Ten Directions Sword Master

"Such terrifying swordsmanship! Is the old man truly only a Primordial Martial Saint?"

Yan Hanchuan was dumbfounded. He had only vaguely seen the two fighting, and all he knew was that both of them could easily kill him.

The exquisite sword techniques captivated him. Although he was not a swordsman, he could still benefit greatly from studying them.

Until the Sword Saint unleashed his strongest sword strike, completely overturning Yan Hanchuan's understanding.

The earth cracked and mountains collapsed, the sky and earth changed color, almost catching up with the descriptions in folk tales and legends.

"Stopped it! There is still such a beautiful, back-to-basics swordsmanship in the world!"

Seeing Bai Wuming's perfect response, using an extremely unfamiliar yet natural sword technique to defuse the attack, another woman veiled in black became excited and couldn't control her breath.

Yan Hanchuan glanced at them and, combining their cultivation level, physique, and attire, had already figured out which innate martial saint they were referring to.

It's understandable that this woman, who is so fond of swords, would rush here under the cover of night to watch the battle.

Boom!

Just as Yan Hanchuan was pondering whether the two should stop there and consider it a draw, or continue fighting, a bolt of purple-gold lightning struck down.

Razer moved with a clear objective, heading straight for the Blademaster.

The first cleavage split White Elephant Mountain, illuminating the sky as if it were daytime.

The second cleavage split the void, revealing a deep, ethereal crack that exuded a supreme and elusive aura.

The third bolt of lightning struck the Sword Saint squarely, shattering his physical body. However, a much younger, illusory figure emerged, wielding a sword.

He opened his mouth and said something in Bai Wuming's direction before being swept away by the vortex that swept in from the void rift.

The light shone, the thunder receded, and White Elephant Mountain split in two, likely to be renamed thereafter.

Only Bai Wuming remained in the arena, standing there with his sword in hand.

"Shatter the void!"

Not only Yan Hanchuan, but also three or five other figures could no longer hide their tracks, their auras becoming restless and revealing themselves.

The shattered void, which had been extinct for hundreds of years and almost abandoned by all innate martial saints, appeared before everyone's eyes.

In his duel with Bai Wuming, the Sword Saint unleashed his strongest sword strike, breaking the barrier between heaven and man and ascending to the upper realm.

Then, how powerful must Bai Wuming be, the opponent who survived this sword strike?

Given his excessively young age, the martial arts world of Dakang is about to witness a new legend.

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In a world where there is no way forward and one must forge ahead by overcoming obstacles, Lu Li finds it hard to imagine anyone doing better than the Sword Saint.

Without any further cultivation methods, the Sword Saint forcibly approached the Dao through the sword, resonated with heaven and earth, and opened his spiritual platform.

This is a prodigy chosen from among millions of martial artists after the entire world has waited hundreds of years.

If such deeds were transferred to the real world, they would cause a sensation in both dynasties, with Buddhist temples and Taoist sects vying to recruit them as disciples.

Lu Li's ability to comprehend the Autumnal Equinox at the last moment was largely inspired by his opponent's swordsmanship.

Simplify and use the simplest moves to perform the most perfect swordsmanship.

The sword saint deserved to be struck by heavenly lightning, which resulted in a void-shattering spectacle.

I just don't know which 'celestial realm' one goes to after ascending to immortality.

"Young friend, beware of the Misty Rain Pavilion. I sense that Prince Qing's aura is ominous; he is not on the righteous path."

The Sword Saint returned to his appearance of being in his fifties, his face showing little joy, but rather a renewed and vigorous fighting spirit.

"Don't go astray. In ten years at most you will be able to follow in my footsteps... If you have time, find a successor for my swordsmanship."

As soon as he finished speaking, the supreme aura vanished in an instant, and both the Heavenly Thunder and the Sword Saint disappeared without a trace.

"The old man only has eyes for swords, and claims that he doesn't rely on external things. The so-called immortal affinity of Misty Rain Pavilion can't move him at all... He shattered the void, and my gains weren't bad either."

This battle not only allowed Lu Li to comprehend the Autumn Sword Technique and complete the Six Swords of the Autumn Division, but also broadened his horizons.

However, the price paid was not small.

My right arm is fractured and it will take three to four months to heal.

The dantian is trembling, and the internal organs are misaligned. It needs careful treatment to avoid leaving hidden dangers.

Most importantly, the Sun-Covering Sword in his hand had several obvious cracks and was no longer able to withstand the weight.

When faced with a sword strike from a higher level, most of the immense and terrifying spiritual energy of heaven and earth is borne by the sword itself; if it is not a top-grade weapon, it may disintegrate during battle.

"It would take countless merits to repair the Nebula Palace. In the future, it would be best to find a treasure-grade longsword... But that would be difficult in the Great Kang World. Even the Sword Saint only uses high-grade weapons."

Compared to acquiring it from the Compass World, it's more likely that Lu Li will take the path of the real world as his strength rapidly increases.

Bailu Academy can be considered a near-first-class power in the Central Plains, with considerable foundation.

Anyone who makes it onto the list of successful candidates during their studies at the academy can choose a treasure as a reward.

If Jiang Linhai from Yuelu Academy could squeeze into the list of successful candidates, Lu Li felt that with one or two more growths in the Compass World, he would be able to catch up.

The only thing lacking right now is cultivation level.

"The sword energy didn't harm your internal organs, but it saved you a Great Rejuvenation Pill... If you dare to mess with me, I'll collect some interest first."

Lu Li glanced around, then shot off in one direction like an arrow released from a bow.

The man was tightly wrapped in strips of cloth, with only his bright red eyes showing.

"People from the incense-burning sect?"

This obscure and ethereal aura was exactly the same as Deng Wan's, and Lu Li had already noticed it before the battle began.

"I am the Left Dharma King of the Incense Offering Sect. Young Master Bai may have misunderstood us. The Sect Master is nearby and has personally..."

Upon hearing this, the Left Dharma King's alarm bells rang loudly, and he held his lotus vajra horizontally across his chest.

"Was it a misunderstanding that led the saintess to approach him disguised as a passerby, in an attempt to manipulate and exploit him...?"

Lu Li switched to holding the sword in his left hand and thrust it straight at the opponent's chest without any change in direction.

The Left Dharma King's pupils contracted. He hadn't expected Bai Wuming to act so decisively. Was he not afraid of being besieged by the Incense Sect after the fierce battle and the injuries he had sustained?

Or did he realize that he was just bluffing and that the Dao Lord was not in the capital?

He swept the lotus pestle across the sword, not believing that Bai Wuming would dare to entangle with him for long.

There were quite a few innate martial saints watching the battle nearby. Once his severely injured body showed weakness, he was not afraid of being swarmed and besieged by others, who were very likely to occupy the position of the number one person in the world for decades.

The next moment, my heart trembled violently, feeling empty and powerless.

He channeled his inner strength, causing the strips of cloth wrapped around his palm to burst into flames, and slammed them against the sword.

He was a step too slow, narrowly missing the Sun-Covering Sword.

The sword tip pointed upwards in a strange way, forming a right angle with the wrist, and then it was thrust forward.

Sheathing his sword, Lu Li didn't turn his head; his white robes fluttered, and he left no trace.

A moment later, several figures stopped nearby.

"A sword pierced through the center of his brow, straight to the back of his head, ending his life in an instant."

Yan Hanchuan stepped forward to examine him and found that the sword hole between the left Dharma King's eyebrows was only a small one, with fresh blood congealed.

"One sword... Left Dharma King is at the late stage of the Innate Realm. Bai Wuming just fought a great battle with the Sword Saint. Just how terrifying is his strength?"

The masked woman trembled slightly. Her cultivation was even lower than that of the Left Dharma King. Wasn't she no different from a clay chicken or a clay dog ​​in front of Bai Wuming?

"That's someone who can fight the Sword Saint to a standstill and help him shatter the void. Only a lunatic would provoke such a person!"

The short, childlike-voiced man in colorful clothes chuckled twice.

"What a thrilling battle! When I get back, I'll definitely turn it into a play and have the girls in the building sing it every night!"