One effort can bring down ten levels.

He wants to use his cultivation level in the Seven Tribulations Realm to unreasonably crush Lu Qingshan in the Three Tribulations Realm.

Lu Qingshan's sleeves fluttered gently, and powerful energy fluctuations spurted out from his body.

Crush?

nonexistent.

From refining Qi to the current Three Tribulations Realm, he has followed the most perfect path.

The flawless Dao foundation, the ultimate realm of ten flowers.

Sword Domain, perfect harmony between man and nature.

How can his background be compared to that of a monk in the Three Tribulation Realm?

The Yuanli foundation of an ordinary Three Tribulation Realm monk is 400,000 to 600,000.

And Lu Qingshan's current Yuanli foundation is 1.7 million.

In terms of Yuanli base alone, he is enough to compete with the Seven Tribulation Realm monks.

Steaming Daze.

The Master of Baishuang Sword slashed down with his sword, while Lu Qingshan stood in the air and raised his sword.

It's like a battle between heaven and earth, with sudden changes.

Two majestic qi machines collided in the sky.

Boom!

The sound was as loud and deep as a yellow bell.

The clouds of energy were torn apart at will under the blade of the sword and thrown aside.

Frost-white sword light and cyan sword light penetrated the sky and clashed suddenly.

The two of them just retreated.

However, the white clouds on their left and right sides were mixed into a ball, scattered in all directions, and then fell, being forcibly knocked out of a trajectory.

The energy that can kill people invisible is like a shock wave swinging in all directions.

Fortunately, they chose the battlefield above the sky, otherwise the fight just now would have been enough to destroy Yanlan Pass.

After the Baishuang Sword Master and Lu Qingshan clashed with each other and retreated, he couldn't help but frown.

When masters compete with each other, you can know the bottom line with one move.

He didn't know why, but he knew that Lu Qingshan actually had a cultivation background comparable to his and could compete with him head-on.

This battle, unexpectedly but reasonably, was not as easy as he expected.

"I have been practicing swordsmanship for ten thousand years and have fired countless swords. I have never been defeated by a monk at the same level. How can I lose to you, a yellow-haired kid who has only been practicing swordsmanship for twenty years?"

The White Frost Sword Master let out a long roar, which not only increased his own power, but also suppressed Lu Qingshan's state of mind.

On the white frost sword, the sword energy bursts out, and the energy penetrates the rainbow.

A sword energy as thick as a dragon rushed straight towards Lu Qingshan's door.

The latter whipped out his sword so fast that he couldn't even see the afterimage.

Fuyao, the sword of wind.

[Chengying] (Passive): The dragon separates into the shadow, and the wild goose falls and forgets to return. If Fuyao is used as a hand-held sword, the shooting speed is increased by 100%.

The menacing sword energy suddenly exploded in front of Lu Qingshan. It was so brilliant that others could not see what was happening.

In an instant, after the exploding sword energy, the White Frost Sword Master was approaching again, thundering and roaring everywhere he passed.

Lu Qingshan did not panic.

Between his eyebrows, a purple-gold lotus mark flashed, and the petals were in full bloom, shining brightly.

The purple-gold sword domain has dispersed.

His figure appeared silently and without a trace, behind the White Frost Sword Master.

The two poles are reversed and transformed.

[Return] Word Secret.

The cyan sword light struck at the back of the White Frost Sword Master, crossing the space and arriving in an instant, giving the White Frost Sword Master no chance to turn around.

Secret Sword·The Spring Breeze Returns.

Feeling the sharpness coming from his back, the Baishuang Sword Master's eyes were stern, he shouted angrily, and he forced himself to breathe, giving birth to sword energy like a lotus, blocking Lu Qingshan's Fuyao.

Then he finally underestimated the power of Lu Qingshan's sword. As if a bell was struck, his whole body swayed forward, and only then was he able to remove the power of the sword.

After holding back the fishy smell and swallowing the mouthful of blood foam in his throat, the Baishuang Sword Master turned around expressionlessly and looked at Lu Qingshan, who could be called the "Leader of Sword Cultivators in Tianyuan Year".

Feeling ashamed and angry at being at a disadvantage.

A swordsman of his level can always remain calm during battle no matter what.

This is the innate fighting quality of sword cultivators.

In other words, sword cultivators without such fighting qualities would have died long ago.

........

The White Frost Sword Master took a big step back.

The wind and clouds are rising, and frost and snow appear.

This is his legal domain.

A sword struck out.

First, I heard the continuous thunderous explosions, and then I saw the white frost sword tearing the sky apart with one strike.

This sword is like freehand splashing of ink, the edge of the sword is the edge of the pen, and the void is the paper, drawing a beautiful and huge arc.

The sword energy waterfall poured down like ink, falling down.

Lu Qingshan looked gloomy and took a deep breath.

The cyan Fuyao drew a half-moon arc in the sky, and sword shadows filled the sky.

In autumn, the old hibiscus is frosted overnight, and the moonlight shines on the lake.

Secret Sword·Autumn Frost.

One hundred and eight sword shadows hang upside down like a waterfall, touching the sword energy waterfall and melting into each other.

The White Frost Sword Master kept drawing out his sword, splashing ink down.

Lu Qingshan rowed against the current, drifting, but like the mainstay, he always stood firm.

The offensive and defensive positions of the two were constantly changing, each with its own unique characteristics. The battlefield had moved hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye, disturbing the sky at Yanlan Pass.

The master of Baishuang Sword was condescending and became more courageous the more he fought. He kept drawing out his sword, letting Lu Qingshan fight against him, but he was confident that the straw that would break the camel's back would come.

In just half a quarter of an hour, he had already made no less than three thousand strokes. Lu Qingshan, on the other hand, accepted all who came and took over the three thousand waterfalls of sword energy.

Finally, the turning point came.

A light brighter than sunlight suddenly lit up next to the White Frost Sword Master.

There was no sound, no warning, it just appeared unexpectedly and pierced directly between his eyebrows.

At this moment, the sword move in Baishuang Sword Master's hand suddenly stopped and he stood there stunned.

Tens of thousands of stars can only be seen in the dark night, and a wisp of dust can only be seen in the bright sun.

Yuan Mysterious Sword, see you soon!

A mysterious sword issued by the soul of the Tribulation Realm.

It comes without a sound and leaves without a trace. It ignores all the defenses and kills the soul directly.

Lu Qingshan prepared three thousand swords just for this moment to be unprepared.

[Return] The secret word reappears.

In the midst of lightning and flint, Lu Qingshan appeared above the figure of the White Frost Sword Master.

There was a terrifying force coming out of the Fuyao Sword. Wherever it passed, colorful clouds rolled up and down, gathering and dispersing invisible.

It rains continuously and I don’t know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep.

Secret Sword, Xia Yuluo.

The most powerful explosive sword.

It was only then that the White Frost Sword Master came back to his senses and his mind became clear.

On the line between victory and defeat, he unexpectedly raised his left palm to meet Lu Qingshan's sword. He knew that Fuyao would pierce his palm, but he still didn't hesitate at all.

Poof!
To be continued...