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Chapter 133: Ruan Qiong's Twelve Realms, defeating Cao Xi with one sword
"Boom bang..."

Under the terrifying pressure of the sword, the mountains and rivers within a radius of hundreds of miles shook, and everyone in the audience felt as if the power of heaven and earth was suppressing them, and they were trapped in the spot, unable to move at all.

Even Song Changjing, Cao Xi, and other martial artists at the limit of their abilities, as well as powerful sword practitioners at the eleventh level, felt a deep sense of oppression and turned their heads to look in the direction of the sword pavilion.

"Rumble..."

Endless dark clouds gathered, and the mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles suddenly turned from day to night. In the dark clouds, there was thunder like a thousand-foot-long silver dragon, flashing from time to time, and at the same time, a violent and roaring hurricane rose up.

Wind and thunder intertwined and gathered into a destructive force.

"Wind and Thunder Twin Swords!"

Cao Xi, who had been sitting firmly on the chair, could not help but tightly grasp the armrests when he saw this scene. He gritted his teeth with shock and envy, and said word by word:

"Ruan Qiong, the twelfth level of immortals!"

The Wind and Thunder Swords are Ruan Qiong's two natal swords. Their current power is obviously not something that a swordsman at the eleventh level, Jade Stone Realm, can possess.

No wonder Ruan Qiong never showed up during this period of time and didn't even attend the important founding ceremony of the sect. Cao Xi finally understood.

"A twelfth-level immortal swordsman!"

Under the cover of sword intent, Song Changjing, the martial artist, felt a stab of pain in his body.

Although he did not feel as despair as when he faced Aliang, who was at the Thirteenth Realm, Song Changjing still felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Unless he could reach the second level of the warrior's limit, he would not be a match for Ruan Qiong now.

"Ugh!"

Chen Zhenrong sighed. There was Ruan Qiong, a twelfth-level immortal swordsman. There was also Chu Ci, who could kill an eleventh-level swordsman at the age of sixteen, and Ruan Xiu, who easily wiped out a tenth-level swordsman. A sword sect with such a foundation and unlimited future was enough to make the entire Haoran world take notice.

And such a sword sect should have had great hope of becoming the strongest ally of their Chen family.

"Sure enough, the name of Sword Sect is useful."

Chu Ci seemed to understand why his master Ruan Qiong had a breakthrough right after the two people from the Central Earth Sword Sect were killed.

Because there are two sects with the same name, there is a dispute over the great way.

The Sword Sect established its power by stepping on the Middle-earth Sword Sect, which meant it robbed the Middle-earth Sword Sect of a portion of its fortune in the sword arts. As the sect leader, Ruan Qiong naturally benefited greatly from it.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that Ruan Qiong cannot break through without this part of luck, it’s just that he won’t be able to break through as quickly as he is now, and Ruan Qiong will need to retreat for a longer time.

I don’t know how long it took, but the wind and thunder finally dissipated!

"Buzz!"

Ripples appeared in the sky above the square, and a sturdy and solid man appeared in mid-air beside Chu Ci. The air was shaking under the terrifying pressure that could not be restrained from covering his body.

Everyone present felt as if their hearts were being pinched by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.

"Congratulations, Master, for your breakthrough!"

Chu Ci, who was not affected by the pressure, laughed and congratulated Ruan Qiong. Then, the next moment, he pointed at Cao Xi and said with grievance:
"This old fellow bullied the weak and slashed your disciple with his sword. Master, you can handle it yourself."

When playing, the younger ones are beaten by the older ones, as if I, Chuci, have no elders.

If Chu Ci hadn't strongly requested to keep it so that his master Ruan Qiong would have a chance to show his abilities after his breakthrough, the Fairy Sister would have taught Cao Xi how to use the sword long ago.

Immediately, Chu Ci flashed and landed back beside Ruan Xiu. He reached out to grab the pastry from the girl's hand and threw it into his mouth, which earned him a punch from the girl.

"Master Ruan, this is a mistake..."

Song Changjing had not expected that Chu Ci would have such a childish side. He was completely different from the Chu Ci who had killed the Eleventh Realm Sword Cultivator. But before Song Changjing could finish, Ruan Qiong said in a cold voice:

"My disciple who is at the eighth level is three levels away from the realm, but he dares to take a sword attack from him who is at the eleventh level. How can he, who is at the eleventh level, not dare to take a sword attack from me who has just broken through to the twelfth level?"

Your disciple who was at the eighth level killed the disciple who was at the eleventh level!

When everyone heard this, they looked strange. It seemed that Ruan Qiong, who was in seclusion, didn't know anything.

"Hmph, then let me try and see how good you, the immortal, are."

Cao Xi was also a well-known eleventh-level sword immortal, so how could he back down? He immediately slapped the armrest of the chair and appeared in front of Ruan Qiong.

"Very good, now you are like a swordsman!"

Ruan Qiong stretched out his hand and a stream of light flew from the sword pavilion and landed in Ruan Qiong's hand. It was the Dian Di sword. He glanced at Chu Ci who was playing with Ruan Xiu and didn't care at all, shook his head, and said to Cao Xi:
"Whether you can catch it or not depends on your own ability."

Ruan Qiong certainly knew the temper of his own brat. If it was really a life-and-death feud, he would have killed Cao Xi long ago. Why would he let Cao Xi jump in front of him? Even if the brat couldn't beat him himself, he still had Old Jian Tiao by his side.

When it comes to calling his parents, my little brat never feels ashamed.

Therefore, Ruan Qiong did not use his own natal sword, it was enough to teach Cao Xi a corresponding lesson.

"Humph!"

Cao Xi didn't say anything more, he just summoned his natal sword and at the same time raised his sword intent and sword power to the peak, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

When you reach the upper five realms, the difference of one realm can make a world of difference.

Therefore, when Ruan Qiong attacked Cao Xi, who was at the eleventh realm, with his sword at the twelfth realm, and Cao Xi attacked Chu Ci, who was at the eighth realm, even if Chu Ci was not a monster, it was hard to say who suffered the loss.

"Now that you are ready, take the sword!"

Ruan Qiong raised the Dian Di Sword in his hand, and wind and thunder flashed on the sword. The spiritual power of heaven and earth was attracted and gathered on the sword at an astonishing speed.

Then Ruan Qiong used the sword in his hand to slash down at Cao Xi with a simple and unpretentious attack, but the momentum it created was far stronger than Chu Ci's previous full-strength attack.

"Roar!"

The thunder transformed into a giant dragon and flew out of the sword, riding on the wind. Under the terrible roar, the souls of the people below trembled, as if God was angry.

Facing this attack head-on, Cao Xi's expression became extremely solemn. He pushed all his means to the extreme, otherwise he would really die under this sword.

"boom!"

The thunder dragon roared and slammed hard on the defense that Cao Xi had condensed, forcing Cao Xi to retreat again and again until it slammed into a mountain a hundred miles away.

The mountain thousands of feet high was flattened by this blow, and abyss-like cracks spread out, forming a broken area.

"Pfft!"

Cao Xi was half-kneeling in the center, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the amazing sword aura on his body quickly faded.

A random sword can severely injure the eleventh realm!
The square was completely silent. This was the tyranny of a twelfth-level swordsman.

Ruan Qiong relaxed and let go, and the Diandi Sword flew back to Chu Ci. He then looked at everyone and a hearty voice spread out:

"Welcome everyone to attend the founding ceremony of my Sword Sect. Thank you for giving me this honor..."

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　Qyue is really suppressing the word count. Qidian has updated to chapter 145, 31 words, while Qyue is only synchronized to chapter 132, 28 words, a difference of 3 words.
　　
　
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