This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 937 - 12 Spring Breeze Can Return2

Lu Qingshan slightly squinted his eyes.

The Sword Intent in his chest grew more vigorous, more crisp, continuously developing, with the circulation of energy.

In his heart and mind, many realizations were confirming each other.

Li Qiubai abandoned Sword Techniques in pursuit of Sword Intent, embarking on the Sword Immortal’s path.

This is very powerful, but it is rely Li Qiubai’s path, not the Sword Dao of Lu Qingshan.

He only absorbed the vital essence, benefiting greatly in confirming his swordsmanship.

The next instant, Lu Qingshan extended his fingers, unconsciously drawing in the void.

Li Qiubai turned around, glanced at Lu Qingshan.

Others might not see anything unusual, but how could he not?

At Lu Qingshan’s fingertips, there was an invisible circulation of energy, ready to burst forth at any mont.

It was evident that Lu Qingshan had gained so insight from this sword, only a step away from a breakthrough.

Indeed, he had a bit of insight, making it not in vain... to value him so greatly.

However, this seemingly simple final step is not so easy to break through.

Many people, in this way, find themselves stuck at this critical juncture for life, unable to enter.

Of course, Li Qiubai has never experienced this kind of feeling of detainnt in his life.

However, even though he hadn’t experienced it, he had seen it many tis.

If this kid can take this last step soday, then it wouldn’t be in vain for him to see today’s sword.

With these thoughts, the Sword Immortal withdrew his gaze.

Here, Lu Qingshan remained silent, gradually closing his eyes.

In his mind, he continuously recalled the mont when Li Qiubai pointed his sword and severed the river.

As the mories repeated, Lu Qingshan didn’t notice that the divine script in his Primordial Spirit, representing the six words of Vast Wilderness, began to emit a faint glow.

Currently, in the Lan Cang River where Lu Qingshan was, all the river water was mystical water, heavy and cold to the bone.

Yet life is always resilient, no matter where, corresponding creatures will exist.

At this mont, in the divided Lan Cang River, there was an extraordinary koi fish that could live in the mystical water, seemingly startled by the sudden changes, suddenly leaping out of the water.

After a flick of its tail in the air, the koi returned to the river.

But the hundred-pound mystical water splashed high due to its movent.

Water droplets filled the sky.

After the frigid mist was cleared by Li Qiubai, the long-sunlight-deprived Water Cloud Platform was finally unveiled to the daylight.

Under the sunlight’s reflection, these water droplets shimred with colorful hues, incredibly beautiful.

Lu Qingshan tily opened his eyes, his spirit shining brightly.

His eyes slightly tightened, and his fingers bent a bit, neither quick nor slow, lightly flicking.

After a flick of his finger.

Li Qiubai, who had just retracted his gaze, suddenly turned sideways.

Oh? This kid.....

Has he actually entered the gate?

He murmured to himself.

It seems I was mistaken.

...

Bang.

Among the splattering water droplets, one seed to be struck by an invisible force, instantly drifting away.

Everyone heard the sound.

Lu Ming Liang, waiting silently to the side, widened his eyes, his gaze following this insignificant droplet as it continued forward.

Dong.

This droplet surged forward, collided with another droplet, quickly linking together, making a crisp but pleasant ding-dong sound.

But this was far from over.

Two droplets.

Three droplets.

Four droplets.

Five droplets.

......

Ten droplets.

Hundred droplets.

Thousand droplets.

Every collision emitted a clear sound.

The ding-dong sound, harmonized together like a pipa lody.

The strings’ clamor and discord mix and blend, big pearls and small pearls drop on a jade plate.

The filling of the sky water droplets were strung into a line.

The cold spring’s stark chord pauses, its sound ceasing temporarily.

Finally, the music stopped.

At this mont, silence prevailed over sound.

The water line had already condensed into a sword.

A Water Sword.

Like the sudden rupture of a silver bottle, water and wine burst.

The Water Sword spiraled forward, shooting straight at an iron chain crossing the river.

Like a dragon absorbing water.

This sword seed to cleave through space.

When it was still so distance from the chain, the light around the Water Sword distorted strangely.

Soon after, the Water Sword disappeared abruptly, leaving no remnant shadows, only the faint breeze from its motion.

Clang!

In an instant.

Where the chain was, a similar breeze swept by, light distorting.

The vanished Water Sword reappeared suddenly, striking the chain.

The icy cold on the chain instantly crumbled to dust and scattered.

The next mont, infinite Sword Qi erupted from the Water Sword.

The Water Sword was nothing but a thread, yet it contained astonishing Sword Qi and Sword Intent.

It seed to want to annihilate all, flashing with a withering, deathly aura.

True Annihilation Intent.

On the river surface for a mont, Sword Intent stood severe, indistinguishable whether it was the escape of the Sword Immortal’s Sword Intent or the growth of Lu Qingshan’s Sword Intent.

Clang clang clang!

The rumbling sound was endless.

Sword Qi began to cascade down like a Milky Way, piercing into that chain.

A gentle pop.

This chain, made of Millennium Mystic Iron, finally could not bear its weight, getting pierced, revealing a hole.

This chain, crafted by the Artifact Refiners of the Water Cloud Platform, was actually part of the grand formation constituting the Water Cloud Platform.

Although the Formation was restrained now, with its power not manifesting, just by its material alone, these chains were very exceptional, even a Divinity Transformation Sword Cultivator might not sever these chains in a short ti.

Yet now, under the flick of a Fifth Realm Sword Cultivator, the chain was effortlessly pierced.

An exquisite technique at its pinnacle.

Lu Ming Liang was stunned.

He never expected that one day, an Eighth Realm Cultivator like himself would be so astonished by a Fifth Realm Sword Cultivator.

Here, Lu Qingshan was savoring the feeling of the sword technique he executed, akin to an Azure Dragon breaching the water, wanting to rember this sensation.

In his Primordial Spirit, on the exquisitely ford Primordial Divine Script, the strange symbol representing the "Return" word had begun to glow, lines like engraved iron and silver hooks.

With golden light shining brilliantly, divine brilliance reflected.

Under the golden glow, that strange symbol gradually detached from the divine script of the six words of Vast Wilderness, floating above Lu Qingshan’s sea of consciousness.

The next mont, starlight scattered from within.

After a blink of an eye.

The "Return" word had dispersed into the air, transforming into scattered starlight, leaving no trace.

This was because...

At this mont, Lu Qingshan finally fully comprehended the secret of the "Return" word.

The prior Spring Breeze Returns was rely a prototype of a Sword Technique.

But now, Spring Breeze Returns could be called a mastery.

A Sword Dao Mastery realized and created by him.

A path brilliant as the sun and moon, Sword Light like a rainbow, pursuing extre speed, yet possessing exceptional might, a Fast Sword Technique.

Seemingly a simple sword, yet containing nurous intricate Sword Techniques, hiding a chilling Sword Intent.

There was the Wind Slash, the Seven Extres, Annihilation, Slaughter, and also Immortal....

There was also the Return word intent, and Li Qiubai’s immortal sword.

But only present, not comprehensive.

The core vital essence was Lu Qingshan’s own.

Lu Qingshan lowered his fingers, exhaling lightly.

After this sword, he released the abundant Sword Intent that had been stored in his chest for a long ti, feeling incomparably elated.

"Lu kid, what’s the na of this move?" Li Qiubai asked with interest.

Until today, there are very few sword techniques that can catch his eye.

Lu Qingshan’s sword did it.

"Spring Breeze Returns," replied Lu Qingshan.

Today, Li Qiubai severed the river with a finger.

He, Lu Qingshan, with one sword, brought back the spring breeze.