Another ear-piercing sound of metal clashing rang out in the sky. The Golden Scale Sword turned around and flew back. The Psychic Flexible Sword trembled and lost its chance to attack Lu Ping again. The two attacks were evenly matched.
Ouyang Weijian's expression changed. Lu Ping's Golden Scale Sword was actually able to grab onto his flying sword. Although his sword technique wasn't the strongest, it was the most unpredictable and unpredictable. When the opponent realized that something was amiss, the sword technique would have already struck its target. Ouyang Weijian's expression changed.
What he didn't know was that Lu Ping's Divine Sense far exceeded that of cultivators of the same level. Now, it was not inferior to cultivators of the fifth or sixth layer of the Core Forging Realm. Furthermore, Lu Ping had the Three Pure True Eyes. With the coordination of the two, he was able to capture the location of the Psychic Flexible Sword.
However, the Psychic Flexible Sword had the advantage of the magic treasure. Although the Golden Scale Sword had found its flaw and struck the sword first, no one was able to gain the upper hand.
Ouyang Weijian's fingers moved like butterflies flying through flowers. One sword sign after another was formed. The Psychic Flexible Sword trembled and countless sword lights and wind blades covered the sky as they rushed towards Lu Ping. The Psychic Flexible Sword flashed and disappeared among the sword lights and wind blades.
Lu Ping suddenly took a step back in the air. The Golden Scale Sword drew a circle in the sky. It looked as if it had pierced through a celestial river. A torrent of sword arts rushed towards the sword lights and wind blades that filled the sky.
A shattering explosion sounded as if firecrackers had been set off in the sky. A large number of sword lights and wind blades and torrents of sword arts were annihilated in the sky at the same time.
A breeze was able to pass through the spiritual power turbulence caused by the collision of the two Minor Divine Abilities and blow towards Lu Ping. A cyan light flashed in Lu Ping's eyes. He swung the Golden Scale Sword horizontally, but it hit empty air.
Lu Ping quickly retreated, the Golden Scale Sword suddenly turned into a slash in the middle of thrusting forward. Amidst a crisp ringing sound, the Golden Scale Sword finally struck the Psychic Soft Sword. However, the soft sword wasn't knocked away by Lu Ping's attack. Instead, it suddenly bent to neutralize the force from the Golden Scale Sword. The body of the sword suddenly thinned and the tip of the sword enlarged, stabbing straight at Lu Ping.
This was beyond Lu Ping's expectations. The Golden Scale Sword was too late to block. As Lu Ping quickly retreated, Lu Ping's Vigor Qi quickly appeared around him to protect him.
Minor Divine Ability of Protection! Water Screen Genuine Aura!
Ouyang Weijian finally forced Lu Ping to use his minor Divine Ability of Protection. Ouyang Weijian smiled coldly. So what if it was a minor Divine Ability of Protection? The Psychic Flexible Sword was also known as the Wishful Sword. It was best at piercing through the opponent's minor Divine Ability like a needle-shaped Dharma treasure.
The Psychic Flexible Sword stabbed into the "Water Screen Genuine Aura", but it was stuck halfway. Ouyang Weijian's cold smile immediately froze on his face.
How was this possible? How could his minor Divine Ability of Protection be so powerful that it could actually withstand the stab of a needle-shaped Dharma treasure, even if the stab had been weakened beforehand.
Gold, blue, and green colors flickered with each other, but at different times. The area of thirty feet around Lu Ping seemed to be a world under Lu Ping's control. When the Psychic Flexible Sword entered it, the Spiritual Essence on the sword was first corroded, then the force on the sword was weakened. Then, a sticky feeling attached to the sword, making it difficult for the Psychic Flexible Sword to advance any further.
"This person's minor Divine Ability of Protection is much more tyrannical than cultivators of the same level. It is almost no weaker than ordinary Dharma treasures. No wonder this person has never used a Dharma treasure."
If Lu Ping knew what Ouyang Weijian was thinking, he probably wouldn't know whether to laugh or cry. It wasn't that he didn't use a Dharma treasure, it was that he didn't have one on him. Fortunately, Lu Ping's Dharma Qi had already begun to condense the fourth Heaven and Earth Treasure, the Weak Water. This was a water attribute Heaven and Earth Treasure that Lu Ping obtained after killing the Kun Fish Demon Kong Liang. It was probably prepared for the Seven Treasures Thunder Calabash. However, Kong Liang's cultivation was only at the third layer of Core Forging at the time, so he couldn't condense the fourth Dharma treasure for the Seven Treasures Thunder Calabash. He could only leave the Weak Water until he reached the middle stage of Core Forging. He didn't think that it would benefit Lu Ping.
Although Lu Ping was amazed by the tyrannical power of the Seven Treasures Thunder Calabash, he didn't intend to continue to condense this treasure. Therefore, after Lu Ping obtained the Weak Water, the first thing he thought of was to condense the fourth water attribute Heaven and Earth Treasure for his minor Divine Ability of Protection.
Since the Psychic Flexible Sword missed its target, Lu Ping quickly retreated. But how could he let go of such an opportunity to counterattack? He swung the Golden Scale Sword thrice in the air, sending three sword waves towards Ouyang Weijian.
Ouyang Weijian couldn't let Lu Ping take the initiative so easily. The Spiritual Soft Sword that was flying back arched and returned to the size of an ordinary flying sword. It stabbed out 18 times in the sky in a row. It was the 18 sets of sword techniques in the "Merry 18 Swords of Wind".
For a moment, both sides abandoned their minor Divine Abilities and fought with speed, intending to seize the initiative. The waves were caused by the wind. Although Lu Ping's Thousand Piles Snow Sword was sharp, it was restrained by Ouyang Weijian's wind-attribute swordsmanship and couldn't display its endless momentum.
Lu Ping's Golden Scale Sword left his hand again, and the sword momentum changed again. The "Great River Flows East" sword technique was like a rolling torrent, rushing towards Ouyang Weijian with an indomitable momentum.
For a moment, Ouyang Weijian seemed to have an illusion. It was as if he had transformed into a reef in the river, trying to stop the torrent from moving forward. In the end, he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, drowning and being swept away by the torrent.
The battle between Lu Ping and Ouyang Weijian could be said to be the highest level of the most outstanding young cultivators in the North Sea's cultivation world. All the cultivators watching from below, regardless of their cultivation level, were watching the battle in the sky with rapt attention. But in private, they were multitasking, discussing with their friends about the swordsmanship of the two, the changes in the swordsmanship, the techniques used to face the enemy, the flaws in the swordsmanship, and so on.
After the two people in the sky gave up their powerful swordsmanship, the scene of the battle was less thrilling, but it became more exciting. The sky was full of flying Wind Snakes and swimming Swordfish fighting each other.
In the sky, one seemed to have turned into the source of the storm, while the other seemed to be the source of all water.
At that moment, Lu Ping was missing the Waterghost Sword. If he had this sword, Lu Ping would have another trump card. At the very least, Lu Ping would be able to unleash the power of the Invisible Sword Art. That way, he would be able to make up for the difference in quality between the Golden Scale Sword and the Psychic Flexible Sword.
Just as Lu Ping thought of the Waterghost Sword, a thought flashed through his mind. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have overlooked something.
At this moment, Lu Ping felt a great sense of danger looming over him.
It was Ouyang Weijian's natal flying sword!
Lu Ping did not hesitate. The Golden Scale Sword once again transformed into a torrent of swordsmanship. However, this time, the torrent of swordsmanship was not aimed at his opponent. Instead, it surrounded Lu Ping to form a huge vortex. From the sky, it looked like a huge waterspout.
The cultivators watching the battle all looked at Liu Tianling Laozu, who was sitting in the seat of honor. No matter how they looked at it, this swordsmanship was very similar to the great magic that Liu Tianling Laozu had used before she reached the Dharma Manifestation stage.
Although Liu Tianling Laozu was not a sword cultivator, her successful cultivation of the great magic, the waterspout, was indeed based on the swordsmanship recorded in the "Linhai Wave Listening Technique". Lu Ping had heard his teacher talk about it several times, and he had also heard his teacher talk about the cultivation method of the waterspout in detail. Naturally, he had used it as a reference.
This time, Lu Ping turned the torrent of swordsmanship into a waterspout, not to hurt his opponent, but to protect himself.
The wind blade formed by the Psychic Soft Sword rushed towards the waterspout, intending to completely break it, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea. However, immediately after the Psychic Soft Sword, an invisible force turned into a black line that seemed to be able to devour the wind. A sound of metal clashing could be heard. The black line had already broken the waterspout in one fell swoop, and it slashed towards Lu Ping, who was hidden in the waterspout.
However, the waterspout that was broken suddenly shrank and turned into a circulating torrent of swordsmanship again, blocking in front of the black sword light.
The black flying sword broke through the torrent of swordsmanship, and the Golden Scale Sword waited for it to exhaust itself. It collided with the black flying sword, and the Golden Scale Sword was sent flying back. The black flying sword's attack was fruitless, but it created another opportunity for the Psychic Soft Sword.
"You are indeed hiding your strength. You can freely change the torrent of swordsmanship. You don't look like you were unable to control your swordsmanship divine power after using it in the battle with Li Xuanliang. But even so, you will definitely lose today. You are not the only one who has hidden their strength."
Ouyang Weijian's mind raced, and the Psychic Soft Sword took advantage of the moment when the Golden Scale Sword was sent flying by his Intrinsic Flying Sword to once again cast a sword minor divine power.
This sword minor divine power was very different from the minor divine power formed by the Merry Eighteen Swords. It was clearly a brand new sword technique.
At that moment, Ouyang Weijian's Intrinsic Flying Sword recovered from the collision with the Golden Scale Sword. It scattered a semicircular arc in the sky, as though it had transformed into a folding fan. It suddenly fanned at the Golden Scale Sword that had been sent flying. It was another sword minor divine power!
Ouyang Weijian cast the two minor swordsmanship skills with all his might. The two minor swordsmanship skills seemed to be able to complement each other, as if they were meant to complement each other. The spirit-connected flexible sword and the natal flying sword were like two streams of wind that chased each other as they flew towards Lu Ping.
"Although the Merry Eighteen Swords is our sect's most famous sword technique, our Xuan Ling Sect has thousands of inheritances. How can we only have one set of sword techniques that can become a minor divine power!"
Ouyang Weijian's heart was cold. It was as though he could already see Lu Ping losing to his surprise combination of two minor divine powers. This was Ouyang Weijian's true trump card.
Perfected Lin Xuqing sat upright in his seat and casually glanced at Liu Tianling and Laozu. A faint smile appeared on his face.
The spectators also shook their heads. "He lost. This Lu Ping is still not Ouyang Weijian's match!"
"After all, he's honed his skills by fighting against demonic cultivators. The tempering between life and death is not something that can be compared to hard work."
"This Lu Ping is not bad. Although he lost to Ouyang Weijian among cultivators of the same cultivation level, it's still a glorious defeat. Both of their sword techniques belong to the ranks of the same generation."
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Just when everyone thought that Lu Ping would admit defeat, a strange whistling sound of a sword suddenly appeared out of nowhere. An awe-inspiring sword intent soared into the sky, as if it was going to pierce through the sky.
Some cultivators who liked to hold flying swords in their hands as decorations suddenly realized that the flying swords in their hands seemed to be uncontrollably shaking violently.
Different from the cultivators who didn't know what was going on, the expressions of the late stage Core Forging Spiritual Masters from the nine great sects all changed greatly. Perfected Lin Xuqing even jumped up. His expression kept changing. In the end, he looked at Liu Tianling and Laozu beside him and sat down resentfully. However, his face was already so gloomy that it seemed like it was about to drip water.
The two minor spells that Ouyang Weijian used to kill Lu Ping seemed to be under an inexplicable pressure at this moment. It seemed like they were going to break free from his control and collapse on their own.
Ouyang Weijian's expression changed. Although he didn't know what Lu Ping was doing, he knew that this effect must be caused by Lu Ping.
At this moment, a strange whistling sound rang out again. The Golden Scale Sword had returned to Lu Ping's hand. At this moment, a great pressure directly pressed down on the Psychic Flexible Sword and Natal Flying Sword. This pressure didn't come from divine sense, but from sword intent. It came from a brand new realm of swordsmanship, a realm that could sublimate swordsmanship.
This was the realm of great swordsmanship!
Ouyang Weijian's face turned pale. He never thought that Lu Ping's swordsmanship had already reached such a height that he couldn't even reach.
"Lu Ping has been pretending to be weak. He's using himself to hone his swordsmanship, and he's also forcing me to use all of my means to show him all of my trump cards. Then, when I'm the most confident, he'll use the sharpest and most unbeatable method to defeat me in one fell swoop. Whether it's swordsmanship or state of mind, he'll suffer a complete defeat."
Ouyang Weijian instantly understood what Lu Ping was thinking. A look of resentment rushed out, and his face suddenly became somewhat twisted.
Ouyang Weijian's pair of minor swordsmanship spells became vulnerable in front of Lu Ping's "All Rivers Run into the Sea" swordsmanship spell. The sword lights and wind blades that filled the sky were like young swallows flying into the forest. They were attracted by Lu Ping's "All Rivers Run into the Sea" and disappeared like a drop of water falling into the sea.
The Psychic Flexible Sword and Natal Flying Sword finally got rid of the attraction of Lu Ping's swordsmanship spell and flew back to Ouyang Weijian's side. Under the suppression of Lu Ping's swordsmanship spell, it would be difficult for them to do anything.
"This, this is a swordsmanship spell!"
Among the many cultivators watching the battle, someone finally recognized the swordsmanship realm Lu Ping displayed.
Except for the Core Forging Masters of the nine great sects and Liu Tianling Laozu, the rest of the cultivators were in an uproar. Lu Ping had actually mastered a swordsmanship spell! He was only at the third stage of Core Forging, but he was able to master a swordsmanship spell that was second only to the lightning-type spell!
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