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Chapter 490: Conquering the Enemy Without Standing

As he was daydreaming, time passed slowly. Lu Ang didn't know how long he had been practicing, but the next game had not yet begun.

I couldn't help but take out my phone to check the time. It turned out that more than three days had passed. Almost four days?
Is the fight outside so intense? No one can be determined for three days and three nights? Could it be that Daozi is fighting Daozi? Too many hidden cards?

Come to think of it, there are hundreds of fifth-level protective talismans in Chunyang Taoist's storage bag, seven or eight fifth-level protective magic weapons, and even defensive array flags. If this guy really chooses to defend himself like a turtle, even for me, it will be difficult to break his turtle shell in a short time.

The remaining Taoist geniuses must all have profound foundations. It is natural for them to fight for a long time if they do not care about waste.

However, this style of play is a bit like a competition of the sect's foundation. Whoever prepares more trump cards for their own geniuses has a greater chance of winning? It really doesn't give the small sects any chance of a comeback...

I really don't know what kind of opportunity the independent cultivator surnamed Xiao had in the previous session, to be able to defeat so many geniuses backed by top sects in a row. It really is true that all heroes in the world should not be underestimated...

After more than a day, finally, the layers of lotus leaves opened up again.

Lu Ang also saw his opponent.

As expected, it was Li Laoyue from the Qinglian Sword Sect, the favorite to win this year.

He was dressed in a plain white scholar's robe, on which were written words in cursive script. These words seemed to have life, changing shape from time to time, turning into completely new words. One could tell at a glance that they were not ordinary words.

He had long hair draped over his shoulders, no accessories on his body, and a faint smile on his face. He looked carefree and unrestrained, full of the uninhibited nature of a scholar or poet.

However, what concerned Lu Ang the most was not his appearance, but the fluctuation of spiritual power in his body that had not yet subsided.

This fluctuation carries with it a unique sense of boiling, of prosperity, and of continuous growth and development.

No doubt, this guy had just broken through not long ago! He had already reached the Spiritual Transformation Stage!
Zhang Yunling had only talked about it before, but this guy actually did it and became the number one among his peers!
Of course, whether it is Nascent Soul, Transformation of Spirit, or even Return to Void, for Lu Ang, there is no difference, they are all targets that can be defeated.

As the most meritorious person among the younger generation, Li Laoyue naturally did not take the initiative to attack and lose his dignity. He just stood there quietly, without even condensing the poetry sword that made him famous.

He also saw his opponent, and a hint of surprise appeared on his calm face: "You... who are you? I don't think you are among the previous qualifiers?"

"I'm Lu Mao, Lu Mao from the Xianlian Sect. I have just restored my original appearance." Lu Ang still gave basic respect to the first person and introduced himself.

“Xianlian Sect? Thunder-type Taoist body? You are not from the Five Thunder Sect?” Li Laoyue sighed: “I originally wanted to see the legendary Yang Five Thunders and Yin Five Thunders, what a pity.”

After that, he opened his hand, and a ten-foot-long and four or five-centimeter-wide black sword appeared in his hand. His face was calm and his tone was relaxed: "This Thunder Fairy, your appearance has given me a lot of inspiration. I don't like to attack beautiful female cultivators. How about this, I write a poem for you, and you just declare defeat?"

Is this guy so confident? He seems to be very skilled. He must have used this trick to defeat many female cultivators. He is indeed a descendant of the Confucian poets. He is so romantic!

Lu Ang would not admit defeat, so he interrupted, "Just come on! Let me see your sword of poetry!"

“Hahaha.” Li Laoyue laughed wantonly and ostentatiously: “Poetry and sword, poetry and sword, how can a sword be made without poetry? Fairy, please listen carefully!”

As he spoke, he threw the ink sword in his hand into the sky, exhaled and said:
"When dark clouds gather, storms and winds come; when thunder breaks through the clouds, the bright moon appears."

"The bright light is so bright and heroic! I feel pity for him when I see him..."

Sudden.

"You are not allowed to write poetry for my wife!"

A roar exploded in the Golden Buddha Immortal City below, and even the arena in the sky could hear it clearly. The anger like a volcanic eruption rushed straight into the sky, as if to burn everything.

Then, dark clouds really gathered in the sky, as if responding to this anger. Countless thunders rolled, and a heavy feeling of oppression instantly enveloped the entire scene.

The sky was clear just now, but it was suddenly covered with dark clouds. There is nothing much to say, it could only be disaster clouds.

Judging from the scale, it should be a divine thunder tribulation, the most advanced and difficult one.

A figure slowly floated up from below and began to meet his fate.

It was Zhang Yunling.

Naturally, they couldn't fight anymore in this situation. Blocking someone's path was a taboo in the entire world of cultivation. It was a fight to the death. The Long-browed Bodhisattva could only take action to separate the lotus platform again and suspend the fight.

Zhang Yunling's storage bag was with Lu Ang. He was only wearing a Taoist robe and a flying sword that turned into a hairpin. However, he was not at all panicked when facing the thunder tribulation and went straight to meet it.

He is worthy of being called a Taoist genius, with a scorching sun behind him and a flying sword in front of him. No matter whether it was the dark wind and earth fire, or the heavenly thunder and inner demons, they were all crushed by him one by one. The whole process of transcending the tribulation was highlighted with ease and comfort.

Indeed, it has been recorded in various classics that all Taoists have no bottleneck before achieving the state of integration with the Dao. As long as the skills can keep up, they can go smoothly all the way and directly practice to the perfection of returning to the void.

However, this God Transformation Tribulation was different from the Nascent Soul Tribulation. It lasted for a very long time, again and again, wave after wave, continuously and increasingly more severely. Under the endless bombardment of heavenly thunder, Zhang Yunling's entire body turned milky white, like a man of light.

This is when the Nascent Soul is fully grown, the spirituality is self-generated, and the spirit and body are united!

This lasted for more than three days. Finally, the clouds disappeared and the rain stopped, the sky became bright, and under a colorful neon light, the white light on Zhang Yunling's body suddenly dissipated. He appeared in front of everyone again, with a mysterious aura on his body.

Obviously, he gained a lot in this wave of tribulation and should have suddenly realized something.

After another four or five hours, he finally let out a long breath and opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear, staring at Li Laoyue who was sitting on the lotus platform not far away, his eyes were full of anger and murderous intent: "You are not allowed to have any ideas about my wife! Otherwise, I will fight you to the death!"

Who is Li Laoyue? The first genius in the history of the Qinglian Sword Sect, a peerless genius who is said to have the appearance of a poet, would he be afraid of such a threat?
He chuckled, "Fairy Lu hasn't agreed to be your Taoist partner, so calling her your wife isn't appropriate, is it? It just so happens that I don't have a Taoist partner either, and I think Fairy Lu is a good one."

How could Zhang Yunling tolerate such provocation? He immediately integrated his body and sword and flew directly towards Li Laoyue on the ring, regardless of the rules.

Fortunately, this was a formal competition after all, and the Long-Eyebrowed Bodhisattva was not a decoration. With a wave of his hand, Zhang Yunling was wrapped in a golden light. No matter how he rushed left and right, he could not get out, and even his voice could not be heard.

With another wave of his hand, he disappeared from the spot: "People from Chunyang Taoist Palace, keep a good eye on him! He has just made a breakthrough, so he should consolidate his realm." After saying that, he waved his hand again, and the two lotus platforms merged again, and the fight began again.

Obviously, the reason why we had to wait so long was probably because Li Laoyue also passed the tribulation and was promoted.

Li Laoyue looked at Lu Ang again: "Forget it, forget it. I don't have the inspiration to write poetry anymore. I'll just send you off. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

After saying that, he began to recite poetry. As he chanted, countless poetic swords with magical sword intent appeared around him. More and more, more and more, and soon they covered the entire arena and even covered most of the sky.

Is this the Confucian sword of poetry? Judging from the power alone, it feels similar to my own Hou Yi bow shooting, but the sword intent on these flying swords is very problematic!
It was a myriad of emotions condensed to the limit! There were lofty aspirations, benevolence and justice, drunkenness and dreams, and unfulfilled desires...

That is the emotion expressed in the poem, that is the literary thought contained in the verses...

Lu Ang didn't know what it felt like to be stabbed by this strange poetry sword, but he didn't want to try it, so he just turned the [Spatial Phase] to the highest level.

The first poetry sword finally flew over. It was not at a fast speed, but Lu Ang was very familiar with the feeling of being locked by spiritual consciousness. This kind of attack could not be avoided by dodging alone. It was a crushing blow from the spiritual consciousness.

The sword of poetry finally hit Lu Ang, and as expected, it passed through as if it passed through the air. There was no unusual phenomenon, and Lu Ang did not sense anything wrong.

Obviously, even though Li Laoyue has advanced to the Spirit Transformation Stage, his poetry sword still does not have the ability to travel through the void.

As if he still didn't believe it, Li Laoyue continued to mobilize the poetry sword, shooting it from all directions, but the result was doomed, all in vain.

Li Laoyue's expression finally became serious, and he said with uncertainty: "Is this a Void Magical Weapon? No! There is no spiritual power fluctuation generated by a Void Magical Weapon... So... is it a secret technique? Or a magical power?"

He looked Lu Ang up and down: "That's not right, you are obviously a thunder body and a vagina body, not the legendary ethereal root body, how is it possible to control the power of the void in the Nascent Soul stage?"

As he spoke, he once again summoned four of the thickest and most powerful flying swords, but still returned in vain.

"Oh! This is troublesome..." Li Laoyue scratched his head: "I thought I was just going through the motions, but I underestimated the heroes of the world... But, if I am defeated by a woman, I will lose face when I go back..."

While he was thinking about countermeasures, Lu Ang was also thinking about countermeasures. His defense was completely sufficient, but there were still shortcomings in attack. Those few strange objects alone might not be able to defeat him.

Even if the Purple Lightning Hammer is in the hands of the clone now, it may not be able to defeat him. After all, the Purple Lightning Hammer is only at the initial stage of the Incarnation Realm now, and can only bully the small Nascent Soul Realm. Facing the Incarnation Realm of the Daozi Realm, its power is still a little smaller.

There is chaos in the gourd, but that is the trump card. We can't just throw it out after playing the semi-finals. That would be such a waste. It would be like killing a chicken with the east wind.

Before Lu Ang could come up with a countermeasure, Li Laoyue on the opposite side made the first move.

He waved his hand to disperse all the poetry swords, leaving only a pure black ink sword in his hand.

He closed his eyes, his expression more serious than ever, and murmured, "The power of the void... Oh, I still can't let it go. No matter what, I have to give it a try. Let's give it a try!"

His aura continued to rise, becoming more and more oppressive, as if something was brewing.

Lu Ang certainly couldn't let him charge up his ultimate skill, so he immediately started to interfere. He first used the banana fan, but unfortunately the wind dissipated before it reached three feet around him. He then used the Medusa's head, but the petrification phenomenon on his body disappeared as soon as it appeared. It was useless.

Just when Lu Ang was considering whether to use the "Burning Life Technique" and give it a try with all his strength of thunder, the momentum over there finally reached its peak.

Lu Ang finally sensed the essence of this momentum:

That was not the momentum formed by the boiling and violent spiritual energy, but the momentum formed by the interweaving of simple emotions and spiritual consciousness, and the sublimation of the spirit!
Li Laoyue shouted:
"I have been known as a madman for fifty years, and now I will shatter the sky with one sword to honor my life!"

The ink sword in his hand suddenly disappeared, and Lu Ang instantly felt an indescribable sense of danger.

He could actually shatter the void with just his spiritual consciousness and will!
Exaggeration! It's so fucking exaggerated! Is this still a human being?
Fortunately, Lu Ang had enough trump cards and activated [Invincibility] at the first opportunity.

"Snapped"

With a slight sound, Lu Ang felt that all his magic power paused, and the [space phase] around him shattered directly, and the whole person appeared in the original place.

An invisible flying sword slashed at his body!

Fortunately, this [Invincible] is truly invincible. This poetic sword that embodies endless spiritual consciousness and will still shattered on Lu Ang's right shoulder and disappeared.

This guy is quite polite. He didn't attack my vital points. He is definitely a playboy.

Faced with such a result, Li Laoyue's eyes that were once full of divine light finally dimmed a little, the seriousness on his face disappeared again, and his tone became a little frivolous: "You can block this? You have so many magical powers! What kind of magical power is this? I don't quite understand it."

Of course Lu Ang would not answer him, and continued to change the subject: "You can try your sword again."

Li Laoyue looked at Lu Ang for a few seconds, then heaved a sigh of relief: "Forget it, forget it. No need to try. I really can't break your magical power! I lose this time. That's it."

After saying that, he raised his hand to show that he admitted defeat, very casually.

This guy is quite interesting. He can even sense some of the characteristics of [Invincibility]!
The Green Lotus Sword Sect's skills do have some tricks, but speaking of it, what kind of spiritual roots does this guy have? It feels like it is related to spiritual consciousness and will. This guy's spiritual consciousness is incredibly strong, but I haven't seen such spiritual roots in the classics.

Before being teleported away, Li Laoyue spoke again: "Fairy Lu, I am becoming more and more interested in you. I will come to you to learn from you next time I have a chance! Wait for me~"

Damn, you scumbag! You flirt with me even when you lose! If you dare to come next time, I will let you fight with Chaos!

The lotus leaves closed again and Lu Ang entered the finals.

There is nothing to guess this time. If nothing unexpected happens, the opponent in the final should be Minglun of Daikongraji.

I also encountered this guy in the second round. He was a big, dark and stupid guy. It should be easy to deal with him.

(End of this chapter)