t looked utterly unremarkable."It shouldn't be this coincidental to break through the demon pill stage, right"Qin Sang stared at the abyss, muttering under his breath. He opened the Corpse Puppet bag,...Mu Yifeng was more shocked than the people on board.
He distinctly remembered that the last time they parted ways, Qin Sang was only at the early stage of foundation building. Now his cultivation could rival his own, but to have such terrifying power...
One sword slays experts of the same realm!
After a brief lapse in consciousness, Mu Yifeng suddenly realized that now was not the time to dwell on such things. He hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Qin Sang, quickly explaining the presence of enemies on board, and then without hesitation turned back, his escape light non-stop, flying with all his might.
He was no longer able to fight, staying here would only become a burden for Qin Sang, so he had better retreat.
Qin Sang remained submerged, not surfacing. Witnessing Mu Yifeng's actions, he inwardly approved and gazed out at the distant water.
From Mu Yifeng, I learned that there were seven people on the boat.
There are two late Foundation Establishment cultivators who need Qin Sang to pay attention to, one of them is the owner of the awning boat, that is, the person standing at the bow of the boat.
Another person was injured. Qin Sang had previously seen someone sitting cross-legged at the stern of the boat, and estimated that this person was among them.
Before Qin Sang met them, Mu Yifeng had already fought a battle with the cultivators of the Heavenly Alliance.
Of course, during the great war, Xiaohan Domain was not alone in its fight against Mu Yifeng. Otherwise, he would not have been able to hold out for so long. But now, only he remains.
Along with Mu Yifeng, there was a fellow disciple from Shaohua Mountain named Kuang Yi. Qin Sang had heard of him.
Kuang Yi's cultivation was slightly superior to Mu Yifeng's, but unfortunately, during the battle, he was tightly entangled. Seeing that escape was hopeless, he desperately killed several people and severely injured one of the late Foundation Establishment cultivators. Only then did Mu Yifeng find an opportunity to break free.
Apart from the two cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, the other five had varying levels of cultivation, but they cooperated seamlessly, moving in a coordinated manner. If one were to be entangled by them, it would be difficult to break free.
Fortunately, the Tianxing Alliance cultivators also paid a huge price. Only these few people are left, and almost everyone is injured, their strength greatly reduced.
Qin Sang's gaze was fixed on the distant sampan, secretly urging his escape technique to slowly retreat. Before leaving, he didn't forget to use his spiritual power to roll up the mustard seed pouch from the corpse and take away the spoils of war.
The flat-bottomed boat came to a stop.
The sky and water are the same color.
A lone leaf floats silently on the water of a lake as clear as jewels. The scene is tranquil and beautiful.
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All aboard, including the two who were meditating, rose to their feet. Their expressions were grave, their eyes fixed ahead with a palpable sense of terror in their depths.
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A vast expanse of water stretched before him, seemingly endless. He could faintly make out the spot where two halves had sunk into the lake, a patch of water stained crimson.
The fresh blood spread out, quickly diluted to the point where it was no longer visible to the naked eye.
There was a deathly silence in the world.
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“Lu shixiong, that sword... it came out like lightning, accompanied by thunder. Could it be...”
A young man in a long robe recalled the astonishing scene that had just transpired, his throat throbbing, his voice dry. He subconsciously looked towards the man in blue standing at the bow of the ship.
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This person is his fellow disciple, surname Luo.
The man surnamed Luo stopped the thatched boat, his gaze fixed firmly ahead. The thatched boat was a magical artifact of the Azure Mountain Man and was under his control. Since the boat came to a stop, he had maintained this posture, standing there motionless, neither sailing nor leaving.
The people behind him couldn't see his expression and had no idea what he was thinking.
Upon hearing the young man in long robes, the expressions of the others shifted slightly, their gazes converging on him.
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One quick-witted person immediately understood and exclaimed in disbelief, "Sword Qi Thunder Sound! Could it be that Sun Daoist is referring to Sword Qi Thunder Sound!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd's faces turned pale.
Sword Qi Thunderous Sound, the sword cultivator's lifelong pursuit of the sword way!
Sun and Luo's school excelled in swordsmanship. Over the past century, only one cultivator at the core formation stage within their sect had successfully comprehended the sound of thunder and lightning from a sword's qi. They were quite renowned in the Heavenly Alliance.
"How could it be sword qi and thunderous sounds Could it be that the Golden Core from Xiaohan Domain has arrived"
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Someone exclaimed in terror, their face pale with fear.
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There was an uproar on the sampan.
If the Golden Core arrives, they will surely die. Even if they want to escape now, it's futile!
"Could it be that he's using thunder techniques in conjunction with swordsmanship to disguise it as the appearance of sword qi and thunderous sounds"
"Sun Daoist friend, did you really see it clearly"
At this time, a man in white who had been guarded by everyone walked out. Looking at the back of the surname Luo, he asked in a low voice, "Daoist Luo, I was just adjusting my breath and didn't see clearly... What did you see Could it really be sword energy and thunderous sound"
A man with the surname Lo let out a long sigh, then turned around. His expression was strange, with a mix of relief and envy.
"Indeed it is Sword Qi Thunderclap! I once saw my Uncle Master demonstrate it, but..."
The man surnamed Luo shook his head slightly, "However, he is not a cultivator of the Jindan stage. Although this person's swordsmanship is indeed formidable, killing Wu Daoist friend with a single strike, he is not a Jindan! With the same sword, it is far less terrifying than Master Uncle. Otherwise, he would not have to sneak attack and hide his head and tail... This person must be a cultivator of the Zhuji stage!"
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It's not a golden elixir!
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The crowd relaxed, but then their expressions shifted to one of even greater astonishment.
“To comprehend the essence of Sword Qi and Thunderclap even during the Foundation Establishment stage... This is something few, even in legend, could achieve...”
The man surnamed Luo nodded, saying with a hint of envy: "In my sect, there has only been one brilliant predecessor who achieved this level. Unfortunately, that predecessor had a mixed spiritual root and ultimately stopped at the False Core Realm!"
Even without achieving the Golden Core, everyone must remain vigilant!
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The man surnamed Luo warned in a deep voice, "You all saw the power of that sword strike; Wu Daojun had no power to resist! The terrifying might of the sword qi and thunderous sound need not be elaborated upon by me. Otherwise, countless sword cultivators would not be so obsessed. All of you bring out your magic weapons and watch over each other, never straying alone. Do not give this person a chance to strike!"
Everyone knew the danger, forming a tight circle and obeying orders. They brought out their magical artifacts to guard the perimeter, raising their alertness to the highest level. Their eyes were wide with caution, fixed on the seemingly placid waters nearby.
The man in white did not dare to be presumptuous. He offered a flying sword, suspended in front of him, but secretly transmitted a voice message to the man surnamed Luo: "Daoist Luo, that person's strength is unfathomable, and he is proficient in ghost tricks. The enemy is in the dark, and I am in the light. It will be difficult to deal with."
The man with the surname Luo's eyes flashed, "What do you mean, Daoist friend"
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"Several seniors only let us chase after them, blocking them from seeking reinforcements, but they didn't say we had to wipe them out completely. Now our squad has suffered such heavy casualties, even Wu Daoist friend met an unfortunate end, which is the first time. We can't just throw everyone's lives away here, right What do you think, Luo Daoist"
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From the white-clad man's words, the Lo surname man knew he had begun to waver.
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An opponent skilled in sword qi and thunder sound, capable of slaying cultivators at the late stage of foundation building, lurks in hiding, watching with a predatory gaze. This truly makes one uneasy.
“As my friend said, we have killed several people and delayed the other party for so long. Now, even if we go back, we can report to our seniors…”
The Luo surname cultivator lightly nodded, tapping the ground with his foot. The black-hooded boat shifted direction and plowed through the waves.
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