Ten Directions Sword Master

Chapter 66 God-like Sword Technique (Please Subscribe)

On the other side of the training ground stood a man, dressed in a gray robe and carrying a heavy sword, his presence imposing and unyielding.

Behind him in that direction, there were only a handful of disciples cheering him on, but their presence overwhelmed all the disciples of the Chaoyin Sword Hall.

Judging from his attire, he must be a disciple of the Xuan Gui Sword Hall who came to challenge him to a sword duel.

"Old man Wu, are you trying to start a full-scale war with me!"

The abbot's veins bulged, and he gripped the chair with both hands to suppress the outburst of anger within him.

Kuai Ling was his most prized son, and he wanted to entrust the sword school to him so that it could be passed down and carried forward.

Defeat is defeat; which sword cultivator hasn't lost a few times on their path to growth?

However, the actions of the eldest disciple of the Xuan Gui Sword Pavilion were deliberate humiliation; he spared your life but also wanted to ruin your future in the path of swordsmanship.

"Haha, Feng'er just broke through to the next level, so he was a bit rough. I'm really sorry!"

The owner of the Xuan Turtle Sword Hall next door was older, with a full head of white hair, and laughed wildly.

"Start a war, you old man Kuai! Do you think these two sword schools have been playing house all these years? We've already started a war!"

The gray-robed man swept his gaze across the room with disdain and said, "Brother Kuai, hurry up and bandage your wounds to avoid further injury—you're still young. Start practicing left-handed swordsmanship from today onwards, and I'll be waiting for you to challenge me again in ten years—hahaha!"

Kuai Ling was so humiliated that he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Is there anyone in the Chaoyin Sword Hall who dares to challenge us? If you had known we were this bad, Master, you shouldn't have sent me on this trip!"

The disciples of Chaoyin Sword Hall glared angrily at the gray-robed man, wishing they could tear him to pieces, but none of them dared to rush onto the stage.

This person, as the eldest disciple of the Xuan Gui Sword Pavilion, possessed the third level of the Azure Jade Realm and had fully mastered the essence of the Xuan Gui Zhen Yue Sword Technique.

After taking a pill to suppress his injuries, Ling launched a fierce attack, which was easily blocked.

He focused his energy on stillness, and with just one counterattack, he shook off the weapons of Kuai Ling and won the victory.

Master Kuai's face turned bright red as he slowly stood up. Twenty years ago, he was competitive and lost a sword fight.

He was stabbed through the chest and lungs with a sword. After being rescued, he was left with a chronic illness. He would feel short of breath and chest tightness whenever he fought more than ten times.

Otherwise, with two sword cultivators at the fourth level of the Azure Jade Realm in the Chaoyin Sword Hall, why would they fear any challenge?

Going on stage could mean death. He had already realized that the Xuan Gui Sword Hall was trying to force him to take the stage and completely destroy the Chao Yin Sword Hall.

If he doesn't go on stage, the reputation of the sword-fighting school passed down by his father will be ruined, and he will be trampled underfoot. What's the point of living then?

He cleared his throat, about to speak, when he was interrupted by a voice.

"I am not very talented. I have only been with the Sword Hall for less than two months and have not yet mastered the Tide Echoing Sword Technique, but I should be enough to deal with you."

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The old master of the inn widened his eyes, pulled his eldest son over, and barked, "Who is this person? Why have I never seen him before?"

Dressed in the attire of a guest of the Chaoyin Sword Pavilion, he exuded an aloof and detached air, radiating a cold and murderous aura that inspired awe.

It was just that he had a bald head and no eyebrows, which was kind of funny.

"It seems to be that top-tier guest retainer that my younger brother recruited?"

The eldest son of the Kuai family squinted his eyes into slits, finally recognizing the person, and exclaimed in a trembling voice.

"This guy's talent is only at the ninth level of the Red Copper Realm, yet he dares to step onto the stage—he may be loyal, but isn't he just making a fool of himself?"

Master Kuai slapped his eldest son away; he was clearly a sword cultivator at the Azure Jade Realm, not some Crimson Copper Ninth Heaven.

No wonder Ling'er insisted on getting this person the treatment of a first-class guest elder.

He's only at the first level of the Azure Jade Realm; how could he possibly be a match for her?

He could only hope to hold out a little longer, to waste some of his opponent's internal energy, and to create a chance for himself to fight for his life.

"You? What kind of monk are you, coming here to tease me!"

The man in the gray robe examined it carefully for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Did you deliberately cut off Kuai Ling's fingers?"

Lu Li's gaze lingered briefly on the heavy sword. With such a weapon, it would be normal to cut off an arm or a leg, but it only managed to cut off two fingers.

"So what if it was intentional? On the martial arts stage, skill is determined by swordsmanship, life and death are irrelevant!"

The gray-robed man raised his heavy sword, which appeared to be slow, but in reality, he could unleash a devastating strike at any moment.

"If you want to stand up for the Chaoyin Sword Hall, then die with us—remember, the one who takes your life is called—"

Lu Li remained unfazed, his tone chillingly cold: "That's enough. I have no interest in knowing your name!"

A cicada's song was punctuated by a sudden flash of sword light, as if from the azure sky beyond.

The autumn wind and the golden aura intertwined, beyond description; this sword strike was a perfect embodiment of cause and effect, impossible to avoid.

It cannot be summarized by speed and accuracy; the key to autumn harvest lies in the harvest itself.

The sword light dissipated, leaving behind a chilling aura; one stood, the other collapsed.

The heavy sword slammed onto the training platform, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The mountain shape had not yet dissipated, and thick loess piled up, like an unshakeable mountain, but the black tortoise in the center had one of its front legs cut off.

The gray-robed man wailed in agony, clutching his severed arm, his heart breaking.

"You're clumsy and slow. Try practicing left-handed swordsmanship; maybe that will give you some potential."

Ignoring the gray-robed man's venomous gaze and the astonishment of the crowd, Lu Li calmly stepped down from the stage.

At this moment, a series of exclamations erupted, deafeningly loud.

Many disciples were still inquiring about the origins of this unfamiliar bald swordsman.

When did such a remarkable person arrive at our sword-wielding school? Could he be a genius from one of the thirteen sects who came out to travel?

"God-level swordsmanship—"

Master Kuai slumped back into his chair, his once sharp and resolute face now showing a shock that surpassed even the shock he felt when Kuai Ling was defeated.

He had seen such indescribable, unconventional sword techniques once before, twenty years ago.

The man watched as he unleashed the power of the Tidal Wave Sword to its limit, the water surging forth as if the entire ocean's power was at his disposal.

As a result, that person, just like the young man who had just stepped onto the stage, casually swung his sword.

Master Kuai only remembered that it was a pure sword light, without any strange phenomena or changes in the world.

Just one glance was enough to instill a deep-seated fear in me, and I lost all courage to fight back.

When he woke up, a month had passed, and he had miraculously survived.

Later, when I visited an elder who was a friend of my father, I learned that this kind of swordsmanship was called a god-level swordsmanship.

It involves the Great Dao and relates to the truth; it is the exclusive domain of the Gengjin Realm swordsmen.

This type of swordsmanship is passed down orally and through personal instruction, without being recorded in writing.

It is not among the sword techniques that the Taibai Sword Sect requires to be made public; it is only circulated among the top levels of the thirteen sects.

Unexpectedly, this young man who joined the Chaoyin Sword Hall as a guest master was actually a sword prodigy trained by the thirteen sects.

It's laughable that he still held onto the idea of ​​exhausting the gray-robed man's internal energy before going up to fight desperately.

In any case, the reputation of Chaoyin Sword Hall has been preserved.

The members of the Xuan Gui Sword Hall were ashen-faced. They lifted up their eldest disciple, who was screaming in agony, and ran away without uttering another harsh word.

The rising sun dispels the last vestiges of darkness.

Lu Li slowly opened his eyes. In the distance, he could hear servants moving about, sword-wielding disciples playing around, and even birds fluttering across several courtyards.

Clear and distinct sound.

I've long heard that martial artists with profound knowledge and skills will gradually develop two or even more wondrous abilities after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.

Unexpectedly, just three months after his promotion, he regained his hearing.

My hearing increased tenfold, and for a moment my ears were filled with a cacophony of noise.

It took me several days to gradually get used to it and learn how to filter and select content so that it wouldn't affect my normal life.

Using sound to pinpoint locations and relying on one's ears for sight is commonplace; when he wields the sword, his mind is as clear as a mirror, untouched by worldly dust, which inherently serves a similar purpose.

The main advantage is early warning, which can help avoid many hidden traps.

In the past few months, Lu Li has mainly focused on consolidating his internal strength while also familiarizing himself with the newly learned Xiabu Sword Technique.

With the addition of the four sword techniques and the tempering of his internal energy, he was pleased to find that his cultivation progress was not unacceptably slow.

His cultivation speed wasn't much slower than the Qi Induction stage, and he would be able to reach the limit of the early Foundation Establishment stage in about a year.

He stepped in on behalf of the Chaoyin Sword Hall and resolved the provocation from the Xuangui Sword Hall, who harbored malicious intentions. Afterwards, Master Kuai personally visited him, adopting an extremely humble attitude.

First, he sincerely thanked him, then subtly inquired about his background.

Lu Li pretended not to understand the meaning behind the words, smiled without saying a word, leaving Master Kuai with no choice but to leave.

The thirteen sects were mentioned repeatedly, and the topic invariably revolved around a few Gengjin Realm sword cultivators.

He had never heard of it before and could only pretend to be confused.

Judging from the situation, they mistook Lu Li for a disciple of one of the thirteen sects.

In addition, he was given ten sword pellets, so that he would not be short of supplies when he was away from home.

Lu Li put them all away; it would be wasteful to use them now.

Once all six swords of the Xia clan are complete and they are to be combined into one style, they will be able to exert their greatest potential.

"Unfortunately, Master Kuai regards me as a true disciple of the thirteen sects, and with Cicada's Cry at his disposal, he certainly doesn't lack weapons. Otherwise, he would have given me a precious weapon as a reward."

Lu Li was both amused and exasperated; his performance had been so stunning that it had such a side effect.

I really want to shout that the cicada's song was borrowed, and the other Sun-Covering Sword is still lying in the Nebula Hall waiting to be repaired.

He didn't have a single usable weapon of his own.

"Moreover, while the sound of cicadas is pleasant, it's noticeably uncomfortable when using the Summer Sword Technique—"

Lu Li looked at the Cicada Sword lying across his legs. It was best used with the Autumn Sword Technique, as it could unleash the full power of a mid-grade treasure weapon and even amplify the effects of the autumn season.

If it were like Wu Dongbu's sword technique, it should be quite good in the future.

The six swords of the Xia tribe have different sword styles and conflicting attributes. It would be good enough if the Cicada's Cry could be used as a low-grade treasure weapon.

"From this perspective, to perfect the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Sword Technique, wouldn't one need to prepare four corresponding treasured swords?

The thought of having to spend four times as much on weapons as others in the future gave Lu Li a headache.

"To compete for a place on the leaderboard, to get a mouthful from the academy—to exchange a mouthful for a raging torrent—and then to upgrade the 'Sun-Covering' skill—"

"Looking at it this way, it doesn't seem so far away?"

Lu Li walked out of the room. After several months, because he had not continued to cultivate the Great Wilderness Burning World Record, his hair had grown back to almost its original length, and his eyebrows had faded a little.

All the sword-wielding disciples they encountered bowed and gave way, showing great respect.

The battle against the Xuan Gui Sword Hall had completely won them over.

Everyone was secretly speculating that a disciple from a certain sect had happened to be traveling around and had decided to stay at the Chaoyin Sword Pavilion.

Otherwise, even the largest sword schools wouldn't be able to train disciples who, upon entering the Azure Jade Realm, could instantly kill someone at the third level of the Azure Jade Realm with a single sword strike.

Lu Li asked and learned that Kuai Ling and Lin Min'er had left the town a few days ago to seek medical treatment and relax. He sighed deeply.

After that battle, he only saw Kuai Ling once.

Although he looked sickly and had a sallow complexion, you could still see that he was full of vigor and was like a tiger in the midst of illness.

That time, however, he looked haggard, his forehead was bluish, and he looked like a walking corpse.

He stared blankly ahead the whole time, showing no reaction whatsoever to questions from others.