The cultivator chosen by Lu Qingshan was called Fang Zhang Daoist.
His name was what he was feeling right now.
He was really panicking!
Among the ten cultivators in the Middle Heaven Region, his strength was considered to be below average. He was not a match for Lu Qingshan to begin with. What was even more unfortunate was that he was a spirit cultivator.
It was said that spell cultivators were afraid of sword cultivators. How good could a spirit cultivator be?
Flying swords were a long-range attack, fast attack, and powerful attack. They had always been a great deterrent to Daoist cultivators.
Moreover, the sword cultivator he was facing was the Sword Absolute.
However, no matter how flustered he was, Fang Zhang had no reason to be afraid. It was not a life and death battle, what was there to be afraid of?
Besides, it was a good opportunity for him to see the methods of a top sword cultivator. The next time he met a sword cultivator in a life and death battle, wouldn't he have more experience in dealing with them?
There were not many opportunities to fight with a top sword cultivator. Because sword cultivators fought until the end, it was usually either one of them died or the other lived.
In that case, he had profited from this battle!
With that thought in mind, Fang Zhang Daoist actually brought along a gust of wind with him as he walked.
He walked valiantly to the Mountain Sea Pillar and bowed to the Green Brow King. Then, he looked at Lu Qingshan cautiously.
Although Lu Qingshan appeared very calm, Fang Zhang Daoist could still vaguely sense a hint of indifference in his eyes.
Seeing this, not only was Fang Zhang Daoist not angry, he was even a little happy in his heart.
'Perhaps this is my chance of winning?'
Since ancient times, not many people who had underestimated their enemy ended up well.
.....
With a flash of spiritual light, the two of them were enveloped by the Mountain Sea Pillar into the small world.
The seventeenth battle began.
This time, the small world was the Tempest World.
The characteristic of this world was the continuous torrential rain.
The pouring rain would affect the cultivator's vision and cover up many sounds.
The moment Fang Zhang Daoist entered the small world, he realized that he was in mid-air. The first thing he did was to use his escape technique and dive toward the ground.
Why?
As a Spirit Cultivator, if he foolishly flew in the sky when facing a Sword Cultivator, wouldn't he just be a target?
His second action was to retreat to the edge of the Tempest World.
He was the weaker party in this battle, so he naturally had to put on a weak front.
Take the initiative to find Lu Qingshan's location? It didn't exist.
He hurriedly found a place to hide, and then set up many barriers in advance, waiting for Lu Qingshan to find him.
In the last battle, Lu Qingshan's strategy was already very clear. He wanted to seize the center point and then spread out to the surroundings.
Therefore, if he wanted to delay Lu Qingshan for as long as possible, the best way to do it was to take the initiative to retreat to the edge of the Little Realm.
Of course, although the Little World was big, that was only relative to the requirements of battle. In reality, it wasn't that big.
The reason was simple.
If the area of the small world was too large, some cultivators would know that they were no match for them and would take advantage of the geographical advantage to play hide-and-seek. Wouldn't the battle turn into a farce?
Such an obvious loophole in the rules naturally wouldn't exist.
Fang Zhang Daoist's idea could be said to be one of the best choices under such a great disparity in strength.
Fang Zhang Daoist, who was very active, quickly acted once he made up his mind.
…
In front of the screen wall, the spectating cultivators were dumbfounded.
The Yellow Board cultivators who participated in the competition didn't know whether to laugh or cry, because they could roughly guess Fang Zhang Daoist's thoughts.
As for Marquis Nanming, he even had the thought of covering his face and couldn't bear to watch anymore.
Because today's Fang Zhang Daoist wasn't just a little unlucky.
He chose to flee in the direction of the edge …
It happened to be the direction where Lu Qingshan rushed to the center point!
In the eyes of the spectating cultivators who could see the whole situation with the help of the screen wall, the visual effect was that Fang Zhang Daoist and Lu Qingshan seemed to have reached a tacit understanding and rushed toward each other.
A Spirit Cultivator and a Sword Cultivator playing against each other?
What a brave Spirit Cultivator, love, love.
…
In the Little Realm.
Lu Qingshan's speed was very fast, and he rushed to the center of the Storm World.
Different from Fang Zhang Daoist, he didn't fly close to the ground, but swaggered in the air.
It was easy to become a target at a high place, but there were disadvantages and advantages. The advantage of being at a high place was that the view was broad.
For Lu Qingshan who needed to take the initiative to find an opponent, this was a better choice.
After flying for less than ten breaths, Lu Qingshan suddenly caught a glimpse of a small black figure on the ground in the distance from the corner of his eyes. It was like a mouse, and its speed was very fast. It was rushing toward him.
What the hell?
Lu Qingshan almost didn't have time to think, and it was completely an instinctive muscle reaction, and the flying sword had already shot out.
The moment the Dragon Sparrow was released by Lu Qingshan, there was immediately a hot flame springing up, evaporating the continuous rain into water vapor.
The visual effect was that a red light flashed between heaven and earth, and behind the red light, there was an extremely long visible air belt, like the small tail of a comet.
Chi Chi Chi!
Fang Zhang Daoist, who was still flying close to the ground, only reacted half a breath after Lu Qingshan released the flying sword.
He was curious about the origin of the chi chi sound he heard, so he subconsciously looked up.
That blazing red, proud in the curtain of rain, filled his eyes.
That was the sword light driven by a terrifying flying sword that was infinitely close to the realm of sword fire.
But in the eyes of Fang Zhang Daoist, it didn't look like a flying sword, but more like a meteorite falling from the sky.
It was just a breath, a breath that Fang Zhang Daoist couldn't let go of for many years.
Under the witness of tens of thousands of cultivators, Fang Zhang Daoist, the Yellow Board cultivator, had already disappeared without a trace and appeared outside the Storm World before he even saw Lu Qingshan.
On the other side, the person who released the flying sword, Lu Qingshan, also didn't have time to react. He found that the small realm darkened, and with a flash of spiritual light, he and the Dragon Sparrow were already in front of the Mountain Sea Pillar.
"The seventeenth battle, the Eastern Region wins." The voice of the Green Brow Monarch sounded.
"How did I lose?" Fang Zhang Daoist was puzzled.
"How did I win?" Lu Qingshan was at a loss.
In front of the Mountain Sea Pillar, the two people involved looked at each other, and similar doubts flashed in their eyes.
After a moment, Lu Qingshan was the first to react, and he was somewhat speechless. "The black shadow I saw on the ground just now was this person opposite me?"
Fang Zhang Daoist gradually understood that the red light he saw just now should be Lu Qingshan's flying sword …
This was the shortest battle so far in the Dojo Competition.
The interval between the two people entering and leaving the small realm was no more than ten breaths.
What was even more ridiculous was that the two people in the battle had clearly determined the winner, but they didn't even see each other's full appearance.
Lu Qingshan at least saw a shadow in the storm, but Daoist Fang Zhang's eyes were completely in the dark, and he was defeated without knowing what happened.
…
Daoist Fang Zhang, who had been defeated, retreated dejectedly.
Lu Qingshan, who had only used one sword and barely used up much spirit power, directly took out a Spirit Congealing Pill from his storage ring this time and silently began to recover his Divine Sense.
Seeing this scene, the cultivators of the five regions, who were still laughing, suddenly looked at Fang Zhang Daoist with strange gazes.
I wanted to count on you to wear down Lu Qingshan's state, but in the end, you were so disappointing. Not only did you not use up his spirit power, but you also gave him four hours to recover for nothing?
Even the cultivators of the Middle Heaven Region looked at Fang Zhang Daoist with resentment.
This time, no matter how determined Fang Zhang Daoist was, he couldn't help but feel wronged under the resentful gazes of the cultivators on the same side.
I'm already so unlucky, and you're still blaming me?
Do you think I want to?
Am I human?
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