What do you mean the game swordsman I controlled has come back to life?

Those present saw Yue Qingwu stand up once again.

The anxiety on her face disappeared, replaced by calmness and tranquility.

"Why does it feel like Yue Qingwu's temperament has changed? His aura is as deep as the ocean, unfathomable."

The faces of many Foundation Establishment cultivators in the top-tier audience seats turned puzzled.

At first, Yue Qingwu seemed very strong, but it was still clear that he lacked confidence in the battle.

The current Yue Qingwu has not become more confident, but rather more like she has adopted an indifferent attitude towards the world.

They couldn't understand what had happened to Yue Qingwu.

A careful search of the area revealed no outsider occupying Yue Qingwu's body.

In other words, this is still Yue Qingwu.

Consider the scenario where Yue Qingwu asks the other party to surrender, and the other party refuses.

"It seems your disciple has figured it out: in the struggle for the Great Dao, there is no retreat."

That's a Foundation Establishment Pill, which can increase a Qi Refining cultivator's chances of establishing a Foundation Establishment by 30%.

This is a matter of great importance concerning one's spiritual path.

"The battles to come are going to be even more exciting."

The Foundation Establishment cultivators smiled and praised, looking forward to the upcoming battle.

It's likely to be a life-or-death battle between two true prodigies.

But it doesn't matter, with these Foundation Establishment cultivators around, they can come to the rescue at any time.

"It's a pity. If Yue Qingwu had been determined to fight with all her might from the beginning, she wouldn't be so exhausted now."

It seems that the Shangqing Sword Sect has been too protective of its disciples, sparing them the harsh realities of the cultivation world.

However, Yue Qingwu is still young, so this can be considered a good growth experience.

Jiang Yu burst into wild laughter: "You think you can kill me?"

He was caught off guard and did not expect the sword move to be so powerful, which is why he suffered a severe injury.

This must be the female sword cultivator's trump card, but if you have a trump card, does that mean I, Jiang Yu, don't?

Upon hearing this, Lu Li thought, "This young man is quite arrogant."

How can there be a player more arrogant than me in a game?

That doesn't exist.

If there is one, just kill it.

He immediately grabbed the Green Vine Sword and took out the wine flask to pour wine.

"This move was originally intended to deal with Li Mu; I never thought it would be used on you, fellow Daoist."

Jiang Yu's expression was solemn.

"This poem is the result of my painstaking efforts. Its imagery is profound and solid. If you cannot handle it, you may surrender, and I will stop."

As Jiang Yu spoke, he began to recite his own poems, and the illusory bamboo forest scene solidified behind him.

Jiang Yu quickly recited a seven-character quatrain.

"The sword of Confucian swordsmanship is truly ingenious. Jiang Yu's poem has the tenacity of bamboo, and the solid artistic conception shows the power of his poem."

"I'm afraid Yue Qingwu will find it difficult to withstand this move; it creates an illusion of almost half the arena."

While many Foundation Establishment cultivators praised Jiang Yu, they also understood that Yue Qingwu couldn't withstand this attack.

Su Qinghan is ready to provide assistance at any time.

"The special effects are pretty good, and the art style is simple and elegant. Luckily, my computer can handle it."

Lu Li glanced at it and exclaimed in admiration. At least the game's moves and art style hadn't gone in the direction of light pollution yet; it looked pleasing to the eye.

He unleashed the "Falling Plum Blossoms Listening to Snow" skill.

"Huh? Why is it snowing all of a sudden?"

The audience members watched the snowflakes falling from the sky with a sense of bewilderment.

The huge arena and audience seats were covered in snowflakes, and they could even see a few red plum blossoms falling among them.

Suddenly, I felt my breath turn cold.

In the blink of an eye, countless snowflakes fell on the illusory image of the bamboo forest, gradually disappearing as if ice and snow were melting.

"How is this possible?"

Jiang Yu watched in utter shock as the bamboo forest atmosphere he had painstakingly created around him was so easily dissolved.

He had seen Yue Qingwu use this sword move before, even just half a move, and it had still managed to injure him.

But in his estimation, even if this move were fully unleashed, he was confident that he could withstand it.

This is also the reason why he was confident of victory.

However, he never expected that this sword move would be so terrifyingly powerful.

It completely enveloped the arena and the audience seating area.

Is a sword technique that can be used by a Qi Refining stage cultivator within a ten-mile radius really something?

Many Foundation Establishment experts in the top-tier audience seats suddenly stood up.

"This is at least a low-grade Heaven-level sword technique. How could a Qi Refining cultivator like her master it?"

"This child's talent is terrifying!"

"Where did she get the spiritual power to support this level of attack?"

As Foundation Establishment cultivators, they knew that every snowflake and plum blossom contained sword energy.

It was only because the one who released it did not consider it an enemy that it held back its attack; otherwise, many of the weak Qi cultivators present would have been seriously injured.

"Not dead?"

Lu Li saw the other person struggling to stay afloat in the gradually dissolving bamboo forest.

It seems that AOE attacks like "Falling Plum Blossoms Listening to Snow" which clear out smaller mobs are ineffective against elite monsters.

It seems I'll have to relearn the skills.

He used the second move of the Drunken Sword Immortal.

Jiang Yu gritted her teeth and looked at the sword cultivator amidst the falling snow and plum blossoms, her eyes filled with resentment.

That's impossible. How could my artistic conception be inferior to that of a pure sword cultivator?

He lifted the wine jug by the rope, tilted his head back, and poured the wine down his throat, unleashing his skill to embrace the moon.

"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?"

Yue Qingwu drew her sword and unleashed a sword aura in the style of ink painting.

A sword aura over twenty meters long appeared on the arena.

Like a calligrapher wielding a brush, boldly and powerfully sweeping across the rice paper, leaving behind dots of ink.

"Did I miss?" Jiang Yu was still wondering when her vision blurred and she found herself under the ink-wash sword energy. She was terrified.

"How did you do that?"

Without a second thought, Jiang Yu raised his sword to block.

Crack! The Earth-rank spiritual treasure sword in his hand shattered.

The jade pendant at Jiang Yu's waist emitted a white light and then shattered.

Finally, they managed to block the ink-wash sword energy.

Before he could even catch his breath, he found himself surrounded by falling snow, each snowflake carrying a sharp, sword-like aura that sliced ​​him open, leaving him covered in wounds.

He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the snowflakes seemed to have spread out and become even more powerful.

"Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting the sorrow of white hair, which was like black silk in the morning but turned to snow by evening?"

The sword strikes were breathtaking, a fleeting glimpse of its shadow.

Yue Qingwu's body moved, swiftly unleashing a series of attacks imbued with ink-wash sword energy towards Jiang Yu, as dense and rapid as a storm.

Jiang Yu took out another longsword from his storage ring and tried his best to defend himself, but he was still left with a lot of bloodstains.

"What excellent poetry! I never expected you to also know Confucian swordsmanship. I am truly astonished."

Jiang Yu was panting, his eyes shining with excitement.

As a poet, he was well aware of the artistic conception contained in these two lines of poetry.

This poem is not simple.

I am even more eager to see the sword techniques that this Shangqing Sword Sect swordsman has created based on this poem.

Actually, it's not that Lu Li knows it, but rather that the game character automatically says it when Lu Li repeats the Drunken Sword Immortal's skill.

The sword aura effects are rendered in an ink-wash style, along with fitting dialogue.

The animation of activating the Sword Immortal skill while drinking is bold and unrestrained.

It can only be said that this game really knows how to create skills that allow players to show off, which has won the hearts of players.

Whether it's the execution animations or the skill effects and voice lines of the Drunken Sword Immortal, the only thing that stands out is his coolness.

Well, it's a pity. It would be perfect if they could add Indian execution and dodge moves.

"This move isn't over yet."

Yue Qingwu drank and laughed freely.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu looked around and, without realizing it, hundreds of ink-wash style figures of Yue Qingwu appeared around him.

"Enjoy life to the fullest when you are successful, for you should not let your golden goblet stand empty before the moon."

Hundreds of ink-wash style moon-green parasol trees moved and launched an attack on the river fish together.

The ink-wash figure perfectly replicated every move Yue Qingwu had just made, its sharpness no less than that of the original.

As they launched their attacks simultaneously, the ink-wash figures overlapped, and their moves overlapped as they attacked the river fish.

Like a blob of ink being stirred in water, it completely submerged the river fish.

"What terrifying swordplay!"

The audience was stunned by Yue Qingwu's sword move.

Is this really a move that can be unleashed at the Qi Refining Realm?

"I really want to learn that, it's so cool and amazing."

"I wonder if Senior Sister Yue will accept any junior brothers. I really want to learn from her."

While the Qi Refining disciples marveled at the power, the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the top-floor audience seats saw even more.

The snowflakes that gradually expanded in each line of poetry, and the increasingly sharp sword energy, all proved that Yue Qingwu was gradually becoming stronger.

The more they fought, the stronger they became, their swordplay growing ever more intense with each line of poetry.

What kind of technique could possess such terrifying power that even a Qi Refining cultivator and a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators could sense a trace of danger from it?

"Now is not the time to watch the show. If we don't act now, Jiang Yu is going to die."

Someone said.

After Jiang Yu had unleashed hundreds of attacks, the last piece of jade on his body shattered.

Covered in blood, kneeling on one knee, with expectation in his eyes—a beautiful line of poetry.

He was increasingly looking forward to Yue Qingwu's next move.

"Everyone has their own unique talents, and though I may spend all my money, it will come back again."

With a sip of wine and a flick of the sword, a thirty-meter-long ink-wash sword aura appeared.

"Great! Everyone has their own unique talents!" Jiang Yu's eyes blazed with fervent light.

These verses represent his lifelong pursuit, a verse that will be remembered in history, a poem that can bear the weight of his sword.

The artistic conception carried by Confucian swordsmanship is based on poetry. The more outstanding and widely known the poetry, the more powerful the sword moves will become.

The audience members, upon hearing this line of poetry, all felt their blood boil.

Four lines of poetry vividly conjure up the image of a bold and unrestrained sword immortal in their minds.

"I never thought I, Jiang Yu, would die here. But it's not shameful to die at the hands of such a genius."

Jiang Yu coughed up blood in excitement; he had exhausted all means, and this was the limit of his power.

He had thought that his biggest opponent on this trip would be Li Mu, but he never expected that it would be this unknown sword cultivator from the Shangqing Sword Sect named Yue Qingwu.

Indeed, there are always people more capable than oneself, and there is always something beyond one's understanding; I had been overestimating myself.

Seeing the ink-wash sword energy slashing down on his head, Jiang Yu actually knelt down.

"I'm sorry, I was too arrogant just now, I was wrong."

Lu Li never expected that the NPC would actually beg for mercy, that's quite something.

You knelt down way too readily.

Where did that arrogance go? This persona collapsed way too quickly.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators who were preparing to intervene were also taken aback by Jiang Yu's sudden kneeling.

Isn't it said that Confucian scholars are proud and unyielding?

What's wrong with you?