Chapter 37: Lift Heavy as Light, Great Momentum Accomplished!

  However, soon after, a burst of applause erupted from the scene, with only a group of inner sect disciples looking embarrassed. Today was originally their day to show off, but they didn't expect to be stolen by Lu Qing, this new young man. Especially for several people, Lu Qing stood on the sword platform, vaguely feeling several malicious gazes, among them were Tai Yun and Gong Yangyu, especially Gong Yangyu, apart from the deep dissatisfaction on his face, there was also a hint of incredulity in his eyes, he couldn't believe that Lu Qing had made such a big breakthrough in just half a year.

  There were still a few people that Lu Qing didn't recognize, but judging from where they stood, there seemed to be an accumulation of inner sect disciples on both sides, apparently with considerable influence.

  Looking again at the second row, Duan Qingyun was grinning and waving his fists at him, while Yu Jihua in front of him had a smile on his face. Zhao Qianye still had no expression, but Nie Qingtian was smiling slyly and patting his shoulder, saying something to him.

  He turned his head to look at Chang Mei, who was carving something on a white jade board with a jade knife. After a few strokes, he looked up and said to Lu Qing: "According to the rules of previous sessions, the winner of one round can continue to challenge or accumulate points. At the same time, they can choose any opponent in the same cultivation level. Once they win, they will replace the ranking, but if they lose, they will remain in their original position."

  After listening to the old man's words, Lu Qing lowered his head and thought for a moment before asking: "May I ask who is the one with the highest ranking among those who cultivate together with me?"

  A look of sudden understanding appeared on his face, and he lowered his head to take a glance at the ranking on the jade board. His long eyebrows rose as he replied, "The highest one is Zhuo Bu Fan, ranked twenty-sixth, and the sword cultivator Xiao Tian is at the peak."

  "Please, Master Zhuo, teach me!" Lian Xin's sword pointed diagonally at the ground, Lu Qing loudly invited battle, since he came up today, he must have a good fight. Lu Qing's will to fight surged up in an instant, and the aura on his body became more and more vigorous, causing the clothes on his body to flutter.

  Another commotion erupted in the arena, as people gazed at Lu Qing standing on the sword platform with his sword slanted and his aura surging. Many suddenly had a feeling that no matter what this young man wanted to do, he would definitely succeed.

  Among the disciples of Neizong, a young man in his early twenties jumped up and landed steadily on the sword platform. The black iron sword under his feet only trembled slightly, showing that his control over his strength was not inferior to Lu Qing's. Bu Yu, who had lost the battle, did not show any frustration, but instead admired Lu Qing with a nod and a fist bump before jumping off the platform.

  Looking at Lu Qing's imposing figure across from him, Zhuo Bu Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in his heart. He thought to himself that even if Lu Qing had exceptional talent and had recently broken through, he definitely wasn't as skilled as him in controlling the Sword Origin, and his realm was probably still unstable. As long as he made an effort to steady himself, with his current cultivation at the peak of the Small Sky Realm, how could he possibly lose? He silently gave himself a boost of confidence.

  He drew out his own Purple Cloud Sword, and a fierce aura rose from Zuo Bu Fan's body as well. Without holding back, the purple sword was instantly shrouded in a purple solar sword energy, with three inches of sword energy extending from the tip of the sword, pointing towards Lu Qing.

  The sword with a hint of purple copper, was about fifth-grade, Lu Qing estimated as he looked at the opponent's hand holding a broad and long purple sword. He then glanced at his own current Lian Xin, the deep blue sword body emitted a cold glow, weighing around 100-200 kilograms in his hand. After Huang Lao's re-casting and adding Xuan Tie, Lian Xin had reached sixth-grade. With his physical strength gradually improving in Mingyue Pool, the now over 200-kilogram Lian Xin was just right for him to wield.

  The divine consciousness of the Divine Court was also boiling at this moment, and all thoughts were concentrated on the Heart Refining Technique in his hand. Lu Qing felt that the fresh blood flowing through his body was being burned by a fierce blue flame, and a huge force was accumulating in his body.

  Could not help but look up to the sky and let out a long whistle, the whistling sound was like thunder rolling, at the same time the Lian Xin sword burst out with three inches of sword energy, the sword body brought with it intense wind pressure that exploded the air in front, towards Zhuo Bu Fan's single-handed sword slash.

  Calm in the face of danger, Zhuo Bu Fan is obviously not comparable to the previous Shi Yu. The long-term accumulation of the Sword Holder's stage has brought about extremely rich combat experience. At this moment, the Thirteen Swords of Dawn unfolded, and unlike Shi Yu, except for the last three ultimate moves, Zhuo Bu Fan had already grasped the first nine styles after years of immersion. When he displayed them, it was as if the sky was illuminated by a million purple lights, and no matter where Lu Qing's sword tip appeared, he could instantly counterattack from the gap.

  Seeing that pure brute force was ineffective, Lu Qing changed his sword style and launched the Thirteen Swords of Dawn once again. During his half-month retreat, he relied on the experiences and discussions left behind by his predecessors and his own mastery of the light-as-a-feather swordsmanship to successfully integrate the first ten moves. If time had not been pressing, Lu Qing would have liked to try to comprehend the last three ultimate techniques as well.

  At this moment, he unfolded his move, and his mind suddenly entered the realm of lifting heavy as light. Zuo Bufan knew something was wrong after receiving one move, the sword style in front of him was continuous and unbroken, and the same set of thirteen swords of the rising sun felt even more familiar than himself, and every time two swords intersected, there was a surge of great power transmitted to his shoulder, shaking his shoulder bone numb.

  This made Zhuo Bufan secretly scold in his heart: How old is this kid, yet he possesses such great brute strength, could it be that he has the blood of a wild man from the vast wilderness?

  Feeling his right arm gradually going numb, Zhuo Bu Fan slowly discovered that the trajectory of the opponent's sword was becoming increasingly blurred. For a moment, he couldn't grasp its trajectory at all, as if every sword strike was constantly increasing in power, his mental energy being rapidly consumed.

  It's as light as a feather! This is the realm of "light as a feather"! Suddenly, Zhuo Bu Fan's mind flashed with inspiration and he exclaimed, as a qualified inner sect disciple who was already 22 years old this year. He had personally experienced the swordsmanship realm of "light as a feather" when sparring with his senior brothers in the past, but the feeling of being suppressed to only passive defense was really suffocating. However, he just couldn't do anything about it.

  Relying on brute force? His cultivation is about the same as Lu Qing's, at most he just entered a bit earlier, but there is no absolute difference in strength.

  On Lu Qing's hands, the Heart Refining Sword seemed to have stirred up a crazy storm, with an enormous aura that locked onto Zhuo Bu Fan's body. As the Soul Refining Incantation rotated, Lu Qing slowly sank into a state of weightlessness. Some of the moves in the first ten styles of the Rising Sun Thirteen Swords that were not smooth before were now being perfected in his exchange with Zhuo Bu Fan. The purple sword energy on the Heart Refining Sword was becoming more and more vigorous, with the sound of breaking air constantly ringing out.

  "This kid is really perceptive!" A middle-aged guardian with a slightly dark complexion couldn't help but exclaim in praise. The other two guardians also nodded one after another, and a hint of envy appeared on their faces, seemingly very pleased with Lu Qing's performance. However, they immediately turned their gaze to several places among the inner sect disciples below the stage, and their eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

  Xuan Qing, who was sitting in the first place, still had no change in his expression. The only thing that changed was that the number of times he tapped his fingers on the armrest became fewer and fewer, but each sound made the three guardians beside him hear clearly.

  The tenth move: Clouds Open and Fog Disperses!

  On the sword platform, Lu Qing let out a loud shout, and his aura surged to its peak in an instant. A layer of purple, swirling, sharp sword energy appeared on his body. The Heart-Refining Sword drew a strange arc, reversing direction twice as it passed over his head. His body flipped through several rotations, his feet rapidly tapping the hilt of the sword. The great sword descended with a momentum that seemed to split heaven and earth.

  The outer disciples watching from below were mesmerized, especially those who had luckily built their foundation and broken through to the sword cultivator stage in middle age. They stared intently at every move Lu Qing made, as if they feared that if they blinked, they would miss something. At this point, the outcome of the battle was already very clear. Looking at Zhuo Bu Fan's hurried and flustered defense, and Lu Qing's majestic and fierce attack, it was obvious who was superior.

  Among the inner sect disciples who were surrounded, the last two rows of disciples mostly looked at Lu Qing on the sword platform with eyes full of admiration and respect, as if they couldn't wait to replace him at this moment. However, in the front three rows, except for the top disciple in the first row, most of them were watching Lu Qing's movements with serious eyes. These people, including Duan Qingyun, were ranked from 30th to 11th, and their cultivation was all at the Sword Holder stage. Except for Duan Qingyun and the six people above him, the others had not yet entered the realm of wielding a heavy sword as if it were light, so if they accidentally clashed with Lu Qing later on, there was even a possibility of being defeated.

  Looking at Zhuo Bu Fan again, facing Lu Qing's sword that was at the peak of its momentum, it seemed as if a bright purple line of destruction had appeared out of thin air, his body felt a chill from his brow to his toes. He raised his sword wanting to resist but couldn't grasp Lu Qing's trajectory that was as light as a feather, he wanted to escape but couldn't break free from Lu Qing's aura that enveloped him. In an instant, his heart turned to ashes, his eyes quietly closed, waiting for the end to arrive.

  "Ah——"

  At the moment when everyone almost wanted to scream, Lu Qing's great sword suddenly withdrew all its aura before reaching Zhuo Bu Fan's brow, and lightly tapped his forehead before withdrawing the sword and retreating several steps.

  Looking down at the direction of the inner sect disciples below, a strange surge of hot blood brewed in Lu Qing's heart. The aura on his body did not retreat due to the end of the battle, but instead became even more fierce. All thoughts in his mind seemed to have been ignited, and almost everyone he looked at shied away.

  Two consecutive victories, and this time he has fully entered the state of "weightlessness", Lu Qing's momentum in this competition has reached an unprecedented peak, as if it were destined to be. (It's here, asking for recommendation votes!)