Chapter 58: Fighting with only 4 Stars (Final Chapter of This Volume)
The master of Baishuang Sword is a thin old man. Judging from his appearance, he is not fierce, and he even has a bit of immortality in him.
People cannot be judged by their appearance.
Seeing Lu Qingshan appear, after the initial shock, Baishuang Sword Master gradually calmed down. He stared at the young man in front of him who held the high position of the Tao Sect leader.
After a while, Baishuang Sword Master finally said slowly: "Sect Master Lu is really young and promising. At this age, he has already reached the Three Tribulations Realm."
Out of hostility towards Lu Qingshan, the moment Lu Qingshan appeared, the White Frost Sword Master released his spiritual consciousness to cover Lu Qingshan, so he quickly sensed Lu Qingshan's current cultivation level.
As soon as he spoke these words, everyone on the scene was immediately shocked.
Their first reaction was disbelief, and then the next moment they subconsciously released their spiritual thoughts to verify it.
Lu Qingshan did not deliberately hide his cultivation.
With his current status and strength, it is no longer necessary for him to hide his stupidity.
Even the more sharp-edged the better.
As the face of a sect, the leader of the Dao Sect must be sharp enough to awe others.
Because he represents not only himself, but also the sect behind him.
Isn't the reason why the Sword Sect is being "provoked" by the Sword Washing Pool now that Xie Qingyun has returned to the ruins, and Lu Qingshan, as the new sect leader, cannot suppress the situation?
"It's really the realm of three tribulations..." The monk of Longxiang Temple withdrew his consciousness, and the emotions in his heart were so complex that they couldn't be described in words.
He has seen many monks in the Three Tribulation Realm.
But for a cultivator in the Three Tribulation Realm of this age, let alone never seen him before, he had never even dared to think about it.
Even among the Taoist sects where geniuses gather, at Lu Qingshan's age, being able to reach the Void Refining Stage can be regarded as a once-in-a-century event.
The thoughts of other people at this moment are not much different from the monks of Longxiang Temple.
It is absolutely unprecedented for anyone to have such a level of cultivation at this age. They even dare to say that there will be no one to come after him.
A thirty-year-old monk in the Three Tribulation Realm?
The reincarnation of immortals is nothing more than this, right?
Lu Qingshan's resume is traceable, and it has been laid out in front of everyone since the Seven Realms Theory.
As long as you look back a little, you will find that it only took him fifteen years to practice from the golden elixir stage to the three calamities stage.
The most frightening thing is that he seems to have no bottleneck and has been maintaining rapid progress in his cultivation.
From this point of view, although Lu Qingshan is not yet a swordsman, it is not an exaggeration to say that he will become a swordsman in the future.
In this case, there seems to be no question about the position of Sword Sect and Dao Sect.
Even Xia Daoyun, who is Lu Qingshan's master and the supreme genius himself, is trembling involuntarily at this moment.
.......
"Although it is worthy of praise, it seems that it is not enough in front of me." Here, others don't know what Baishuang Sword Master is thinking, but in front of him, he continues: "Sect Master Lu is too much." Blindly confident.”
In fact, it's not that Baishuang Sword Master doesn't understand what it means for Lu Qingshan to have such a level of cultivation at this age, but he is indeed in a difficult position.
Jian Zong, he has been completely offended.
In this case, there is only one way to the end.
Fortunately, Lu Qingshan is still in the Three Tribulation Realm and is by no means his opponent.
It is conceivable that if he was given another ten or twenty years, what would it be like?
If you think about it from this perspective, the time for him to attack was just right.
"As long as Xijianchi succeeds in being promoted to Dao Sect, as the master of Xijianchi, I will be able to obtain the luck of Dao Zong. Then, with the help of luck to protect my body, I can try to clear the way and enter the Sword Fairy Realm."
"Once I become the Sword Immortal, everything will stop. No matter how talented he is, what can he do?"
The White Frost Sword Master was calculating in his mind, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind.
The reason why he was so impatient to add insult to injury, and began to covet the position of Sword Sect after receiving the news that Xie Qingyun returned to the ruins, was largely because he wanted to enter the Sword Immortal Realm.
The position of Daozong is also related to the path of sword immortality.
As we all know, if a sword cultivator wants to enter the Nine Realms, he must have luck to protect his path.
Such a heaven-defying move to open the way requires so much luck that even the Sword Xiuchi, the second sword cultivating sect of the human race, cannot gather it.
Such a huge amount of luck can only be provided by Dao Sect.
........
Baishuang Sword Master's provocation did not affect Lu Qingshan too much. He looked at the former and said calmly: "The cultivation level of the Three Tribulations Realm is indeed not high, but if I just want to defeat you, it is more than enough."
He was very calm and did not mean to be sarcastic, because in his opinion this was the truth.
But in the eyes of others, when a monk in the Three Tribulations Realm spoke to a monk in the Seven Tribulations Realm, the sarcasm was beyond words.
The White Frost Sword Master thought so too.
So he got angry.
Baishuang Sword Master looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes looking at Lu Qingshan began to become extremely gloomy, "As expected of the master of the Sword Sect, it is difficult to say that he is unworthy of his responsibilities. This "virtue" is quite worthy of this position."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a white sword light and flew straight out of the hall, instantly hanging high in the sky.
He couldn't wait to disgrace the arrogant young sect leader in front of the Yanlanguan monks.
Lu Qingshan did not hesitate, followed closely, and flew up.
...
Sword Washing Pool, the second sword cultivating sect in the world.
Baishuang Sword Master, Sword Washing Pond Sect Master.
Therefore, although there is no doubt that Baishuang Sword Master is far inferior to Xie Qingyun, his skills are by no means showy.
It can even be said that before there was no leader, even Xia Daoyun would not dare to win against the Baishuang Sword Master.
From this point of view, Lu Qingshan's sentence "I will definitely win against him" is indeed a bit like the lofty words of a younger generation who does not know the heights of the world.
The two people hanging high in the sky looked at each other.
The White Frost Sword Master stretched out his right arm.
A long sword as white as snow was held in his hand.
Hoarfrost.
The number one sword in the Sword Washing Pool.
The White Frost Sword Master pointed the tip of his sword at Lu Qingshan and sneered at him, probably indicating that the young sect master could prepare for defeat.
Lu Qingshan also stretched out his right arm and shook it slightly.
A long green sword was taken out from the void by him, as if it were unsheathed.
Not Longque, but Fuyao.
Since he is representing the Sword Sect at this moment, Lu Qingshan will use Fuyao to fight Bai Shuang.
In fact, Lu Qingshan knew that there would be a battle between himself and the Baishuang Sword Master from the moment he knew that Xi Jianchi was trying to take over the Sword Sect.
So when this moment really came, he didn't have too many complicated emotions, but seemed very relaxed.
Things that can be solved with a sword don't count.
Since slaying demons is not a problem, it is natural to slay demons and monsters as well.
I want the position of Dao Sect of Sword Sect.
Very simple.
Ask me first, then ask me about the sword.
............
The battle between the young new leader of the Sword Sect and the old leader of the Xijianchi Pond.
The sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields, but now it is just a stage.
Representative monks from the Five Great Dao Sects, Lord Daxia and Xia Daoyun were the audience.
There are also monks from Yanlanguan all over the city participating in this grand event.
This is a battle destined to go down in history, no matter how it ends.
The battle between Jianzong and Xijianchi is about to come to an end.
And the answer lies in their swords.
........
The White Frost Sword Master strode forward, and without much care in his moves, he directly blasted towards Lu Qingshan.
Just a simple slash with a sword.
One force can bring down ten.
He wanted to use his cultivation level in the Seven Tribulations Realm to unreasonably crush Lu Qingshan in the Three Tribulations Realm.
Lu Qingshan's sleeves fluttered gently, and powerful energy fluctuations spurted out from his body.
Crush?
nonexistent.
From refining Qi to the current Three Tribulations realm, he has followed the most perfect path.
The flawless Dao foundation, the ultimate state of ten flowers.
Sword Domain, perfect harmony between man and nature.
How can his background be compared to that of a monk in the Three Tribulation Realm?
The Yuanli foundation of an ordinary Three Tribulation Realm monk is 400,000 to 600,000.
And Lu Qingshan's current Yuanli foundation is 1.7 million.
In terms of Yuanli base alone, he is enough to compete with the Seven Tribulation Realm monks.
Steaming Daze.
The Baishuang Sword Master slashed down with his sword. Lu Qingshan stood in the air and raised his sword.
It's like a battle between heaven and earth, with sudden changes.
Two majestic qi machines collided in the sky.
Boom!
The voice was as loud and deep as a yellow bell.
The clouds of energy were torn apart at will under the edge of the sword and thrown aside.
Frost-white sword light and cyan sword light penetrated the sky and clashed suddenly.
The two of them just retreated.
But the white clouds on their left and right sides were mixed into a ball, scattered in all directions, and then fell, being knocked out of a trajectory.
The energy that can kill people invisible is like a shock wave swinging in all directions.
Fortunately, they chose the battlefield above the sky, otherwise the fight just now would have been enough to destroy Yanlan Pass.
The Baishuang Sword Master couldn't help but frowned after he and Lu Qingshan clashed with each other and retreated.
When masters compete with each other, you can know the bottom line with just one move.
He didn't know why, but he knew that Lu Qingshan had a cultivation base comparable to his and could compete with him head-on.
This battle was unexpectedly not as easy as he expected.
"I have been practicing swordsmanship for ten thousand years and have fired countless swords. I have never been defeated by a monk at the same level. How can I lose to you, a yellow-haired kid who has only been practicing swordsmanship for twenty years?"
The White Frost Sword Master let out a long roar, which not only increased his own power, but also suppressed Lu Qingshan's state of mind.
On the white frost sword, the sword energy bursts out, and the energy penetrates the rainbow.
A sword energy as thick as a dragon rushed straight towards Lu Qingshan's door.
The latter whipped out his sword so fast that he couldn't even see the afterimage.
Fuyao, the sword of wind.
[Chengyingying] (Passive): The dragon separates and carries the shadow, and the wild goose forgets to return. If Fuyao is used as a hand-held sword, the shooting speed will be increased by 100%.
The menacing sword energy suddenly exploded in front of Lu Qingshan. It was so brilliant that others could not see what was happening.
In an instant, after the exploding sword energy, the White Frost Sword Master was already approaching again, thundering and roaring everywhere he passed.
Lu Qingshan did not panic.
Between his eyebrows, a purple-gold lotus mark flashed, and the petals were in full bloom, shining brightly.
The purple-gold sword domain has dispersed.
His figure appeared silently and without a trace behind the White Frost Sword Master.
The poles are reversed, and the body changes shape.
[Return] Word secret.
The cyan sword light slashed at the back of the White Frost Sword Master, crossing the space and arriving in an instant, giving the White Frost Sword Master no chance to turn around.
Secret Sword·The Spring Breeze Returns.
Feeling the sharpness coming from his back, the Baishuang Sword Master's eyes were stern and he shouted angrily. He actually forced a breath and gave birth to sword energy like a lotus, blocking Lu Qingshan's Fuyao.
Then he finally underestimated the power of Lu Qingshan's sword. As if being hit by a bell, his whole body swayed forward, and only then was he able to remove the power of the sword.
After resisting the fishy smell and swallowing the mouthful of blood foam in his throat, the Baishuang Sword Master turned around expressionlessly and looked at Lu Qingshan, who could be called the "Leader of Sword Cultivators in Tianyuan Year". Feeling ashamed and angry at being at a disadvantage.
A swordsman of his level can always remain calm during battle no matter what.
This is the innate fighting quality of sword cultivators.
In other words, sword cultivators without such fighting qualities would have died long ago.
........
The White Frost Sword Master took a big step back.
The wind and clouds are rising, and frost and snow appear.
This is his domain.
A sword struck out.
First, I heard the continuous thunderous explosions, and then I saw the white frost sword tearing the sky apart with one strike.
This sword is like freehand splashing of ink, the edge of the sword is the edge of the pen, and the void is the paper, drawing a beautiful and huge arc.
The sword energy waterfall poured down like ink, falling down.
Lu Qingshan looked gloomy and took a deep breath.
The cyan Fuyao drew a half-moon arc in the air, and sword shadows filled the sky.
In autumn, the old hibiscus is frosted overnight, and the moonlight shines on the lake.
Secret Sword·Qiu Shuang Ning.
One hundred and eight sword shadows hung upside down like a waterfall, touching the sword energy waterfall and melting into each other.
The Baishuang Sword Master kept drawing out his sword, splashing ink down.
Lu Qingshan rowed against the current, drifting, but like the mainstay, he always stood firm.
The offensive and defensive positions of the two are constantly changing, each with its own unique characteristics. The battlefield has moved hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye, disturbing the sky at Yanlan Pass.
The Baishuang Sword Master was condescending and became more courageous as he fought. He kept drawing out his sword, letting Lu Qingshan fight against him, but he was confident that the straw that would break the camel's back would come.
In just half a quarter of an hour, he had already made no less than three thousand strokes. Lu Qingshan accepted all who came and took over the three thousand waterfalls of sword energy.
Finally, the turning point came.
A light brighter than sunlight suddenly lit up beside the White Frost Sword Master.
There was no sound, no warning, it just appeared unexpectedly and pierced directly between his eyebrows.
At this moment, the sword move in Baishuang Sword Master's hand suddenly stopped and he stood there stunned.
Tens of thousands of stars can be seen only in the dark night, and a wisp of dust can only be seen in the bright sun.
Yuan Mysterious Sword, see you soon!
A mysterious sword issued by the soul of the Tribulation Realm.
It comes without a sound and leaves without a trace. It ignores all the defenses and kills the soul directly.
Lu Qingshan prepared three thousand swords just for this moment to be unprepared.
[Return] The secret word reappears.
In the lightning and flint, Lu Qingshan appeared on the figure of the White Frost Sword Master.
The Fuyao Sword has a terrifying power. Wherever it passes, colorful clouds are noisy and rolling, gathering and dispersing invisible.
It rains continuously and I don’t know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep.
Secret sword, Xia Yuluo.
The most powerful explosive sword.
It was only then that Baishuang Sword Master came back to his senses and his mind became clear.
On the line between victory and defeat, he unexpectedly extended his left palm to meet Lu Qingshan's sword. He knew that Fuyao would pierce his palm, but he still didn't hesitate at all.
Poof!
A string of scarlet blood passed in front of Lu Qingshan's eyes.
Fuyao Jiangong, Baishuang Sword Master's left palm was completely destroyed at this moment, his left arm drooped, and the blood couldn't stop dripping.
But Lu Qingshan was not happy, instead he sighed inaudibly.
If the Baishuang Sword Master wanted to perfectly block this sword, he would be sure to rely on Xia Yuluo's explosive power to directly determine the outcome.
In a rough and direct way that makes the White Frost Sword Master feel frustrated.
But the White Frost Sword Master made the wisest choice in the shortest time. He chose to trade his injury for a move, and forcibly removed Lu Qingshan's sword by destroying his left hand, removing the sword that Lu Qingshan had painstakingly crafted. Good opportunity.
——He used his right hand to draw the sword, and his left hand was disabled, at least it had no effect on him in a short period of time.
All I can say is that ginger is still spicy.
"What a pity." The White Frost Sword Master was relieved, looked at the wound on his hand, and smiled.
"That's enough," he said solemnly, "That's it."
Lu Qingshan was startled and looked around as if aware.
Suddenly, I don’t know when, there were already snowflakes rolling down from the sky.
The sky turned into heavy snow.
The White Frost Sword Master seemed to no longer have a life-and-death feud with Lu Qingshan at this moment, and actually began to chatter, his words filled with emotion and lamentation.
"When I was born, there was a strange phenomenon in the sky. It was snowing for hundreds of miles in the dog days of summer. The white frost sword that had been dormant for thousands of years jumped out of the Tianchi and circled three times around the pond."
"On the first day I practiced swordsmanship, the previous sect master who personally taught me swordsmanship told me that when I build the foundation, I can go to Tianchi to take out the white frost."
Speaking of this, the White Frost Sword Master smiled and said, "At the age of ten, I got White Frost. At the age of sixteen, I formed the Golden Pill. At the age of twenty-eight, I condensed Yuanying. At the age of fifty-one, I returned to the void through spiritual training and traveled to the Western Regions. , his footprints traveled across every inch of the earth, and he became a god at the age of three hundred.
Three hundred years later, I entered the Eastern Region again and spent three hundred years trying to see how magical the land that nurtured the First Sword Sect was. During this period, I condensed the seeds of the legal realm and entered the Seventh Realm. "
"It took me five hundred years to achieve the Fusion Realm, 600 years for the First Tribulation Realm, 700 years for the Second Tribulation Realm, 800 years for the Third Tribulation Realm, a thousand years for the Fourth Tribulation Realm, 800 years for the Five Tribulation Realm, and 800 years for the Sixth Tribulation Realm. Three hundred years.”
"I can say that the road to swordsmanship is getting smoother and smoother, and I can see the true meaning."
"But I entered the Seven Tribulations Realm, but it has been four thousand years since I reached the Inch Realm. Do you know why?"
The White Frost Sword Master asked himself and answered: "It's very simple. My sword path has reached its current end. Only by clearing the path can I continue to move forward."
"However, the luck in the sword-washing pool is not enough to support me in clearing the way, so I can only be forced to stay in the Seven Tribulations Realm."
"Lu Qingshan, do you know that in the twenty years since Tianyuan Year, two of the three great sword immortals have already left. The sword is weakening and it needs new sword immortals. The human race also needs new sword immortals."
"Those who have the ability in Tao Zong's fortune will live here."
"Why do you need to struggle pointlessly?" Baishuang Sword Master looked at Lu Qingshan expressionlessly.
After staying in the Seven Tribulation Realm for four thousand years, the White Frost Sword master has not reached the Cun Realm, but he has mastered one move.
"Frost...kill Baicao!"
It's like a picture scroll spread between heaven and earth.
Everything between heaven and earth was silent for a moment, with only snowflakes falling.
The long snowflakes gathered together in the next moment and turned into sections of frost swords.
The spirit is majestic, not like a human being, and is in a trance.
The sword master Baishuang spent four thousand years cultivating is extremely menacing.
Jiejie is a sword.
Countless swords.
Without the snow, only the sword remains.
This is the only one between heaven and earth.
Time and space seemed to be still and stagnant.
"It's not just the sword in the sheath that can be used as a killing sword. I use frost and snow as my sword. I have wielded hundreds of thousands of swords. Even if it is as thin as an ice knife or as light as cotton wool, it can still crush you to death." The master of the White Frost Sword did not draw his "sword".
Because if this sword was released, even he would not be able to hold it back.
But it's not because he is kind, but because he is afraid of Jian Zong - even the "defeated" Jian Zong.
"Lu Qingshan, do you still want to fight with me?"
"If there is no fight, I will sheath the sword." He said.
Hundreds of thousands of frost swords were facing each other, and the master of the white frost sword was aggressive. At such a scene, Lu Qingshan smiled inexplicably.
He put away the Fuyao and said softly to the Baishuang Sword Master, and as if to everyone: "Since you have come, I will take care of you. It is just a matter of whether the sword is drawn or not."
"How can I, Lu Qingshan, ever lose when it comes to drawing swords?"
Immediately, Lu Qingshan moved forward in front of the frosty sword in the sky, like a banished immortal who was free in the world.
Every time he takes a step, thousands of swords will appear from the void around him.
Chaotianque.
The river is full of red, poppies, butterflies and flowers, the moon in the Xijiang River, picking mulberries.
Frost leaves fly, night flowers bloom, clouds cross the river, Jiuquanzi, heartbroken fans, pale yellow willows, dream hibiscus.
Tianxiang, Liu Chou, Yaohua, Qiu Ji, no boredom...
Two hundred thousand swords in the Sword Washing Pond, long swords and short swords, ancient swords and new swords, famous swords and sharp swords, appeared in great force, trembling with joy.
The sonorous sound is like the phoenix's cry for nine days, the clearer and more unparalleled.
Two hundred thousand swords were lined up and hovering in front of him, linked end to end.
"Let's go!" Lu Qingshan said solemnly.
He stepped out in the air again, raised his hands, and in a fit of anger, smashed the thousands of swords that belonged to the sword washing pool towards the Baishuang Sword Master, whose pupils were dilated and his expression was shocked and angry.
The flying swords, which were as dense as a swarm of locusts, struck down hard with the force of a thousand pieces.
There was no time to think about it, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.
Thousands of frost swords were shot out at the same time.
The flying sword collided with the frost sword condensed from snow and frost.
The sound was like a mountain collapsing and rocks cracking, far better than the rumble of thunder during the Waking of Insects season.
The frost sword, which was as white as goose feathers and heavy snow, was directly smashed.
Kill Baixue with the sword.
You make hundreds of thousands of frost swords, and I will destroy them with two hundred thousand real swords.
Lu Qingshan raised his hands.
The sword rain fell rapidly, like heavy rain from the sky falling on the earth, and the violent crackling sound was like hailstones the size of pearls hitting the eaves tiles.
The Baishuang Sword Master suddenly raised his head, stunned, his eyes filled with bitterness.
A sword suddenly flew over and broke through the heavy frost swords.
It is Chaotian Tower.
Behind it, there are more swords.
"It's better to just go to Xie Qingyun... Are you really someone to be feared?" The Baishuang Sword Master didn't have much regret in his heart, only regret and aggrievedness.
boom!
The figure of Baishuang Sword Master fell vertically, creating a deep pit in Yanlan Pass, causing dust and smoke to rise everywhere.
Thousands of long swords followed closely behind.
They did not run towards the White Frost Sword Master, but stuck diagonally around the figure of the White Frost Sword Master, like a sword prison.
Fortunately, the monks at Yanlanguan are all good players, and they had already seen that the situation was not going well and evacuated to all sides.
Lu Qingshan, who was dressed in a black gold dragon robe, was standing on the sky with his hands behind his hands. Below him was the White Frost Sword Master who was trapped in the sword prison.
Then what he said next, in this season of the Waking of Insects in the 18th year of Tianyuan, spread throughout the world like a thunder.
"This year, 1,631 peaks in the Jianzong Hanging Mountains have become solitary peaks, and the highest main peak has also lost its owner.
As for the Inner Demon Clan, there were nearly tens of millions of casualties. Huanling, who rebelled against the sect, received the punishment he deserved, and both the Inner Demons, Soul Master and Yu Zun, perished. "
"Inner Demon Clan, our Sword Sect has expelled them from Zhongling. No matter how difficult it is, nothing will happen without you."
"The Sword Sect only has three thousand people, and two thousand people have died in ten years."
"If I remember correctly, your sword-washing pool has millions of disciples and millions of sword cultivators."
"I just want to ask now, how many people are you planning to die in the Sword Washing Pool? In other words, how many people dare to die in the battle?"
"What is the motivation of the sword cultivator in Xijianchi?"
Yanlan Pass is deathly silent.
He no longer paid attention to the White Frost Sword Master.
Swordsmanship weakened?
There are swordsmen who have stepped forward one after another to pave the way for sword cultivators in the world, and there are sword cultivators from the younger generation who are diligently pursuing their goals. How can we sword cultivators be less romantic?
Lu Qingshan waved his hand.
The thousands of swords thrust into the ground trembled slightly, then floated into the air, hanging beside him.
A sword light passed by.
Xia Daoyun landed beside Lu Qingshan.
In the Tianyuan year, the most dazzling pair of masters and disciples in swordsmanship stood side by side.
Thousands of swords stand all around.
Fighting is rare.
Suddenly, Xia Daoyun sneered, which seemed extremely harsh.
"Let's go." She turned to Lu Qingshan and said.
Looking at Lu Qingshan's profile, she thought inexplicably.
This man seems to be really capable of carrying the Sword Sect.
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