This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 929 - 9 Tai’an, Hard to Find Peace_3

As in his Divine Sense perception, at the moment his Flying Sword struck towards the tavern, that middle-aged cultivator suddenly disappeared.

The next instant.

A wisp of black mist flashed by, appearing below, and rushed toward him.

Within the black mist, the middle-aged cultivator’s face was sinister.

He could confirm that Lu Qingshan was definitely only a Fifth Realm cultivator.

The distinction between Spiritual Power and Element Force was too obvious to disguise.

But the problem was that such a Fifth Realm cultivator posed a threat comparable to a Sixth Realm cultivator.

This filled him with immense shock.

However, he didn’t feel much fear in his heart.

This was a Sword Cultivator, physically frail, not to mention, still a Fifth Realm cultivator.

He, on the other hand, was a rightful Sixth Realm cultivator, confident that as long as he got close, he could heavily injure Lu Qingshan.

On this side, facing the aggressive middle-aged cultivator, Lu Qingshan also remained unafraid.

He was always one of the Sword Cultivators least afraid of close combat.

Indeed, with a Sword Cultivator’s physical body, being hit meant either death or injury.

This dilemma was something even Lu Qingshan couldn’t overcome.

The Heavenly Dao was always fair.

Sword Cultivators possess the strongest offensive power and the fastest Flying Swords; if they also had invincible physical bodies and astonishing defensive power, who would cultivate spells? Who would cultivate the body?

Everyone would have flocked to Sword Cultivation long ago!

Thus, close combat has always been a highly risky combat method for Sword Cultivators.

Lu Qingshan’s solution to this problem was very simple.

If getting hit was too dangerous, why not avoid getting hit?

With a thought, strange symbols quietly appeared in his black eyes.

Causality True Intent, miraculous: foresight.

At this moment.

Boom!

Faster than the middle-aged cultivator’s figure was a dazzling thunderbolt.

Came abruptly from the sky.

The speed of the thunderbolt was extremely fast, catching off guard.

Buzz!

But in the incredulous eyes of the middle-aged cultivator, Lu Qingshan already had the Dragon Sparrow in hand, made a slash mid-air; the sword produced blazing waves and Sword Qi, like a divine intuition, striking the suddenly incoming thunderbolt directly.

The thunderbolt instantly dissipated.

The middle-aged cultivator turned pale.

Lu Qingshan’s reaction speed and his combat power, capable of easily defeating his spell with Void Refining cultivation, deeply astonished him.

"What kind of monster is this? How can a Fifth Realm cultivator be so powerful?" Although the middle-aged cultivator still made a pouncing posture, a bit of hesitation arose in his heart.

He was tasked to guard Tai’an City, to intercept and eliminate anyone passing through Tai’an City before... to prevent the information about Tai’an City from leaking prematurely.

Upon seeing Lu Qingshan’s appearance, he silently mourned for Lu Qingshan in his heart.

A Fifth Realm cultivator, facing his ambush, what outcome was there but death?

Yet after just two hurried exchanges, the middle-aged cultivator fully realized the uniqueness of the Sword Cultivator before him.

In fact, he could say that in his thousand years of cultivation, he had never seen such a Sword Cultivator.

With myriad thoughts running through his mind, the middle-aged cultivator still charged forward relentlessly towards Lu Qingshan.

—No matter what, as a late-stage Divinity Transformation cultivator, he had no reason to retreat in the face of a Void Refining cultivator.

With a thought, countless arcs of thunder spread and wriggled around his body.

Purple lightning flashed brilliantly.

He abruptly transformed into a thunderball more than ten meters in diameter.

The crackling sound of thunder continuously erupted.

The thunderball smashed towards Lu Qingshan with immense momentum.

"Go!" To this, Lu Qingshan only pointed from afar.

Oblivion, which just hovered behind the middle-aged cultivator, instantly sped forth, chasing from behind with a speed far surpassing him, like a swallow returning, carving an eerie trail in the air, shooting towards the thunderball into which he had transformed.

"Such a fast Flying Sword!"

The middle-aged cultivator naturally sensed this situation.

However, his expression was very calm, without much reaction.

The speed of a Sword Cultivator’s Flying Sword was widely known.

Facing a Sword Cultivator, trying to dodge the Flying Sword wasn’t practical, facing it head-on was the only way.

He was confident in himself.

Boom!

A dazzling dark blue Sword Light streaked across the sky, lingering for a long time.

The Sword Light instantly tore through the surface lightning serpents of the thunderball, transforming into a sharp arrow, constantly digging deeper within.

Strength ultimately exhausts.

When Oblivion was halfway to the middle-aged cultivator’s main body, it was already spent.

He was a Divine Transformation cultivator.

Relying on a single Flying Sword to injure him was unrealistic.

This point did not surprise Lu Qingshan.

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In this brief moment, the middle-aged cultivator finally approached Lu Qingshan.

Of course, this was also because Lu Qingshan chose not to retreat.

"Die!" The middle-aged cultivator’s eyes were bloodshot, and his aura had climbed to its peak.

Reflected in his eyes were Lu Qingshan’s figure and movements.

Facing such a fierce attack, Lu Qingshan neither dodged nor avoided, merely raised his wrist and swung his sword towards him.

"You overestimate yourself!"

The middle-aged cultivator thought ferociously.

This spell of his, whether in impact or destructive power, was overwhelmingly fierce, how could it be withstood by a mere sword?

Moreover, he had now transformed into a thunderball more than ten meters in diameter.

In front of him, Lu Qingshan’s sword was like a toothpick.

Piercing a chicken egg with a toothpick, wasn’t this overestimating one’s abilities?

"Secret Sword, Heaven Suppressing."

Here, Lu Qingshan chanted softly in his heart.

The Spiritual Power within him surged out rapidly, instantly concentrating on the Dragon Sparrow in his hand.

The Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword with fifteen-fold power, Lu Qingshan’s most powerful burst technique.

The blazing red Dragon Sparrow swung out, compressing all the surrounding air, creating a spreading wave of air.

The space around the sword had already become a vacuum.

The Dragon Sparrow’s blade sliced through the air, the Sword Light outlined a long river, spectacularly, slashing towards the thunderball that the middle-aged cultivator had transformed into.

This Divine Transformation cultivator, enveloped entirely in terrifying thunder, suddenly widened his eyes in shock.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The Dragon Sparrow, carrying immense Sword Qi, like a river, surged forward, breaching the thunder, shattering the terrifying arcs, easily dispelling the apocalyptic thunderball, then swept towards the middle-aged cultivator’s head.

Splash!

A river inverted, Sword Qi running rampant.

This late-stage Divine Transformation cultivator, who once appeared so formidable, was reduced to a mist of blood beneath Lu Qingshan’s Dragon Sparrow.

Directly fallen!

At the moment the middle-aged cultivator fell.

In a certain place beneath Tai’an City.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened.

"What? He’s dead already?!"

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