But I made a mistake.

…………

Snapped.

Among the water droplets splashing all over the sky, one drop seemed to be hit by some invisible force and floated out instantly.

Everyone heard the sound.

Lu Mingliang, who was waiting quietly on the side, also opened his eyes suddenly, following this inconspicuous drop of water.

Boom.

This small drop of water moved forward, bumped into another drop of water, and soon connected together, making a small but clear and pleasant ding-dong sound.

But this is far from over.

Two drops.

Three drops.

Four drops.

Five drops.

.........

Ten drops.

One hundred drops.

Thousand drops.

Every collision will make a crisp sound.

The sound of ding-dong-ding-dong plays together like a piece of pipa music.

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.

The water drops all over the sky are connected in a line.

The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.

Finally, the vocal music stopped.

The silence speaks.

The water lines have condensed into swords.

A water sword.

The silver bottle suddenly broke and water burst out.

The water sword spiraled forward and shot straight towards an iron cable crossing the river.

Like a dragon drawing water.

This sword seemed to split the space.

When it was still quite a distance away from the iron cable, the light around the water sword experienced a strange distortion.

Immediately, the water sword disappeared in an instant, leaving not even an afterimage on the spot, leaving only a breeze brought by the forward movement of the water sword.

clang!

next moment.

Where the iron cable is, a breeze also blows, and the light distorts and changes.

The disappearing water sword suddenly appeared and hit the iron rope.

The cold ice on the iron rope turned into powder and dispersed in an instant.

The next moment, sword energy burst out from the water sword all over the sky.

The water sword is only a thin line, but it contains amazing sword energy and sword intent.

As if to annihilate all things, the withered and dead air flashed through.

The true meaning of annihilation.

There was a strong sword intent on the river for a moment, and it was hard to tell whether it was the sword intent of the Sword Immortal that escaped or the sword intent of Lu Qingshan that arose.

Clang clang clang!

The rumbling sound is endless.

The sword energy began to pour down like the Milky Way, piercing the iron cable.

A slight snap.

This iron rope made of thousand-year-old black iron was finally overwhelmed at this moment and was pierced, revealing a hole.

This iron rope made by the Shuiyuntai weapon refiner is actually part of the Shuiyuntai formation.

Although the formation is restrained and its power is not obvious at this time, these iron ropes are extremely extraordinary in terms of their material. Even a magician sword cultivator may not be able to cut these iron ropes in a short while.

But now, with a flick of a finger from a fifth-level sword cultivator, the iron rope was easily pierced.

A most wonderful move.

Lu Mingliang was stunned.

He never imagined that he, an eighth-level monk, would one day be so surprised by a fifth-level swordsman.

Here, Lu Qingshan repeatedly recalled in his mind the sword he had unleashed, like a blue dragon rising out of water, and wanted to remember this feeling.

In his soul, on top of the extremely beautiful original divine inscription, the strange symbols representing the word "return" have begun to shine, with lines of iron and silver hooks.

The golden light shines brightly, and the divine light shines.

Under the golden light, the strange symbol gradually separated from the divine text transformed by Mang Cang Liuyan and floated above Lu Qingshan's sea of ​​consciousness.

The next moment, bits of starlight escaped from it.

After a blink of an eye.

The word "return" has disappeared out of thin air, turning into starlight and evaporating all over the sky, and no trace can be found again.

This is because……

At this moment, Lu Qingshan finally fully understood the secret of "return".

The previous Spring Breeze Return was actually just the prototype of a sword move.

But now, Chunfenggui can be called a unique skill.

A unique art of swordsmanship that he understood and created by himself.

A sword as bright as the sun and a star, a sword as bright as a rainbow. It pursues extreme speed, but its power is also extraordinary.

This seemingly simple sword actually contains countless complicated sword moves, implying a powerful sword intent.

There is cutting the wind, there are the Seven Absolutes, there is annihilation, there is killing, there is also immortality...

There are also Gui Ziyan and Li Qiubei's Immortal Sword.

But only some, not all.

The core spirit is Lu Qingshan’s own.

Lu Qingshan put down his fingers and took a breath.

After this sword strike, he released all the majestic sword intent that had been stored in his chest for a long time, and he felt extremely relaxed.

"Boy Lu, what is this move called?" Li Qiubai became interested and asked proactively.

To this day, there are too few swordsmanships that can still catch his eye.

Lu Qingshan's sword did it.

"The spring breeze returns." Lu Qingshan replied.

Today, Li Qiubei cut off the river with one finger.
Chapter completed!