In the past few days in the monastery, there had been quite a few disciples who had connections. They had followed their family elders and old friends to pay their respects to Lu Ping. Their meaning was that they wanted to become Lu Ping's disciple. Even if it was just an in-name disciple, even if they couldn't succeed, they still hoped to catch Lu Ping's eye and leave a good impression on him.
The reason Lu Ping was so sought after wasn't just because of his own accomplishments, but also because he had a Dharma expert, Laozu, standing behind him. Anyone with a discerning eye would naturally be envious of Lu Ping's current position, and so they would naturally do everything they could to curry favor with him.
Lu Ping didn't have the patience for all that. He left his cultivation room early and walked toward the back of the monastery's mountain where he had studied the Dao and practiced his sword.
Right now, Sun Peak was still the place where the monastery's disciples would gather to practice their sword in the morning. But the area of the seventh platform had already been expanded. Lu Ping could only find a few traces of that time by the side of the cliff.
Because it was the day of the Faction Competition, the monastery no longer had a gathering of disciples to cultivate together. As a result, there weren't that many disciples on Sun Peak.
Lu Ping looked at the scenery of the back of the mountain. He looked at the sea of clouds in the distance. Under the mountain wind, the clouds were like the waves of the sea. The moaning of the mountain wind made the sea of clouds seem even more ethereal than the sea.
Lu Ping's interest was immediately piqued. A golden flying sword appeared in his hand. The flying sword was in Lu Ping's hand, and it wasn't being controlled by him in the air. Following that, Lu Ping's feet moved slightly, and his figure flickered as he displayed an extremely ordinary sword technique in coordination with the Golden Scale Sword.
Blood Condensation Bone Transformation Art!
It was none other than the Zhen Ling Sect's basic cultivation method that Lu Ping had been cultivating for ten years in the Blood Refining Realm. The basic cultivation method also had an extension to it — the [72 Strikes of Blood Condensation Bone Melting Fist Technique] that could be used with both fists and swords.
Lu Ping was currently displaying a set of ordinary swordsmanship that almost all Zhenling disciples knew.
However, even though it was such an ordinary sword skill, in the hands of a Master Swordsman like Lu Ping, it was as if it truly possessed the power to melt blood and melt bones. Lu Ping slashed out layers of sword flowers with the Golden Scale Sword, and amidst the dazzling sword shadows were hidden infinite killing intents and traps.
Wang Qi was a Second Grade disciple of the True Spirit Side Hall's Seventh Squadron. Although he was only at the Eighth Layer of Blood Refining Realm, he had still passed two rounds of the competition. Tomorrow would be the third round.
Wang Qi was quite fond of swordsmanship, especially after he saw the "Emotionless Sword" Enlightened Du Feng's swordsmanship this afternoon. Wang Qi was very envious. He heard that Zhen Ling Sect's famous "Water Sword Deity", Enlightened Master Lu Xuanping, might also come to the tournament. Although Wang Qi was slightly disappointed that he did not see the legendary Water Sword Deity, after seeing Enlightened Master Du Feng's swordsmanship, he still wanted to go to the back mountain to practice his swordsmanship even though he knew that the most important thing now was to prepare for the tournament tomorrow.
There were very few True Spirit Monastery disciples on the back mountain, so Wang Qi quickly went to the seventh platform. It was said that when Lu Xuanping was still a True Spirit Monastery disciple, he had been in the Seventh Squadron. Furthermore, the current training platform of the Seventh Squadron was also once used by Lu Xuanping.
Before Wang Qi even reached the seventh platform, he saw a youth who didn't look much older than him practicing his swordsmanship on the platform.
Wang Qi was puzzled. For someone to be practicing his swordsmanship on the platform at this time, could it be one of his fellow disciples from the Seventh Squadron?
Wang Qi walked up to greet him, but he saw that the youth in front of him was actually practicing the Blood Melting Bone Sword that all the True Spirit Monastery disciples were familiar with. That made Wang Qi a bit curious. Such a sword technique was something that every True Spirit Monastery disciple had trained in for several years. They had long since become extremely familiar with it. What was there to practice with?
Just as Wang Qi was about to step forward and greet him, he realized that he didn't know the person in front of him at all. He couldn't help but be taken aback. However, it was in this moment that Wang Qi discovered something even more shocking. The 72 Paths of Blood Condensation Bone Melting Sword had already been unleashed by the person in front of him to form a huge sword light furnace. It was as though anyone who entered the furnace would be devoured by the sword light furnace, leaving nothing behind.
That dense sword-intent was absorbed into the furnace of sword-light by Lu Ping, but Wang Qi felt a faint sense of fear and shock. The Blood Melting Bone Sword could actually possess such power!
This was a fortuitous encounter!
Wang Qi was also a quick-witted person. After recovering from his shock, he immediately realized that this youth practicing his swordsmanship was definitely a legendary expert. It wasn't as if none of Zhenling's disciples had encountered something like this before. Although high level cultivators in Zhenling were mysterious, they weren't unreasonable. Heaven Spirit Mountain was only so big, and it wasn't uncommon for low level disciples to encounter high level cultivators and receive pointers from senior cultivators.
In the cultivation world, this kind of thing was called running into a fortuitous encounter. But Zhenling was used to calling it running into immortal fate. Wang Qi had never imagined he would be so lucky.
Wang Qi hastily recollected himself and sat down cross-legged. He dispelled any external distractions and stared unblinkingly at the senior practicing his swordsmanship.
Naturally, Lu Ping had long since noticed Wang Qi's arrival. However, Lu Ping didn't care about that. The most important thing for cultivators was when they felt like it. That was because it was the release of a cultivator's instincts, the awakening of one's potential. For cultivators, it was also a type of fortuitous encounter, a fortuitous encounter of enlightenment. Today, Lu Ping was feeling nostalgic. He suddenly had the desire to practice his swordsmanship. Naturally, he wouldn't suppress his thoughts.
The 72 Stances of the Blood Condensation Bone Melting Sword Technique was practiced three times by a master swordsman like Lu Ping. This was the most basic sword technique. Although it wasn't very powerful, it had the widest range of application. Over thousands or even tens of thousands of years, it had been tempered by countless cultivators and had very few obvious flaws. It was the best way to solidify one's foundation.
Wang Qi was attracted by the level of swordsmanship Lu Ping had demonstrated when he saw the golden flying sword in Lu Ping's hand suddenly change. The sword light, which had shrunk together like a huge sword furnace, suddenly broke apart. It was like a flood that had broken free from the shackles of a dam, sweeping in all directions.
Wang Qi wasn't too far away from where Lu Ping was practicing his swordsmanship. Moreover, when Wang Qi realized that this was a great fortuitous encounter, there was no way he would hide far away!
When Lu Ping was practicing the Blood Condensation Bone Melting Sword Technique, Wang Qi didn't notice it because it wasn't very powerful and wasn't a sword kinesis technique. But now that Lu Ping's swordsmanship had changed, its power had increased by more than a hundred times!
Wang Qi could only feel an earth-shattering wave of swords rushing in his direction. He was like a decaying reef standing in the middle of a river, awaiting the fate of being destroyed like a twig.
Just as Wang Qi was about to be devoured by Lu Ping's sword light, he saw the murderous sword light suddenly turn into small sentient fish, circling around him.
Wang Qi's back was already drenched in sweat. At the same time, he was pleasantly surprised. This expert in front of him already knew of his existence and clearly recognized his right to watch from the side. At the same time, Wang Qi was shocked by Lu Ping's superb swordsmanship.
After Lu Ping finished practicing the Blood Condensation Bone Melting Sword Technique, he used the sword kinesis technique and the Raging Waves Hitting the Shore. The clouds around Yang Peak immediately turned into rolling waves under the influence of Lu Ping's swordsmanship. The grass and trees on Yang Peak were swept away by the waves. If it weren't for the fact that Lu Ping's control over his swordsmanship had already reached the point of perfection, the grass and trees on Yang Peak would have already been turned to dust by Lu Ping's swordsmanship.
At this time, the commotion caused by Lu Ping's swordsmanship had already attracted the attention of others. After a while, another monastery disciple carefully walked over, clearly afraid that he would disturb Lu Ping's swordsmanship. But when he saw Wang Qi, who was completely focused on watching Lu Ping practice, he relaxed and hurriedly walked over to Wang Qi's side. He sat down cross-legged and nodded to Wang Qi, but he saw that Wang Qi didn't seem to notice him at all. He was startled and quickly turned his head to carefully observe.
At this time, Lu Ping's swordsmanship changed once more. He used the Stone Piercing Sky Sword Technique, and a loud, muffled sound rang out from the sea of clouds on the mountainside. It was as if the waves in the sea were endlessly crashing against the reefs on the shore.
The cultivator who just arrived didn't feel anything, but Wang Qi had been here for quite some time. After casting the [Sword Control Technique], Lu Ping couldn't help but spread out his divine sense. His divine sense aura far surpassed that of an ordinary Core Forging Realm cultivator's divine sense and the murderous aura exuding from Lu Ping's swordsmanship had already put a heavy pressure on Wang Qi. And this was only because Lu Ping had restrained his divine sense. Otherwise, these two Blood Refining Realm disciples wouldn't be qualified to observe Lu Ping's swordsmanship at such a close distance.
This was actually an inadvertent test from Lu Ping. In the cultivation world, the greatest taboo was to pass on knowledge to an incompetent person. If Wang Qi and Wang Qi couldn't even withstand this little bit of pressure, they naturally wouldn't be qualified to continue observing Lu Ping's swordsmanship.
Of course, Lu Ping could also hold back his divine sense pressure and let the two of them observe. However, if the swordsmanship technique was not under the control of divine sense, how much power could it exert? How could the essence of Lu Ping's swordsmanship be displayed?
At this time, Wang Qi was already sweating profusely. However, he had already observed three sets of swordsmanship from Lu Ping, and each set was stronger than the last. At this point, Wang Qi didn't dare to pay attention to this. Clearly, if Lu Ping continued, there would be even more powerful swordsmanship to be displayed. Naturally, Wang Qi wouldn't miss this opportunity.
The sword light that filled the sky suddenly retracted, and Wang Qi and Wang Qi immediately felt the pressure on their bodies lighten. The cultivators beside them had just heaved a sigh of relief. Although Wang Qi felt a sense of relief, he still felt a faint sense of regret.
At this moment, a strange roar suddenly came from the sea of clouds that Lu Ping's swordsmanship had engulfed. The dispersed sea of clouds suddenly collapsed and shrunk rapidly. A strange four-legged horned snake swaggered back and forth in the sky above Yang Peak. With a slap, a headbutt, a coil, and a fling, each attack brought with it a strange sword whistle, as if an invisible sword qi was about to tear the void apart.
At this time, another two side monastery disciples were attracted by the strange phenomenon caused by Lu Ping's swordsmanship. When they saw Wang Qi and Wang Qi, they hurriedly sat down beside them to observe Lu Ping's swordsmanship.
At this time, the power of Lu Ping's swordsmanship was getting stronger and stronger, and the strange phenomenon was also getting bigger and bigger. Many cultivators on Yang Peak had noticed this.
The four-legged horned serpent in the sky above the cliff suddenly circled in a strange way. Then, Lu Ping's sword technique changed, and the serpent suddenly collapsed. A golden sword light emerged from the collapsing sword light, and the originally scattered sword light seemed to have found its backbone. Following the golden light, it gathered into a surging river of sword light, rushing towards the distant sky like a vast river.
Another two disciples dashed towards them from Yang Peak. However, Lu Ping's [Great River Flowing East Sword Skill] stopped the two disciples in their tracks even though they weren't charging towards the direction of the [Great River Flowing East Sword Skill].
Then, one of them showed some fear, but when the other saw the four cultivators sitting in front of him, he gritted his teeth and endured Lu Ping's momentum and walked forward. Seeing his companion's reaction, the person next to him also walked forward. As the two of them walked forward, the pressure from Lu Ping's swordsmanship suddenly increased. With every step the two of them took, the pressure grew even stronger. The four cultivators sitting in front of them all staggered back, as if they were about to be blown away by a gust of wind.
When everyone looked again, they saw that Lu Ping's swordsmanship had indeed created tall, white waves on the river. It was as though snow-white waves of swordsmanship were blotting out the sky. Every time the waves rose, they brought with them an overwhelming momentum that could sweep everything away.
Of the two cultivators who came later, the disciple who was slightly afraid stopped about three meters away from Wang Qi and the others. He couldn't take another step forward. Instead, it was the other disciple who barely made it to the side of Wang Qi and the others and sat down cross-legged. Only then did he realize that Wang Qi and the others had twisted expressions on their faces, as if they were enduring some kind of excruciating pain. Just as the disciple was startled, an even colder and heavier pressure than before came crashing down on him. While he was still in a daze, his entire body was forcefully pushed back two feet. He hurriedly circulated his arcane energy and did his best to pin his body to the ground. Only then did he stop being pushed back. However, he couldn't take another step forward. He could only calm himself down and observe Lu Ping's swordsmanship.
Lu Ping had combined the Great River Flows East with the Thousand Snow Sword Art to form a torrent of swordsmanship. Even among the minor divine arts of swordsmanship, it was one of the most powerful secret arts. It wasn't something an ordinary cultivator could withstand. At this time, the commotion caused by Lu Ping's swordsmanship had already attracted the attention of the other cultivators in the courtyard. Many Blood Condensation cultivators flew over, but they were blocked by Lu Ping's sky-covering sword qi. Even a few Core Forging cultivators had rushed over after hearing the commotion. They clearly recognized Lu Ping, but they didn't reveal themselves and only watched quietly from afar.
These people naturally couldn't hide from Lu Ping, but Lu Ping didn't care. The surging sword torrent froze in the sky, and then it shrank into a huge sword. Lu Ping pointed a finger at the sky, and the huge sword slashed down as if it wanted to split apart heaven and earth. The cultivators behind Lu Ping, with the exception of Wang Qi, all fell back. It was as if Lu Ping's sword was aimed at them.
Just as Lu Ping's sword formed, Wang Qi seemed to sense it. He stabbed a mid-grade Enchanted item into the ground, nailing himself to the ground. However, the heavy sword aura that Lu Ping released still caused Wang Qi to cough up a mouthful of blood.
By now, more and more monastery disciples were rushing over to the seventh platform. However, these cultivators were unable to enter the platform like Wang Qi's group of six.
At that moment, Lu Ping was completely immersed in his sword technique. He didn't have the time to pay attention to his surroundings. Lu Ping felt as if his sword technique had reached a great threshold. It was as if he only needed to put in a little more effort and he would be able to break through this final obstacle.
Lu Ping was like an undercurrent that was accumulating power. After going through all of his sword techniques from start to finish, Lu Ping didn't stop. Instead, he took out all of the sword techniques he had learned over the years, including the Xuan Ling Sect's signature sword technique, the Merry Eighteen Swords, as well as the dozen or so sword techniques he had obtained from the Flying Cloud Grotto. Lu Ping used all of them with ease, merging them into the sword light emitted by the Golden Scale Sword. He then used them one by one. It looked as if Lu Ping was simultaneously using those dozens of sword techniques.
For a moment, the cultivators who were observing Lu Ping's swordsmanship were confused. It was as if Lu Ping's swordsmanship had suddenly become strange. Each set of swordsmanship was executed in a different style. Sometimes, Lu Ping would use several different methods to execute a set of swordsmanship, causing the observing cultivators to feel an extremely strange and oppressive aura. The aura was rapidly surging in the surrounding void, as if it was looking for a way to vent its anger.
Lu Ping used dozens of different sword techniques at the same time. The comprehension in his heart was becoming increasingly clear. He couldn't help but let out a long cry. "Wonderful! Wonderful!"
Lu Ping put the Golden Scale Sword back into his hand. This time, he used a brand new sword technique. After this sword technique was displayed, the dozens of sword techniques that were being performed by the Psychic Sword Lights around Lu Ping seemed to be affected by a huge gravitational force and were pulled into the sword technique vortex created by the Golden Scale Sword.
The entire sky was filled with sword cries. Not only the Golden Scale Sword and the Psychic Sword Lights, but also the flying swords of the disciples who were observing Lu Ping's swordsmanship, the flying swords of the Blood Condensation cultivators, and even the magic treasures of the Core Forging cultivators. At this moment, all of them were under the control of their masters. However, there were still many flying swords that broke free of their masters' control and were pulled into the sword technique vortex created by Lu Ping.
The expressions of the Core Forging Enlightened Masters changed. The flying swords in their hands naturally wouldn't be sucked away by Lu Ping's sword technique. However, when they saw the dozens of flying swords flying into the sword technique vortex created by Lu Ping like moths to a flame, almost all the cultivators instantly realized the level of power of this sword technique.
This was a Great Swordsmanship Divine Ability!
However, at this moment, the Great Swordsmanship Divine Ability seemed to be beyond the understanding of others. The sword technique vortex created by Lu Ping was getting bigger and bigger. Not only were the clouds around Yang Peak swept away by Lu Ping, but the sea of clouds in the distance was also continuously gathering into Lu Ping's sword technique vortex. The huge celestial phenomenon not only covered the entire sky of the True Spirit Side Courtyard, but also affected the Sect Protecting Formation of Tianling Mountain at this moment.
There seemed to be only the sound of swords echoing in the sky. Within the range of the celestial phenomenon created by Lu Ping's sword technique, whether it was a Dharmic Weapon, Dharmic Treasure, or a Dharmic Treasure, as long as it was a sword, it seemed to have the posture of a Great Swordsmanship Divine Ability under Lu Ping's sword technique. At this moment, no matter who it was, if they wanted to challenge Lu Ping, as long as their weapon was a flying sword, their strength would be weakened for no reason, unless their swordsmanship was also at the level of a Great Swordsmanship Divine Ability.
At this moment, there seemed to be infinite joy in Lu Ping's heart. Just as he displayed all the swordsmanship he had mastered, the Sea of All Rivers Technique was finally displayed by Lu Ping again. At this moment, Lu Ping finally crossed the hurdle in front of him. This time, it was a true Great Swordsmanship Divine Ability!
Although Lu Ping had long comprehended the realm of Great Swordsmanship Divine Ability, the Sea of All Rivers Technique was not created by Lu Ping after all. What he had comprehended was something that belonged to someone else. Although it was still powerful, it was not easy for him to fully unleash the power of this Great Swordsmanship Divine Ability. However, this time, Lu Ping finally grasped the opportunity to integrate everything he had comprehended about swordsmanship over the years into his own swordsmanship.
It turned out that this was the true meaning of the Sea of All Rivers Technique!
This was his own Great Swordsmanship Divine Ability!
This was the real Sea of All Rivers Technique!
At this moment, the commotion caused by Lu Ping was no longer limited to Zhenling Side Courtyard. Even the cultivators on Tianling Mountain were alarmed. In the dark night sky, various rays of light appeared and rushed toward Sun Peak. Lu Ping could sense that many of the cultivators' auras were stronger than his own. Even when Lu Ping achieved his own Great Swordsmanship, a mysterious thought suddenly descended from the top of Tianling Mountain. After sweeping through Lu Ping, it mysteriously disappeared.
At this time, Lu Ping had already woken up from his comprehension of swordsmanship. As soon as he withdrew the Golden Scale Sword, the huge swordsmanship vortex in the sky suddenly disappeared. Dozens of flying swords and celestial artifacts fell from the sky, but they had all become scrap metal.
When Lu Ping looked at the entire platform, he saw that the entire seventh platform had been destroyed beyond recognition by his swordsmanship practice. However, when Lu Ping looked at the platform that was riddled with holes by the sword lights and Sword Qi, he smiled with satisfaction. This could be considered as a place of inheritance left by Lu Ping. In the future, if a cultivator who devoted himself to cultivating swordsmanship came here, he would be able to gain something from this platform that was riddled with holes.
Lu Ping glanced at the six Blood Refining Realm disciples behind him who had been persistently observing his swordsmanship. Then, he glanced at the void around him and suddenly burst into laughter. Then, his body collapsed and turned into a pool of water. There was no trace of Lu Ping on the platform.
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