the recoil.

His breathing fluctuated slightly, but it quickly subsided.

Xie Xiaoyi knelt on one knee on the other side of the pit, the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword deeply embedded in the ground, supporting his body.

His clothes were already tattered, revealing his well-proportioned and muscular body.

With full pectoral muscles, well-defined abdominal muscles, and smooth, strong shoulder muscles, he exudes a robust and powerful aesthetic.

The female disciple, Afang, secretly swallowed.

No wonder Yun Qianxun and Murong Wei were kidnapped by him!

No wonder Xue Xiaoqi and Shen Xinyu were jealous of him!

It's one thing that he's handsome, but his physique is also amazing!

Xie Xiaoyi raised his head, looked at Cui Juqing opposite him, and a smile appeared on his lips.