The sword light began to rise, and the energy was icy cold.
When Ye Fan's sixth sword fell, everyone could only feel that the heaven and earth were nearly darkened and sunken.
Moreover, the temperature around them all dropped rapidly.
It felt as if they had stepped into winter in an instant.
The streams in the distance were frozen, and the originally lush grass and trees were covered in a layer of white frost.
What was even more alarming was that the sky, which had been clear just a few minutes ago, had started to snow, perhaps because of the sudden drop in temperature.
A thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow!
At the top of the Chu Sect Mountain, these thousands of people were like falling into an ice cellar.
"This heavenly phenomenon?"
"How... How is it possible?"
The old faces of the two Elders of Xuan Hei changed colour once again when they felt the majestic cold intent surging in.
"This Broken Heart Sword Intent can actually affect the celestial phenomenon?"
"How strong must this sword of his be?"
The two old men of Xuan Hei were appalled to the core.
In the Martial Dao world, only when one's martial arts had reached an extremely exquisite level could one draw the heavens and earth and stir up the clouds.
This had always been the highest realm that the two Elders had ever sought.
But now, they had seen it with their own eyes in this Chu Family outcast.
Just like what was said in that Cloud Smoke Sword Skill, at this moment, Ye Fan was truly a sword of wind and snow, a sword of ice.
That heartbreaking sword intent swept through the rivers of heaven, nearly freezing this heaven and earth.
It is said that swordplay is a true reflection of every swordsman's heart.
If this were true, it would be difficult for the two Elders to imagine what kind of desolation and desolation Ye Fan, who was able to use such icy sword intent, must have felt inside.
However, this change in the sky only caught the attention of the two old men who were obsessed with martial arts, but the thoughts of Chu Zhengliang and the others were not on this.
At this moment, what they were more concerned about was the sixth sword that Ye Fan had used.
"This... This..."
"Damn it!"
"This son of a bitch, he actually used the sixth sword?"
"How is he so capable?"
"My Tang Sect Master has only practiced five swords, huh?"
The Tang family were all confused at this point.
The Grand Elder of the Chu Sect was even more depressed and angry, near to vomiting blood.
There was shock and fear on an old face, and even more lofty.
He really couldn't accept that an outsider had surpassed Tang Yun in the number of Cloud Smoke Sword Techniques he had comprehended.
"This is tragic."
"Sect Master Tang didn't share the victory with him with those five swords."
"Now if the sixth sword falls, it will definitely be the last straw that breaks the camel's back..."
The hearts of the Chu Sect's crowd were already beginning to cool.
Chu Zhengliang was also starting to worry about Tang Yun's safety.
However, Chu Zhengliang was only worried.
Even Ye Fan was able to use the Sixth Sword, he did not believe that Tang Yun would not have practiced the Sixth Sword?
As long as Tang Yun also quickly added a sword at this time, or even the sixth and seventh swords all cut together, then Ye Fan would definitely be defeated.
Sure enough, it was just as Chu Zhengliang had guessed, and after seeing Ye Fan finally use the Broken Gut, Tang Yun also followed suit.
With a twist of her longsword, ice linked energy was poured into it.
And then, a slash against the sky!
The sixth sword of the Cloud Smoke Sword Skill was also used right after it.
And, it wasn't finished yet.
After the sixth sword severing sword intent fell, Tang Yun unexpectedly stepped on the earth, her might rising again.
"This... This..."
"Could it be?"
"Sect Master Tang has already practiced to the seventh sword?"
The moment they saw Tang Yun's might sweep through the River of Heaven, the people of the Chu Sect, who were still filled with apprehension, boiled over once again.
The Grand Elder of the Chu Sect even grinned out with excitement. "Hahahaha..."
"I told you, I can always trust Sect Master Tang!"
"My Sect Master Tang, is invincible!"
....
"My Chu Sect Master, is undefeatable!"
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After Tang Yun's seven consecutive sword cuts, the entire Chu Sect Mountain had boiled over.
Everyone was cheering and jumping for joy.
Even though the battle was not yet over, Chu Zhengliang and the others already felt that the victory was within their grasp.
After all, with the same sword skill, Ye Fan had used six swords, more Tang Yun had used seven, and had already overpowered Ye Fan in terms of numbers.
What's more, the Cloud Smoke Sword Technique was the sword technique of the Tang family, so it must be more compatible with the technique that Tang Yun practised.
In addition, Tang Yun had been famous for many years, had a deep heritage, had practiced swords since she was young, and had accumulated her understanding of the sword dao step by step.
It was in no way comparable to someone like Ye Fan, a half-assed Chu family's sword user.
"My Lord Tang Clan occupies the heavenly time, the geographical location and the people, so how can we not win?"
"Hahahaha..."
Chu Zhengliang laughed upwards, almost having seen the sight of Ye Fan kneeling down and begging for mercy.
The rest of the Chu Sect crowd was also waiting for Ye Fan's rout.
As for Tang Yun, who was at the tip of the storm, her face was expressionless as she held her long sword and streaked across the void.
Seven swords cut in quick succession, their mighty power as swift and majestic as a river.
Just like this, the Lord of the Chu Clan cut at Ye Fan with an unrelenting momentum.
"It's over."
Tang Yun took one last look at Ye Fan in the midst of that storm, her red lips lightly opened, her clear, cold voice, blown to pieces by the storm.
Obviously, Tang Yun also felt that under her seven swords all out, Ye Fan would not have any possibility of overturning.
The difference in quantity and depth would make her, Tang Yun, the one who would have the last laugh!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Several sword lights cut through the sky, and finally, under everyone's gaze, they clashed with Ye Fan's Broken Heart Sword Intent.
Boom!
An even more majestic and majestic resounding sound quietly exploded like a shocking thunder.
At that moment, it was like a nuclear warhead, exploding at the very centre of the clash between the two sides' sword moves, and the terrifying wind, at a speed of thousands of metres per second, spilled out wildly in all directions!
It swept through everything!
The mountains, rivers and earth trembled, and a thousand metres in circumference was nearly razed to the ground.
Half of Chu Men Mountain was reduced to rubble under the aftermath of this collision.
"What a terrifying might."
"The mere aftermath of the collision is so powerful. How strong should the very centre of the collision be?"
Many people no longer dared to imagine.
The terrifying sight made the crowd feel nothing but numbness in their skulls.
But while trembling, those present there were all secretly praying.
Praying that Sect Master Tang Yun, could laugh all the way to the end, could kill that intruder, and could avenge the dead Chu Sect disciples.
However, out of all the people present, the only one who was truly worried about Ye Fan's safety was probably Meng Wangyu.
While Tang Yun and Ye Fan were dueling to the death, Meng Evening Yu's tears were already flowing down her face.
This time, she did not persuade anyone to stop.
She knew that it was no longer useful.
Ye Fan was already disheartened, and her teacher, Tang Yun, was even less likely to choose mercy on Mount Chu Mun.
She knew her teacher too well, valuing her career, her duty, the honour of the sect, above anything else.
This woman, for the sake of safeguarding the sect's interests, would give everything she had.
This is Tang Yun, a woman who treats the clan, her duty, as if her life is all she has.
The glory of the Chu Sect is her glory.
The pride of the Chu Sect was likewise her pride.
This battle was destined to have a result.
Of course, apart from Meng Wangyu, the Two Elders of Xuan Hei also showed a few moments of regret for Ye Fan, in a rare moment.
Ye Fan, after all, was Chu Zhenghong's son.
Such a good talent, if he were to fall under Tang Yun's sword, it would really, too bad, right?
Just as the crowd was having their own thoughts, the clash at the top of the Chu Sect's mountain finally came to an end.
The sound of the wind had dispersed, and that longitudinal sword aura had gradually thinned out.
All the storms had finally subsided.
As the noise dispersed, the heaven and earth here returned to silence.
At the top of the sea of clouds, only two people remained, holding long swords and standing far apart.
One of them, a lonely shadow of the cold sky, was expressionless. The thin figure stood there, only like a lance standing tall.
The other, with a long skirt, graceful and elegant, three thousand green tresses, streaked like snow in the wind.
"Who has won?"
"Is it a draw?"
The crowd looked at the two people standing proudly in the long sky, and all of them said in doubt.
However, just as the words of Chu Zhengliang and the others fell.
Poof~
Only a muffled grunt could be heard.
Between the clouds and the sea, that stunningly beautiful silhouette's delicate body trembled.
Crimson blood poured out into the long air.
Immediately afterwards, the formerly noble and unparalleled Lord of the Chu Sect fell from the sky!