The Three Rushing Thunder Swords shot up into the air like three beams of light, startling everyone who was fighting more than ten miles away. But soon, everyone in the battle group was able to distinguish between friend and foe. A beam of light flew up from the battle group and headed towards the Three Rushing Thunder Swords. It was Fan Yuqing, who was ranked second among the third disciples of the Taixuan Sect.
Lu Ping was currently heading to the side of the Three Rushing Thunder Swords. His plan was to attack from the side when the opponent came to intercept the three.
However, Fan Yuqing's arrival still surprised Lu Ping. Lu Ping was suspicious. Who were the two people who came later, and why had Fan Yuqing been sent to intercept the Three Rushing Thunder Swords? Could it be that the two people's strength was higher than Fan Yuqing's?
Lu Ping's divine consciousness infiltrated the battle group, but found that a sword light was trapped between two halos. No matter how the sword light flashed and moved, it could not break through the two halos.
Lu Ping was secretly shocked, and the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger. He had originally thought that the Taixuan Sect was going to bow down to Fan Yuqing, but the two people who surrounded Xiahou Wu Shang were obviously not from the Taixuan Sect. For a moment, Lu Ping even had the urge to give up on the Thunder Tribulation Water and retreat.
However, if he retreated at this time, it would be like sending the Three Rushing Thunder Swords into the tiger's mouth. He had seen the Three Rushing Thunder Swords fight with Fan Yuqing. Although the Three Rushing Thunder Swords were considered good among the Core Forging adepts, and the three of them could fight against early Dharma adepts, but compared to Fan Yuqing, who was at the top of the early Dharma adepts, there was still a considerable gap.
Xiahou Wu Shang's originally cold face was now covered with frost. He had never thought that the always arrogant Fan Yuqing would actually set up a trap to join forces with others to surround and kill him.
However, after seeing the identity of the two adepts who appeared to surround and attack him, Xiahou Wu Shang felt a little flattered.
Wuxing School's Qin Wuliang, Jiuxuan Tower's Zhu Jiuluan.
The direct disciples of the two Holy Lands had joined forces to besiege him, and Fan Yuqing had become a foil. Xiahou Wushang felt that he would have no regrets even if he died with such a tyrannical lineup against him.
As a result, Xiahou Wushang became more and more courageous as he fought. Under the siege of three people, he had long since given up the illusion of breaking out of the encirclement. He wanted to unleash his full strength.
Moving forward bravely and facing death without retreating — this was Xiahou Wushang's understanding of a sword cultivator.
However, this thought was shaken by the sudden appearance of the Three Rushing Thunder Swords.
Although Xiahou Wushang was devoted to cultivation and rarely involved himself in the sect's affairs, it didn't mean that he didn't know some of the sect's secrets.
Many hot-blooded cultivators in the sect were dissatisfied with Seven Fan Laozu's order to give up the Heavenly Profound Sect's territory in the plain cultivation world. Many cultivators had secretly colluded to kill the envoys from the five Holy Lands who were participating in the Pure Yang Assembly in order to force the sect to retract its order. The Three Rushing Thunder Swords, Third Senior Brother, and the others were all active participants in this plan.
Now that the Three Rushing Thunder Swords had suddenly appeared, Xiahou Wushang suddenly realized that this was the place where Third Senior Brother and the others had ambushed the envoys from Wuxing School. But why had Fan Yuqing lured him here?
Looking at Qin Wuliang, who had joined forces with Zhu Jiuluan to trap him, Xiahou Wushang immediately felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to his head.
If Third Senior Brother and the Three Swords had come to ambush Qin Wuliang, why had Qin Wuliang appeared before they had ambushed him? Moreover, why had he surrounded him with Zhu Jiuluan? Could it be that Third Senior Brother and the others had already known about their plan? Otherwise, why would Zhu Jiuluan appear here?
For a moment, Xiahou Wushang's mind was filled with disorderly questions. All kinds of worries came one after another, and the Wushang Sword in his hand inevitably slowed a little.
Showing such a flaw at such a critical moment of life and death was simply courting death. Even though it had only been for a moment, Xiahou Wushang knew that he was probably going to be miserable this time.
However, this fleeting flaw did not seem to be noticed by the two geniuses from the Holy Lands. The two were still focused on consolidating the halo that had trapped him, as if they were deepening their tacit understanding with each other.
Xiahou Wushang naturally knew that at their current level, it was impossible for the two to turn a blind eye to the flaw just now. So, did the two deliberately let him go?
Xiahou Wushang's heart sank, and an inexplicable idea jumped out of his mind: fishing!
They were fishing, waiting for more Heavenly Mystery Sect cultivators to appear, or it could be said that they had long known that more and more Heavenly Mystery Sect cultivators would appear.
Xiahou Wushang knew that this was not impossible, because at least now that the Three Rushing Thunder Swords had appeared, it was possible that Third Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother would soon follow.
Could it be that the other party wanted to catch all the elites of the Heavenly Mystery Sect's third generation disciples in one fell swoop? Where did they get such courage from?
However, the early appearance of Qin Wuliang from Wuxing School and the unexpected appearance of Zhu Jiuluan from Nine Profound Tower seemed to indicate that things were not as simple as he had imagined. If these two could appear, it was possible that the envoys from the other three Holy Lands were hiding nearby.
Xiahou Wushang opened his mouth, wanting to tell the Three Rushing Thunder Swords to leave, but Qin Wuliang and Zhu Jiuluan seemed to have already predicted that he would do this. Qin Wuliang muttered something, and the jade hairpin on Zhu Jiuluan's head shone brightly.
Xiahou Wushang's divine consciousness immediately sensed that two divine consciousnesses, whose cultivations were far above his own, were spreading along the halo of light that had surrounded him. Not only did they imprison his voice, but they also firmly blocked his divine consciousness within the halo.
It was only then that Xiahou Wushang realized that although the two people in front of him had similar cultivations as him, their strength was slightly higher. No wonder the two of them had asked Fan Yuqing to block the Three Rushing Thunder Swords. It turned out that in their eyes, Fan Yuqing was the weakest link in their encirclement.
Xiahou Wushang smiled bitterly. In the eyes of these Holy Lands' direct disciples, the weakest link was actually an existence that was on par with them.
Xiahou Wushang could also sense that Qin Wuliang and Zhu Jiuluan's strength should be similar to that of Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother. However, their status in Wuxing School and Nine Profound Tower was far less than that of Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother in the Heavenly Mystery Sect.
This was the true Holy Lands. The Heavenly Mystery Sect had maintained its legacy for nearly 20,000 years. Many Heavenly Mystery Sect disciples, including Xiahou Wushang, were confident that they were not much weaker than these direct disciples of the Holy Lands. Now it seemed that he and the others were just frogs at the bottom of a well.
It was no wonder that Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother, who had condensed a ninth-grade Golden Core and advanced to the Dharma Manifestation stage, still trained hard day and night. There was no other reason but because they truly understood the gap between themselves and the true top direct disciples of the Holy Lands.
Just as Xiahou Wushang's morale was getting lower and lower, the battle between the Three Rushing Thunder Swords and Fan Yuqing finally stirred again.
Although Lu Ping's divine consciousness had already sensed that Xiahou Wushang, who was trapped in the halo, seemed to be saying something urgently, Lu Ping had no way of knowing what he was saying. He weighed it over and over again and finally made his move.
A milky white light appeared in the void and suddenly exploded when it shot in front of Fan Yuqing. Fan Yuqing, who was trying to dodge, was caught off guard. He immediately felt a strange force invading his body in an instant, cutting off the connection between his essential core and his blood. His whole body was left with nothing but stiffness.
Although this feeling was resolved in an instant by the counterattack of the essential core in Fan Yuqing's body, Fan Yuqing knew that he had lost the upper hand. Moreover, the Three Rushing Thunder Swords that he had previously suppressed to the point of not having the slightest ability to fight back had also taken this opportunity to escape his control, giving him a chance to breathe.
The familiar flying sword, the familiar sword momentum, the Taixuan Thorn in Fan Yuqing's hand turned into 36. In a series of clanging sounds, the Flying Whirlwind Kill that Faintly Autumn Waters had displayed had been blocked by Fan Yuqing.
However, after all, Fan Yuqing had made a hasty move. Although he had used his Dharma Manifestation cultivation to block Lu Ping's attack, he had already lost the upper hand. The unease in his heart intensified. His opponent's methods would certainly not be limited to just this.
Lu Ping did not think that he would be able to hit a person like Fan Yuqing with one blow. Although the Flying Whirlwind Kill was not the most powerful great magic that Lu Ping had mastered, it was Lu Ping's fastest and sharpest swordsmanship. Unfortunately, it still could not be used.
Fan Yuqing's Taixuan Thorn exploded, turning into dozens of flying thorns that stabbed towards Lu Ping like a swarm of bees.
Lu Ping's figure changed, one into two, two into four. As his figure flew, a series of Lu Ping's figures were left behind.
The flying thorns were like tarsal bones. Each flying thorn could annihilate a figure, but after the figure was destroyed, it only turned into a splash of water. Even when Lu Ping, who was running at the front, was pierced by the Taixuan Thorn, it still turned into a splash of water.
Fan Yuqing cursed under his breath. He stretched out his hand to open a door in the void and was about to enter when he saw Lu Ping's figure suddenly appear in the air not far in front of him. A turbulent river suddenly appeared in front of him, rolling towards Fan Yuqing.
Within a short distance, the river meandered and twisted, almost vividly displaying the river's growth from a small trickle at birth to a vast expanse before it entered the sea.
Fan Yuqing could naturally sense the unparalleled sword intent contained in this seemingly long river. He could even feel his heart palpitate from this river. He did not doubt that when he entered the space door, this river of sword Qi would follow closely behind and shatter the space door he opened, completely annihilating him in the endless void. Moreover, the person in front of him was only at the ninth stage of the Core Forging Realm.
At this critical moment, Fan Yuqing once again squeezed the Taixuan Thorn in his hand. A total of 49 long thorns pierced towards the roaring river. It was as if they had pierced into the various acupuncture points of a long dragon's body. In an instant, the entire river of sword Qi lost its vitality.
Lu Ping sighed inwardly. It wasn't that his [Great River Flows East] was inferior to his opponent's. It was just that his current cultivation base couldn't fully unleash the profundities of the [Great River Flows East].
However, Lu Ping's meticulously planned series of attacks were not limited to just this!
Just as Fan Yuqing was dealing with Lu Ping's series of attacks, he saw that Lu Ping had no choice but to retract the river of sword Qi and retreat towards the Three Rushing Thunder Swords. Fan Yuqing had just breathed a sigh of relief when a purple sword light suddenly appeared behind him.
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