No matter how fast his sword was, there would always be a short period of time for him to attack. But Lu Qingshan's three swords had all been unleashed at the same time.
In that instant, the three swords had all been unleashed at the same time.
The power of Lu Qingshan's sword was already stronger than his, but Lu Qingshan's sword speed was much slower than his, which was why he had the upper hand.
This was also the reason why he said that Lu Qingshan's sword was too slow.
It was not a taunt, but a pity.
It was a pity that Lu Qingshan's powerful sword move was so slow.
But now, the two extremes were reversed.
He could block one of Lu Qingshan's swords, but he could not block three of Lu Qingshan's swords.
What made him feel even more suffocated was that the grey peach blossom sword in Lu Qingshan's hand flashed with a withered yellow light.
The colour was the same as a fallen leaf.
And the moment the light flashed, he suddenly felt that the spirituality of the Wu Xie sword in his hand had disappeared, like a wooden sword, a strong sense of disharmony came over him.
[Withering]: The technique of withering all things. Any sword of lower quality will lose all spirituality under this technique for five breaths.
The quality of Yu Ci Bei's Wu Xie sword was not higher than the peach blossom sword, so he could use the Withering technique.
Dang!
A huge force passed through the Wu Xie sword to Yu Ci Bei's hand, causing his hands to go numb and his blood to boil.
It was not over yet, Lu Qingshan's sword easily extinguished all the green flames on the Wu Xie sword, causing it to be pushed to the side. Following the momentum, he slashed towards Yu Ci Bei's chest.
A misty green light appeared on Yu Ci Bei's body, protecting him.
"Lu Qingshan wins!" The Water Moon Observatory Master announced the result.
Lu Qingshan looked at Yu Ci Bei who had his head lowered and seemed to have lost his soul. He smiled and asked softly: "My sword, is it still slow?"
Yu Ci Bei suddenly raised his head, "That technique just now, was it a secret technique?"
Lu Qingshan nodded slightly. "Yes."
"Very fast, your sword is very fast, and you are also very strong. Losing to you who has mastered a Secret Sword, I accept it wholeheartedly," Yu Ci Bei's dazed eyes had already disappeared, and once again glowed with the sharp light of a sword. He said with determination and relief, "But, a temporary victory does not mean anything. Next time, I will definitely defeat you."
Yu Ci Bei slowly walked down the stage.
The pursuit of swordsmen was to press forward courageously.
However, this kind of indomitable Dao heart did not mean that one would not be able to recover from a single setback. After a failure, one would think of a way to do better the next time. This was a true sword cultivator.
Yu Ci Bei already had the heart of a sword cultivator.
"You didn't beat me this time, so it's even more impossible for you to beat me in the future …" Looking at Yu Ci Bei's back, Lu Qingshan muttered.
Yu Ci Bei, who was originally leaving the arena, paused for a moment, as if he had heard something. Then, he continued walking and left the arena.
.....
When Lu Qingshan walked down the stage again, he had already attracted the attention of countless spectating cultivators.
Lu Qingshan had obtained the final victory. This result was not unexpected.
After all, both Lu Qingshan and Yu Ci Bei were very strong, so it was not strange for either of them to win.
However, the process of this battle was simply unbelievable.
"Lu Qingshan actually defeated Yu Ci Bei in an external sword competition?"
"Who would have thought that the strongest external sword cultivator in this Seven Zones Debate was not Yu Ci Bei, but Lu Qingshan?!"
"Both external and external, 18 years old, and a late Golden Elixir cultivation. How did he cultivate it? Is there really someone who is born with knowledge in the Way of the Sword?" Some sword cultivators were jealous and envious. "Or, is this Lu Qingshan the reincarnation of a Sword Immortal?"
As sword cultivators, they understood how difficult it was to cultivate an external sword sword technique and an internal sword flying sword.
It was precisely because they understood that they could not understand how Lu Qingshan could achieve this.
"Zhuan Zhu, this kid … is really incredible." The old man next to Supreme Venerable Zhuan Zhu took a deep breath and could not help but sigh.
Supreme Venerable Zhuan Zhu slowly withdrew his gaze from Lu Qingshan and nodded in agreement. "I didn't expect this kid to still have the energy to cultivate a secret sword technique when he has already cultivated his flying sword to the level of Sword Explosion Thunderous Sound!"
"Moreover," Supreme Venerable Zhuan Zhu's eyes narrowed, "I have a feeling that this is not his limit …"
"What?" The old man's eyes widened and he laughed. "He's already mastered both internal and external. If this is not his limit, then how terrifying is his limit …"
On the side of the seven Dao Sect cultivators, in the face of such a result, the higher-ups of the Dao Sect were silent for a while.
After a long time, Xuankong Saint Master sighed faintly and said softly, "That is … the embryonic form of the True Meaning of Origin."
Grand Sovereign Arcanum let out a heavy sigh. He naturally saw this as well.
The mysterious power that increased the power of the Slaughter Sword Intent came from the True Meaning of Origin.
Lu Qingshan's mastery of the True Meaning of Origin was still very weak and far inferior to Bai Guandao's True Meaning of Space.
However, one should not forget that Lu Qingshan was only 18 years old.
At 18 years old, he had mastered both internal and external martial arts. He was at the late stage of the Golden Elixir, had the Unity realm Slaughter Sword Intent, and had even comprehended the embryonic form of the True Meaning of Origin.
He was still too young and had too much time and an almost limitless future.
With Lu Qingshan's talent, as he grew, the seven cultivators present already had an answer as to how far he could grow.
Even if it was difficult for Lu Qingshan to win, in the eyes of the higher-ups of the Dao Sect, the greatest treasure of this Seven Regions Dao Discussion was already locked on to this young sword cultivator.
.....
When Lu Qingshan ended his battle, there were still two battles on the field that had not ended.
One was between White Bone Daoist and Mo Yan in arena number six.
The other was between Cao Xiaoxin and Shi Bi in arena number three.
White Bone Daoist and Mo Yan's battle had reached its climax.
Both of them were Dao Cultivators.
White Bone Daoist's inheritance was complete, and his Art system was complete. Regardless of whether it was Escape Art, Defensive Art, or Offensive Art, they were all extremely powerful.
Although Mo Yan's talent was outstanding, he was still unorthodox. In terms of Art system, he was still lacking compared to White Bone Daoist.
However, although White Bone Daoist had the upper hand in the battle, he was still unable to secure victory.
That was because the memory of Mo Yan's Heavenly Fire Fusion was still fresh in his mind. He was wary and had been holding back some of his strength to guard against Mo Yan's sudden outburst.
As for Cao Xiaoxin's battle, the reason why it had dragged on until now was simple.
His opponent, Shi Bi, was a cultivator who cultivated both Dao and Body. Moreover, Shi Bi's physical defense was already extremely shocking. The Art that Shi Bi cultivated was an earth-type Art that was famous for its defensive power. With the combination of the two, he could be said to be an impenetrable wall.
Under such circumstances, even if Cao Xiaoxin's offensive techniques were shocking, he still felt like he could not chew through Shi Bi's tortoise-like shell.
What was even more ridiculous was that Shi Bi's strategy was to only defend and not resist at all.
His goal was simple. Either you attack me head-on and break my defense, and I'll leave if I lose, or you'll be tortured to death.
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