This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 550: 45: Deciding the Winner

Chapter 550: Chapter 45: Deciding the Winner

Erald Peach Blossom slashed down, compressing all the air around it and creating a spreading wave of turbulence.

The long sword pierced the space, viciously stabbing toward Luo Yi.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Luo Yi thrust out his left palm, a surging strength converging in his hand, from which a wild aura emanated.

Clang!

Luo Yi’s fleshy palm made contact with Lu Qingshan’s top-grade heavenly artifact-quality Peach Blossom, producing a sharp, piercing clang of tal that burst into the air.

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The flesh and blood body was indistinguishable from tal and iron.

“The strongest magic artifact of a Body Cultivator will always be their physical body,” this saying was by no ans an empty talk.

Boom!

A terrifying strength erupted at the mont of the palm-sword contact.

Then, Luo Yi’s expression underwent a dramatic transformation akin to a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

From originally wearing a small smile to suddenly changing to disbelief, and finally, fear erged.

—The strength contained in this strike of Lu Qingshan’s surpassed the information given by his father, exceeded his imagination, and by a very, very large margin at that.

Squeak, squeak!

Sparks flashed over his left palm which was covered in scales.

The formidable force from the sword shook him, forcing his body to retreat backward.

The mont Lu Qingshan got the upper hand, he didn’t relent, charging forward, closely pursuing Luo Yi who was sliding backward.

Anyone observing at this point could tell, that in this clash between the Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword and the Dharma Aspect tamorphosis, Lu Qingshan had the absolute upper hand.

“How is this possible?” Marquis Luotang’s heart hamred wildly on the spectator stand, where he had been barely maintaining a calm facade and now could no longer contain himself. He stood up excitedly, staring intently at the interlocking figures of Lu Qingshan and Luo Yi on the stage.

The scene before him was simply inconceivable.

The strength displayed in this strike by Lu Qingshan was excessively powerful.

Ominously powerful.

It far exceeded the information he had investigated.

According to the information, Lu Qingshan’s Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword should have been at the level of five tis the force.

Given the strength of Luo Yi’s left palm after Dharma Aspect tamorphosis, it should have definitely been capable of easily resisting it.

That’s why when he saw Luo Yi and Lu Qingshan’s palm-sword contact, he thought the winner had already been determined.

“Lu Qingshan’s execution of the Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword has reached a very high realm,” next to him, a Great Xia cultivator asserted, “The power is above tenfold. His attack power was already comparable to that of a Void Refining Cultivator, and with this amplification, even Luo Yi should not have chosen to face it head-on. Luo Yi was impulsive.”

Everyone can play at being a Monday morning quarterback, right?

Hearing this, Marquis Luotang couldn’t help but feel a mix of scorn and frustration.

The problem was, who could tell him how Lu Qingshan had managed to increase the power of the Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword to such a level in just three months?

Could it be that he had hidden it beforehand?

Marquis Luotang thought of Lu Qingshan suddenly advancing to the Slaughter Sword Intent of Perfection Realm and shivered inside.

This person was indeed too good at biding his ti, to have concealed this much!

How could a disciple of the Sword Sect be so patient? You are a Sword Cultivator!

The cultivators who had previously thought that Lu Qingshan’s techniques had always been just those three types exchanged looks.

The moves were the sa, but the power had multiplied several tis.

The sa three types?

Elentary math and advanced calculus are both mathematics, but can you claim they are the sa thing?

On the field.

Lu Qingshan, with eyes brimming with chill, aggressively forced Luo Yi backward, the fluctuations from his sword oppressively heavy on the heart.

The rampant Sword Qi slashed around like knives.

Burst, burst, burst!

The sound of clothing tearing followed.

Luo Yi’s physical body could barely withstand the Sword Qi, but his clothing was not so miraculous.

His outer garnt shattered, with fragnts flying about, and soon his upper body was bare, revealing leopard print patterns on his skin.

That’s harsh on the eyes!

“Not good!” soone exclaid.

The mont Luo Yi’s clothes burst, his eyes turned bloodshot and teeth gritted as he thrust out his right palm toward Lu Qingshan.

His right palm was glowing, though scales had not erged yet, the might was still overwhelming.

He grabbed with his right hand toward Lu Qingshan’s arm, preparing for close combat.

Could he be aiming for a coback against the wind?

Soone thought.

Thunk!

Two lightning arcs struck Luo Yi’s right hand at that mont, gushing blood imdiately. Luo Yi cried out in pain, and under the attack of Oblivion and Dragon Sparrow, his arm broke and swung away.

This injury reached the bone.

“You have two arms, but don’t forget, I have three swords,” said Lu Qingshan softly.

At this mont, the glow on Luo Yi’s leopardized left palm had dimd.

Crack.

A sound of fracture echoed.

Shattered, naturally, were not the Peach Blossoms but the silver scales on Luo Yi’s left palm.

After this crisp sound, those silver scales quickly cracked.

“With the scales shattered, Luo Yi’s technique is broken,” Spirit Moon excitedly said. “The winner will be decided soon.”

Though she had already seen through the montum of both individuals on the field and was sure Lu Qingshan would win this battle, the intense and perilous fight between Lu Qingshan and Luo Yi still made her sowhat anxious. It was only now, as victory was nearly assured, that she could let go of her tensed-up heart.

Lin Yao, standing beside her, though silent, also unknowingly relaxed her tightly clenched fists at this mont.

Boom!

Lu Qingshan’s Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword finally shattered the might on Luo Yi’s left palm.

The scales broke apart, turning into dozens, even hundreds of fragnts, scattering in all directions like willow-leaf flying knives, gleaming with a cold light.

However, the center from which the scales shot out saw a figure flying backward, colliding against the golden barrier of the small arena domain and then helplessly falling down.

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