The master of the White Frost Sword is a thin old man. Judging from his appearance, he does not seem fierce, and even has a bit of an immortal air.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
Seeing Lu Qingshan appear, after being stunned at first, the Baishuang Sword Master's emotions gradually calmed down. He stared at the young man in front of him who held the high position of the Taoist Sect's leader.
After a while, the White Frost Sword Master finally said slowly: "Sect Master Lu is really young and promising. At this age, he has already reached the level of the Third Tribulation Realm."
Out of hostility towards Lu Qingshan, the moment Lu Qingshan appeared, the Lord of the White Frost Sword released his spiritual sense to cover Lu Qingshan, and thus quickly sensed Lu Qingshan's current cultivation level.
As soon as he said this, everyone on the field was shocked.
Their first reaction was disbelief, and the next moment they subconsciously released their spiritual thoughts to verify.
Lu Qingshan did not deliberately conceal his own cultivation.
With his current status and strength, it is completely unnecessary for him to hide his shortcomings.
In fact, the more prominent the better.
As the face of a sect, the leader of the Dao Sect must be sharp enough to inspire awe in others.
Because he represents not only himself, but also the sect behind him.
Isn't the reason why the Sword Sect is now being "provoked" by the Sword Washing Pool because Xie Qingyun has returned to the ruins and Lu Qingshan, the new sect leader, is unable to control the situation?
"It's really the Three Tribulations Realm..." The monk from Dragon Elephant Temple withdrew his consciousness, and the complexity of his inner emotions could no longer be described in words.
He has seen many cultivators in the third calamity realm .
But for a cultivator of this age in the third tribulation realm, not only had he seen one, he had never even dared to think about it.
Even in the Dao Sect where geniuses gather, for Lu Qingshan's age, being able to reach the Nascent Soul Stage is a once-in-a-century opportunity.
What the others were thinking at this moment was not much different from what the monks of Longxiang Temple were thinking.
To have such an accomplishment at this age is absolutely unprecedented, and they even dare to assert that there will be no one better in the future.
A thirty-year-old cultivator in the Third Tribulation Realm?
This is what the reincarnation of an immortal is like, right?
Lu Qingshan's resume can be traced and has been laid out in front of everyone since the Seven Realms Discussion.
If you look back briefly, you will find that it only took him fifteen years to practice from the Jindan stage all the way to the Sanjie stage.
The most terrifying thing is that he seems to have no bottleneck and has been making rapid progress in his cultivation.
From this point of view, although Lu Qingshan is not yet a sword immortal, it is not an exaggeration to say that he will become a sword immortal in the future .
In this case, there seems to be nothing to discuss about the Sword Sect's position as the Dao Sect.
Even Xia Daoyun, Lu Qingshan's master and a supreme genius himself, trembled uncontrollably at this moment.
…
"Although it is commendable, it doesn't seem to be good enough in front of me." On this side, others didn't know , but on the surface, he continued: "Sect Master Lu is too blindly confident."
In fact, it was not that the Lord of the White Frost Sword did not understand what it meant for Lu Qingshan to have such a level of cultivation at his age, but he was indeed in a difficult situation.
He has completely offended the Sword Sect.
In this case, there is only one way to go, and that is to go all the way.
Fortunately, Lu Qingshan is only at the third calamity realm now and is definitely not his opponent.
It is conceivable that if he were given another ten or twenty years, what would happen?
If you think about it from this perspective, the timing of his attack was just right.
"As long as Xijianchi is successfully promoted to Dao Sect, I, as the Sect Master of Xijianchi, will be able to obtain the Dao Sect's luck. Then, with the help of the luck, I can try to open the way and enter the Sword Fairyland."
"Once I become a sword immortal, everything will be over. What does it matter if he has great talent?"
The Lord of the White Frost Sword pondered in his mind, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind.
The reason why he was so eager to add insult to injury was that after receiving the news that Xie Qingyun had returned to the ruins, he began to covet the position of the Sword Sect. A big part of the reason was to enter the Sword Fairyland.
The position of Dao Zong is also related to the path to becoming a sword immortal.
As everyone knows, if a sword cultivator wants to enter the ninth realm, he must have good luck to protect him.
Such a heaven-defying act of opening a path required an extremely huge amount of luck, which even the Sword Washing Pool, the second largest sword-cultivating sect of the human race, could not gather.
Only Dao Zong can provide such a huge fortune.
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The provocation of the White Frost Sword Master 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 it is just to defeat you, it is more than enough."
He was very calm and had no intention of being sarcastic, because in his opinion this was the fact.
But in the eyes of others, the sarcasm of a cultivator in the third tribulation realm speaking to a cultivator in the seventh tribulation realm was evident in their words.
The Lord of the White Frost Sword thought so too.
So he was angry.
The White Frost Sword Master laughed loudly, and his eyes turned extremely gloomy when he looked at Lu Qingshan. "As expected of you, you are the leader of the Sword Sect. It's hard to say whether you are qualified for the position, but your virtue is worthy of this position."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a white sword light and flew out of the hall, hanging high in the sky in an instant.
He couldn't wait to humiliate this arrogant young master in front of the monks of Yanlan Pass.
Lu Qingshan followed without hesitation and flew up.
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Xijianchi, the second best sword-cultivating sect in the world.
Master of the White Frost Sword and Sect Leader of the Sword Washing Pool.
Therefore, although there is no doubt that the Master of the Baishuang Sword is far inferior to Xie Qingyun, his skills are by no means fancy.
It can even be said that before he had the upper hand, even Xia Daoyun would not dare to easily claim victory against the White Frost Sword Master.
From this perspective, Lu Qingshan’s words “I will definitely beat him” really sound like the boastful words of the younger generation who are ignorant of the immensity 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.
White frost.
The sword ranked first 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 leader should prepare for defeat.
Lu Qingshan also stretched out his right arm and clenched it slightly.
He took out a green sword from the void, just like it was drawn from its sheath.
It’s not Longque, it’s Fuyao.
Since he is representing the Sword Sect now, Lu Qingshan will use Fuyao to fight Baishuang.
In fact, ever since Lu Qingshan learned that Xijianchi was trying to replace the Sword Sect, he knew that there would definitely be a battle between him and the White Frost Sword Master.
So when this moment really came, he did not have too many complicated emotions, but instead seemed very relaxed.
Anything that can be solved with a sword is not a problem.
Since slaying demons and eliminating evil is no problem, then naturally one can also slay evil spirits and monsters.
He wants the position of Dao Sect of the Sword Sect.
It's very simple.
Ask me first, then ask my sword.
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The battle between the young new leader of the Sword Sect and the old leader of the Sword Washing Pool.
The sky was like a dome, covering the whole area, but now it is just a stage.
Representatives from the five major Taoist sects, Lord Daxia and Xia Daoyun served as spectators.
There were also monks from Yanlan Pass all over the city who participated in this grand event.
This was a battle destined to go down in history, no matter what the outcome.
The battle between the Sword Clan and the Sword Washing Pool is about to come to an end.
And the answer lies in their swords.
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The Lord of the White Frost Sword strode forward, without much thought in his moves, and directly attacked Lu Qingshan.
It was just a simple slash of the sword.
One force can defeat ten skills.
He wanted to use his cultivation level of the Seventh Tribulation Realm to unreasonably crush Lu Qingshan, who was in the Three Tribulation Realm.
Lu Qingshan's sleeves fluttered gently, and powerful energy fluctuations gushed out from his body.
Crush?
Does not exist.
From Qi Refining to the current Three Tribulations Realm, he has been following the most perfect path.
Flawless Taoist foundation, the ultimate state of ten flowers.
Sword domain, perfect unity of man and nature.
How could his foundation be compared with that of a cultivator in the Three Tribulations Realm?
The basic energy of an ordinary cultivator in the third calamity realm is between 400,000 and 600,000.
Lu Qingshan’s current energy base is 1.7 million.
In terms of his Yuanli foundation alone, he is already capable of competing with a cultivator in the Seventh Tribulation Realm.
The steam rises from the lake.
The master of the Baishuang sword swung down with his sword, and Lu Qingshan stood in the air and raised his sword.
It was like a battle between heaven and earth, with sudden changes in the situation.
Two powerful energies collided in the sky.
Boom!
The sound is as loud and deep as the Huangzhong and Dalü bells.
The clouds were torn apart at will by the sword and thrown aside.
The frosty white sword light and the green sword light pierced through the sky and collided suddenly.
The two of them just retreated.
However, the white clouds on their left and right sides were mixed together, scattered everywhere, and then fell down, forcibly leaving a trajectory.
The energy that was powerful enough to kill people without them even being seen spread out in all directions like a shock wave.
Fortunately, they chose the battlefield above the sky, otherwise this fight just now would be enough to devastate Yanlan Pass.
After the sword master Baishuang and Lu Qingshan collided and each retreated, he couldn't help but frown.
When masters fight, one move can reveal the opponent’s strength.
He didn't know the reason, but he knew that Lu Qingshan actually had a cultivation base comparable to his and could compete with him head-on.
This battle was unexpectedly but understandably not as easy as he had expected.
"I have been practicing swordsmanship for thousands of years and have used the sword countless times. I have never been defeated by any cultivator of the same realm. How could I be defeated by a yellow-haired kid like you who has only been practicing swordsmanship for twenty years?"
The Lord of the White Frost Sword let out a long roar, which both increased his own power and suppressed Lu Qingshan's state of mind.
The sword energy burst out from the Baishuang sword, and the aura was as strong as a rainbow.
A sword energy as thick as a dragon rushed straight towards Lu Qingshan's face.
The latter swung out his sword so fast that not even its afterimage could be seen.
Fuyao, the sword of wind.
[Chengying] (Passive): The dragon splits Chengying, and the wild geese forget to return. If Fuyao is used as a handheld sword, the attack speed increases by 100%.
The fierce sword energy suddenly exploded in front of Lu Qingshan, so brilliant that others could not see clearly what was happening.
In an instant, after the explosion of sword energy, the Lord of the White Frost Sword was approaching again, and wherever he passed, there was a roar of thunder.
Lu Qingshan did not panic.
Between his brows, a purple-gold lotus mark flashed, and the petals bloomed and shone brightly.
The purple-gold sword domain has dispersed.
His figure appeared silently and without a trace behind the White Frost Sword Master.
The poles reversed, the shape changed.
【归】The word is secret.
The green sword light slashed towards 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: Return of Spring Breeze.
Feeling the sharpness coming from his spine, the Lord of the Baishuang Sword had a stern look in his eyes and shouted angrily. He actually forced himself to breathe and produced sword energy like a lotus, blocking Lu Qingshan's attack.
But he finally underestimated the power of Lu Qingshan's sword. His whole body swayed forward as if he was hit by a bell, and he was able to barely absorb the force of the sword.
After swallowing the blood foam in his throat and resisting the fishy smell, the White Frost Sword Master turned around expressionlessly and looked at Lu Qingshan, who could be called the "leader of sword cultivation in the Tianyuan Year". He did not feel ashamed or angry for being at a disadvantage.
A swordsman of his level can always remain calm during a battle no matter what.
This is the innate combat quality of sword cultivators.
In other words, a swordsman without such combat skills would have died long ago.
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The White Frost Sword Master took a big step back.
The wind was rising and the clouds were rolling, and frost and snow were appearing.
This is his domain.
A sword was drawn.
First, you hear continuous thunder, and then you see the White Frost Sword tearing the sky apart with one strike.
This sword is like a freehand ink painting, the sword tip is the brush tip, the void is the paper, and it draws a graceful and huge arc.
The sword energy waterfall poured down like ink.
Lu Qingshan looked slightly gloomy and took a deep breath.
The green flying arrow drew a crescent-shaped arc in the sky, and sword shadows appeared in the sky.
In autumn, the old lotus is covered with frost overnight, and the moonlight shimmers on the lake.
Secret Sword: Autumn Frost.
One hundred and eight sword shadows hung upside down like a waterfall, touching the sword energy waterfall and dissolving into each other.
The master of the Baishuang sword kept drawing his sword, splashing ink down.
Lu Qingshan was rowing against the current, drifting along, but he was like a pillar in the middle of the stream, always standing firm.
The offensive and defensive positions of both sides kept changing, each with its own unique charm. In the blink of an eye, the battlefield had moved hundreds of miles, causing unrest in the sky above Yanlan Pass.
The Lord of the White Frost Sword was in a commanding position, becoming more and more courageous as the battle went on. He kept drawing his sword and allowed Lu Qingshan to fight him, but he was confident that there would always be a chance for the last straw that would break the camel's back.
In just half a quarter of an hour, he had already made no less than three thousand strokes. Lu Qingshan accepted all the attacks and took on more than three thousand waves of sword energy.
Finally, the turning point came.
A light brighter than sunlight suddenly appeared beside the White Frost Sword Master.
Without any sound or warning, it appeared unexpectedly and pierced directly into his forehead.
At this moment, the sword moves in the hands of the White Frost Sword Master suddenly stopped and he stood there in a daze.
Thousands of stars appear in the dark night, and a wisp of dust appears only in the bright day.
The mysterious sword of Yuanshen appears day by day!
A mysterious sword emitted by the soul of the calamity realm.
It comes silently and leaves without a trace, ignoring point and surface defenses and killing directly the soul.
Lu Qingshan prepared three thousand swords just for this moment of surprise.
The secret of the word 【归】 reappears.
In a flash, Lu Qingshan appeared above the White Frost Sword Master.
There was a terrifying power emanating from the Fuyao Sword. Wherever it passed, colorful clouds rolled and gathered, gathering and dispersing invisibly.
The continuous rain makes you unaware of the passing of spring, and the clear sky makes you realize how deep the summer is.
Secret sword, summer rain falls.
The most powerful explosive sword.
It was not until this moment that the Lord of the White Frost Sword came back to his senses and his mind became clear.
At the brink of victory or defeat, he unexpectedly stretched out his left palm to meet Lu Qingshan's sword, knowing that Fu Yao would pierce his palm, but he still did not hesitate at all.
Phew!
A string of scarlet blood flashed past Lu Qingshan's eyes.
Fuyao made a great contribution, and the left palm of the White Frost Sword Master was directly disabled at this moment. His left arm drooped down and the blood kept flowing down.
But Lu Qingshan was not happy, instead he sighed barely audible.
If the Lord of the White Frost Sword wanted to block this sword perfectly, he would be able to rely on Xia Yulo's explosive power to decide the outcome.
In a rough and direct way that made the White Frost Sword Master feel suffocated.
However, the Master of the White Frost Sword made the wisest choice in the shortest time. He chose to trade injuries for moves, and by crippling his own left hand, he forcibly blocked Lu Qingshan's sword, and lost the opportunity that Lu Qingshan had painstakingly created.
——He used his right hand to draw the sword, and his left hand was disabled, which had no effect on him at least in the short term.
All I can say is that old ginger is still spicy.
"What a pity." The White Frost Sword Master felt relieved, looked at the wound on his hand and smiled.
"That's enough," he said in a deep voice, "let's stop here."
Lu Qingshan was startled and looked around as if he realized something.
Suddenly, without knowing when, snowflakes were already falling from the sky.
It snows heavily during the Waking of Insects.
The Lord of the White Frost Sword seemed to no longer be in mortal enmity with Lu Qingshan at this moment. He actually started to chatter on and on, and his words were full of emotion and sighs.
"When I was born, there was a strange phenomenon in the sky. In the dog days of summer, snow fell for a hundred miles. The White Frost Sword that had been dormant in the Tianchi Lake for ten thousand years suddenly emerged and circled around the lake three times."
"On my first day of sword training, the previous sect master who personally taught me swordsmanship told me that once I have established my foundation, I can go to Tianchi and retrieve the white frost."
At this point, the White Frost Sword Master smiled and said, "At the age of ten, I got the white frost. At the age of sixteen, I formed the golden elixir. At the age of twenty-eight, I condensed the Nascent Soul. At the age of fifty-one, I practiced the spirit and returned to the void. I traveled to the Western Region again, stepping on every inch of the land. At the age of three hundred, I was able to transform into a spirit. After three hundred years, I entered the Eastern Region again and spent three hundred years trying to see how magical this land that nurtured the First Sword Sect was. During this period, I condensed the seeds of the Dharma Realm and entered the Seventh Realm."
“It took me five hundred years to reach the Fusion Realm, six hundred years to reach the First Tribulation Realm, seven hundred years to reach the Second Tribulation Realm, eight hundred years to reach the Third Tribulation Realm, one thousand years to reach the Fourth Tribulation Realm, eight hundred years to reach the Fifth Tribulation Realm, and three hundred years to reach the Sixth Tribulation Realm.”
"I can say that the path of swordsmanship is getting smoother and smoother, and I can see the true meaning."
"But I have entered the Seven Tribulations Realm and have not yet reached the Inch Realm for four thousand years. Do you know why?"
The White Frost Sword Master answered his own question: "It's very simple. My sword path has reached its current end. The only way to move forward is to open up a new path."
"However, the luck of the Sword Washing Pool is not enough to support me in opening the way, so I can only be forced to stay in the Seventh Tribulation Realm."
"Lu Qingshan, do you know that it has only been twenty years since the Tianyuan Year, and two of the three great sword immortals have passed away. The sword path has weakened, and it needs new sword immortals. The human race also needs new sword immortals."
"The Dao Sect has the luck and the capable will be in charge."
"Why do you have to struggle in vain?" The Lord of the White Frost Sword looked at Lu Qingshan expressionlessly.
After staying in the Seventh Tribulation Realm for four thousand years, the White Frost Sword Master had not yet reached the Inch Realm, but he had mastered one move.
"Frost... kills all the grass!"
It's like a painting spread between heaven and earth.
Suddenly, everything in the world was silent, with only snowflakes falling.
The endless snowflakes condensed into a line and became pieces of frost swords in the next moment.
It is majestic and not like something from this human world, and it seems hazy.
The sword that the Master of the White Frost Sword spent a full four thousand years to perfect is extremely aggressive.
Jiejie is a sword.
Countless swords.
Without the snow, only the sword remains.
This is the only one in the world.
Time and space seemed to stand still and stagnant.
"It's not only the sword in the sheath that can be used as a sword to kill people. I make swords with frost and snow, and control hundreds of thousands of swords. Even if they are as thin as ice knives or as light as cotton wool, they can still crush you to death." The Lord of the White Frost Sword did not take out the "sword".
Because if this sword is out, even he will not be able to retract it.
But it was not because he was kind, but because he was afraid of the Sword Sect - even if it was a "defeated" Sword Sect.
“Lu Qingshan, do you still want to fight with me?”
"If you don't fight, I will put away my sword," he said.
Facing hundreds of thousands of frost swords and the aggressive White Frost Sword Master, Lu Qingshan smiled inexplicably in such a situation.
He put away Fuyao and said softly to the White Frost Sword Master, and to everyone else, "Since you are here, I will take it easy. It is nothing more than a matter of whether the sword is drawn or not."
"When it comes to swordplay, when have I, Lu Qingshan, ever lost?"
Then, Lu Qingshan moved forward in the sky full of frosty swords, like a banished immortal who was free and easy in the human world.
With every step he took, hundreds of swords would appear from the void around him.
Facing the sky.
Man Jiang Hong, Yu Meiren, Die Lian Hua, Xi Jiang Yue, Cai Sang Zi.
Frosted leaves flying, night-blooming jasmine, clouds crossing the river, Jiuquanzi, heartbreaking confusion, pale yellow willows, dreaming of lotus.
Tianxiang, Liuchou, Yaohua, Qiuji, Wumen...
There were two hundred thousand swords in the Sword Washing Pool. Long swords, short swords, ancient swords, new swords, famous swords, sharp swords. They appeared in a mighty force and trembled with joy.
The clanging sound is like a phoenix singing in the sky, clear and unparalleled.
Two hundred thousand swords were placed in front of him, connected end to end, and hovering in an orderly manner.
"Let's go!" Lu Qingshan said in a deep voice.
He took another step in the air, raised his hands, and in a fit of rage, smashed the thousands of swords that belonged to the Sword Washing Pool at the White Frost Sword Master, whose pupils dilated and whose expression was shocked and angry.
The flying swords, as dense as a swarm of locusts, smashed down with a force as powerful as the clear jade sky.
There was no time to think about it, the arrow was on the string and had to be shot.
Thousands of frost swords 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 louder than the rumbling thunder during the Waking of Insects season.
The white frost sword, like heavy snow, was directly crushed.
Kill Baixue with a sword.
If you make hundreds of thousands of frost swords, I will use two hundred thousand real swords to break them.
Lu Qingshan raised his hands.
The sword rain fell rapidly, like a downpour from the sky falling on earth, with a violent crackling sound, like pearl-sized hailstones hitting the roof tiles.
The Lord of the White Frost Sword suddenly looked up, stunned, his eyes full of bitterness.
A sword suddenly flew over and broke through the layers of frost.
It is Chaotianque.
Behind it, there are more swords.
"It would be better to just thank Qingyun... Is it true that the young are to be feared?" The White Frost Sword Master did not have too much regret in his heart, only regret and aggrieved.
boom!
The figure of the White Frost Sword Master fell vertically, creating a deep pit in the middle of Yanlan Pass, with dust and smoke rising up.
Following closely behind were thousands of long swords.
They did not rush towards the White Frost Sword Master, but were inserted diagonally around the White Frost Sword Master's body, like a sword prison.
Fortunately, all the monks at Yanlan Pass were good fighters, and they had already seen the bad situation and evacuated to the surrounding areas.
At this moment, Lu Qingshan, dressed in a black and gold dragon robe, stood above the sky with his hands behind his back. Below him was the Master of the Baishuang Sword who was trapped in the sword prison.
Then his next words spread throughout the world like thunder during the Jingzhe season of the eighteenth year of Tianyuan.
"This year, in the Sword Sect's Upside-Down Mountains, 1,631 peaks became isolated peaks, and the highest main peak has also lost its owner. The Heart Demon Clan suffered nearly 10 million casualties, and the traitor Huan Ling received the due punishment. The two Heart Demon Lords, Soul Lord and Control Lord, all perished."
"The Heart Demon Clan, our Sword Sect has already expelled them from the Central Spirit. It will be difficult for them to become powerful again. You have nothing to do with them anymore."
"The Sword Sect has only 3,000 people, and 2,000 of them have died in ten years."
"If I remember correctly, you have one million disciples and one million sword practitioners in Xijianchi."
"I just want to ask one question now. How many people are you prepared to die in the Sword Washing Pond? Or, how many people dare to die in the battle?"
"Where is the spirit of the sword cultivators in the Sword Washing Pond?"
Yanlan Pass was as silent as death.
He no longer paid attention to the White Frost Sword Master.
Kendo is weakening?
There are sword immortals who have paved the way for sword cultivators all over the world, and there are younger generations of sword cultivators who are constantly striving to achieve their goals. As sword cultivators, how can we not be romantic?
Lu Qingshan waved his hand.
The thousands of swords that were inserted diagonally into the ground trembled slightly, then floated into the air and hung beside him.
A flash of sword light flashed by.
Xia Daoyun landed beside Lu Qingshan.
In the Tianyuan year, the most dazzling pair of master and disciple in kendo stood side by side.
Thousands of swords stood all around.
The war is over.
Suddenly, Xia Daoyun sneered, which sounded extremely harsh.
"Let's go." She turned and said to Lu Qingshan.
Looking at Lu Qingshan's profile, she thought inexplicably.
This man seems to be able to really carry the sword.