The supreme divine ability of the Sword Dao, Sword Qi Thunder Sound!
According to True Master Yin Jiu's knowledge, this was a divine ability that not even the strongest of the Great Sun Sword Sect, Immortal Jianyang, had comprehended. He was just a hair's breadth away, but had never made the breakthrough, unable to achieve invincibility among his peers, and was defeated by a united front.
"Who exactly are you?"
True Master Yin Jiu bellowed angrily, yet his treasure in hand did not slow down in the slightest.
As he chanted, a domain of dark clouds suddenly unfurled, where lurked a green poison, gloomy and corrosive to space, and within it a sharp aura leaked out, further containing an utmost yin and toxic Sword Intent.
Anyone who was touched by even a sliver would see their Divine Soul and fleshly body turn into a puddle of concentrate dripping onto the ground.
Dove Poison Sword Domain!
This was the Sword Domain that made True Master Yin Jiu notorious across the Northern Plains for many years, within which countless family cultivators had wailed to their deaths.
There was once an entire family's mountain gate drenched in pus and blood from dissolved corpses, causing innumerable cultivators from the twenty-eight houses of the Northern Plains to curse in resentment.
This was the reason he was ostracized and sent to the Great Sun Sword Sect.
But then, within that streak of Bluegold Sword Light that slashed straight down, a mini sword domain swirled around it, and wherever it encountered the obstructive Dove Poison Domain in its path, it was soundlessly and effortlessly cloven apart, unable to hinder it at all.
No, it was not just cleaved apart.
Wherever the Sword Light traveled, an aura that annihilated restricting magic spread, the Dove Poison Sword Domain was first sliced open and then collapsed, delineating a domain forbidden by Sword Dao.
No matter how the domain of green poison tumbled or surged, how incomparably sharp and utterly toxic the Sword Domain that attempted to strike was, it was unable to surpass it.
The sky, following the flight of the Bluegold Sword Light, bore a scar in the Dove Poison Sword Domain that could not heal!
"This Sword Intent..."
A chill settled in True Master Yin Jiu's heart.
"Pigeon Wing Sword, come forth!"
He pointed and roared.
From within the Dove Poison Sword Domain, a Poisonous Pigeon Flying Sword with faint wing markings shot out, and in a flash, it diversified into six swords, forming a Six Harmonies and Ten Thousand Poisons Array.
Accompanied by a high-pitched crowing sound.
The phantom of an ancient Poisonous Pigeon appeared in the sky, its vast wings spread wide, intensifying the fierce poison and sharpness that spread in all directions.
Its beak, made of two Poisonous Pigeon Flying Swords, opened and closed atop each other, adding sharpness;
Its two wings, made of two Poisonous Pigeon Flying Swords, flapped to raise a wild wind, bringing speed;
Its two claws, made of two Poisonous Pigeon Flying Swords, swept through the air, tearing through space.
In the pupils of the ancient Poisonous Pigeon phantom's eyes shone an intelligent gleam, as if a primordial poison beast had been resurrected in the sky, once again reigning over the land.
The ancient Poisonous Pigeon, formed from the Sword Formation, dove towards the Taiqing Flying Sword amidst the Sword Qi Thunder Sound with a fierce gust!
"Is your sword really so spirited?"
Jiang Ding exclaimed in surprise.
This person's strength was far greater than that of Divine Crow Immortal, such that if they faced off directly, Jiang Ding would have to flee in a disheveled manner after only a dozen moves, not being on the same level at all.
Especially the spiritedness of the Flying Sword, which seemed even stronger than the Taiqing Flying Sword.
An instinctual thought surfaced in Jiang Ding's mind again.
The Taiqing Flying Sword traveled through the Sword Qi Thunder Sound channel, performing no fancy swordsmanship; against the ancient Poisonous Pigeon, it did not dodge or evade, striking it with a direct blow.
The two collided at the brink of a hair's breadth.
Spiritual Light exploded across the sky, and space fractured.
Shockwaves swept in all directions, and wherever they passed, the land caved in, the earth's layers overturned, and a cataclysm of destruction ensued.
Accompanied by a mournful cry.
A one-foot-long Poison Wing Sword flew backward in retreat, its spiritual light dim, and of the five flying swords differentiated from its sword-light, three flickered and directly vanished, the remaining two wobbled uncertainly, with their aura plummeting sharply.
In a head-on clash, the Pigeon Wing Sword was overpowered!
"Why is this? Your strength is clearly weaker than mine! Swordsmanship..."
True Master Yin Jiu said unwillingly.
"This feeling, it's quite marvelous..."
Jiang Ding slightly closed his eyes, savoring this sensation of overwhelming swordsmanship.
The reason the Dari Swordsman does not fear the sword cultivators of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion is not because of any cultivation method suppression, any covert tricks in swordsmanship, or constriction of sword intent.
There are no such weaknesses, never have been, placing hope for dominance on shortcuts.
The only reason is being stronger!
Stronger sword intent, stronger swordsmanship, stronger willpower, an overwhelming specific attack among peers.
Ever since Jiang Ding began his sword practice, due to the lack of inheritance, he had been crushed in terms of swordsmanship techniques; first by Ms. Thousand Snakes, followed by Lunzhuan Swordsman, Tianxuan Swordsman, and then Yu Qianzi.
Now, at last, he could suppress with noble swordsmanship!
"You should be about to die."
Jiang Ding opened his eyes but did not respond to True Master Yin Jiu, he calmly said.
True Master Yin Jiu sneered coldly.
He sliced his wrist with a finger, and sinister black-green essence blood gushed out, infusing the Pigeon Wing Sword before him, causing its momentum to climb incessantly, clanging sonorously.
With a flick of True Master Yin Jiu's finger, the collapsing six flying swords revived once more, clanging sonorously, transforming into six lifelike ancient Poisonous Pigeons, forming a formation, and charging towards the young man in green robes in the sky.
A ruthless and tyrannical sword intent surged skyward!
At this moment, inexplicably, fear began to creep into True Master Yin Jiu's heart as he instinctively started to fight using his own essence blood without any hesitation.
Simultaneously, there was a restlessness in his sword intent, fervent and longing, as if seeing the ultimate delicacy!
If he could slay and consume it, his own Sword Dao would experience an unprecedented explosive growth, even considering Sword Qi Thunder Sound as trivial.
He might even take a huge stride toward the realm of Divinity Transformation!
"The exceptional spirituality in your sword, I think I know how it appeared."
Jiang Ding pointed at his Taiqing Flying Sword.
Nine beams of sword-light diversified and burst forth with the thunder sound, nine against six, accompanied by the thunder sound, each move forcing the six ancient Poisonous Pigeons to retreat continuously, feathers breaking, wounds multiplying.
If it weren't for the gap in strength and stage, he could have severed all six flying swords by now.
Sword slash, sword jab, sword stab, sword cleave... Each movement of the flying sword was exceptionally nimble, with the edge and sword qi precisely striking the weak points of the Pigeon Wing Sword, overpowering it despite being lesser in strength.
Shortly afterward, Jiang Ding guessed the reason: "Did you merge a Nascent Soul Stage demon beast into your life flying sword? That would explain such spirituality and power."
"But this, it's a tactic of magic cultivation!"
Jiang Ding, puzzled, looked at him in amazement: "Us sword cultivators, our focus is on specialization, on being utmost pure, no matter what path we take, it is the same, you will ruin your own sword intent and path."
"No wonder, you turned to the Liudao Sect."
Jiang Ding gradually came back to his senses.
True Master Yin Jiu's face turned spiteful, roaring as his deepest wounds were laid bare: "A mere ant with a slight talent in Sword Dao, how dare you bark before an elder!"
Witnessing the six ancient Poisonous Pigeons quickly losing ground, he no longer held back; a simple yet pitch-black shield, covered with ferocious and screaming depictions of poison beasts, appeared in front of him to block the attacks.
His other hand retrieved a poison flag, swinging it fiercely, from which countless poison swords erupted, filling the sky and infusing into the six ancient Poisonous Pigeons, wildly amplifying their momentum.
These two items were unmistakably mid-tier Nascent Treasures, and in conjunction with their exquisite coordination, the combat power soared in an instant.