Chapter 229: Profound Ice Seven Swords

At the same time, the night was deep, and the suburbs outside Cloud City were utterly silent.

The thick darkness was like a huge black curtain, shrouding the entire Cloud City.

It made people feel oppressed and fearful.

Outside the city, a youthful figure suddenly appeared.

That figure dragged a body covered in wounds, leaning with difficulty against an old tree for a brief rest.

At this moment, the youth's body was covered with wounds of all sizes, blood continually seeping out, staining his clothes dark red.

Bloodstains marred the white sword in his hand, making it impossible to tell whether they belonged to the enemy or to himself.

However, he looked back with a panicked expression.

It seemed he was dodging something.

And this person was none other than Ye Xiaoliu.

After going to the Azure Cloud Sect to look for his sister and failing, his master was instead abducted by a mysterious power.

From Zhou Tianming he learned that, in the present world, to save his master he must find Lin Yang.

Thus, he resolutely set out on the road to Cloud City to seek Lin Yang.

Unexpectedly.

On the way to Cloud City, a mysterious force followed him like a shadow, like a pack of hungry wolves, never letting him out of its sight.

Several times, those people forced him into desperate straits, his life hanging by a thread.

But relying on his stubborn will and extraordinary strength, he repeatedly escaped death's door.

Fortunately, despite constant danger along the way, he finally arrived at Cloud City.

Gazing at the flickering lights in the direction of Cloud City ahead, a spark of hope ignited in the youth's eyes.

Because, within Cloud City, the Qingzhou Grand Tournament was being held.

The experts of his sect, the Profound Ice Sect, were present here.

As long as he could enter the Profound Ice Sect's headquarters, he could gain protection.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiaoliu drew a deep breath.

He endured the pain in his body, dragging his heavy steps as he prepared to move forward.

However.

Just as he took a step, six black shadows descended silently like ghosts.

In an instant, they blocked his path completely.

These people were precisely those who had been hunting him.

At that moment, the leader of the group, a masked man, emanated a chilling aura from his whole body.

Like a demon from hell, he made people shudder.

He stepped forward slowly, his eyes like blades, and said coldly, 'Ye Xiaoliu, where can you run this time?'

Hearing those words,

Ye Xiaoliu instinctively tightened his grip on his sword.

His knuckles whitened from the force.

A chill spread from the blade's edge throughout his body.

He secretly marveled, having thought that by maneuvering skillfully in the mountains and forests he could buy more time to reach Cloud City.

He hadn't expected this persistent gang to cling to him like bone-deep maggots, catching up so quickly.

Ye Xiaoliu knew well that the opposition was numerous and powerful, with steady auras, certainly not ordinary foes; if he rashly clashed head-on, it would be like using an egg against a stone.

While feigning calm, his gaze like a torch secretly surveyed the surrounding terrain, seeking a breakout to escape.

Meanwhile, he calculated in his mind that once he entered Cloud City, he could receive protection from the Profound Ice Sect's experts.

Immediately, he identified an escape route, preparing to flee the area first.

However.

His intentions seemed already seen through by the enemy.

The leader, the masked man, seemed able to discern his every thought, giving a slight wave of his hand.

The five masked men at his side understood instantly.

Their bodies moved swiftly like ghosts.

In the blink of an eye.

They completely sealed off every possible retreat of Ye Xiaoliu.

Ye Xiaoliu's eyes turned cold, knowing they had seen through his plan.

Seeing Ye Xiaoliu's plan come to naught and his expression grim, the masked man's icy voice rang out again: 'Ye Xiaoliu, where do you think you can still flee to?'

That voice sounded like demonic music from the Nine Netherworld Hells.

It echoed in the silent night sky, making people's flesh creep.

Ye Xiaoliu drew a deep breath.

The cold air entered his lungs through his respiratory tract, making him increasingly alert.

He realized he had fallen into a desperate situation, with no retreat, left only to fight.

Thinking that he had not yet found Lin Yang's trace, nor could he ask Lin Yang to rescue his master abducted by the mysterious power,

Ye Xiaoliu felt a sharp pang in his heart.

He quickly calmed himself.

'If I cannot escape, then I will fight!'

Ye Xiaoliu shouted loudly, his voice like a great bell, and the sword in his hand was already drawn.

Then I will carve a bloody path with the sword in my hand.

Ye Xiaoliu's sword in hand, the blade flickered with cold light.

Immediately.

He let out an angry shout again.

"Xuanbing Seven Swords!"

Ye Xiaoliu roared violently, his voice echoing through the clouds.

This Xuanbing Seven Swords is the sect's supreme secret art of the Xuanbing Sect, its grade reaching the terrifying Imperial-level cultivation method.

To cultivate this sword technique, one must endure hardships unimaginable to ordinary people, and it demands extremely high talent and comprehension from the practitioner.

Ye Xiaoliu had spent many years in the Xuanbing Sect, training day and night, before he managed to grasp this sword technique to the Minor Accomplishment stage.

At this moment of life and death, he unhesitatingly unleashed it, preparing to fight to the bitter end.

With his shout of 'Kill!', a piercing sword aura burst forth instantly.

Like a ferocious beast that had been sealed for a long time and finally broke free, wrapped in piercing cold, it lunged at the masked leader.

Where the sword aura passed, the ground was gouged with deep cracks, and the surrounding trees trembled from the sword aura's shock, leaves scattering.

Just as the five masked men were about to act, blocking Ye Xiaoliu's attack.

But was halted by the shout of the leading masked man.

"All of you step back; I will kill him myself!"

The masked man's voice carried an undeniable majesty.

He said.

He slowly drew a sword; the blade emitted a gloomy cold light, and the runes on the blade flickered faintly, as if containing endless mysterious power.

As this sword appeared, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few more degrees, and the air was filled with an even stronger killing intent.

The masked man's gaze calmly fixed on Ye Xiaoliu.

His eyes revealed contempt and disdain.

Immediately, his figure flickered and he instantly lunged at Ye Xiaoliu to kill.

His aura suddenly rose, like a towering iceberg exuding cold, every move displaying extraordinariness.

He seemingly casually swung a sword; this sword seemed to cleave the void, carrying an irresistible force, precisely shattering the first sword of Ye Xiaoliu's Xuanbing Seven Swords.

The powerful sword aura impact caused Ye Xiaoliu's chest to surge with qi and blood, his whole body uncontrollably stepping back three paces.

His feet carved two deep gullies into the ground.

Seeing his proud first move of the Xuanbing Seven Swords so easily shattered by the opponent, Ye Xiaoliu felt both shocked and doubtful.

What is shocking is that, within the mysterious forces hunting him, there hides a person of such profound and unfathomable strength.

What is doubtful is that the opponent's sword seemed to know the Xuanbing Seven Swords inside out, able to precisely find the opening in the sword move and shatter him in one strike.

The feeling this person before him gave him was not merely knowing the Xuanbing Seven Swords, but as if he had once cultivated this sword technique, deeply versed in its mysteries.

The masked man opposite let out a cold laugh, his laughter echoing in the silent night sky, filled with mockery and scorn.

"The most dazzling genius of the Xuanbing Sect, personally nurtured by the Xuanbing Old Ancestor, having comprehended the true intent of the Xuanbing Seven Swords, is this all you've got?"

These mocking words were like a sharp blade, stabbing Ye Xiaoliu's heart.

Ye Xiaoliu narrowed his eyes, a hint of wariness flashing in them.

He increasingly felt that the malice of the person before him was not merely a simple pursuit, but stemmed from deep-seated jealousy and resentment.

"Who exactly are you?"

Ye Xiaoliu said in a deep voice, his tone carrying a hint of resolve.

The masked man did not respond, merely coldly saying: "Since you only have this much ability, then let's end it here!"

As his words fell, the sword in his hand instantly burst forth a blinding red light.

The intense sword aura ran rampant, the surrounding air as if ignited by this force.

"Xuanbing Seven Swords!"

The masked man let out an angry shout, this shout like thunder, shaking the surrounding trees to rustle.

He likewise employed the Xuanbing Seven Swords.