The difference in cultivation level between Hua Yun and Zhuo Xinyan was immediately apparent and obvious.
Just when everyone thought Zhuo Xinyan would soon be defeated, Zhuo Xinyan's voice came from behind.
"Hua Yun, your swordsmanship is surprisingly fast, but your strength is lacking. It's all show and no substance."
As Zhuo Xinyan spoke, the fiery red maple leaves were moving; it was not yet dusk, but the sky had already turned red.
In that instant, everyone felt a chilling wind blowing, a chilling wind that made their hearts tremble.
An invisible sword aura suddenly erupted, colliding and echoing with Hua Yun's sword aura in the air, making the wind stronger and fiercer, stirring up the fallen leaves on the ground and causing them to dance wildly, which made the disciples of the Sword Pavilion show a bit of shock.
The sword energy emanating from Zhuo Xinyan didn't seem to be at a disadvantage against her senior brother.
Moreover, they sensed an aura slowly rising from Zhuo Xinyan, which had not yet reached its peak.
In fact, Zhuo Xinyan had been preparing for this sword strike for a long time. In that instant, Zhuo Xinyan seemed to have seen through Hua Yun's weakness, and the sharp sword in her hand was suddenly drawn.
A flash of cold light, and Hua Yun's expression suddenly changed.
Throughout the battle, Hua Yun had the upper hand and the advantage, but for some reason, at this moment, he felt oppressed.
It was very slight, but also quite noticeable.
The dense forest could not stop Zhuo Xinyan's sword. It was as if there was nothing in front of her. In her eyes, there was only Hua Yun as an opponent.
Zhuo Xinyan thrust out her sword lightly, but this seemingly casual gesture was as swift as lightning. What was originally unchanging suddenly gave people a feeling of endless transformation.
The sword in Zhuo Xinyan's hand seemed to have come to life, and she controlled it as if it were a part of her body, which immediately astonished the disciples of the Sword Pavilion. Even Zhang Yun's face showed a hint of relief.
Zhuo Xinyan's sword strikes were incredibly fast, even faster than Hua Yun's, and their variations were endless. Even Hua Yun, the undisputed prodigy of the Sword Pavilion, couldn't see the changes clearly, which made his expression grow increasingly grim.
"Hmph, all flash and no substance. Such a fast sword, but its power isn't that great, is it?"
Calming himself down, Hua Yun sneered and stepped forward without hesitation.
He admitted that Zhuo Xinyan possessed talent in swordsmanship that was on par with his.
Therefore, he will use his cultivation level to crush them, absolutely crush them with his cultivation level!
As the sword light flowed, time seemed to stand still, and the entire world consisted of only two swords, two swords clashing against each other.
All of this sounds slow, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.
The fallen leaves continued to lap against the ground like waves, but at this moment, both of them stopped moving.
Zhuo Xinyan and Hua Yun had switched places.
After that, neither Zhuo Xinyan nor Hua Yun made a move.
This somewhat eerie scene caused the pupils of almost everyone present to contract slightly.
Is the outcome already decided?
So, who really won?
Zhang Yun smiled immediately.
As the Heavenly Dao among countless realms, Zhang Yun, who possessed the power to oversee tens of thousands of beings, naturally discerned the underlying clues.
Amidst the falling leaves, Hua Yun, whose cultivation was at the peak of the eighth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm, was defeated, utterly defeated.
"Who really won?"
Even though from the very beginning, he believed that his older brother possessed overwhelming strength.
But as time went on, Hua Zhi became increasingly uncertain. At this moment, he couldn't help but swallow hard, his palms sweating with nervousness.
Ye Qianzhi also kept her eyes glued to the battlefield, hoping to find a solution. She also hoped that Sister Xinyan would win her first battle after becoming a disciple, as this would have a significant impact on her future cultivation and character development.
"Young Master, who won?" Ye Qianzhi asked Zhang Yun, not recognizing him.
As a powerful expert in the Heavenly Gang Realm, the young master's insight must be far superior to that of those in the Heavenly Origin Realm.
"What do you think?" Zhang Yun simply smiled, not needing to reveal the final result.
Just then, a thin line of red blood appeared on Hua Yun's seemingly intact neck, which was even more dazzling and eye-catching under the setting sun.
"Don't you understand the principle that speed is the only way to break through all martial arts? Besides, my sword has already reached its limit."
Sheathing her sword, Zhuo Xinyan spoke calmly before turning and walking towards Zhang Yun without looking back.
The moment she turned around, Hua Yun's eyes gradually became empty. The sound of the corpse falling to the ground was like a shrill, deadly sound to the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, directly shaking them to the deepest part of their hearts.
Seeing their senior brother lying motionless like a corpse, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion widened their eyes, almost squeezing their eyeballs, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"This... how is this possible? Senior Brother actually lost, and to a girl whose cultivation is only at the fifth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm?"
A series of incredulous exclamations rang out. Hua Yun's death dealt a tremendous blow to all the disciples present, causing their worldviews to be wildly shattered. "My body contains countless worlds..."
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Chapter 238 Birds of a feather flock together
Even in Jianglan Sword Pavilion, Hua Yun, who had rarely suffered defeat since childhood, was actually defeated and killed!
Hua Zhi, his younger brother, still can't believe what's happening before his eyes.
It all felt like a dream; his beloved older brother had died!