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Chapter 81 The Curtain Falls (Please subscribe and vote!)

The battle on the lake became increasingly fierce.

Lu Qingshuang and Zhu Ming traversed the lake, stepping on the broken planks of the boat.

The silver-white sword light and the golden palm shadow collided one after another.

The roaring sound was incessant.

The two men's scattered internal energy stirred the lake water, and waves surged into the sky before crashing heavily back onto the lake surface.

Although Zhu Ming's external martial arts skills are strong, it is impossible for him to truly ignore Lu Qingshuang's sword.

Several thin, long bloodstains had appeared between his chest and abdomen.

The once neat monk's robes were now tattered and worn.

The two collided again.

boom!

A powerful shockwave suddenly spread out from the two of them, and the lake beneath their feet sank sharply.

Immediately, a wave of water several meters high shot into the sky.

Lu Qingshuang and Zhu Ming also used the force of the recoil to retreat backward.

Lu Qingshuang lightly touched the ground with her toes and came to a steady stop on a piece of driftwood.

Zhu Ming flipped once in mid-air and landed on a piece of broken ship.

The two faced each other across the lake, which was more than ten feet across.

All eyes were on the other person.

His expression was also much more serious than before.

On the top floor of a three-story restaurant by the lake.

A middle-aged man dressed in a black-and-gold-patterned guard uniform stood with his hands behind his back.

Beside him stood an old monk with a frail face and a thin frame.

The old monk's skin was withered and dry, and his whole body seemed to consist of nothing but skin covering his bones.

Its breath was like a candle flickering in the wind, seemingly about to be extinguished at any moment.

But as he stood there, Wu Yunshan always kept a few steps away from him.

Looking at Zhu Ming on the lake, Wu Yunshan stroked his short beard and said with a faint smile, "Lunzhuan Temple is indeed full of talented people. Among the older generation is Master Dingyuan, who is ranked among the top three on the Earth Ranking."

Now, with three outstanding disciples of fame, fortune, and destiny among the younger generation, all ranking high on the Human Ranking, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them the number one sect in the Great Yan.

His words were full of praise, but to the old monk they took on a completely different meaning.

The old monk slightly raised his lifeless eyes and clasped his hands together.

His lifeless eyes lifted slightly, and he clasped his hands together, saying, "Commander Wu, you flatter me. Under heaven, all land belongs to the emperor. Before the imperial court, what sect is there that is number one?"

Wu Yunshan sneered inwardly but did not reply.

As the highest-ranking official representing the imperial court in Jiande Prefecture, he actually discovered this innate expert the moment he returned from pursuing the Wusheng Sect.

The guardian assigned to the younger disciples by Lunzhuan Temple is a master of the Ding generation, a master of innate cultivation, named Dingxin.

However, Dingxin did not violate the laws of the imperial court.

Zhu Ming was simply following the rules of the martial arts world when he challenged Lu Qingshuang.

Even if Wu Yunshan was unhappy, he had no reason to stop him.

Lunzhuan Temple has developed extremely rapidly in recent years, with believers all over the Great Yan region, and countless fields and properties under its name.

Moreover, within a radius of a thousand miles, the people of his sect only knew of the Buddha, but not of the imperial court.

This behavior had already made the imperial court wary of him.

As the commander of the Black-Clad Guards, Wu Yunshan naturally disliked the other party.

But Dingxin became famous earlier than him, and his cultivation was unfathomable, despite his advanced age.

But if they really started fighting, Wu Yunshan wasn't entirely confident of victory.

He snapped out of his reverie and looked back at the lake.

Standing on the shattered hull, Zhu Ming suddenly spoke up: "Benefactor Lu, this humble monk is about to use all his strength, please be careful."

Lu Qingshuang pointed her long sword diagonally at the lake surface, her cold face devoid of any expression.

"Make your move."

Zhu Ming said no more.

next moment.

His body jolted violently.

boom!

A surge of internal energy, far more powerful than before, suddenly erupted from his body, instantly tearing apart his already tattered monk's robe.

Pale golden internal energy surged from the pores of his body and circulated rapidly outside his body.

In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a nearly tangible golden bell!

The large bell was turned upside down, completely enveloping Zhu Ming's body.

A lake breeze blew by.

The illusory image of the golden bell trembled slightly, and a faint chime was emitted.

A gasp of surprise immediately rang out from the shore.

"Internal energy is released and takes shape!"

"The Second Realm After Tomorrow!"

"Zhu Ming has actually broken through to the Pure and Turbid Returning to Origin Realm!"

Wu Yunshan, who was upstairs, narrowed his eyes and glanced at the scene.

Seeing that the old monk's expression remained unchanged, it was clear that he had known about this for a long time.

He snorted coldly to himself.

Zhu Ming concealed his cultivation level to come here and challenge, hoping to gain fame by stepping on Lu Qingshuang.

This Wheel-Turning Temple clearly had ulterior motives.

Zhou Yan, standing on the shore, looked surprised.

The first stage of acquired energy is the initial generation of internal energy. Although it can be released briefly, it cannot be fully formed.

Upon reaching the second stage of the acquired realm, "Returning to the Origin of Purity and Turbidity," the internal energy undergoes further purification and becomes more condensed.

After being released, it can even condense into sword energy, palm prints, and the protective golden bell like the one in front of us.

This monk Zhuming was clearly already a master of the second stage of the acquired realm.

In contrast, Lu Qingshuang.

Although her cultivation had improved after the battle at Qingzhou, she was still at the first level of the Acquired Realm.

The two have truly reached a new level in their respective realms.

But there was still no panic in Lu Qingshuang's eyes.

She slowly raised her right hand.

The internal energy flowed down his arm and into the longsword.

hum!

The sword trembled slightly, and a layer of dazzling silver-white cold light quickly covered the entire longsword.

The air around the sword's edge seemed to be frozen by the cold, and a thin layer of white mist appeared.

Unlike Zhu Ming, she could not allow her internal energy to detach from her body and take shape for a long time.

However, it can concentrate all internal energy on the sword's edge.

In terms of inner strength, she is not as good as Zhu Ming, but in terms of killing power, she may not lose.

Zhu Ming lightly stepped down.

boom!

The damaged ship beneath their feet exploded on the spot.

The golden bell enveloped his body, like a golden meteor rising from the lake, heading straight for Lu Qingshuang.

Lu Qingshuang lightly touched the ground with her feet, and followed the sword, instantly transforming into a streak of silvery-white light.

Gold and silver, two figures collided with a thunderous crash in the middle of the lake!

boom!

The lake water exploded.

A circular shockwave swept outwards in all directions.

Lu Qingshuang's longsword flashed continuously as she unleashed the full power of the Splitting Light and Cold Shadow Sword.

Countless cold shadows pierced Zhu Ming's body from different angles.

clang!clang!clang!

The ear-piercing sounds of impact continued to ring out.

With each strike of the sword, the phantom of the golden bell would tremble violently.

Relying on the protection of the Golden Bell, Zhu Ming struck out with both palms at the same time, completely ignoring the cold light that was aimed directly at his chest and abdomen.

The palm shadows overlapped, their force heavy and powerful.

Lu Qingshuang's figure kept changing.

While dodging the palm strikes, he drew his sword even faster.

For a moment, the lake was filled with the silvery light of swords.

Zhu Ming's speed was already slightly inferior to hers.

At this moment, the Splitting Light Cold Shadow Sword launched a full-scale attack, leaving it almost entirely reliant on the Golden Bell Phantom for defense.

Zhou Yan, watching the battle from the shore, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he couldn't see very clearly due to his limited level of cultivation, it was obvious that the number of times Zhu Ming was attacked was gradually decreasing.

At first, he could only block one sword strike, but now he can block three or four sword strikes in a row.

Zhu Ming is adapting little by little; this monk's comprehension is simply terrifying.

He was honing himself with Lu Qingshuang's sword.

Zhou Yan looked at another entry above the monk's head.

[Insight from Small Details (Green)]

Is this entry really that effective? If only I could have it too...

Just then.

Lu Qingshuang on the lake surface had obviously noticed this as well.

The chill in her clear eyes intensified.

The swordplay, which had been as swift and fierce as a storm, suddenly paused for a moment.

next moment.

Lu Qingshuang drew her sword again, and six silver-white shadows appeared simultaneously.

However, this time, the six sword shadows did not pierce various parts of the body, but instead converged in the center the instant they appeared!

All the cold light condensed into a single point, piercing straight into the center of the golden bell's illusory image!

clang!

A deafening bell rang throughout Chongming Lake.

Suddenly, cracks appeared on the surface of the golden bell.

Zhu Ming's body jolted violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The lake surface beneath their feet collapsed instantly.

Ding Xin, who was in the restaurant, finally showed a subtle change in his eyes for the first time.

Wu Yunshan chuckled softly.

"Master Dingxin, Zhuming has already broken through to the second realm, yet he was still forced to this point by Commander Lu, who was at the first realm."

It seems the Golden Bell Body Technique of Lunzhuan Temple isn't as invincible as rumored.

He calmed himself down, put his hands together, and his expression returned to calm.

"The outcome is still undecided, so why should Commander Wu be in such a hurry?"

Wu Yunshan narrowed his eyes and continued to look into the lake.

Lu Qingshuang drew her sword a second time, and the six cold shadows converged once more!

Zhu Ming did not continue to stand still and try to take the hit.

Just as the sword light fell, he suddenly took a step forward.

The golden bell phantom protecting him suddenly exploded!

boom!

The violent internal energy swept outwards in all directions.

Lu Qingshuang's sword momentum was slightly disrupted by this force.

Zhu Ming, however, faced the sword light head-on and forced his way forward.

puff!

The longsword pierced the flesh of his left shoulder.

Blood instantly stained the tattered monk's robes.

But Zhu Ming showed no sign of backing down.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the sword pierced his shoulder, he finally rushed into within three feet of Lu Qingshuang.

A golden hand slammed down on Lu Qingshuang's head.

Lu Qingshuang's eyes turned cold.

With a sudden twist of his wrist, the longsword that had pierced Zhu Ming's shoulder was instantly pulled out, its blade tracing a cold arc before striking Zhu Ming's throat in return.

The two stopped moving almost simultaneously.

Zhu Ming's golden palm hovered an inch in front of Lu Qing Shuang.

Lu Qingshuang's sword tip was still two inches away from Zhu Ming's throat.

A lake breeze blew by.

Zhu Ming's blood dripped slowly into the lake.

Lu Qingshuang's hand holding the sword trembled very slightly.

The dense crowd on the shore was now completely silent.

The outcome was already clear; a mere inch could mean life or death.

Lu Qingshuang slowly sheathed her longsword.

"I lost."

The sound wasn't loud.

Yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone on the shore.

Zhu Ming also withdrew his palm, took a step back, and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk only gained an advantage in terms of cultivation level in this battle; it can only be considered a fluke."

Lu Qingshuang's expression remained aloof.

"A win is a win; there's no room for luck."

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