Shengui Changsheng: Start from Zhenwuwei and add some points to cultivate immortality

"The Vajra Subduing Demon Sword..." Fu Shaoping's eyes flickered slightly. Buddhist sword cultivators emphasize subduing demons and eliminating evil spirits. Their sword techniques are fierce and powerful, containing the true essence of Buddhism, and are most effective in suppressing evil spirits and demonic energy. His Sunset Sword Dao is righteous and peaceful, so there is no such thing as suppression. However, Huiming's unwavering defense and unparalleled fierce attacks will surely make this a tough battle.

Xiao Lie grinned and said, "Junior Brother Fu, this big monk is not easy to deal with. He's very thick-skinned. My fire almost couldn't even burn him. Don't let yourself be caught off guard!"

Fu Shaoping did not respond, but simply adjusted himself to be in top form.

Soon, it was his and Huiming's turn to go on stage.

The two stepped into the "Number Three, Class B" sword-fighting area. Huiming still had that solemn and dignified appearance, holding a seemingly ancient monk's knife (in Vajra Temple, knives are also used as swords), with a faint Buddhist light emanating from his body, and his aura was as solid as a mountain.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Fu, please." Huiming raised one palm, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable sense of power.

"Senior Brother Huiming, please." Fu Shaoping returned the greeting with a cupped hand.

After the ceremony, Huiming's eyes suddenly sharpened, like the wrath of a Vajra! He took a step forward, and the entire sword-fighting area seemed to tremble. The monk's knife in his hand shone with a dazzling golden Buddhist light, and he slashed down without any fancy moves!

"With fierce eyes, I slay demons and subdue monsters!"

Before the blade even arrived, a vast, powerful, and unparalleled will descended, as if to sweep away all evil in the world and suppress all who dared to defy it! The weight of the blade's momentum far surpassed the Xuanbing sword energy of Leng Ning Shuang!
Faced with this extremely powerful and fierce strike, Fu Shaoping did not choose to use skill to overcome brute force, nor did he immediately unleash the annihilating intent of the Jingji Sword. He wanted to personally experience just how strong this Buddhist Vajra power truly was!
"The rising sun shines—reaching for the sky!"

With a clear shout, the Flowing Fire Sword was drawn for the first time! Chaotic radiance condensed on the sword, no longer as ethereal and desolate as before, but transformed into a majestic force like the rising sun supporting the sky, carrying endless vitality and hope, directly facing the golden blade light!
This is him bringing the "sky-supporting" aspect of the Dawn Sword Intent to its fullest potential!

"clang--!!!"

The swords clashed, producing a deafening roar! Like a great bell, the sound echoed across the land!

The golden Buddha light and the chaotic glow clashed and annihilated each other, bursting out with dazzling light and violent shockwaves, causing the surrounding array light shield to ripple violently!

Fu Shaoping felt an unparalleled force emanating from the sword, which made his arm go numb and his blood surge, causing him to involuntarily take a half step back! Huiming, on the other hand, only swayed slightly before remaining as steady as a mountain!
Such immense power! Such fierce and powerful Buddhist sword energy!

Fu Shaoping was secretly shocked. Huiming's foundation was so solid and his strength so fierce that it was truly rare!

"Brother Fu, your swordsmanship is superb! Take another strike from this humble monk!" Huiming's fighting spirit intensified, and he swung his monk's knife again. The blade light transformed into a golden ocean, like the Buddha's wrath, unleashing world-destroying lightning to completely engulf Fu Shaoping!

"Thousands of flowing clouds—unload!"

Fu Shaoping's sword stance suddenly changed, transforming from extreme hardness to extreme flexibility! The Flowing Fire Sword transformed into countless dense and continuous cloud-like threads, wrapping around the raging golden sea of ​​blades. It was not a direct block, but rather a skillful guidance, deflection, and deflection of force!
Chi Chi Chi!
The golden blade light slashed into the clouds, but seemed to sink into a quagmire. Its power was broken down layer by layer and guided in all directions, making it difficult to concentrate its attack on Fu Shaoping's main body!

Huiming frowned slightly. He could feel his sword strikes hitting empty air, his strength nowhere to be used. The opponent's Flowing Cloud Sword Intent was truly slippery and extremely difficult to deal with!
He took a deep breath, and the Buddhist light around him intensified, with the faint phantom of a Vajra appearing behind him!
"Vajra form, impervious to all magic! Break!"

He no longer pursued variations in sword techniques, but instead concentrated all his power into a single strike. The ring blade, carrying the will to shatter all laws and crush everything, slowly pressed down on Fu Shaoping like a collapsing pillar of heaven! This strike, though not fast, sealed off all space for evasion, forcing him to take the hit head-on!

This is the ultimate clash of forces, leaving no room for trickery!

Fu Shaoping's eyes turned serious; he knew he could no longer dodge. The chaotic sword essence within his body surged at an unprecedented speed, and the three realms of dawn, flowing clouds, and setting sun evolved wildly in his sea of ​​consciousness!
The Blazing Fire Sword emitted a resounding sword cry, and three layers of sword intent began to forcefully merge on its blade! The grandeur of the morning glow served as its foundation, the ever-changing flow of clouds as its guide, and the annihilation of the setting sun as its edge!
"The rosy clouds break—three waves!"

It was still a triple wave, but this time, thanks to the experience of confronting Huiming head-on and a deeper understanding of his own swordsmanship, the fusion of these three sword intents was more perfect, and the power was far greater than before!

The first wave, like the rising sun, crashes against the mighty Vajra blade!
The second wave, the flowing clouds dissipate the force, and the Buddha's light and power are dispersed!

The third wave, the setting sun startled the silence, pointed directly at the core of power!

Three distinct yet perfectly integrated waves of sword light surged higher and higher, carrying an unparalleled power to crush reincarnation and annihilate all laws, and crashed violently into the crushing Vajra Dharma Image and the Monk's Blade!

“Rumble——!!!”

An even more terrifying roar erupted! The entire arena seemed to shake! The golden Buddhist light and the chaotic glow were like two destructive tides, colliding, squeezing, and exploding wildly!
The light was so bright it was blinding, and an energy storm swept across the entire area!

A stalemate! An unprecedented stalemate!
Huiming's forehead veins bulged as he pushed his Vajra power to its limit! Fu Shaoping's face also paled slightly as he circulated his Chaos Sword Essence and Triple Sword Intent to their peak!
Finally, under the erosion of the icy, cyclical intent of the third wave of the setting sun sword wave, an extremely fine crack appeared on the solid Vajra Dharma image! Huiming's invulnerable Buddha light also showed a slight stagnation!
It's now!

A fierce glint flashed in Fu Shaoping's eyes. The hidden, silent sword intent, like a lurking poisonous dragon, suddenly invaded the core of Huiming's Vajra Sword Domain along that crack!
"Nirvana!"

An inner force capable of ending everything and freezing all life erupted!

Huiming trembled violently, feeling as if his Buddhist essence, blood and qi, and even his soul and thoughts were about to be frozen and extinguished! His flawless Vajra heart had actually shown a slight flaw!
Although he immediately calmed his mind with supreme Buddhist teachings and dispelled the sense of annihilation, in a battle between masters, this momentary flaw was enough!

Fu Shaoping's Flowing Fire Sword, like a malignant sore, struck Huiming's hilt of his monk's knife during that moment of hesitation!
"Ding!"

A clear, crisp sound rang out.

Huiming was struck as if by lightning. He groaned and staggered backward. The light of the monk's knife in his hand dimmed instantly, and the Buddhist light around him fluctuated.

He steadied himself, looked at the monk's robe torn by the sword energy on his chest, then glanced at the calm-looking Fu Shaoping, a bitter smile appearing on his face, and clasped his hands together:

“Amitabha, Benefactor Fu’s swordsmanship is profound, this humble monk… has lost.”

Outside the arena, another uproar erupted!
Even the strongest and most powerful warrior, Jingang Temple Huiming, was defeated by Fu Shaoping's sword! Moreover, he still couldn't force out Fu Shaoping's mysterious natal flying sword!

Fu Shaoping sheathed his sword and returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Senior Brother Huiming, you flatter me. The Vajra Subduing Demon Sword lives up to its name. I have benefited greatly from it."

His words came from the bottom of his heart. His battle with Huiming gave him new insights into the use of power and the balance between strength and gentleness.

He won both of his matches, and both of his victories were against renowned top geniuses!

Fu Shaoping's name rose like a comet, truly attracting the attention of all the sword debaters, and even the sect elders on the high platform! His gaze once again fell on the sword monument.

Who will be the next opponent? Ling Juexiao? Xiao Lie? Or the mysterious Wuhen?

No matter who his opponent is, his sword is always ready.

At the pinnacle of the heavens, he was determined to win! Having defeated powerful enemies one after another, Fu Shaoping had become the most dazzling dark horse of this year's Heavenly Dome Sword Tournament. As he stepped out of the tournament area, he could clearly feel the gazes cast from all directions, which had changed from initial scrutiny and curiosity to deep apprehension and solemnity.

Xiao Lie leaned closer, his playful expression gone, replaced by a fierce fighting spirit: "Good heavens! You even broke through that bald monk Huiming's indestructible body! Fu Shaoping, I'm truly impressed now! It seems we're destined for a battle on the dueling platform!"

Fu Shaoping looked at him and said calmly, "I have also been looking forward to Senior Brother Xiao's Blazing Sword Domain for a long time."

Their eyes met in mid-air, as if a tangible spark of electricity flashed between them.

At this moment, the sword monument lit up again, and the matchups for the third round, which was also the key battle for the top eight to the top four, were revealed!
Fu Shaoping glanced at the scene, his pupils contracting slightly.

His opponent was—a rogue cultivator, Wuhen!

That mysterious swordsman, skilled in assassination, who once successfully assassinated a Core Formation cultivator!

“Wuhen…” Xiao Lie also saw the confrontation and frowned. “This guy is elusive and his swordsmanship is cunning and ruthless, specializing in attacking vital points. Junior Brother Fu, you have to be careful, lest you be caught off guard and capsize.”

Fu Shaoping nodded, his expression becoming more serious. It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. Fighting an opponent like Wuhen is unlike any other battle he's faced before.

He closed his eyes, carefully recalling the few pieces of information about Wuhen in the jade slip, as well as his previous observations of Wuhen's fighting style—fast, cunning, and ruthless, like a venomous snake in the shadows, which would flee thousands of miles away if it missed its target.

We must be extremely vigilant.

Soon, it was their turn to take the stage.

Upon entering the "Type A No. 1" sword-fighting area, Fu Shaoping immediately raised his divine sense to its limit. The Chaotic Sword Domain silently unfolded, covering a three-zhang radius around him. The radiant light flowed, taking in every subtle fluctuation.

However, Wuhen did not immediately reveal himself and launch an attack as he had in the previous matches.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Wuhen seemed to have vanished completely, leaving no trace of his presence. Only the vague commotion outside the array's protective barrier made the area seem even quieter, as if a pin drop could be heard.

This kind of unknown waiting is the most agonizing. Those who are not resolute will probably reveal their weaknesses first.

But Fu Shaoping remained calm and undisturbed, unfazed even if the sky were to fall. He stood with his sword in hand, his mind clear and focused, the sword intent of the setting sun circulating endlessly, patiently waiting.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

suddenly!

From the shadows to his left rear, a faint sword light, almost blending into the darkness, silently pierced his vital heart like a viper's tongue! The speed was extreme, the angle incredibly tricky!
coming!

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Fu Shaoping instinctively used the Flowing Cloud Step, his body moving like a willow leaf swaying in a breeze, shifting half a foot to the right in the blink of an eye!
"laugh!"

The dark sword light grazed past his ribs, bringing a chill, and even tore a tiny gash in his protective sword energy!

What a sharp sword! What unpredictable footwork!

The sword light missed its target, but it didn't linger. It instantly merged back into the shadows and disappeared.

Fu Shaoping's eyes turned slightly cold; the other party was indeed difficult to deal with. He tried to lock onto the opponent with his divine sense, but found that the other party was like a slippery eel, with an unpredictable aura that was difficult to catch.

“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”

Two more sword lights shot out from the shadows above and below, one aimed straight for the crown of the head, the other for the ankle! Perfectly coordinated, sealing off both ends!
Fu Shaoping wielded his Flowing Fire Sword, unleashing the sword intent of Dawn, like the rising sun, its brilliant light deflecting both sneak attacks! But the opponent struck and fled, disappearing once more.

Next, the attacks from Wuhen were like ghosts, constantly attacking from all directions and from all sorts of incredible angles! The sword light sometimes condensed like needles, specifically to break through the body's defenses; sometimes it dispersed like rain, covering the entire body; and it was also mixed with mind-altering illusions and mental shocks!

He was like a patient hunter, constantly probing, wearing down, and searching for Fu Shaoping's weaknesses in various ways.

Fu Shaoping combined the Flowing Clouds Sword Intent with the Morning Glow Sword Intent, creating an impenetrable defense. However, he could sense that his opponent's sword contained a cold, corrosive power that was constantly eroding his sword essence and protective glow. If this continued, it would inevitably be detrimental.

We can't keep playing a passive defensive game!
His mind raced, and he suddenly created an opening. When parrying a sword light that came from the side, he deliberately made the protective glow on his right shoulder pause slightly.

It's now!

A dark sword light, condensed to its extreme, shot out from that "weak point" like a venomous snake that had been waiting for a long time, aiming straight for his right shoulder well acupoint! This sword strike was far faster and more powerful than the previous one!
However, just as the sword light touched his body, a flash of chaotic light appeared in Fu Shaoping's eyes!
"You're the one I've been waiting for!"

The chaotic glow on his right shoulder did not dissipate, but instantly condensed and reversed! At the same time, the silent sword intent that had been hidden for so long erupted like a dormant volcano!
"The Realm of Setting Sun - Annihilation and Reincarnation!"

Centered on him, within a radius of ten feet, time and space seemed to freeze instantly! The dark sword light that was rushing towards him was like being stuck in an invisible quagmire, its speed suddenly decreased, and the cold aura on the sword was frantically eroded and disintegrated by a deeper and more absolute sense of icy desolation!
A blurry black shadow was forced to appear behind the sword light—it was Wuhen! For the first time, a look of horror appeared on his face; he clearly hadn't expected Fu Shaoping to have such a strange and powerful control over the sword domain!

He tried to get away, but found himself as if bound by countless cold chains, his movements becoming incredibly slow!
"ended."

Fu Shaoping's voice was like the pronouncement of death. The Flowing Fire Sword transformed into a chaotic, startling streak, striking Wuhen's brow before it could even react! At the sword's tip, the shrunken, frost-covered phantom of a blood-red setting sun radiated an aura of absolute doom! (End of Chapter)