Chapter 36: Stunning the Entire Audience! Three-Inch Sword Qi!

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  He took a deep look at Lu Qing, and a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the three guardians on the platform, who simultaneously turned their heads to Xuan Qing and said: "Congratulations, Peak Master, you have gained another excellent disciple." They all saw through Lu Qing's cultivation, and everyone knew that Lu Qing was brought up the mountain by Xuan Qing himself, so it was no wonder that the three of them had some thoughts.

  In fact, among the five peaks of Zixia Sect, not all inner sect disciples are direct disciples of the peak master. It's like in a school, where teachers can teach anyone, but only true private students will be handed over to the inner chamber disciple, while others can only be considered as nominal disciples. For example, the four great guardians have taken in several disciples, and after being accepted, they receive help from their masters in terms of cultivation conditions and other aspects. Unconsciously, the status of these recorded disciples is higher than that of ordinary inner sect disciples without a master, and it's another goal for many inner sect disciples to strive for.

  As for the guardian, Xuan Qing's status as a disciple is much higher. Not only can he receive guidance and support from Sword Soul Realm sword masters, but other conditions will also be equipped with the best. Most importantly, the position of future Peak Master may be passed down to him, representing infinite power. So far, Xuan Qing has only one disciple, who is Nie Qingtian, revered by all guardians.

  On the other hand, Xuán Qīng's face was calm and unruffled, but his eyes flickered slightly as he slowly tapped his index finger on the armrest, making a clear sound that made the three guardians around him dare not speak, and instead shifted their attention to the sword stand.

  For a moment, everyone was shocked by Lu Qing's horizontal leap, not because he had leaped a great distance - most of the inner sect disciples present could easily do that. The problem was that when he landed on the sword platform, the black iron sword only trembled slightly. That was a black iron sword that had been inserted into the ground three inches deep; even a slight increase in force would cause it to tilt. So for many years, what many inner sect disciples were worried about during the big competition wasn't their cultivation or swordsmanship being inferior to their senior brothers ahead of them, but rather this uncontrollable sword platform.

  But Lu Qing's fall showed something, without saying anything else, just this control over strength and physical muscles and skin already surpassed most of the people present, making many people feel ashamed, they were not even as good as a half-grown boy who was not yet thirteen years old.

  "Shu Yu, it's your turn." Seeing Lu Qing, his words were still somewhat respectful, and he didn't say much more. He waved his hand to let Shu Yu, who was originally at the end of the line behind Lu Qing, take the stage.

  Compared to Lu Qing, Jian Yu's attire was much more spirited. He wore a black martial arts uniform that tightly wrapped around his body, with a black iron longsword grasped in his hand. As the last of the inner sect disciples, he walked out and jumped up like Lu Qing, but when he landed, it was slightly different. The black iron sword shook violently before being thrust straight into the ground an inch deep.

  His face turned red, and he bowed his head with his hands clasped together towards Lu Qing: "Lu Shidi, let's begin."

  Lu Qing also knew this young man, who was the sturdy youth standing beside him during morning practice. Lu Qing had a good impression of him and his purpose today wasn't just that, so he immediately said: "Brother, please make your move."

  He hesitated for a moment, rubbing his head: "Junior brother, you haven't even built your foundation yet, so why don't you go first? Otherwise, senior brother's sword will be too fast."

  Looking at Shi Yu with a sincere face, Lu Qing smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, brother, it's not that easy to win against me."

  "Hmm, okay, be careful." Upon hearing Lu Qing say this, Shu Yu no longer held back. His long sword flashed in his hand, drawing a circular arc, with two inches of solar sword energy emerging from the top. The purple sword energy quickly moved along the hilt and swiftly enveloped Lu Qing's head and neck.

  With his right hand grasping the hilt of the sword behind him, Lu Qing's figure retreated rapidly as he approached Bu Yu, his footsteps light and agile, his body seemingly weightless as he swiftly tapped the hilt, as if calculating something. The distance between them was strangely maintained at one zhang, and in an instant, a distance of ten zhang flashed by.

  Are we going to win? Looking at the edge that is about to arrive, a hint of joy flashed in Shu Yu's eyes. After all, no one wants to be replaced by a new apprentice. However, at this moment, Shu Yu's heart has a faint sense of unease, as if everything was too easy. With just one sword, he could force down the Sword Servant who had suddenly become light as a feather. It's a bit dizzying, after all, he witnessed that battle in the grand hall with his own eyes.

  As expected, when retreating back to the last three zhang, Lu Qing's great sword instantly left its scabbard.

  Wū, the body shape quickly turned around, the Lian Xin sword drew a perfect arc from bottom to top, and the huge weight brought up a strong gust of wind. Chāo Yáng Qī Shì First Move: Bō Yún Xiàn Rì (Sweeping Clouds Seeing the Sun).

  Looking at the gradually rising great sword, Shu Yu felt as if he was facing a majestic mountain that was about to rise, and yet it seemed somewhat elusive. A daze began to set in before his eyes, and his heart immediately turned pale with fright, his footsteps quickening.

  Bang, bang, bang——

  He successively knocked down several black iron swords, and retreated dozens of feet in a row. He couldn't help but reveal a wry smile, the gap between their swordsmanship was too great, sometimes it could also make up for the difference in cultivation. For the first time, Shu Yu had a strong yearning and awe for the realm of effortlessly wielding heavy objects as if they were light.

  But Lu Qing took advantage of the victory to pursue, and even the Heart Sword did not have a hint of light, and was actually purely relying on the physical strength accumulated over time to display his swordsmanship. The two exchanged more than ten moves in the blink of an eye, each time, when Bu Yu thought he was about to chop Lu Qing's great sword, relying on this superior sword energy that could certainly blast away the sword in his hand, but unfortunately found that Lu Qing's sword was like a fish swimming in water, every time it was about to be struck, it would always slip away from the tiny gap.

  But the prolonged external release of sword energy was still a great burden for Bao Yu, who had just entered the Sword Realm for a year or so. The dozens of breaths in this exchange alone had consumed three-tenths of his internal sword yuan, and if he continued like this, he would be slowly drained to death by Lu Qing.

  With a bite of his teeth, his body suddenly flew out three zhang. "Originally prepared to try and break through the 52nd position while keeping this sword move in reserve, but since my junior brother's swordsmanship is so extraordinary, I won't hold back! Rising Sun Thirteen Swords, sixth form: Morning Star Conceals the Moon!"

  With a loud shout from Bundou, a dazzling purple light burst forth from the long sword in his hand, as if it were a morning star foretelling the dawn. The long sword spun rapidly in his palm, and the sword energy wrapped around it swiftly sliced through the surrounding air, producing a fierce explosive sound.

  Whoosh——

  A feathered arrow shot out, revealing a sincere heart. The long sword transformed into a purple stream of light that darted straight towards Lu Qing's chest, its speed so fast that in his eyes, Lu Qing absolutely couldn't dodge it, and the only way was to retreat four zhang and fall off the sword platform.

  What!

  In the gaze of Zhu Yu, Lu Qing stood quietly, his eyes calmly watching as his figure drew closer and closer, a apologetic smile playing on the corners of his mouth.

  Sorry, yes, that's obvious, Bundou can be sure of it.

  "Get out of the way—" Some people in the lower seats had already begun to whisper, In the team, Duan Qingyun clenched his fists tightly and stared at Lu Qing on the sword platform. Yu Jihua and Zhao Qianye stood in the front row with calm expressions, while Nie Qingtian, who was standing in the first position, showed a hint of playful expression in his eyes.

  What!

  In the midst of almost all the disciples' exclamations, Lu Qing's hand holding the Lian Xin sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling purple light. The sword body instantly floated up a layer of sharp sword energy, and the purple light wrapped around it. The sword tip then shot out three inches long of sharp sword energy, shattering the air in front of him in an instant.

  The pinnacle of the small heaven of swordsmen!

  "How is it possible?"

  "In half a year, from Jian Shi Zhu Ji Yuan becoming a Swordsman, to advancing into the pinnacle of the Little Heaven's Swordsman position, what kind of speed is this?"

  "Could he be a direct descendant of one of the five great families?"

  "It's unlikely that it can have such speed."

  "I remember that even the fastest Zixia Peak of this generation was only slightly stronger than him back then."

  "I said how come he was willing to leave his mountain and join our sect back then, it turns out that Master's vision is indeed far-sighted!"

  Just as everyone was discussing, the Lian Xin sword in Lu Qing's hand also transformed into a perfect arc. The purple awn on the sword tip burst out, instantly covering the light of the opponent's Bundao sword tip. The Lian Xin sword rotated in his palm, and the massive body swept away the surrounding air with a loud explosion. The rotating sword body seemed like a giant purple cone, gathering all its sharpness at the purple extreme point of the cone tip.

  Hiss... Hiss...

  Two purple lights clashed, withering and crumbling like dry wood. The Heart Refining Sword instantly shattered the purple light, pressing against the black iron sword as it thrust forward.

  Like withered wood, several cracking sounds rang out, unable to withstand the overwhelming force on his heart, the black iron sword in Bundou's hand suddenly shattered inch by inch. He stared blankly at the remaining bare hilt in his hand, and a purple sword aura flashed beside his ear, Bundou muttered in disbelief: "I... lost——"

  The entire arena was silent, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly. The crowd stared at the figure of the young man standing proudly on the sword platform, and for the first time, they discovered that this usually unassuming figure was so dazzling.

  His face also showed some surprise. Although the old man with long eyebrows had already seen through Lu Qing's cultivation, the recent exchange still made him feel shocked and amazed. The slightly awkward but precise momentum, the accurate grasp of force, especially the swordsmanship realm that was as light as a feather, was something that could only be understood after a long period of swordsmanship accumulation. How old was he? Thirteen years old? Maybe it's still a bit early for him.