Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

What's chilling is that each of these differentiated streams of chilling spiritual energy and piercing sharpness is in no way weaker than the original primordial cold light.

These are all real, deadly moves, not mere illusions.

This is even with the fact that the power is somewhat reduced when the location is in use.

If it were placed in the outside world to exert its full strength.

This surgical technique alone is no less powerful than a full-force strike from some top-tier magical artifacts.

At the same time, Wen Qing did not stop there. Her spiritual energy surged around her, and she made hand seals. Then, with a breath, she unleashed a divine power called "Cloud Exhalation Technique".

In an instant, a biting gale arose out of nowhere, sweeping across the heavens and earth.

A chilling white mist, mixed with countless ice crystals, shot out, as fine as silver needles, shimmering with a deadly, icy light like shattered glass.

The entire space was instantly sealed off by the all-pervasive ice, leaving no escape but to confront it head-on.

"The Art of Cloud Breathing".

It has already transcended the constraints of ordinary magic.

Its power is so great that it is almost like a manifestation of a branch of some great supernatural power.

Once it was used, the world was transformed in an instant.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, the celestial phenomena changed drastically, and the spiritual energy became disordered, with the impact extending even further.

This is the truly astonishing method of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Ling Xiaofeng watched from a distance.

When speculating about how the opponent will respond, the most common thought is to unleash a powerful defensive weapon to take the hit head-on.

After all, such an impenetrable and inescapable attack seems to leave no choice but to withstand it head-on.

However, if that were the case, it would contradict the previously agreed-upon principle of "not relying on extra magical treasures, but only competing in supernatural abilities."

Although the lady started with a flying sword, that was ultimately an extension of close combat and could not be considered "unnecessary".

If the man surnamed Lu were to use a magical artifact to defend himself, he would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage, admitting that he was inferior in a pure contest of supernatural powers.

However, Lu Jianghe held the sword in one hand and slashed downwards.

Instantly, a trench hundreds of meters long and several meters deep was cleaved open in the ground beneath their feet.

With his left hand, his five fingers hooked precisely at the edge of the ravine, where the "soil" had been peeled away by sword energy, revealing a watery, rippling texture, and he suddenly lifted it upwards!

In an instant, the "ground" that was lifted up looked like a huge scroll being torn up, or a towering curtain of water rolling upside down, rushing upwards.

Like an enormous "cloth pouch", it completely enveloped the overwhelming thorns and ice spikes containing extreme cold, as well as the clouds and mist formed by the cloud-blowing technique.

The "water curtain" created by Lu Jianghe's sword not only perfectly blocked Wen Qing's fierce attack, but also, after enveloping all the killing moves, it rolled back towards Wen Qing himself!

Wen Qing's face was filled with disbelief.

This was not out of fear, but rather out of genuine shock at the opponent's methods.

It should be understood that the four directions above and below, which form the foundation of the entire space, are all formed by the condensation of primordial magnetic divine light. Their essence is extremely "heavy" and harder than refined gold.

However, at this moment, the "ground" in front of her, which should have been as solid as a rock and capable of bearing immense weight, was lifted up by the opponent's sword and pressed back against her like a tidal wave.

Without hesitation, she formed a hand seal.

In an instant, the thorns and chilling mist twisted and roared, transforming into a giant tornado that stretched from the sky to the earth.

In an instant, it tore the "earth's mantle and water curtain" apart and shattered it, turning it into countless glassy light spots that scattered like rain.

On the ground, the ravine that Lu Jianghe had cleaved open with his sword quickly healed and returned to its original state.

Wen Qing changed her hand seals again, and the tornado multiplied from one to five, sweeping towards Lu Jianghe from different directions once more.

Lu Jianghe smiled when he saw this.

In an instant, his body rippled and twisted like water, creating illusory light and shadow.

As his sword intent erupted and his aura reached its peak, countless transparent sword energies appeared within several feet of his feet, orderly, layered, swirling and blooming.

A giant, translucent epiphyllum flower, composed entirely of sword energy, suddenly "bloomed" beneath his feet, its radiance shimmering and breathtakingly beautiful.

As Lu Jianghe made a thought, the petals of the giant sword-qi epiphyllum beneath his feet began to fall off.

The moment it fell, the petal transformed into an arc of sword light and shot out.

He precisely slashed at a tornado, nearly cutting it in half.

Then petals began to fall, signifying flashes of sword light.

The sword flashes as soon as it falls!

Under the relentless cutting of sword energy, the five tornadoes could no longer maintain their shape and completely disintegrated.

Wen Qing's expression grew even more solemn.

The "Cloud-Soothing Technique" and Ice Thorn Divine Power she just used were already powerful techniques of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Even though their power was somewhat reduced due to the suppression of the Yuan Magnetic Divine Light here, they were by no means easy to withstand.

However, the opponent used only one sword to lift the "ground" as a curtain, and then used this strange sword energy to dissolve it into nothingness.

This is something that cannot be achieved simply by having a high level of spiritual attainment.

"Excellent tactic!"

Ling Xiaofeng's voice came from afar, filled with heartfelt praise.

He took a step forward, and his figure appeared beside Wen Qing. His emerald green feather robe fluttered without wind, and his aura began to rise continuously, faintly resonating with the entire space.

"It seems that you are no match for me, fellow Daoist."

Ling Xiaofeng readily admitted it, without a trace of embarrassment or annoyance on his face.

"In that case, I will experience Fellow Daoist Lu's superb swordsmanship firsthand."

Ling Xiaofeng had already realized that Lu Jianghe was completely at ease in his fight with Wen Qing.

It was less of a duel and more of a passive acceptance of every move and stance from the lady.

It's purely about using tactics to counter tactics, with little interest in the offensive itself, even displaying a composure that borders on indifference.

No matter what the opponent did, Lu Jianghe never truly regarded Wen Qing as an opponent he needed to go all out against.

This person is far beyond the reach of ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

The voice just fell.

Ling Xiaofeng casually clenched his fist, and a twelve-foot-long spear, entirely black and wrapped with wisps of gray-white light, appeared in his palm.

The light in the surrounding space seemed to be swallowed up by the tip of the gun, becoming dim and unclear.

Ling Xiaofeng casually twirled his spear.

He stomped his foot suddenly.

boom!

A huge ripple exploded beneath their feet.

They couldn't see them at all.

Only a glint of cold light pierced Lu Jianghe's face.

Lu Jianghe casually scattered the epiphyllum flowers.

It also sweeps forward.

The two clashed, and at the point where their weapons collided, a huge circular ripple instantly appeared, followed by spiderweb-like ripples in the air.

The Qi was surging and boiling.

A black and red spear shadow and a bright sword light intertwined, forming a large black and white line because the two sides attacked and moved too quickly.

Each clash of spears and swords was not the sound of metal striking metal, but rather like muffled thunder.

Wen Qing had already retreated to the edge, keeping a close eye on the center of the battlefield.

In just a few breaths.

The two have clashed and fought no less than a hundred times.

The entire small cavern space trembled slightly under this intense confrontation.

Neither side gave the other any chance to breathe.

Beyond the perilous close-quarters sword fighting, the two also effortlessly unleashed no fewer than dozens of exquisite secret techniques.

One side intended to stretch their muscles and bones, to relive the long-lost feeling of exhilaration, after all, it had been a long time since they had encountered a worthy opponent in this world who could rival them.

He wanted to take this opportunity to hone his swordsmanship and become more familiar with it. Every swing of his sword was a review and confirmation of his past insights into swordsmanship.

The other side went all out, not seeking to win every move, but only to ensure that no move missed.

This is not about rushing to determine a winner or loser, or life or death, but about imprinting the opponent's swordsmanship, movement techniques, and even their coping habits into one's mind during a lightning-fast exchange.

Both of them got what they wanted.

The two afterimages constantly changed their moves as they moved, sometimes retreating to gather strength, and sometimes colliding again like meteors.

Wherever it passed, the ripples spread out like the sharp edge of a knife.

The central pavilion is as fragile as porcelain.

Unfortunately, it was caught in the aftershocks of their battle and couldn't even hold on for a moment before it shattered into dust, which was swept into the chaotic air currents created by their fierce fight and disappeared completely.

This back-to-basics, head-on fighting style left Wen Qing, watching from afar, deeply shocked and speechless.

Although she was a powerful cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, possessing great supernatural powers and countless magical treasures, this kind of close-quarters combat and intense, direct clash was something she had never witnessed before in her long cultivation career.

No wonder the man surnamed Lu seemed so at ease when he fought her in close combat, and even seemed somewhat... uninterested in her.

Overall, this contest was a close one, with neither side going all out and lacking the will to kill, so it couldn't be described as truly exhilarating or carefree.

The two attacked swiftly, their blades clashing, yet rarely did their weapons actually touch flesh.

Even when the tip of a sword or the light of a spear occasionally approached, it only caused the opponent to sway slightly and stagger half a step before regaining their balance.

Throughout the fierce battle, Lu Jianghe kept a sliver of his mind focused on observing Ling Xiaofeng's every thought, as if he were a detached observer.

He wasn't fully engaged in this "sparring match".

Once the opponent's heart is filled with genuine killing intent, or if they secretly join forces to activate the small world constructed by this Yuan Magnetic Divine Light, intending to completely seal and refine it into a killing move, then this seemingly "friendly" sparring will instantly turn upside down.

Lu Jianghe's response will be completely different.

Once the two sides had separated again, they did not rush forward this time, but instead stood still in place.

Neither of them were wearing ordinary clothes.

There was no situation where the clothes were torn or tattered.

However, compared to Ling Xiaofeng, Lu Jianghe's breathing appeared to be more steady and long.

Ling Xiaofeng casually raised his hand and shook it, dispersing the subtle and chaotic sword energy clinging to his robe, and laughed:

"Truly worthy of being a sword cultivator, not only is his sword energy sharp, but his moves are also exquisite and unparalleled, first-rate in their mystery."

Lu Jianghe said, "I didn't expect that you, Fellow Daoist, as the Star Palace Saint Lord, would also be proficient in spear techniques. This truly surprises me. I think it would be better to end this competition in a draw?"

Ling Xiaofeng smiled and nodded slightly, then asked a question:

"During your exchange just now, how much of your strength did Fellow Daoist Lu retain?"

Lu Jianghe replied, "About 70% or 80% was used."

Upon hearing this answer, Ling Xiaofeng smiled.

"Oh? Fellow Daoist Lu, your words seem somewhat insincere. You were clearly just trying to spar with me and share your skills."

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