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Chapter 228: Two Waters Divide Bailuzhou’s Sword and Startle the Storm. What is the Origin of the Supreme Sword Canon?
On the stage.

Around Yan Hong, green light suddenly surged.

The rich green energy emitted by the Green Spirit Stone swept towards Lu Xueqi like countless sword energies.

Wherever the green gas passed, the stone slabs of the arena were corroded into fine lines, which shows how terrifying its power is.

The people in the audience couldn't help but let out a low cry and broke into a cold sweat for Lu Xueqi.

But Lu Xueqi remained calm. Facing the green air blowing towards her, she spun around lightly, her clothes fluttering like a banished immortal.

The humming sound of the Tianya Sword echoed all around.

At the same time, sword energy peeled off from the sword body and transformed into clear blue lotuses.

Then, the green lotus, carrying a biting and icy air, crashed straight into the green air, like a huge rock thrown into the lake, causing thousands of waves.

Boom boom boom...

Bursts of roars sounded, and the green gas and the green lotus collided and tore each other.

For a moment, the light on the stage trembled and debris flew everywhere.

Although the green energy that Yan Hong urged to burst out from the Green Spirit Stone was very powerful, Lu Xueqi's sword moves had no way to break through it.

Seeing this, Yan Hong raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily, "Come again!"

She instantly used all her strength to activate the Green Spirit Stone, and more green energy gushed out crazily, trying to crush the Green Lotus.

"White Egret Island is divided by two rivers, floating clouds are wandering thoughts, and the sword falls to startle the wind and rain..."

Lu Xueqi was humming softly at this moment, while swinging the Tianya sword in her hand continuously.

Green lotuses bloomed one after another, forming a gorgeous sea of ​​sword flowers in a blink of an eye.

Each blue lotus contained Lu Xueqi's pure spiritual power. The icy sword energy spread everywhere, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply. Yan Hong felt the chill invading his body, and his hands and feet became somewhat out of control.

Yan Hong's eyes were full of shock.

"Lu Xueqi, what kind of swordsmanship did you perform?"

"How can you be so strong?"

"Besides, why have I never heard of it before?"

"The Supreme Sword Canon, the Green Lotus Sword Song?!"

Yan Hong's eyes were full of shock.

Although she was at a disadvantage with just one move, she still gritted her teeth and refused to admit defeat.

"I won't lose!"

Yan Hong shouted unwillingly, and then directly injected all his magic power into the Qingling Stone.

hum!
In an instant, the Green Spirit Stone rang softly, and the green energy around Yan Hong became thicker and thicker, carrying with it a trace of flame.

It seems to use the heat of fire to resist the cold of ice.

Lu Xueqi narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and when she saw the right moment, she gathered her strength and swung the Tianya Sword.

A giant green lotus with sword energy suddenly took shape.

Then, this giant sword energy green lotus fell to the ground like a comet, broke through the heavy obstruction of green energy, and slammed into Yan Hong.

Yan Hong felt an overwhelming force coming at him, as if his body was hit by a sledgehammer. He flew backwards uncontrollably and fell heavily on the stage.

The light of the Green Spirit Stone also dimmed, and it rolled to the side without making any sound.

Lu Xueqi's expression remained cold. She looked at Yan Hong who was lying on the ground, not feeling proud of having won against Yan Hong at all.

He just said calmly: "You, lost."

The voice was exceptionally clear and cold, yet powerful.

It was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a huge wave among the Qingyun Sect disciples below the stage.

"We won! Junior Sister Lu won!"

I don't know who was the first to shout at the top of his lungs, but the sound was instantly ignited and turned into a roar of cheers.

"Senior Sister Lu is so awesome!"

"Yan Hong from Fenxiang Valley was so arrogant just now, but in the end, she couldn't even last a round in the hands of Junior Sister Lu, and she is still so proud!"

However, amidst the cheers and heated discussions, the topic of conversation shifted from this hearty victory to the mysterious Supreme Sword Canon. "Who do you think created this Supreme Sword Canon?"

“Junior Sister Lu relied on the moves in it to first defeat Junior Sister Ling’er, then Senior Brother Qi Hao, and now even Yan Hong, one of the two heroes of Fenxiang Valley, was defeated by one move.

"How powerful must this technique be!"

A young disciple with a curious look on his face scanned the faces of his fellow disciples, hoping that someone could give an answer.

Unfortunately, no one can give them an answer.

Some people speculated that it was a sword technique from ancient times, while others speculated that it was left by a peerless master and was accidentally obtained by Lu Xueqi. The more they speculated, the more mysterious it became.

"Swordsmanship from ancient times? Left behind by an unrivaled master?"

Only Wenmin, who was standing aside, was smiling foolishly, with eyes full of pride.

"If you knew that this Supreme Sword Canon, like the Dragon God Art, was created by Junior Brother... Tsk, tsk, it would be very interesting."

And just as everyone was discussing.

At this moment, Yan Hong staggered to his feet from the ground, staring at Lu Xueqi on the ring, his lips trembling slightly.

His fists were clenched so tightly that the joints turned blue and white, and his heart was filled with resentment that surged like a tide.

However, the facts are set and no matter how unwilling you are, you have to swallow it.

Yan Hong took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and dragged his heavy and tired body step by step towards where everyone in Fenxiang Valley was.

Lu Shun looked at Yan Hong who returned covered in dust and dirt, his eyes did not contain any reproach, but were instead full of gentleness and comfort.

"Junior Brother Yan Hong, don't be discouraged. What you have done this time is already very good."

"Lu Xueqi is the first place winner of the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition after all."

Shangguan Ce also nodded gently, stroked his beard, and said in a slow and gentle voice: "Yes, winning and losing are common."

"Moreover, this battle will also be a valuable asset for your future cultivation."

Yan Hong listened to the gentle words of her seniors, and the depressed feeling in her heart eased a little.

She bit her lower lip and whispered, "Thank you, Uncle Lu and Uncle Shangguan. It's Yan Hong's poor skills that have brought shame to our Fenxiang Valley."

"It's okay, it's okay." Lu Shun waved his hand.

At this moment, Li Xun's eyes were fixed on Lu Xueqi on the ring. Her cold and elegant appearance captured his heart.

His eyes were obsessed, and his mind was filled with the graceful figure of Lu Xueqi's fluttering clothes as she swung the sword.

"If a fairy like this could become my wife and stay with me for the rest of my life..."

As he thought about it, he unconsciously took a step forward and offered to Lu Shun: "Uncle Lu, I want to go meet Lu Xueqi."

Lu Shun frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Nephew, Lu Xueqi just fought a battle, so she must have consumed little spiritual energy."

"How about letting Liu Xiaoxiao go up first to consume her spiritual power, and then you can go out to fight as the finale, so that your chances of winning will be better?"

Li Xun shook his head like a rattle, his eyes fiery and firm: "No need, Uncle Master."

"I would like to have a good fight with her when we are both at our peak, so..."

"Only then can she be impressed."

Of course, Li Xun did not say the last few words out loud, but just recited them silently in his heart with great enthusiasm.

Seeing that he was so persistent, Lu Shun stopped trying to persuade him and just patted him on the shoulder: "Alright."

"With the master's formation, there is no way you can lose."

"Go ahead. Uncle Master is waiting for your good news."

Li Xun responded, "Yes."

Then he straightened his clothes and strode towards the ring, full of anticipation and determination to win.

And at the same time.

Su Han looked at the Tongtian Peak, which was already clearly visible, above a streak of light in the sky. "I wonder if the competition is over?"

“Hopefully, it’s not too late!”

(End of this chapter)