I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 441 Unconventional Moves (Part 2)

As soon as Liu Tao stepped down, Luo Qingsi rushed over and took out her own healing pills to feed Liu Tao.

Jiang Yi was isolated outside the venue and unable to help Liu Taozhi with her treatment.

"Junior Sister Yaoyao, does it hurt? I have some candy, do you want some?"

Liu Taozhi smiled and shook her head, indicating that her injury was nothing serious. Jing Qisha had already gone on stage, and Liu Taozhi gestured for Luo Qingsi to go as well.

Luo Qingsi blinked blankly, looking at Jiang Yi and then at Jing Qisha on the stage.

"My turn? Okay, I'll go then."

Luo Qingsi showed no signs of nervousness. Holding her sword, she hopped and skipped onto the performance platform.

Jing Qisha's single eye flashed with a cold light, and his body emanated a chilling gray-black death aura. He slightly raised his broken sword.

Discussions arose in front of the light screen in the thirteen cities of Kunwu.

"It's over, it's over! This girl is going to face Jing Qisha? The Soul-Slaying Sword Intent is specifically designed to destroy the soul, she's probably going to be beaten into an idiot!"

"Although the lightning techniques of their Primordial Sword Sect are fierce, Jing Qisha never confronts them head-on, but uses all sorts of underhanded tricks that are impossible to defend against!"

"What's the panic! The Primordial Thunder, with its majestic heavenly might, shatters all evil! The mere Soul-Slaying Path can't even cause a ripple!"

The moment the light barrier settled on the performance stage, Jing Qisha attacked without waiting for anyone to announce their name.

Thick, sticky wisps of deathly resentment sprouted and spread from his body like living things. In a few breaths, the entire performance platform was shrouded in a suffocating gray mist. Countless twisted, tiny, and painful faces writhed and screamed silently within the mist, weaving together Jing Qisha's unique and sinister realm.

A hundred ghosts are crying in their nest!

Being in this realm not only causes confusion of the five senses, but also continuously damages the soul. Jing Qisha's Soul-Slaying Killing Move is amplified in this realm.

The domain is formed; a deadly trap is revealed!

Jing Qisha flicked his fingers in quick succession, and several almost transparent gray-black lines, silent yet faster than lightning, shot directly at several hidden acupoints on Luo Qingsi's body.

His attack was a deadly poison, without any attempt to test him. After all, the lightning techniques of the Primordial Sword Sect were indeed a counter to him, and even with the difference in cultivation level, it would be difficult for him to win.

However, just as he snapped his fingers and locked his mind onto his target...

Luo Qingsi has disappeared!

The entire audience was stunned and looked around.

The white figure was crouching in a corner at the edge of the light barrier of the performance platform, trying to pry out the crystal supporting the light barrier with the tip of her sword.

Jing Qisha: ? ? ?
Shi Han's lips twitched. "What is she picking at?"

Lei Wanting was stunned for a moment. He had heard that this junior sister who had just entered the sect was not very bright, but now it seemed that she really did have a problem!
In such a serious occasion, Jing Qisha was completely focused, as if facing a formidable enemy, while she didn't seem to care at all.

Is this something a normal person can do?

Liu Taozhi, who was recovering from her injuries nearby, also covered her face with her hands, not knowing what to say.

"court death!"

Jing Qi's killing aura condensed, and the death energy around his body surged and boiled like an overturned ink pool!

He stomped his feet hard, unleashing a thick, almost tangible gray-black sword aura that tore through the air, emitting a piercing, ghostly shriek as he charged straight at Luo Qingsi!
Before the sword energy even arrived, the chilling death aura that froze bone marrow and permeated the soul had already crushed down like a vengeful ghost.

Luo Qingsi felt a chill run down her spine, a coldness rushing straight to her head.

"Wow! So many funny faces!"

She cried out in alarm and took off running, her figure transforming into a zigzagging, refracting purple lightning bolt, darting haphazardly across the stage.

That movement technique wasn't some mysterious footwork at all; it was more like a child running around haphazardly to avoid being caught by an adult.

"Go away, you evil spirit! My flesh doesn't taste good!"

As she ran, she frantically shouted and wildly swung her sword behind her.

Jing Qisha, filled with rage, slashed his sword heavily into empty air, then looked in astonishment at Luo Qingsi, who was completely unaffected by the illusion.

Jiang Yi couldn't help but chuckle. When Luo Qingsi participated in the entrance trials of the three major sword sects, she was not affected in the second round, which showed that she was naturally resistant to illusion-type attacks.

In addition, Lei Jian is able to overcome evil spirits, and Luo Qingsi has always been blessed with good fortune despite her foolishness. She is protected by the heavens and her luck is much stronger than that of Luo Qingsi and Liu Taozhi.

In the arena, Luo Qingsi patted her chest, panting, "That was close... I was almost eaten by the evil spirit."

"A hundred! Ghosts! Cry!"

Jing Qisha's single eye was blood-red. He gripped his broken sword, which had been saturated with the souls of the dead, and held it upright in front of him. Death energy from his body poured into the sword like a burst dam.

The gray mist above the performance platform suddenly churned, and dozens or even hundreds of twisted, enormous, incorporeal black shadowy spirits, emanating endless resentment and soul-corroding fluctuations, instantly coalesced.

They shrieked and bared their fangs, swarming towards Luo Qingsi, while he himself hid among the ghosts, observing the situation and waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Jing Qi attacked right from the start, he's ruthless!"

The spectators were on the edge of their seats.
However, Luo Qingsi, who was at the center of the storm, was not affected at all by the ghostly wails that struck straight to the soul.

Instead, she widened her eyes and tilted her head, "Are you trying to play hide-and-seek with me?"

Just as dozens of vengeful spirits were about to completely engulf her, the thunder sword in her hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling purple light.

It's raining!

Fine, delicate purple electric threads, as soft and supple as spring rain, sprang up out of thin air and instantly filled an area of ​​dozens of feet around Luo Qingsi. Each 'raindrop' contained the sharp edge of lightning condensed to the extreme.

As soon as this thunderstorm domain formed from lightning appeared, the gray-black vengeful spirits that had rushed in with such ferocity were instantly reduced to shrill, ear-piercing crackling sounds, like snow being doused with boiling oil.

The gray-black death aura surrounding them was frantically torn apart and purified by the violent and pure Primordial True Lightning. The few vengeful spirits at the forefront didn't even have time to howl before they instantly disintegrated into black smoke.

Those behind them also became distorted and illusory, their movements visibly stiff, as if they had fallen into a deadly swamp of lightning and mud.

"What a beautiful spring rain that awakens the insects!"

Lei Wanting roared excitedly from the side, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. He was also a master of lightning-based sword techniques, and he was amazed by Luo Qingsi's exquisite control over lightning. He looked at this silly junior sister with even greater respect.

Jiang Yi's eyes lit up at this, because she saw the shadow of Hua Gu in Luo Qingsi's move. It must be that the three of them had cultivated together on Yunmiao Peak for the past ten years, learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and under the guidance of Zhu Xin, they learned this new move.

Shen Qingming exclaimed, "The foundation of the Soul-Slaying Sword Intent lies in the filth of the netherworld and the resentment of living beings; its essence is still the most yin and evil. This Spring Thunder Rain, as fine as a net, with lightning transforming into sword threads, forms an ever-renewing array, specifically designed to counter intangible filth. It is indeed excellent!"

On the preaching platform, the situation instantly reversed!
Luo Qingsi, who was being chased and leaped around by a hundred ghosts just a second ago, is now like a fish in water, jumping and flashing in her own thunderstorm.

The white-clad figure moved erratically, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing.

Just a moment ago, she was sticking her tongue out at the group of ghosts, saying, "Hehehe~ Can't catch them!"

In the next instant, he used the thunder and rain to teleport several feet away and curiously stabbed a vengeful spirit that seemed to be Jing Qisha in disguise with his sword.

"caught you!"

A burst of purple lightning flashed, and Jing Qisha was nearly stabbed in the buttocks. He quickly teleported and narrowly escaped the attack.

After several attempts, Jing Qisha's eyes widened in fury as he realized that none of his attempts to entice or subtly manipulate Luo Qingsi had any effect.

She doesn't follow any rules; her actions are completely unpredictable.

Like a child, it's all about playing.

On the contrary, he was always the one whose true identity was seen through by Luo Qingsi, and he almost got poked in the butt every time, which made him break out in a cold sweat several times.

The onlookers felt a little awkward, wondering why Luo Qingsi was so insistent on stabbing someone from behind... there!
"This is so much fun! Haha, it's so much fun!"

Luo Qingsi was having a blast, getting more and more excited as she played. Within the thunderstorm area, she could teleport at will, making her impossible to catch.

Jing Qisha was so angry she lost her temper, "You're so annoying!!"

There was no longer any reason in Jing Qisha's eyes, only the madness to destroy everything!

He burned his life essence, and the death aura around him instantly transformed into a raging blood flame. He unleashed a killing move that would lead to mutual destruction, wanting only to tear apart the person who had toyed with him.

A crimson flame shot into the sky, instantly igniting the remaining gray mist.

Jing Qisha poured all his power, including the destructive power generated by burning the soul, into the broken sword.

A funeral procession from the death row!

The sword emitted a hum that seemed to be straining under its own weight. A point of dark light, compressed to its limit, carrying a frenzied killing intent capable of annihilating all things, ignored all defenses and pierced straight into the back of Luo Qingsi, who was still bouncing around in the thunderstorm.

The speed, ruthlessness, and absolute power of this sword strike were so great that even Luo Qingsi's thunderous rain was repelled by the domineering and unparalleled Death Prison Sword Qi. The people outside the arena subconsciously clenched their fists, asking themselves if they were in the same position, they would have a nine-out-of-ten chance of dying if they were to directly confront this sword.

Lei Wanting's eyes narrowed, "This madman..."

The curiosity and amusement in Luo Qingsi's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a sudden focus.

Extremely subtle spatial ripples spread out behind her, and then, a sword shadow as thin as a steel needle, its entire body flowing with silvery-white spatial fluctuations, silently and precisely pierced out from that ripple.

This is the spirit sword 'Broken Ruins Needle' given to her by the Sword Lord of No Regrets!
It lay perfectly in the path of Jing Qisha's devastating sword strike.

The silver-white slender sword was violently bent by the immense impact of the Soul-Slaying Sword, emitting a tooth-grinding groan, and the space around the sword was folded due to the tremendous force of the impact.

However, the Shattered Ruins Needle, which contained the power of space, displayed incredible resilience, forcefully absorbing most of the impact of that sword that pierced through the boundary and penetrated the heart.

In that split second between life and death, a deafening thunderclap exploded in Luo Qingsi's hand, and the purple lightning patterns on her own natal thunder sword 'Thunder Robe Shatter' suddenly flashed!

Instead of taking the opportunity to dodge, she used the immense force she had generated from her spin to grip the sword with both hands and, in the most unpretentious yet most violent manner, slashed down at Jing Qisha.

boom!
The purple lightning dragon roared, like thunderbolts crashing down from the heavens onto the mortal realm.

This time, there was no delay.

A tremendous roar drowned out Jing Qisha's unwilling roar; the ground shattered, and lightning surged forth.

The raging purple arcs of electricity devoured Jing Qisha, who hastily raised his protective gray-black blood flames!
boom!
Jing Qisha was slammed away by the terrifying force of the thunder.

The blood flames dissipated, the hundred ghosts evaporated, and the Soul Slaughtering Realm vanished without a trace.

All that remained was a wrecked preaching platform and the lingering smell of burnt blood.

The whole place was dead silent!

Luo Qingsi still had her buttocks sticking out, maintaining the posture of chopping down with both hands with all her might.

Shi Han gasped sharply, "What kind of lightning is this? It's far too powerful!"

Lei Wanting puffed out his chest with a touch of pride, "This is the most orthodox power of my Primordial Sword Sect, the power of the Primordial True Thunder!"

Lei Wanting felt honored, but he couldn't help but frown, because the Primordial True Lightning was extremely difficult to cultivate. He hadn't even mastered a fraction of it yet. If he were to encounter the Primordial True Lightning, he would probably have to avoid its sharp edge.

Shen Qingming and Yunxiu watched Luo Qingsi quietly. After she stood still, she shook her arm, which was slightly numb from the shock, and murmured in confusion.

"Why are you so fragile? I haven't had enough of hide-and-seek yet! Get up, let's play a little longer!"

Yunxiu couldn't help but sigh, "Her combat instincts are completely natural. Besides the Thunder Sword, she can also use the Sky Sword. She can use spatial attacks to dismantle the sharpness of her deadly strikes, and then use unparalleled lightning power to collapse with immense force. Is she stupid or wise?"

Inside the main hall of the Qingwei Sword Sect.

Yuan Shu Xingjun finally felt triumphant, his face glowing with pride. "Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! To have mastered the Primordial True Thunder at such a young age and wield it with such ease, truly remarkable!"

Dao Yuan Xingjun narrowed his eyes in confusion, "Was her clumsy appearance before just an act?"

The others were also puzzled, completely unable to connect the extraordinary combat awareness of Luo Qingsi with the fool who had been squatting and picking at spirit stones just now.

Cangyi Xingjun looked at the light screen, his eyes deep, and slowly shook his head.

"It's not a pretense, it's a return to simplicity, and wisdom arises from extreme obsession."

The battle on the arena continues.

In the fourth match, Yunxiu of Lingxu Sword Sect faced off against Shen Qingming of Qingwei Sword Sect.

On the arena, Shen Qingming's plain white Daoist robe fluttered without wind. As the strongest Golden Core cultivator in the Qingwei Sword Sect, she immediately unleashed her signature move, "Snow Burial of Three Thousand Realms." The sword energy condensed into a blizzard, not only sealing off the space with its bone-chilling cold but also attempting to slow down Yunxiu's movements.

If we exclude Jiang Yi, Yun Xiu is currently ranked second among the Golden Core stage disciples of Lingxu Sword Sect. Moreover, she came from Xingyi Pavilion and was selected by Guiyi Sword Pavilion, and she is good at using her brain.

Yunxiu's Starry Sword Intent transformed the battle into a chessboard. Facing the onslaught of the ice storm, her figure moved erratically, her footwork subtly conforming to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, like placing a piece, precisely landing in the gaps and spaces of the swirling ice storm.

She was not in a hurry to launch a strong attack. Her sword strikes were like a tapestry, with each fine yet resilient strand of starlight sword energy acting like an invisible thread, constantly dividing and disrupting the icy torrents within the Blizzard Domain.

Shen Qingming's attacks were relentless, with layers of chilling energy advancing in an attempt to force Yunxiu into a desperate situation and freeze her completely.

However, Yunxiu, like a fish swimming in the deep sea, always manages to avoid the strongest ice blades by the slightest difference. The invisible chess moves laid out by Xingyi Sword Intent have quietly restrained the rhythm of Shen Qingming's Ice Soul Sword Intent.

Yunxiu saw through Shen Qingming's massive spiritual energy consumption in order to maintain the Snow Burial Three Thousand Realms technique, so she focused on dodging and maneuvering in the early stages.

After a cup of tea, although the ice storm showed no signs of abating, Shen Qingming's breathing had become slightly rapid.

At the moment when the icy fog was at its thickest, Yunxiu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if she had seen the final move of the entire game.

Yunxiu deliberately created an opening, and Shen Qingming seized the opportunity, the tip of her Ice Soul Sword carrying immense chill as it pierced straight at Yunxiu's face.

However, this was precisely the trap set by Yunxiu!

Shen Qingming realized something was wrong, but it was too late. Yunxiu broke through layers of obstacles and pointed her sword at Shen Qingming's throat.

The snow fell silently, and the outcome was decided.

In the fifth match, Shi Han of the Lingxu Sword Sect faced off against Lei Wanting of the Taichu Sword Sect.

Shi Han carried a massive black iron sword on his back. Beneath his bronze skin, his muscles were bulging, and his steps were as steady as a mountain.

Lei Wanting's purple robe was rippled with lightning patterns, his leopard eyes were wide open in anger, and his body was filled with violent lightning power that he held back but did not unleash.

As soon as the two appeared, a heavy and violent aura collided fiercely.

The earth-shattering sword energy clashed with the heavenly thunder sword waterfall!
Boom boom boom! ! !
The deafening explosions continued, and the earth, rocks, and magma exploded wildly. The entire performance platform was engulfed by blinding light and rampaging energy flows!
Smoke and dust filled the air, and lightning bolts darted about wildly.

The two fought head-on with all their might, and surprisingly, they were evenly matched.

Both were fierce warriors who relied on brute force, possessing astonishing defensive capabilities and endurance.

The fight was fierce and intense, a battle so thrilling that neither side could gain the upper hand.

A full hour passed before their movements began to slow down, and their breathing became heavy, like the strain of a bellows.

Jiang Yi yawned repeatedly as she watched from behind, and Luo Qingsi caught it, yawning and rubbing her eyes as well.

In the final moment, Lei Wanting's eyes were wild. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the last bit of power, once again giving it his all to unleash the most condensed and massive Nine Heavens Thunder Waterfall, shaped like a thunder dragon descending to earth, roaring as it crashed towards Shi Han.

Shi Han also unleashed a final roar, pushing the Thousand Mountains Sword Intent to its limit. The heavy sword, imbued with the might of mountains, condensed into an even more ferocious tornado of earth vein sword energy, surging upwards.

boom--

The heavens and earth lost their color as the thunder dragon and the earth dragon collided with a deafening roar.

The smoke and dust cleared, and the lightning faded.

Two figures were sent flying backwards at the same time, crashing heavily onto the edge of the performance platform.

After a few breaths, Lei Wanting gritted his teeth and coughed up a mouthful of blood. With a surge of violent will, he managed to prop himself up little by little.

Shi Han closed his eyes tightly, his chest heaving violently, unable to move an inch, only managing to raise his head with difficulty to look at Lei Wanting.

By a mere half-move difference, Lei Wanting, relying on his almost beast-like ferocity and regenerative abilities, won this fierce and brutal battle against the raging thunder.

The top five on the Sword Dao Ranking have been determined. Apart from Jiang Yi, who is slumped over, only five people remain on the performance stage.

The bamboo demon Zhaoming, the rising star Liu Taozhi, the Primordial Thunder Sword Luo Qingsi, the Lingxu Wise Sword Yunxiu, and the Primordial Fierce General Lei Wanting.

The atmosphere on the stage was tense as a new round of drawing lots began immediately.

Among the five people, Luo Qingsi was surprisingly given a bye, making it straight into the top three, which made Jiang Yi marvel at this guy's luck once again.

Liu Taozhi was not so lucky; she was about to face Lei Wanting, the strongest swordsman in the public eye.

Zhaoming and Yunxiu clashed. Their fighting styles were somewhat similar, so it seemed like it was going to be a long battle.

Before the start of a new round, there is usually a day of rest.

Zhaoming remained expressionless, while Yunxiu was so nervous that she could hardly sit still.

Luo Qingsi foolishly touched and tapped everything on the performance platform, while Lei Wanting sat cross-legged, adjusting his breathing, looking determined to win.

Liu Taozhi, however, showed no sign of nervousness whatsoever. She was writing and drawing in the booklet, occasionally chuckling to herself.

　Thank you to [Pingbai Mushroom] for the generous donation! I'll add three more chapters as a thank you when I get back from my trip!

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