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Chapter 465: Qingchen Sword Dao
"There are thousands of ways to practice Taoism!"

True Lord Qingchen made a sword gesture, and the green spirit sword in his hand turned into green silk threads all over the sky, emitting thousands of sharp sword intents, with the momentum of destroying everything, slashing towards Qin Ming like a rain of swords!

Swish swish!
The green sword thread was so sharp that it seemed to cut the entire nearby space into pieces, and it was about to reach Qin Ming.

Countless sword threads were woven into a giant green net, which covered Qin Ming's retreat routes in all directions.

Let him have no escape!

When the Yuanying-stage monsters who were watching saw this scene, they all changed color.

“I didn’t expect that True Lord Qingfeng’s Qingchen Sword Scripture has been refined to such a terrifying degree. Not only can it turn the sword into silk, but it can also form the Qingchen Sword Formation in the end to capture everything.”

"Old ghost Qingchen is actually serious about this. He used his most powerful magical power as soon as he made a move. I guess he wants to use Fellow Daoist Qin to establish his authority."

"The Qingchen Sword Art of the Ancient Sword Sect is indeed worthy of its reputation!"

"Alas! Fellow Daoist Qin is probably not sure that he can take on this magical power, right?"

"That's right. If old ghost Qingchen can improve his cultivation, he might even be able to comprehend the legendary 'Sword Realm'. By then, none of us old guys, except for Fellow Daoist Zhiyang, will be his opponent."

As they were talking, a green sword net appeared in an instant!

However, facing such a fierce magical attack, Qin Ming did not move at all.

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, thinking that Qin Ming was about to be defeated.

But just as the huge green sword net was about to fall on him.

boom!
A layer of mindless and formless shield appeared, protecting Qin Ming entirely.

When the green sword threads in the sky fell three inches in front of Qin Ming, it was as if it had hit an insurmountable chasm.

No more progress.

Just like strands of black hair, they broke and scattered one after another.

Seeing such a strange scene.

Not only the onlookers, but even Qingfeng Zhenjun who was opposite Qin Ming had a changed expression and was confused about the situation.

"how can that be possible?!"

"My full-strength attack was easily neutralized by this kid?"

Master Zhiyang narrowed his eyes, and was extremely surprised: "The divine consciousness transformed into a form, and it can actually resist the sword's magical power. The strength of this person's divine consciousness is unprecedentedly strong. Just with this move, it's no wonder that the Bloody Demon Lord died unjustly."

Qin Ming blocked Qingfeng Zhenjun's first move with ease, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

However, the next moment.

Qin Ming's inky black eyes suddenly opened, and a huge divine power spread out silently.
True Lord Qingfeng was suddenly startled, only to see that Qin Ming on the opposite side had disappeared.

He immediately used the sword technique again, and countless green sword threads in the air gathered and turned into a green transparent lightsaber, filled with a penetrating force, and slashed towards a space behind the right.

The second move is used.

The surrounding space became distorted, and almost all the essence of Qingfeng Zhenjun's swordsmanship was exhausted.

It seems as if everything will be turned into abyss and the dust will be destroyed, which is exactly what the name "Qingchen Sword Sutra" means.

puff!

I saw a green lightsaber flash and disappear into the void, followed by a disheveled figure staggering and falling from the air.

The people outside the venue were startled, and when they saw clearly that it was Qin Ming, they couldn't help but sigh with regret.

"Ah! Master Qingfeng's swordsmanship is truly terrifying, and his skills are one level higher!"

"Fellow Daoist, stop it. Qin surrenders!" Qin Ming spat out blood and covered his chest with his hands, looking as if he was seriously injured. His chest was pierced by the sword energy.

The wound, as big as a bowl, was bleeding profusely.

However, Master Qingfeng's eyes gradually turned cold. After severely injuring Qin Ming with one blow, he did not care about the other party's surrender at all. He actually used the sword formula again and slashed at Qin Ming with the sword!
"Daoyou Qingfeng, you must not do this!" Master Zhiyang was shocked and wanted to stop it but it was too late.

Swish!
boom!
Qin Ming in mid-air was hit by a sword and smashed heavily into the square below.

The entire circular plaza cracked in an instant, splashing up countless smoke and dust, and Qin Ming's life or death was unknown.

True Lord Qingfeng stretched out his hand and called back the green magic sword. He stood with the sword in his hand, his robe fluttering, like a sword god on earth!
He gestured with great power and did not even look at Qin Ming on the ground. Instead, he turned around and said to Master Zhiyang who was in charge of presiding over the fight, "Alliance Master, you can announce the winner."

Master Zhiyang had his back to him, and then he came to his senses. He then turned to Master Qingfeng and smiled strangely:

"Oh? Really? Fellow Daoist Qingfeng?"

Master Qingfeng felt something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Suddenly!
His pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw that the 'Master Zhiyang' in front of him turned into Qin Ming's face, smiling evilly at him.

Not only that, when True Lord Qingfeng looked back, he was shocked to find that the faces of the cultivators watching around him had all turned into Qin Ming's appearance, and were staring at him intently.

Suddenly he felt a creepy feeling.

"So it's an illusion! Humph!"

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Immediately, True Lord Qingfeng took out a purple round bead, injected magic power into it, and pointed it towards the sky!
The purple jewel shone brightly, instantly sweeping away all the illusions around it.

In a corner, Qin Ming's true form appeared.

He immediately took advantage of the victory and slashed with his sword, cutting the opponent into two pieces.
"Hahaha! How dare you show off your mere tricks?"

"I still win. Hahaha!"

……

...and in the real circular plaza.

The onlookers all had strange looks on their faces, looking at the fighting arena in amazement.

On the contrary, those old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage all had expressions of horror on their faces.

It’s not because Qin Ming was killed.

Instead, when the fight started, they only saw True Lord Qingfeng roaring and raging, sometimes angry, and sometimes laughing wildly toward the sky.
It's like he's gone mad.
But Qin Ming on the opposite side never moved at all from beginning to end, let alone got injured.

Just by hearing Qingfeng Zhenjun's words like "I won", he knew that he had fallen into Qin Ming's illusion from the moment he entered the arena.

Now he seemed to have fallen into the dream cleverly created by Qin Ming, and he could not control himself and could not wake up.

Under this condition, Qin Ming only needed to use a little trick to take his life in an instant, and even his Nascent Soul would not be able to escape.

The laymen watched the excitement, while the experts watched the details. All the Yuanying Zhenjun present couldn't help but break out in cold sweats.

They never expected that this harmless young monk in front of them would give them a completely new view of him.
To make a Nascent Soul cultivator of the same level fall into such a deep illusion, one must have a soul power several times greater than that of the other one.

It can be imagined that Master Wangyue's attainments in soul magic are far beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist Qin's magic of illusion is amazing. Please retract it, otherwise Fellow Daoist Qingfeng may not wake up." Master Zhiyang was also secretly surprised.

He could see that this trick was probably just the tip of the iceberg of Qin Ming's abilities.

"I'm afraid this boy's spiritual power is comparable to mine, or even higher."

'Sure enough, there is a reason why he is so accomplished in alchemy.'

Originally, he wanted to let Qingfeng Zhenjun try something out, but he didn't expect that Qingfeng Zhenjun would be tricked without even realizing it.
A green light flashed across Qin Ming's eyes, and he immediately put away his magical power of "The Secret of the Netherworld".

In an instant.

True Lord Qingfeng, who was behaving strangely in the center of the field, was suddenly startled and woke up from the illusion.

His face was pale and his expression was uncertain. The original arrogance that was unique to sword cultivators was gone.

He was sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of the water. When he looked into Qin Ming's eyes again, they were filled with fear.

If Qin Ming had the intention to kill, he would have been a dead body.
True Lord Qingfeng hesitated for a few moments, then bowed to Qin Ming and said, "Fellow Daoist Qin, your magical powers are amazing. I admit defeat."

Then, after he finished speaking, he turned into a purple rainbow and left the square.

The three disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect were left at a loss.

After all, he had behaved so ugly just now that he had lost all his face.

In an instant.

Deafening cheers rang out from outside the circular plaza, almost drowning out the entire Longyuan Island.

Afterwards, on Longyuan Island.

Inside an exquisite and quiet cave villa.

Liu Yu handed the Golden Palace page to Qin Ming with a very respectful attitude: "Thank you, Senior Master Wangyue, for helping me out. Please accept this Golden Palace page."

He also witnessed the battle between Nascent Souls today, but it was completely different from what he had imagined.

There is no gorgeous display of magical powers.

There is no power to move mountains and fill the sea.

There was no earth-shattering battle between Nascent Souls.

Without even seeing how the senior in front of him made his move, the Grand Elder of the Ancient Sword Sect on the opposite side admitted defeat.
Perhaps, this is the duel between Yuanying masters.

Anyway, it is not something that they, the Jindan stage cultivators, can understand at the moment.

"Well, this thing is useful to me, so I'll accept it."

"But I won't take advantage of you juniors. Here is the Huiyang True Water you wanted. Take it."

Qin Ming put away the pages of the Golden Palace, then took out a emerald jade bottle and gave it to Liu Yu.

Mr. and Mrs. Liu Yu had not originally expected to get anything more. As long as the matter could be settled peacefully, it would be the best outcome.

But I didn't expect that Senior Wangyue Zhenjun would be so magnanimous.

Very different from those Yuanying Zhenjuns with weird tempers.

"Thank you for your generous gift, senior!" Liu Yu couldn't hide his inner excitement on his elegant face.

Qin Ming waved his hand casually and said calmly: "It's okay, it's just a deal."

He got the page of the book and was about to leave to take it back for study.

Liu Yu struggled for a few seconds, then stepped forward courageously and bowed to Qin Ming, saying:

"I hope you will forgive me, Senior! Actually, I have two more pages of this Golden Palace book here."

"Huh?" Qin Ming stopped immediately and frowned when he heard that.

Subsequently.

Liu Yu signaled to his beautiful wife to quickly go into the cave and take out the other two pages of the Golden Que book.

Then, he presented it respectfully to Qin Ming.

After Qin Ming took the page, he checked it and confirmed that it was made of the same material as the previous one, but the content was completely different.

(End of this chapter)