Ten Directions Sword Master

Lu Li grasped the cicada's song; the hilt of the sword was wrapped with deep-sea shark silk, which warmed to the touch.

Otherwise, the sword's chilling aura would harm the user before it even injures the enemy.

"What a fierce blade! As expected of the Yin-Yang Reversal Blade Master, it's almost on par with the sword used by the Sword Saint to shatter the void..."

With a soft chirp, the cicada's song was unhurriedly unleashed. "End of Heat" remained calm, gradually weakening the momentum of the longsword and neutralizing the fierce strike.

No one would have guessed that such a powerful sword technique came from a slender woman.

Lu Li's strength has improved significantly since the battle with the Sword Saint, and he has mastered the Six Swords of Qiubu.

If I were to encounter the Sword Saint again, I would never be in such a sorry state.

However, Shen Qing and the Sword Saint are different. Although they do not possess the mysterious spiritual power, they are genuine Foundation Establishment Realm martial artists.

Through the systematic teaching of Bailu Academy, one can perfectly unleash every bit of power in the Foundation Establishment stage.

The martial arts techniques they practiced were also taught by renowned masters and tailored to their own abilities.

She opened her ear canal, increasing her hearing tenfold. She could hear the flapping of mosquitoes and flies ten feet away, and could distinguish the direction of each sound coming from when dozens of people spoke at the same time.

When fighting, it's like having an extra pair of eyes, eliminating the possibility of being attacked from behind.

It can handle any attack at the Qi-level with ease.

Conversely, if Lu Li were to be struck by a blade, he would most likely be numb in both hands from the powerful internal force, thus exposing his entire body to the blade's light.

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Fortunately, the cicadas chirped, and this precious weapon narrowed the gap between the two, giving him a chance to win.

First of all, this cicada's chirping is extremely suitable for the Autumn Six Swords, increasing the power of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Sword Technique by at least 30%.

Moreover, Shen Qing was clearly afraid of this mid-grade treasure-level longsword; after failing to strike once, he immediately withdrew it.

Prevent Lu Li from launching continuous attacks, and use the sharpness of the cicada's chirping to create an opportunity to damage the longsword.

The blade was sheathed, and Shen Qing turned his longsword, slashing down again.

The blade flashed incredibly fast, streaking across the sky, and arrived above Lu Li's head in an instant, the sound of it splitting the air barely audible.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

Lu Li took a deep breath. He didn't run away. His cultivation level was too low. If he took a step back, he would never be able to turn the tide.

Only by relying on the sword intent in his heart and squeezing the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Sword Technique to its limit, and then hoping that Shen Qing has not made up for the weaknesses he had during the Four Academies Competition.

The Beginning of Autumn, the End of Heat.

The sword strike was simple and slow, without any change, as if it were actively going to take a hit.

The sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, clung to the blade, and the chilling golden wind precisely pierced the weakest point of the blade's power.

Such a fast sword strike could not possibly be layered like the previous strike; at least to his eyes, it appeared completely uniform, with no obvious flaws.

With a series of light taps of cold light, the longsword was shaken off balance, and another strike failed to achieve its intended purpose.

Shen Qing's thought of chopping Lu Li off the stage to avenge Luo Yunqi vanished, and his expression turned solemn.

When did it become so difficult for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to deal with a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator? Every strike felt extremely awkward and failed to achieve the desired effect.

With a thought, he drew his short sword with his left hand, feinted an attack, and then swung his longsword with the force of a sweeping attack, unleashing an arc of light.

With a clash of swords and a shift in footwork, their movements become increasingly elusive and difficult to discern.

The long sword slashed continuously, seemingly without needing to catch its breath, the blows coming rhythmically from all directions.

The blade's force was extremely heavy, seemingly like a mountain pressing down. No matter how exquisite the techniques used to counter it, one could only face this one strike head-on in the end.

The short sword weaves through the air like flowing clouds, striking when the opportunity arises, seeking weaknesses and drawing away energy.

It is one of the three ultimate skills of the Yin-Yang Reversal Sword and Blade Dual Arts, Yin-Yang Intertwining.

He was criticized for winning unfairly, but he didn't care about the lack of overwhelming strength. Lu's swordsmanship was too strange, no wonder Yunqi lost to him.

Even if it's an ugly victory, it's still a victory.

The final blow should be delivered with extra force, ensuring that the man surnamed Lu spends several more months recovering from his injuries on his sickbed, so that Luo Yunqi can recoup some of his losses.

If you miss the Crimson Fire Secret Realm and are delayed for another year or two due to recuperation, even the best swordsmanship talent will be wasted if your cultivation level can't keep up.

He hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage by graduation, which widened the gap between him and the others, limiting his future prospects.

Thinking of this, Shen Qing attacked even more fiercely and quickly, like a madman.

This martial art contains the word "rebellion," which tells us how crazy and extreme the alternation of swords and blades can be when one is in a desperate state.

Their internal energy is inexhaustible, and each wave is stronger than the last.

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The cicadas' chirping was so intense that the body swayed so violently that one worried it might be broken by a blade.

Blood seeped from the corner of Lu Li's mouth, his throat was filled with a metallic taste, and his breathing was like a broken bellows.

This was the first time I had ever discovered that the White Dew Frost Technique had this ability; a cool sensation flowed through me, calming my internal organs which were on the verge of exploding.

What a perfect interplay of yin and yang! Each strike seemed to cleave the earth, and crucially, it possessed a terrifying suction force, forcing him to face the long blade directly.

The fact that he has managed to hold on until now without collapsing is because he has exhausted all means, using the Six Swords of Autumn repeatedly, creating many unexpected changes.

There was also a sinister short sword that would occasionally stab out from the shadows.

That's how he got those seven or eight shallow wounds on his body.

"Not enough, not enough!"

Lu Li's eyes were bloodshot. He was not close enough to defeat, and Shen Qing's flaws were not big enough.

The cicadas' chirping was almost enough to swallow all the sword light, and the prolonged, high-intensity battle caused this precious weapon to gather a large amount of icy mist.

It only lowers the temperature and has no harmful effect.

The only benefit was that it allowed his wound to clot quickly, preventing continuous bleeding.

Another blow struck, and Lu Li spat out a mouthful of blood, his footing unsteady, and he swayed.

Shen Qing seized the opportunity, shifted his feet, and as if a phantom had appeared, he brought the two of them within arm's reach.

Swords and blades were drawn simultaneously. The longsword fell like a blazing sun, its force causing a section of the surrounding air to collapse. It was the most powerful strike they had delivered so far.

The short sword, like scattered cold stars, covered several major acupoints on Lu Li's chest. If it pierced them, it could very likely cause irreversible internal injuries.

Lin Ruoxu and Luo Xianzhe stood up at the same time, leaning forward slightly, ready to make a move at any moment.

As experts in the Refining Spirit realm, the two were strong enough to stop the attack at the last moment and prevent serious injury in the competition between their fellow disciples.

In fact, this competition has already exceeded everyone's expectations.

If someone can fight to this extent by using their swordsmanship to a level above their opponent's, even if they cannot win, they deserve to be considered as having the ability to fight.

However, Lin Ruoxu's expression grew increasingly solemn. The figure on the sword platform reminded him of someone he hadn't seen for a long time, and in a daze, he thought that person had returned.

"Now is the time!"

Lu Li's true purpose, which he had concealed since the start of the war, was revealed at this moment.

Abandoning defense, he raised his hand and swung his sword, pouring all his energy and spirit into it, like a withered autumn leaf swaying in the wind, passing through the gaps in the blade's light in an impossible moment.

The cicadas' chirping faded into a single line, a sword strike beyond anyone's imagination, its gleam receding wherever it passed.

Upon reaching Shen Qing, the cicada's chirping suddenly erupted, like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time.

During the Great Heat, the heat lies dormant, awaiting a turning point.

The cold star formed by the short sword was easily blasted away; they were not even on the same level.

A bloodstain appeared on Shen Qing's chest, and the icy chill emanating from his very bones drained all his strength. He collapsed onto the stage in disbelief.

"Who taught you martial arts? You're strong with a sword but weak with a saber. If you keep practicing like this, you'll end up with nothing."

The cicada-shaped object in his hand was transparent and smooth. With a gentle flick of Lu Li's wrist, it seemed as if the cicada was flapping its wings.