However, the shattering of the sword was not the end. Leng Qingqiu's extremely strong force continued to attack Lu Xuan without holding back. At this moment, Lu Xuan did not have a sword in his hand and was unable to defend at all. If he were to take this wave of damage, even if he did not die, he would be seriously injured!
At this critical moment, Lu Xuan poured all of his spirit energy into the already shattered Shattered Ice Sword and shouted angrily: "Explode!"
Under the onslaught of Lu Xuan's power, the Shattered Ice Sword could no longer hold on and instantly shattered into countless pieces. The shattered pieces carried an extremely strong force and immediately counterattacked Leng Qingqiu.
If Leng Qingqiu still wanted to deal with Lu Xuan, then she would definitely be cut into countless wounds by the Shattered Ice Sword's fragments.
Facing Lu Xuan's method of exchanging injury for injury, Leng Qingqiu finally gave in. She originally wanted to deal with Lu Xuan, but she had no choice but to withdraw her attack and use it to defend against the attack of these fragments.
Lu Xuan took this opportunity to quickly pull away from Leng Qingqiu and avoided this attack. However, no matter what, Lu Xuan was at a great disadvantage this time because the sword in his hand had been completely shattered by Leng Qingqiu.
To a swordsman, the sword in their hand was their second life. Even more so, a swordsman pursued the principle that as long as the sword existed, the sword would exist, and as long as the sword died, the sword would die. The man could die, but the sword could not be destroyed!
Although Lu Xuan did not advocate the view that as long as the sword existed, the blow brought to him by the destruction of his sword was still extremely heavy. Moreover, the Shattered Ice Sword had a very important meaning to him. It was named after Zhao Binger, and Lu Xuan was determined to use it as his goal.
Unfortunately, before the Shattered Ice Sword could shatter, it had already shattered. Lu Xuan looked down at the Shattered Ice Sword in his hand, which only had a hilt left. He was speechless, but his slightly trembling wrist revealed the restlessness in his heart. There was anger, bitterness, unwillingness, or perhaps all of them.
The spectating disciples were also silent at this moment. Lu Xuan had used the Shattered Ice Sword right from the start of the battle. It could be seen that this sword was definitely Lu Xuan's personal sword. But now, it had been mercilessly destroyed by Leng Qingqiu. This was definitely a considerable blow to him. Everyone was a martial artist, so they naturally understood the importance of a personal weapon. No one said anything bad about it.
At this moment, Leng Qingqiu composed herself and looked at Lu Xuan. Although this attack did not succeed in heavily injuring Lu Xuan, and did not even bring any harm to Lu Xuan, to be able to destroy Lu Xuan's personal sword, Leng Qingqiu felt quite happy, even more so than severely injuring Lu Xuan. To deal with a person, torturing his spirit was definitely more satisfying than torturing his body.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't think that I would accidentally destroy Junior Brother Lu's personal sword. This is my mistake, I will compensate Junior Brother Lu with a new weapon later." Leng Qingqiu said with a smile: "I heard that Junior Brother Lu's sword is called the Shattered Ice Sword? This is not a good name, and now it really is broken. "
Lu Xuan did not speak and put the Shattered Ice Sword's remaining hilt into his storage ring, then looked at Leng Qingqiu and said in a deep voice: "No need, although the sword is gone, I am still here."
"Oh? Then does Junior Brother Lu mean that this sparring match should continue? " Leng Qingqiu said with slight surprise. He had thought that Lu Xuan would admit defeat, but he did not expect that in the face of such a disadvantage, Lu Xuan would still continue to fight.
The strength that Leng Qingqiu had displayed now was completely above Lu Xuan's. Although Lu Xuan had a lot of dazzling performances, this did not mean that Lu Xuan had a chance to defeat him. Not to mention that his personal sword had already been destroyed by Leng Qingqiu, so what if he changed to another sword? It would still be the same result.
"Isn't Lu Xuan's personality a little too stubborn? What's the point of this kind of meaningless struggle? It's just another humiliation. "
"That's right, Lu Xuan's current state of mind has already been affected, and Senior Brother Leng's aura is flourishing. Lu Xuan's chances of winning are even slimmer."
"Maybe he's just unwilling and wants to fight with his life on the line. Just wait and see, Senior Brother Leng will teach him how to be a person."
This time, there was really no disciple who was optimistic about Lu Xuan. Leng Qingqiu's Blood Drop Sword Art was really too strong. It could instantly destroy a high-grade human-step treasure. If it hit a person's body, it was enough to kill them seven or eight times.
In the face of Leng Qingqiu's question and the doubts of the disciples, Lu Xuan did not answer. He just silently took off the bag on his back, and then opened it layer by layer.
This action of Lu Xuan immediately aroused everyone's curiosity. Could it be that there was a sword in the bag that Lu Xuan had been carrying on his back? From the shape of the bag, it seemed so.
Zhao Bing`er's heart slightly trembled. She knew that this time, Lu Xuan was probably really angry. Among so many people present, only she knew what kind of weapon Lu Xuan's bag contained. It was once the Ice Phoenix's sword, nourished by the Ice Phoenix's countless blood essence. It was a spirit weapon that was several grades higher than a treasure weapon, the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword!
Even though the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword was now damaged, its material would not change. In essence, it was still a powerful spirit weapon. With Leng Qingqiu's strength, even if he tossed it around, there would not be the slightest bit of damage. This was because the existence of a spirit weapon had completely exceeded the understanding of Leng Qingqiu and the others.
Soon, as Lu Xuan opened the last layer of the bag, the true appearance of the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes!
From the outside, the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword looked ordinary and even a little ancient. Moreover, the mottled cracks on its surface destroyed the countless divine runes engraved on the blade.
"It's really a sword. Could it be that Lu Xuan wants to use this sword to deal with Senior Leng?"
"Could it be that this is Lu Xuan's true sword? I seem to remember that he always carries such a bag on his back."
"Isn't this a little ridiculous? Look at this sword. It looks like it has long been damaged. It can't even compare to the weapon that Lu Xuan used before. With Senior Leng's strength, I'm afraid that he can easily destroy it again with one strike. "
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Regardless of what everyone thought, Lu Xuan still picked up the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword in the end. As he held the slightly ice-cold sword hilt, Lu Xuan instantly felt a sense of intimacy, as if this sword was originally a part of his body. Although Lu Xuan had used it very few times, he didn't feel the slightest bit of awkwardness.
Ever since he obtained the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword, Lu Xuan had listened to Bing Ling's suggestion and carried it with him at all times. No matter what, he would always carry it on his back. Martial artists paid particular attention to nurturing weapons with their spirit. This would allow the martial artist to be compatible with their weapon to the greatest extent. Back when he was at Wind Sword School, Mo Qiuchen had always carried his heavy spear on his back, and never placed it in his storage ring.
The Ice Phoenix used her own Essence Blood to nurture the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword, making it her Natal Weapon. Lu Xuan didn't have such a method, so he could only use the stupidest method. However, the effect was outstanding. Although he couldn't make the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword connect with his mind, he could at least use it as if it was his own arm.
As he probed into the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword, Lu Xuan could sense a trace of abnormality. He knew that it was Bing Ling, who had fallen into a deep sleep. In the battle between Wind Sword School and Nine Star Sword School, Bing Ling had fought for Lu Xuan in order to protect him. Bing Ling had single-handedly defeated the entire Nine Star Sword School and two Ninth Tier Spirit Refinement Realm martial artists from the Extreme Monarch Sect. However, because of the excessive consumption of soul power, Bing Ling had fallen into a deep sleep. Without Lu Xuan's help, Bing Ling didn't know how many years it would take for Bing Ling to wake up again.
Thinking of Bing Ling, Lu Xuan's somewhat dispirited will became strong again. In this world, it was impossible to always rely on others for help. Bing Ling could help him once, but how many times could she help him?
Now that Bing Ling was in a deep sleep, he had to face all the difficulties alone. He shouldered the mission of inheriting the Ice Phoenix's undying will. He shouldered the heavy responsibility of rescuing Bing Ling and repairing the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword. How could he fail here!
Lu Xuan suddenly waved the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword in his hand. His previous dispirited momentum was swept away. He looked at Leng Qingqiu with a burning gaze and said, "Let's fight!"
Feeling the sudden change in Lu Xuan's aura, Leng Qingqiu's heart shivered for no reason. His gaze fell on the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword in Lu Xuan's hand, and he slowly said, "Junior Apprentice Brother Lu, are you sure you want to use this sword to exchange pointers with me? If another sword is destroyed, I can't afford it. "
"You talk too much nonsense!" Lu Xuan said coldly, "If you have any skills, feel free to use them, Senior Apprentice Brother Leng. If I lose, I can only blame myself for being inferior."
Lu Xuan's uncharacteristic strength made everyone a little confused. However, this did not hinder their interest from rising. Could it be that Lu Xuan really had some trump card to deal with Leng Qingqiu? An intense battle between evenly matched opponents was always more exciting than a one-sided battle without suspense.
"Senior Apprentice Brother Lu, I believe in you. You will definitely win!" Shi Hao shouted loudly. His eyes were full of trust. There were so many people here, but he was the only one who dared to openly support Lu Xuan.
Shi Potian hurriedly pulled Shi Hao, indicating that he should keep a low profile. Although he was a member of Su Chuanan's faction, he did not want to offend Nangong Shuo too much. However, Shi Hao did not care in the slightest. He still raised his fist towards Lu Xuan, encouraging Lu Xuan. Lu Xuan's performance still completely conquered Shi Hao, especially this unwillingness to admit defeat and fighting to the end style, it made Shi Hao feel extremely close.
Lu Xuan turned his head and smiled towards Shi Hao, giving him a resolute look. Among so many disciples, there was actually someone who thought highly of him. Then he must not disappoint them!
Leng Qingqiu was a bit angry. Lu Xuan actually dared to say that he talked too much nonsense. He was truly arrogant. Someone who even had his sword destroyed, what qualifications did he have to shout at him?
At that moment, Leng Qingqiu coldly snorted and said, "Then as you wish."
This time, both sides were already angry. They were going to fight for real!
Leng Qingqiu slowly raised the sword in his hand, and endless essence energy began to condense around his body. A pressure that made people unable to breathe suddenly spread out!
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