Chapter 56 Who Can Stop Me, Who Dares to Stop Me?

Lanting Sword Master's eyes were about to burst, and he was so angry that he could no longer maintain the coy look on his face.

His expression was ferocious and his eyes were red.

No wonder he was so angry.

The two hundred thousand swords in Tianchi are not only the symbol of their sword-washing pool, but also the foundation of their sword-washing pool.

If there were no 200,000 swords, could they still call it a sword-washing pool?

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One sword after another, with his head on his tail, he left the pool, slid out of an exquisite arc in the air, and flew towards Lu Qingshan.

Like a "moth to a flame", Lu Qingshan is that torch.

The number of long swords continues to increase, forming a rotating circle around Luqingshan, like a forest of swords.

The sword energy rustled.

"Master, there are many people." At this time, Qin Yitian's voice sounded in Lu Qingshan's ears.

Lu Qingshan raised his eyes slightly, his gaze passing through the gap between the swords.

Countless cultivators from the Sword-washing Pool were flying out of the sect-protecting formation in the Sword-washing Pool, densely filling the sky.

One characteristic of these Xijianchi monks is that they are basically all old. At that time, the Xijianchi monks shouldered the responsibility of guarding the border, and most of them were not in the sect.

These old monks from the Sword Washing Pool have all lived a long time.

Therefore, they know the power of Jian Zong better than anyone else.

The existence of the sword sect is like a dark cloud above the head of the sword cultivator sect in the world, making people unable to see the light of day.

The prosperity of the sword sect makes other sword cultivating sects only take second place no matter how strong they are.

Over time, almost no sword cultivators in the world have ever thought that one day the most powerful sword cultivator sect would weaken and be replaced.

Including the sword cultivators in Xijianchi, this is also the case, and they have never thought about it.

But no one expected that the Sword Sect, the most powerful sword cultivating sect in the world, would make such a crazy move as half of the sect marched westward to control an area.

Xie Qingyun, the leader of the Sword Immortal Sect, even died in battle because of this move.

When they received the news, their first reaction was shock.

Then came the joy of relief.

It was as if the dark clouds parted and a ray of sunshine shone down.

And their sect leader, the Baishuang Sword Master, even had the idea of ​​replacing the Sword Sect, and put it into action.

Regarding the sect leader's decision, they had instinctive hesitation, but more importantly, they were looking forward to bringing the Sword Sect down from the altar.

No one likes being the middle child.

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These old monks all enjoyed a certain reputation in the world of cultivation when they were young and had accomplished some great deeds.

Even though he has been "retired" for many years now, as long as he still has his energy, if he really wants to take action, he still cannot be underestimated.

After all, Xijianchi is also the second-ranked swordsmanship sect in the world, and the monks in the sect must be genuine masters.

Originally, these old monks were looking forward to receiving the news that their sect would be promoted to Dao Sect before they passed away.

As a result, before the good news came, Lu Qingshan, the leader of the "opposing family", came to their door and took away their sword from the sword washing pool.

There are 200,000 swords hidden at the bottom of Tianchi, among which are the swords they dreamed of when they entered the selection of natal swords.

It's a pity that Luo Hua is ruthless and careless, but the famous sword they like doesn't like them, and can only become a young fantasy.

But now, these swords that they had longed for burst out of the water one after another, flew towards Lu Qingshan, circled around Lu Qingshan, and made a buzzing sound of joy.

This is a rare sight in the world, with great atmosphere and wind, and it is destined to be passed down for thousands of years.

But for Xijianchi, this is a humiliation for the sect, which will make the sect humiliated and unable to hold its head high.

In a popular metaphor, Xijianchi is like a sect filled with beauties, and the sword cultivators in Xijianchi are the male disciples of the sect.

Every male disciple in the sect has a "goddess" he likes to yearn for, but the goddesses ignore them and never get what they want.

Originally, this was nothing. If the goddess was so easy to catch, could she still be called a goddess?

But suddenly one day, a man from another sect came who had a rift with our sect. Then he was sought after by all the "goddesses", and this man from another sect went too far. He was actually planning to abduct all these beauties, good or bad, Go, no one left?

How can the male disciples who have been pursuing the "goddess" but never found it endure this?

Everyone looked at Lu Qingshan with eager eyes.

Of course, with such a performance, what's more important is that the old sword cultivators in the sword washing pool know that the new master of the sword sect in front of them has no obvious cultivation level - if it is Xie Qingyun standing there at the moment, how can they dare to take a look?

However, although they were ready to move, they took no action.

Because no matter how low Lu Qingshan's cultivation level is, no matter what, he is still the master of the Dao Sect, and behind him is the Sword Sect.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

If they act rashly and trigger a war between the two sects, they cannot bear the responsibility.

No one dares to act rashly without the person in charge speaking out.

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"Lu Qingshan, stop!" Sword Master Lanting, who was the deputy master of the Sword Washing Pool, could no longer hold back and stood up first, shouting fiercely.

Right now, he had no intention of studying why the sect's swords moved in response to Lu Qingshan's orders.

For him, the most important thing right now is to stop Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan turned a deaf ear to Lanting Sword Master's scolding.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty!" Seeing this situation, Lanting Sword Master no longer hesitated and took action decisively.

With a thought in his mind, the Lanting Sword came out of his body, bringing with it a bright sword light and shooting towards Lu Qingshan.

Lanting Sword Master is a sword cultivator in the Six Tribulations Realm.

There are very few monks in the world who can take his flying sword attack.

At least in his eyes, it was impossible for Lu Qingshan to catch this sword.

Therefore, there is anger in this sword, but no killing intent.

But in the face of the ferocious flying sword attack from the Six Tribulation Realm monks, Lu Qingshan seemed too calm.

His eyes locked on the flying Lanting Sword.

This is the ninth most famous sword in the Sword Washing Pool.

It is precisely because of the reputation of this sword that the Lanting Sword Master took his name from the sword.

"Yulin Bell!" Lu Qingshan said softly.

Immediately, a long sword flew out from the forest of swords that circled around him.

The long sword was extraordinary, releasing a brilliant sword light, floating in the air, looking for the Lanting sword, and then flew towards it.

clang!

The speed of the two flying swords was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye. In an instant, they collided in the air and clashed together, making a crisp and exciting sound of gold and iron clashing.

After the collision, Lantingjian fell vertically.

Although the Lanting Sword Master reacted quickly and regained control of the Lanting Sword and floated into the air.

But everyone can see that Lu Qingshan had the upper hand in the collision just now.

Yu Linling, the famous sword in the Sword Washing Pond ranks eighth!

"It's just right to crush you." Lu Qingshan smiled extremely calmly.

"How is this possible?!" Sword Master Lanting looked at the extremely young Lu Qingshan in disbelief.

In a duel between sword cultivators, the sword is very important, but the sword master is even more important.

Lu Qingshan was able to defeat him not because Yu Linling was stronger than Lan Ting. After all, although there was a gap between eighth and ninth, it was definitely not big.

The real reason can only be that... Lu Qingshan is stronger than him.

But isn’t this new Sword Sect leader at the peak of the Body Fusion Realm?

Um? It’s not the Fusion Realm, but the Three Tribulations Realm!

Lu Qingshan did not hide his cultivation from the beginning to the end.

However, under the assumption that Lu Qingshan's cultivation was at the peak of the Seventh Realm, Lanting Sword Master never released his spiritual consciousness to explore Lu Qingshan's realm.

It wasn't until after this fight that he realized something was wrong and used his spiritual consciousness to investigate, only to realize that Lu Qingshan's cultivation was not the peak of the Fusion Realm as rumored, but... the Three Tribulations Realm!

Such a young Three Tribulation Realm monk? ! !

Sword Master Lanting subconsciously went through Lu Qingshan's age in his mind and came to the conclusion...

Thirty-two years old?

When did the Tribulation Realm monks become so worthless?

Also, even if he is in the realm of three tribulations, and I am in the realm of six tribulations, why should he fight against me?

It was only a moment in the outside world, but countless thoughts and questions flashed through Lanting Sword Master's mind.

The hidden sword in Tianchi rushed towards Lu Qingshan faster and faster, leaving Lanting Sword Master no time to think too much.

"Stop him!" he shouted angrily and gave the order.

With the person taking the lead, the old monks in the sword washing pool seemed to have a backbone, and they drew their swords one after another.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A natal sword flew out from these old swordsmen, hovered in the air, and slashed towards Lu Qingshan, with shocking fluctuations and fierce momentum.

For a moment, the sword light flickered in the sky.

Thousands of flying swords came fiercely, heading straight towards Lu Qingshan.

"Rivers are red, poppies are popping up, butterflies are in love with flowers, moon is rising over the Xijiang River, and mulberries are being picked." Lu Qingshan's eyes flashed slightly and he nodded softly.

Every time he paused as he spoke, a flying sword would shoot out from the sword forest around Lu Qingshan.

"Floating frost leaves, night lily flowers, clouds crossing the river, Jiuquanzi, heartbroken fans, pale yellow willows, dream hibiscus..."

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sound of swords that was already very exciting reached its climax at this time.

Each long sword is releasing a unique wave, conveying his name to Lu Qingshan, and...please fight.

They seemed to be vying for favor, eager to show themselves in front of Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan fulfilled his wish.

"Heavenly fragrance, Liu Chou, Yaohua, Qiu Ji, no boredom..."

Sword after sword shot out, joining the ranks.

The top and most famous hidden swords in the Sword Washing Pool kept flying out.

Their flying momentum was like thunder, pointing directly at...the monks in the Sword Washing Pond!

"Chaotianque!" The brightest sword light shined.

These famous swords are all psychic swords, with their own spirituality. They hover in the low altitude, sway up and down, or strike across the sky, looking for an "enemy sword" to hit them with.

clang! clang! clang!

The sound of clashing swords echoed over the sword washing pool.

The old swordsmen cultivators of Xijianchi who once had little reputation thought that they had a chance to win, and they were very confident. They never thought that Lu Qingshan alone could defeat the power of a sect.

Their flying swords fell one after another during the collision.

An old sword cultivator in gray robes had the worst luck. He encountered the Heaven-facing Tower. Not only did his natal sword fall, but he was also injured. It brought backlash to him and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, Lanting Sword Master once again faced off against Yu Linling and was able to compete with her in a balanced fight.

But, that's all.

"Controlling thousands of swords..." Sword Master Lanting felt that his eyes were turning black at this moment.

The thousands of flying swords swaying like dragons in front of them are all famous swords from their sword washing pool, and they are all high-quality magic weapons.

Ordinary monks can usually control about three magic weapons at the same time. Any more will be beyond their capabilities.

At that time, Li Qiubai found a new way, not using his soul to control the weapon, but using his sword intention to control the weapon, thus making an astonishing move to control the sword worth tens of millions, shocking the world, and showing the world the skills of the swordsman.

Although Li Qiubei's method of wielding a million-dollar sword was so miraculous that they had never heard of it before and didn't even dare to think about it, they could at least barely understand it.

Li Qiubai, who is that?

The Three Great Sword Immortals of Chang'an, one of the most talented monks in the history of Cangqiongtian.

It is not unacceptable for such a being to have outrageous methods.

But what about Lu Qingshan? Why does he control thousands of swords?

He is not a swordsman, nor does he have supreme sword will...

Sword Master Lanting couldn't understand.

There are many things that Lanting Sword Master cannot understand.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested." Lu Qingshan smiled.

Hidden deep in the Tianchi for thousands or even ten thousand years, is the sword really willing to be used as a murder weapon?

Unwillingly.

They want to show off their strengths.

This is the will of the sword.

"Gentlemen, please!" he said to the sword.

After the words fell, the ten thousand long swords that had been circling Lu Qingshan suddenly stopped.

Then, they bloomed with infinite brilliance.

Sword light.

All the remaining hidden swords in the Tianchi also burst out of the water at this moment.

The same sword light blooms.

The sky is filled with sword light.

The ancient sword spirit is abundant in the sword pool.

Angry in bullfighting, glory in Kyushu.

Heaven and earth will all be moved by this sword intent.

After the sword light.

Two hundred thousand swords, divided into two waves.

A wave of swords lined up in front of Lu Qingshan, pointing directly at the monks in the sword-washing pool.

A wave of water just broke out of the Tianchi and appeared behind the monks in the Sword Washing Pond, with the tip of the sword facing them as well.

Two waves of flying swords trapped the monks in the Sword Washing Pool, and the sharpness they spurted out prevented them from moving even a little bit.

"Who can stop me, who dares to stop me?" Lu Qingshan asked.

At this moment, Lu Qingshan seemed to have thousands of troops at his disposal.

Invincible.

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