Under the gaze of tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, Lu Qingshan's gaze fell on the last person left in this competition.
Central Spirit Region, 'Ghost Gate Gu' Zhu Cong.
Since it was the last one, Lu Qingshan, who wanted to end the battle quickly, said, "Let's go straight to it."
In fact, he was not very interested in the competition from the beginning to the end.
In the battle, not only could he not gain experience points, but he also had to pay experience points to Forget Chuan as a usage fee. It was a real loss.
However, he had to participate in this competition, even though no one had asked him to do so.
Because he had a sense of belonging to the Sword Sect.
Since he enjoyed the treatment of the Sword Sect, he had the obligation to bear the corresponding responsibility when the sect needed it.
It was a matter of course.
He had to protect the glory of the Sword Sect.
In fact, no one had ever explicitly asked Lu Qingshan for this.
But this was why the Sword Sect was called the Sword Sect. It would use a way to nourish things silently, allowing you to naturally and actively shoulder the burden.
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Facing Lu Qingshan's challenge, Zhu Cong frowned slightly. It was impossible to say that he was not afraid of Lu Qingshan, who had won 52 battles in a row and had almost defeated all the cultivators on the Yellow Board.
But no matter how afraid he was, he would not choose to avoid the battle.
Under many complicated gazes, Zhu Cong took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Lu Qingshan.
Which region the Snail Daoist Rite would end up in would be decided by the outcome of this battle.
However, all the cultivators who had not just arrived at the scene knew that there was no other possibility other than Snail Dojo falling in the Eastern Region.
Lu Qingshan's strength had long surpassed the level of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
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"The last battle will be in the Grassland Region. All of you, get ready," King Qingmei announced.
The Grassland Region was a very familiar small world, but for Lu Qingshan, who had won 52 battles in a row, he was actually familiar with all the small worlds of the Mountain Sea Pillar.
With a flash of light on the Mountain Sea Pillar, the two figures appeared in the small world.
This time, the two landed very close to each other.
In front of the screen wall, some cultivators who were dispirited managed to raise their spirits and watch the last battle.
As usual, Lu Qingshan released three flying swords. They turned into three colorful rainbows and shot toward Zhu Cong.
This was his tried and tested method, and it was also the reason why the cultivators watching the battle were dispirited — no matter how awesome a flying sword was, one would eventually get tired after watching it for a long time.
Zhu Cong snorted, his eyes cold.
He could allow himself to be defeated, but he would never allow Lu Qingshan to eliminate him like a small fry.
The flying sword pierced through Zhu Cong's body.
To everyone's surprise, Zhu Cong's body flashed strangely the moment the flying sword pierced through his body. It was as if he had turned into a shadow and then quickly solidified.
Upon closer inspection, there were no wounds on his body.
He was completely unharmed.
Ghost gate Gu!
This was Zhu Cong's vital Gu. Its biggest feature was its ability to transform his physical body between illusion and reality at will.
When he was in the illusion state, he was immune to most physical damage.
And the flying sword damage of a swordsman was naturally physical damage. Therefore, Lu Qingshan's attack was ignored by him.
Of course, this also had a huge flaw.
In the illusory state, his ability to withstand spells would be weakened to the extreme.
This required him to be flexible in using his ability to switch between illusion and reality. He would receive physical damage in the illusion state and receive spells in the real state. Only then would he be invincible.
After using the Ghost gate Gu to dodge Lu Qingshan's flying sword, Zhu Cong quickly patted his spirit beast pouch. A group of strange Gu worms about three to four inches long with black heads and black wings appeared.
These Gu worms gathered together like a dark cloud.
These were Black Wasps. They were highly venomous and had tough armor on their bodies. Their mouthparts glinted coldly and had the ability to break through a cultivator's defensive spells.
One Black Wasp wasn't scary, but Zhu Cong had hundreds of them. This was not to be underestimated.
In the cultivation world, it wasn't uncommon for cultivators to have pet beasts.
However, beast cultivators who relied on their pet beasts as their main fighting style differed from other cultivators. Their pet beasts were stronger and more systematic. They could even coordinate with the spells they cultivated.
Zhu Cong formed a seal with his right hand, and a ball of blood-red light landed on the Black Wasp he had summoned. Within the blood-red light, the Black Wasp's body swelled and became even more ferocious.
He waved his hand, and in the next moment, the swarm of Black Wasps blotted out the sky and flew towards Lu Qingshan.
This was one of Zhu Cong's methods to deal with Sword Cultivators. It could only be used against Sword Cultivators because if he dared to summon these wasps, the latter would burn him to ashes.
However, Sword Cultivators were different. Sword cultivators were strong in individual attacks but lacked in group attacks. This was the law of nature and also its limitation.
There were hundreds of wasps but only three flying swords. How could he cut through all of them?
Lu Qingshan remained calm. With his experience, how could he not understand the flaws of Sword Cultivators? Even though he couldn't completely overcome them, it wasn't a problem for him to make up for them.
Under the control of his soul, over a thousand strands of Sword Qi immediately swam out of his body, shooting towards those Black Wasps with whooshing sounds.
When Zhu Cong saw this, he sneered inwardly. He was naturally aware of Lu Qingshan's Myriad Sword Technique. After all, this was a group attack technique that Lu Qingshan had displayed on the surface.
However, his Black Wasps were originally meant to deal with Sword Cultivators. Moreover, they had been nurtured through the Spirit Huan Sect's unique methods, so their carapaces were incomparably tough.
Coupled with the Blood Qi Technique he had just used, Zhu Cong was confident that Lu Qingshan's Sword Qi wouldn't be able to harm his precious Black Wasps!
On the other side, Lu Qingshan was similarly confident.
When he first entered Sword Sect, Xia Daoyun had taught him the complete version of Myriad Sword Technique.
The biggest difference between the complete version and the simplified version was that the complete version of Myriad Sword Technique could fuse sword intent into the sword qi to increase its power.
This matter, however, was not known by others.
This time, he had fused some nirvana true meaning into the sword qi.
Thus, under Zhu Cong's shocked and speechless gaze, the sword qi increased in power and easily pierced through the Black Wasps' hard carapaces, causing them to explode into a cloud of blood mist.
This scene was like fireworks, hundreds of clouds of blood mist exploded in the air. At the same time, Zhu Cong's heart was also blasted apart.
It wasn't easy to nurture this group of Black Wasps. He had to tame them, feed them spirit herbs, and train them frequently. He had spent a lot of time and effort, but it was all gone in an instant?
Zhu Cong's heart was bleeding.
Lu Qingshan's gaze flickered. He already had a countermeasure against Zhu Cong's ghost gate Gu.
Dragon Sparrow flew back to his hand, and with the help of River of Forgetfulness, he used Formless Sword Escape to close the distance between them in an instant, catching Zhu Cong off guard.
With a flash of sword light, Lu Qingshan took advantage of the momentum and slashed at Zhu Cong's head. The sharp sword qi seemed to brush past his scalp.
Zhu Cong's heart jumped, and he was about to turn into an illusion to dodge this attack.
At this moment, he felt as if his brain had been pricked by a needle. A sharp pain suddenly came, causing his vision to turn black. He did not even have the time to change his physical form before he fell into some kind of illusion and was unable to extricate himself. He temporarily lost his consciousness.
Heart sword: Sword of Embryonic Light!
Lu Qingshan's sword was even more ferocious and invincible. While Zhu Cong was attacked by the heart sword and did not have time to use the ghost gate Gu, the sword broke through his defensive magic artifact and pierced through his protective spirit light, before finally slashing mercilessly at his head.
An unstoppable force appeared at the right time, stopping Lu Qingshan's movement.
Green Brow Monarch made his move.
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In front of Mountain Sea Pillar, Zhu Cong's expression was ugly, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Lu Qingshan also had a contemplative look on his face.
He was considering a very serious problem.
Zhu Cong, as the number one Nascent Soul cultivator sent by the Central Spirit Region, how could he be so weak?
His methods were indeed strange, but they were only strange, and definitely not stronger than Yan Fei.
In his previous life, why did the Central Spiritual Region win the dojo competition? Why?
Lu Qingshan was puzzled.
Very soon, he figured out the reason behind it.
In the end, it was because of the butterfly effect.
If he didn't appear, the Seven Regions Dao Discussion wouldn't even have started, and the competition would have been delayed.
And according to Yan Fei, this was his last battle in the Nascent Soul realm.
So by then, Yan Fei should have already become a Void Refinement cultivator, and wouldn't be qualified to participate in this competition.
If Yan Fei wasn't here, and Lu Qingshan wasn't here, then Zhu Cong, who was ranked fifth, would be third on the Yellow Board?
If Ji Chuan wasn't here, then Zhu Cong would be second on the Yellow Board?
Thinking about it this way, everything became clear and reasonable …
"The final winner of this competition is the East Region."
As the clear voice of King Qing Mei spread throughout the venue, the competition came to an end, and the location of the Snail Dojo was finally settled.
The spectating cultivators from the East Region suddenly burst into cheers.
This turn of events was too exciting.
Not long ago, they were still filled with righteous indignation and absent-minded, thinking that they were the most miserable party.
Who would have thought that after Lu Qingshan entered, only half a day later, the situation would be reversed?
This process of losing something and then suddenly regaining it made their pleasure even more intense.
"The next time the Yellow Board is updated, this Lu Qingshan should be the new number one on the Yellow Board …"
"Of course, who else can be number one besides him?"
"Today, Jian Jue, starting from the second on the Yellow Board, defeated almost all the cultivators on the Yellow Board. His invincible battle record in the Nascent Soul realm will definitely spread throughout the world, and we are the witnesses!" Someone in the crowd murmured.
This gave them a sense of participation as if they were witnessing history.
They couldn't become a legend, but they were witnessing a legend!
Some were happy, while others were sad. The spectating cultivators from the other six regions all had lonely expressions, unable to speak of their bitterness.
The cultivators of the Yellow Board who were participating in this competition were even more confused.
In the past, when their martial uncles from the same generation as Xia Daoyun mentioned her name, their expressions were complicated.
At this moment, they finally experienced what kind of feeling it was …
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Lu Qingshan returned to the Sword Sect cultivators.
As he walked, all kinds of respectful gazes were cast at him.
Xi Xiang nodded slightly towards him, and every Sword Sect disciple consciously called him senior brother.
Fifty-three battles, fifty-three victories, without any exaggeration. No matter how young Lu Qingshan was, they were still convinced.
They were willing to call him senior brother!
Sword cultivators were just this straightforward. If you were skilled in the sword, then there was no need to say anything else.
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