When did the Tribulation Realm monks become so worthless?

Also, even if he is in the realm of three tribulations and I am in the realm of six tribulations, why should he fight against me?

It was only a moment in the outside world, but countless thoughts and questions flashed through Lanting Sword Master's mind.

The sword hidden in the Tianchi rushed toward Lu Qingshan faster and faster, leaving Lanting Sword Master no time to think too much.

"Stop him!" he shouted angrily and gave the order.

With the person taking the lead, the old monks in the sword washing pool seemed to have a backbone, and they drew their swords one after another.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A natal sword flew out from these old swordsmen, hovered in the air, and slashed towards Lu Qingshan, with shocking fluctuations and fierce momentum.

For a moment, the sword light flickered in the sky.

Thousands of flying swords came fiercely, heading straight towards Lu Qingshan.

"River red, poppy poppies, butterflies in love with flowers, Xijiang moon, picking mulberry seeds." Lu Qingshan's eyes flashed slightly and he nodded softly.

Every time he paused as he spoke, a flying sword would shoot out from the sword forest around Lu Qingshan.

"Floating frost leaves, night lily flowers, clouds crossing the river, Jiuquanzi, heartbroken fans, pale yellow willows, dream hibiscus..."

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sound of swords that was already very exciting reached its climax at this time.

Each long sword is releasing a unique wave, conveying its name to Lu Qingshan, and...please fight.

They seemed to be vying for favor and couldn't wait to show themselves in front of Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan fulfilled his wish.

"Heavenly fragrance, Liu Chou, Yao Hua, Qiu Ji, no boredom..."

Sword after sword shot out, joining the team.

The top and most famous hidden swords in the Sword Washing Pool keep flying out.

Their flying momentum was like thunder, pointing directly at...the monk in the Sword Washing Pond!

"Chaotianque!" The brightest sword light shined.

These famous swords are all psychic swords, with their own spirituality. They hover low in the sky, sway up and down, or strike across the sky, looking for an "enemy sword" to hit them with.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The sound of swords clashing one after another echoed in the sky above the sword washing pool.

The old swordsmen cultivators of Xijianchi who once had little reputation thought that they had a chance to win, and they were very confident. They never thought that Lu Qingshan alone could defeat the power of a sect.

Their flying swords fell one after another in the collision.

An old sword cultivator in gray robes had the worst luck. He encountered the Heavenly Tower. Not only did his natal sword fall, but he was also injured. It brought backlash to him and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, Lanting Sword Master once again faced off against Yu Linling, and was able to compete with her, and the fight was evenly matched.

But, that’s all.

"Controlling thousands of swords..." Sword Master Lanting felt that his eyes were turning black at this moment.

The thousands of flying swords swaying like dragons in front of me are all famous swords from their sword washing pool, and they are all high-quality magic weapons.

Ordinary monks can usually control about three magic weapons at the same time. Any more will be beyond their capabilities.

At that time, Li Qiubei found a new way, not using his soul to control the weapon, but using his sword intention to control the weapon, thus making an astonishing feat of controlling a sword worth tens of millions of dollars, shocking the world, and showing the world the skills of a swordsman.

Although Li Qiubai's ability to control a million-dollar sword was so miraculous that they had never heard of it before and didn't even dare to think about it, they could at least barely understand it.

Li Qiubai, who is that?

The Three Great Sword Immortals of Chang'an, one of the most talented monks in the history of Cangqiongtian.

It is not unacceptable for such a being to use outrageous methods.

But what about Lu Qingshan? Why does he control thousands of swords?

He is not a swordsman, nor does he have supreme sword intent...

Sword Master Lanting couldn't understand.

There are many things that Lanting Sword Master cannot understand.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested." Lu Qingshan smiled.

Hidden deep in the Tianchi Lake for thousands or even ten thousand years, is the sword really willing to be used as a murder weapon?

Unwillingly.

They want to show off their strengths.

This is the will of the sword.

"Gentlemen, please!" he said to the sword.

After the words fell, the ten thousand long swords that had been circling Lu Qingshan suddenly stopped.

Then, they bloomed with infinite brilliance.

Sword light.

All the remaining hidden swords in the Tianchi also burst out of the water at this moment.

It also blooms with sword light.

The sky is filled with sword light.

The ancient spirit of the sword is abundant in the sword pool.

Angry bullfighting shines in Kyushu.

Heaven and earth will all be moved by this sword intent.

After the sword light.

Two hundred thousand swords, divided into two waves.

A wave of swords lined up in front of Lu Qingshan, pointing directly at the monks in the sword-washing pool.

A wave of water just broke out of the Tianchi and appeared behind the monks in the Sword Washing Pond. The tip of the sword was also facing them.

Two waves of flying swords trapped the monks in the Sword Washing Pond, and the sharpness they spurted out prevented them from moving at all.

"Who can stop me, who dares to stop me?" Lu Qingshan asked.

At this moment, Lu Qingshan seemed to have thousands of troops at his disposal.

Invincible in the world.
Chapter completed!