Volume 7: The Strongest Four Realms Chapter 4: Breaking the Tide
"We will soon be able to see the battle between the sword cultivators from all over the world and the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool." Li Baoping was looking forward to it.
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flew out from the riverside and landed in front of one of the two middle-stage Jindan disciples in Xijianchi.
"I am a disciple of Jinghong Sect, Ling Xin. Although I am not talented, I would like to ask for some advice from you, fellow Taoist." Ling Xin kept himself humble.
"Sword Washing Pond, Jun Xiuyuan." The Sword Washing Pond disciple chosen by him replied.
The two sword cultivators were both from external sword schools. The next moment they stepped forward to fight. The sword lights were dazzling and the sword energy was flying.
Li Baoping was watching with great interest in the Tide Watching Tower, and he kept shouting "good things" when he saw some exciting parts. Li Zangong, who had been pretending to be cold, was also immersed in it at this moment.
However, Lu Qingshan found it a bit boring.
After all, these two Jindan sword cultivators had not even comprehended the sword intent. In his eyes, they were really unremarkable and not as attractive as the snacks on the table.
The two swordsmen on the river were fighting fiercely.
In the end, it was Xijian Chi Jun Xiuyuan who hit Ling Xin's weak spot with one sword and won easily.
From then on, the sword-washing event kicked off.
Immediately, six or seven sword cultivators jumped out and challenged the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool.
For a moment, the vast Fengling River was filled with gleaming sword lights and ringing sword sounds.
The fight between sword cultivators was as fast as lightning and ever-changing. It was always very entertaining to watch, and the winner was often decided in a matter of a breath, which made Li Baoping exclaim that it was very exciting.
Of course, up to now, the disciples of Xijianchi still maintain an undefeated record.
After all, the purpose of holding this sword-washing event in Xijianchi is to publicize their own reputation, and the disciples selected are naturally the elites of the sect.
Moreover, the gap in strength between disciples from large sects and ordinary cultivators is already extremely large.
Therefore, it is not surprising that the disciples of Xijianchi remain undefeated.
Lu Qingshan happened to look up and gazed into the distance, and vaguely saw a white line appearing in the distance.
The Fengling River tide is approaching.
By now, all fourteen disciples of Xijianchi have fought at least one round.
Only Bilang Jian Qianliu remained hanging over the river with his arms folded, and no one challenged him.
——Most people still have self-awareness.
For them, the sword cultivators who were able to make it onto the Yellow List were no longer in a different class.
To challenge? That would be humiliating, there is no need.
"Although we can't win, at least someone should come and challenge us." Li Baoping couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw the Fengling tide approaching.
As the tide receded, the sword-washing ceremony came to an end.
The girl kept muttering, "Hurry up, a brave man... Otherwise, no one will challenge the Jade Wave Sword. I won't be able to see him use his sword this time. What a loss..."
Just at this moment!
An old swordsman with a haggard face flew up on his sword and suddenly hovered in front of Bilang Jian Qianliu, who had never been challenged.
"Qin Shan, Qin Family, Qin He, please teach me with the Bilang Sword."
"Yeah! It's finally here!" The girl Li Baoping waved her little fist excitedly. Without Lu Qingshan asking, she started chattering to Lu Qingshan.
"There are many sword-cultivating families in Baizhou. The Qinshan Qin Family and our Baima Li Family are of the same level. This Qin He is the patriarch of the Qin Family. He is a seven or eight hundred year old Yuanying. He is shameless enough to challenge the Bilang Sword who is younger than his son. Fortunately, he is shameless, otherwise I would not be able to see the Bilang Sword's methods this time!"
While Li Baoping was complaining here, the fighting had already begun over there.
Qin He was also a swordsman who specialized in external swordsmanship. He stepped forward and thrust out his sword with a clanging sound. The sword light was dazzling, and he used all his abilities to transform himself. A heavy aura rushed towards him.
This is his giant mountain sword intent, the middle level state of mind.
The sword came out like a huge mountain, with unparalleled force.
This sword weighs a thousand pounds.
The Bilang Sword Qianliu made a clang, and the Liuxue Sword appeared in his hand.
The sword shone so coldly like snow that even Qin He could not help but shiver.
Facing Qin He's attacking sword, Qianliu simply pushed Liuxue forward a little and swung it out casually.
Crash!
The sound of waves came from the sword.
Everyone who saw this sword felt as if countless rivers were born from the sword, and the rivers rolled into waves, overwhelming Qin He's sword.
Qin He gritted his teeth and continued to slash down, trying to break Qianliu's sword with the force of a huge mountain.
boom!
The waves crash against the rocks.
Qin He's giant mountain was not defeated by the waves. A look of joy immediately appeared on his face, and he was ready to take advantage of the situation to pursue.
Unexpectedly, the situation suddenly changed the next moment.
Another round of higher and more ferocious waves rose up and swept towards Qin He again.
"The sword creates nine waves, each stronger than the last," Li Baoping said excitedly, "This is the famous sword style of the Green Wave Sword. One sword contains nine layers of power, as long as water. Few can wrestle with it. I wonder how many waves this shameless old man can block."
Lu Qingshan's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the fight on the river quietly.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Four more loud crashes were heard.
The next moment, all the waves of the river disappeared, and the tip of the Liuxue sword in Qianliu's hand had already stopped at Qin He's dantian in his abdomen.
Before everyone could react, Qin He, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage, had already been defeated.
This seven or eight hundred year old swordsman lost to Qianliu, a swordsman of the new generation, and he had no temper at all.
"Thank you." Bilangjian said gently.
"The Bilang Sword is indeed very powerful. I am ashamed of myself that I am inferior to it." Qin He was stunned for a moment, then said with conviction.
“Your sword is as powerful as a mountain, extremely heavy, but it also lacks agility. If you can absorb some of the power of water, you will definitely improve.” Bilang Jian Qianliu suddenly gave advice.
Qin He was startled when he heard this. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he had understood something. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your advice."
"No need, it's just a piece of cake. Isn't it for this reason that I, Xijianchi, established this sword-washing event on Fengling River? To make friends with swords and help the world." Bilang Sword said calmly.
It seemed that these words touched Qin He. He thought for a while and suddenly said loudly: "The Sword Washing Pool has a heart to help the sword cultivators of the world. It is really a great cause. Today I feel inspired and I have to say a few words even if it means risking disapproval."
“Although the Sword Sect is powerful, the threshold to entry is as high as the sky, and only a few people in the world can enter its sect.
Therefore, no matter how powerful he is, he can only strengthen his own sect and is meaningless to all the sword practitioners in the world.
Haven’t you seen that because the Sword Sect is so prominent in the Eastern Region, other small and medium-sized sword-cultivating sects have few inheritances?
But Xijianchi is different. Xijianchi recruits disciples from all over the world with the aim of strengthening the sword cultivation in the world. Its vision is never limited to one sect or one school, and it never squeezes out other sword cultivation sects.
In addition, he was willing to send disciples to hold a sword-washing competition on the Fengling River, so that aspiring young sword practitioners from all over the world could communicate with each other. As a result, the Western Region became a place where a hundred sword-cultivating sects flourished.
Compared to the Sword Sect, this Sword Washing Pool is not inferior in any way except for the lack of a mighty sword immortal. It can even be said to be better.
If you ask me, the real leader in the development of swordsmanship is not the Eastern Domain Sword Sect, but the Western Domain Sword Washing Pool.
"As long as a great sword immortal emerges from the Sword Washing Pool someday, the Eastern Region Sword Sect will surely be able to replace it and become the world's number one sword cultivation sect!" Qin He said with great confidence.
One stone stirs up a thousand ripples, and there was an uproar among the monks who were watching the "tide", and they were talking about it.
The power and status of the Sword Sect have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of sword practitioners all over the world.
Qin He's words were undoubtedly a challenge to authority.
But after a little thought, I have to say that there does seem to be some truth in it.
…
In the Tide-Watching Tower.
Lu Qingshan narrowed his eyes and looked at the head of the Qin family, who admitted that he was inferior to the Bilang Sword, but talked about the Sword Washing Pool and praised it in every way.
Very poor acting.
How could the head of a family be so innocent and moved just because of a few meaningless instructions from Bilang Sword?
At this point, how could he not understand that this old extra sword cultivator was actually a stooge hired by Xijianchi.
The main purpose was to use other people's mouths to say under such public attention that "Except for the absence of a sword immortal, the Sword Washing Pool is on par with the Sword Sect in other aspects, or even better."
This publicity has subtly influenced the views of sword practitioners around the world on the Sword Washing Pond.
If these words were said by the people in the Sword Washing Pool themselves, it would sound like Wang Po bragging about her own products, and would not only have little effect, but it would even seem like a direct provocation to the Sword Sect.
However, if these words were said by a sword cultivator who had nothing to do with the Sword Washing Pool in such a state of submission and genuine admiration, it would seem as if Qin He was impressed by the Sword Washing Pool, indirectly confirming the charm of the Sword Washing Pool again.
It’s really wonderful.
Lu Qingshan felt emotional.
In his world, this is just a celebrity public relations technique that couldn't be more cliché.
Everyone has seen it too much, it can’t fool many people.
But in this world, it is still quite novel, and looking at the effect, it seems to be quite good.
Who would have thought that a swordsman who had always acted casually and capriciously could be so cunning?
only……
Lu Qingshan sneered in his heart.
It doesn't matter if he didn't see it.
Now that I have seen... someone belittling his own sect to elevate the Sword Washing Pond, it would be unreasonable for a disciple of the Sword Sect to remain indifferent.
"Li Baoping." Lu Qingshan put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at the slowly advancing tide.
"Huh? What's the matter?" The girl Li Baoping was called by her name, turned around and asked in confusion.
"I think it won't be long before your wish comes true," Lu Qingshan said, looking at the girl's adorable face, and smiled softly, "Then you can tell others that you not only talked to the monk on the Yellow List, but also invited him to dinner."
"What do you mean?" Li Baoping was unable to react and had not yet understood the meaning of Lu Qingshan's sudden words.
Then, she discovered that the Taoist friend who had been traveling with them all the way and looked very good suddenly stood up and leaped, his body turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards the surging tide of Fengling River.
The tide of Fengling River was at this moment as fast as thunder, surging in and advancing step by step.
Thunder gathers on the sea and a waterfall appears in the middle of the river.
As the mighty tide rose, the sky and the earth were covered with mist . People with low cultivation could not see through the thick water vapor even if they used their spiritual power in their eyes.
Only the blue-shirted swordsman in the Sword Washing Pool stood high on the crest of the tide, holding his sword.
He was full of vigor and heroic spirit, which attracted the hearts and minds of countless female cultivators.
Sword cultivators are the most romantic cultivators, and have been the most popular with women since ancient times.
…
The tide surged like a tall, snow-white city wall.
Dancing like fighting dragons, running like hailstorm.
The water splashed like big and small pearls falling on a jade plate, making a loud noise and a hissing sound.
It is so magnificent that it makes people feel excited.
"Sword Sect Lu Qingshan, dare to ask for the guidance of the Sword Washing Pool Bilang Sword."
Amid the sound of the rolling tide, everyone heard a clear voice coming from the riverside.
Sword Sect...?!
Is it the Sword Sect from the East Region? !
If so, how could it appear in the Western Regions? !
Countless tide-watchers drew their attention to this incident.
I saw a figure rising from the riverside attic and rushing towards the Bilang Jian Qianliu above the tide.
First, a blazing red sword light shot out and rushed straight towards the rolling waves.
Then, thousands of sword energy threads flew out with great force, causing the entire Fengling River to shake.
Finally, there was a figure that appeared on the crest of the tide, holding a magnificent sword in his hand.
"Lu Qingshan?" Bilang Jian Qianliu looked at the figure that appeared in front of him warily, "Sword Sect?"
"That's right. Since the Sword Washing Pool is holding a sword-washing event here, they won't forbid the disciples of the Sword Sect to participate, right?" Lu Qingshan asked.
“Of course not.” Qianliu would not let his own sect be accused of thinking it was inferior to the Sword Sect.
"That's good. I'm just a little sword cultivator in the early Yuanying stage of the Sword Sect." Lu Qingshan nodded and said softly, "Today, please ask the Sword Washing Pool Bilang Sword to receive my three sword strikes."
As soon as the words fell.
Secret Sword: Heaven-Suppressing Sword.
Lu Qingshan said in his heart.
Zhentian is one of the three sword immortals of the time, and he personally created the supreme secret sword technique.
Only after he advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, he was finally able to wield those three complete sword strikes.
Three complete swords with five times the power.
On the body of the Dragon Bird Sword, suddenly, groups of sword energy condensed, rolled and boiled.
With its power increased fivefold, even the sword energy was like an ant on a hot pan, unable to stay still, rising up with fierce intent.
"Killing and penetration..." Lu Qingshan murmured.
The Zhentian Secret Sword cannot be superimposed on other sword styles, but there is no .
The killing sword intent that was born for killing and the penetrating sword intent that was born for attacking, in an instant, attached themselves to the sword.
Lu Qingshan did not hold back at all when it came to this first sword strike after he entered the Nascent Soul stage.
The evolutionary force of the immortal true meaning acts on the sword intent that penetrates silence.
A dazzling cold light flashed and exploded from the dragon bird, and as the dragon bird flew forward, a deafening roar was made.
The crowd of onlookers saw the handsome swordsman who called himself Lu Qingshan swinging three swords in succession in full view of everyone.
The first sword had infinite power and a sharp edge. It contained a thousand two hundred threads of sword energy and towered like an upside-down river in the sky.
The third-ranked sword-cultivating genius of the younger generation at Xijianchi unleashed his pinnacle sword, the Nine-Layer Wave.
The sword contains nine levels of power. The artistic conception of water is integrated with the sword intent of killing, and suddenly it bursts out with waves, one wave stronger than the other. After the nine levels are superimposed, it has become an irresistible force.
The sword energy suddenly confronted the nine-fold waves, and the sword tide that was aroused was even more turbulent and surging than the Fengling River tide.
In the blink of an eye, the two had collided thousands of times.
Bang!
The sound of a huge tide suddenly rose in Fengling River.
The sword energy suddenly disappeared.
The first sword battle between Lu Qingshan and Qianliu ended in a draw.
However, Qianliu's face was already a little pale at this time.
Lu Qingshan's expression remained calm.
Then, Lu Qingshan swung out the second sword to suppress the sky.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom!
Like war drums.
It was like a giant punching Qianliu, shaking his mind.
He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Secret Sword: Thousand Snow Piles!"
Rocks pierce the sky, waves crash against the shore, and thousands of snowdrifts are blown up.
This is a secret sword that he possesses.
Nine layers of waves appeared again, transforming into raging storms, as white as the moon on the river, pouring out to meet Lu Qingshan's sword.
Lu Qingshan's second sword of Zhentian confronts Qianliu's secret sword, Qianduixue.
As the two confronted each other, sword beams and sword energy continued to surge out, devouring and disintegrating each other. In the blink of an eye, no one knew how many fierce .
boom!
Another explosion was heard.
The sound of war drums faded, and thousands of piles of snow disappeared.
In the sight of the tide-watchers , all they could see was the Fengling River tide and two people on the crest of the tide.
In this second head-on confrontation, the two men once again ended in a draw.
But this...is not the end yet.
Finally, Lu Qingshan swung out his third sword strike.
Bilang Jian Qianliu, who had run out of tricks, could only try his best to use his sword to block.
hide?
It's not that he couldn't hide, but if he hid under such public attention, where would the reputation of the Sword Washing Pool be? Wouldn't this Fengling River Sword Washing Festival become a joke?
Therefore, for the sake of the sect's reputation, he must try his best to block the sword head-on, even if it means suffering serious injuries!
However, he overestimated himself and underestimated Lu Qingshan.
With only one breath left in his body, how could he block the Heaven-Slaying Sword that he had tried his best to stop?
This time, the balance was broken in an instant.
Lu Qingshan's sword light was like a whirlwind, destroying the layers of waves created by Qianliu's slashing, and went straight towards Qianliu, who was already pale.
"My life is over?" This thought suddenly flashed through Qianliu's mind.
He could hardly believe that he would die at the Fengling River Sword Washing Conference, which he had always regarded as just a game.
The tide-watchers also stared with wide eyes.
A disciple of the Sword Sect was actually going to kill a disciple of the Sword Washing Pond in public?
If this happened, one can imagine how much turmoil it would cause in the Western Regions.
Lu Qingshan looked at Qianliu's pale and desperate face, smiled indifferently, and then turned the sword in his hand.
If you just draw your sword and kill someone when encountering a problem, then you have a mental problem and are not a swordsman.
What drives a sword cultivator forward is his heart of Taoism, not his way of dealing with people.
Winning over the Bilang Sword would have already earned back face for the Sword Sect.
Kill Qianliu? That's something only a fool would do.
But Zhentian had just struck out with a sword so powerful that even he couldn't take it back.
Lu Qingshan could only turn the sword and attack others.
But who on Fengling River can block his full-strength sword attack?
Therefore, Lu Qingshan turned his target to attack the Fengling River tide under his feet.
On this day, all the tide-watchers on both sides of the bustling Fengling River witnessed a scene that they would never forget.
The two tides that were crossing and embracing each other and reaching their peak suddenly stopped at the peak.
They were cut straight off by a single sword strike.
It seems like a masterpiece of nature.
The water droplets, big and small, disappeared, and the water vapor also evaporated.
Only the Fengling River, as calm as a mirror, remains.
Everything disappeared, as if the tide had never existed.
The sound of thunder and hail also dissipated and disappeared.
The tide watchers were stunned, and the world was silent for a moment.
It was eerily quiet.
Bilang Jian Qianliu's figure was suspended in the air, with a dazed look on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.
A ball of spiritual power swept past and took away the twenty spiritual crystals hanging high in the air.
Between heaven and earth, only Lu Qingshan's gradually fading light and his last hearty laugh remained, "I would be disrespectful to refuse these twenty spirit crystals from the Sword Washing Pool."
…
Lu Qingshan, with one sword, cut off the tide of Fengling River.
It also cut off the "tide" of swords in the Sword Washing Pool.
It is truly unrivaled in beauty.
