Chapter 447: Chapter 4: The Cut-off Tide (Major Chapter)
“We’re about to witness a clash between the sword cultivators of the world and the disciples of the Sword Cleansing Pool,” Li Baoping said with eager anticipation.
No sooner had her words fallen than a figure flew out from the riverside, alighting in front of one of the two Golden Core Middle Stage disciples from the Sword Cleansing Pool.
“I am Ling Xin, disciple of the Jinghong Sect. I am not skilled, but I dare to ask for guidance from my fellow daoist,” said Ling Xin, his posture one of great humility.
“Sword Cleansing Pool, Jun Xiuyuan,” the chosen disciple of the Sword Cleansing Pool responded.
Both sword cultivators belonged to the External Sword Sect, and the very next mont saw them jumping into combat. The sword light was dazzling, and sword qi whirled through the air.
Li Baoping, watching from the Tide Watching Tower, was full of interest, cheering “Good!” at the exciting parts. Even the usually aloof Li Zhangong was absorbed in the spectacle.
But Lu Qingshan felt it was sowhat dull.
After all, these two Golden Core sword cultivators, who had not even comprehended Sword Intent, were simply lackluster in his eyes, less attractive than the snacks on the table.
The battle between the two sword cultivators on the river was at its height.
In the end, it was Jun Xiuyuan of the Sword Cleansing Pool who easily prevailed, exploiting a flaw exposed by Ling Xin and landing a decisive strike.
With this, the grand event at the Sword Cleansing Pool had officially begun.
Imdiately, six or seven more sword cultivators leaped out, challenging the disciples of the Sword Cleansing Pool.
For a ti, above the mighty Fengling River, the sword light flickered and the sound of swords clanged incessantly.
The battles between sword cultivators are like lightning strikes and firestones, changing in the blink of an eye, and always highly spectacular. Winners and losers are often determined in the space of a breath, to Li Baoping’s imnse satisfaction.
Of course, so far, the disciples of the Sword Cleansing Pool had maintained a record of complete victory.
After all, the purpose of the Sword Cleansing Pool’s grand event was to promote their prestige; the disciples they selected were naturally the elite of the sect.
Moreover, the gap in strength between disciples from a large sect like theirs and ordinary cultivators was already extraordinarily vast.
So it was not surprising that the disciples of the Sword Cleansing Pool maintained a streak of victories.
Lu Qingshan glanced up on a whim, looking into the distance where he could barely see a white line appearing far away.
The great tidal surge of the Fengling River was approaching.
By now, all fourteen disciples of the Sword Cleansing Pool had fought at least one round.
Only the wielder of the Jade Wave Sword, Qianliu, had yet to be challenged, his arms crossed as he hovered above the river, seemingly neglected.
——Self-awareness is sothing most people have.
A sword cultivator worthy of the Yellow List was not soone they were in the sa league with.
To challenge him? That would be an embarrassnt they need not subject themselves to.
“Even if they can’t win, soone should at least challenge him,” Li Baoping murmured anxiously as the great tide was about to co in.
Because once the tide receded, the Sword Cleansing event would also co to an end.
“Co on, soone brave… Otherwise, if no one challenges the Jade Wave Sword, won’t I miss out on seeing him in action? What a loss…” the young girl muttered.
Just then!
An aged swordsman with a withered face rose upon his sword, abruptly halting in front of Qianliu of the Jade Wave Sword, who had yet to be challenged.
“Qin Mountain of the Qin Family, Qin He, please enlighten with your Jade Wave Sword.”
“Yay! Soone finally ca!” exclaid Li Baoping, excitedly pumping her little fists. Without needing Lu Qingshan to ask, she started chattering away to him.
“Among the many sword cultivating families in Baizhou, our Qin Mountain Qin Family and the White Horse Li Family belong to the sa class of power.
This Qin He is the Family Head of the Qin Family, an old Nascent Soul of seven to eight hundred years old, and yet he shalessly challenges the Jade Wave Sword, who is even younger than his son.
But luckily he has no sha, or else I wouldn’t be able to witness the Jade Wave Sword’s skills!”
While Li Baoping gossiped, the battle had already begun.
Qin He too specialized in the sword techniques of the External Sword School, lunging forward with a ringing sound as he thrust his sword. The sword light was brilliant, and he unleashed all his mastery, sending forth a powerful and substantial pressure.
This was his Giant Mountain Sword Intent, of Middle Rank Intent.
When his sword was unleashed, it was as heavy as a giant mountain, utterly oppressive.
His strike was as heavy as a thousand catties.
Qianliu of the Jade Wave Sword then struck with a chi, and his Flowing Snow Sword instantly appeared in his hand.
The sword emitted a chilly radiance like snow, causing even Qin He to shudder.
Confronting Qin He’s oncoming strike, Qianliu simply pointed the Flowing Snow Sword forward, casually sweeping it out.
Whoosh!
The sound of waves emanated from within the sword.
All who saw this stroke felt as though countless waters surged from within that sword, forming waves that swept towards Qin He’s assault, overwhelmingly.
Qin He clenched his teeth and slashed down, trying to break through Qianliu’s strike with the might of a Giant Mountain.
Boom!
The waves crashed against the rocks.
Qin He’s Giant Mountain was not toppled by these waves, and he revealed a look of joy on his face, preparing to pursue his attack.
However, at that mont, the situation drastically changed.
Another round of even higher and more ferocious waves surged up, sweeping towards Qin He once again.
“The sword spawns nine layers of waves, each one stronger than the last,” Li Baoping exclaid excitedly. “This is the fad sword technique of the Jade Wave Sword, containing nine layers of force within a single stroke, as enduring as water. Few can match its strength. I wonder how many layers this shaless old man can withstand.”
Lu Qingshan watched intently, focusing on the skirmish above the river.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Four more intense collisions were heard.
In the next instant, as all the water and waves dissipated, the tip of Qianliu’s Flowing Snow Sword had already co to rest just at Qin He’s Dantian on the abdon.
Before everyone could react, Qin He, a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, had already admitted defeat.
This elderly swordsman of seven to eight hundred years lost utterly without resistance to Qianliu, a new generation sword cultivator.
“Thank you for the concession,” said the Jade Wave Sword graciously.
“Indeed, the Jade Wave Sword is formidable. I am unworthy by comparison,” admitted Qin He dully after a mont, conceding with sincere admiration.
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