Chapter 1479: 508: Lu Changsheng Teaches His Son, Withering and Flourishing Technique!
Chapter 1479: Chapter 508: Lu Changsheng Teaches His Son, Withering and Flourishing Technique!
“Come.”
Lu Ping’an stood tall, gesturing with his hand.
His bronze-colored body emitted a faint treasure light, making his physique seem momentarily more powerful and robust, as if cast from refined iron, giving off an impression of being indestructible.
“Hiss!”
A platinum sword light tore through the sky, sharp and fierce, like a sudden long rainbow from outer heaven, slashing through the firmament.
“Clang!!!”
Lu Ping’an remained motionless, his treasure-light-flowing palm struck the sword light, emitting a piercing sound of metal clashing, sparks flying, and then shattered the sword light.
Seeing this, Lu Qingshan’s magical sword in his hand vibrated, sword light shooting in all directions, as if within several feet, all was his sword light.
At the same time, he lightly tapped his storage bag, and a flying sword, appearing both golden and like bamboo, emerged, darting towards Lu Ping’an like a swimming dragon.
Two magical swords, one attacked, the other disturbed, hidden with killing intent, wondrously impressive.
Yet faced with such, Lu Ping’an remained motionless, treasure light flowing on his skin, as if clad in a golden armor, allowing the sword light to rampage.
Then his right arm suddenly surged, muscles bulging like a dragon-snake rising, an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, directly gripping the dragon-like Tianxin Bamboo Sword.
“Buzz buzz buzz——”
This second-rank flying sword, held by Lu Ping’an, struggled and trembled, as if lamenting.
“What?”
Upon witnessing this, Lu Qingshan’s expression changed slightly.
This Tianxin Bamboo Sword was a flying sword he had acquired during a sect’s sword trial competition.
Although merely second rank medium grade, it was a premium flying sword, its power surpassing many second-rank late-stage swords.
Yet now, it was gripped by Lu Ping’an’s bare hand.
For a sword cultivator, having one’s flying sword seized is akin to losing half the battle!
“Qingshan, your elder brother is indeed body-refining, you can use your real skills, with your father watching, there’s no need to hold back too much.”
Lu Changsheng, standing beside in a mystic robe, arms crossed, chuckled softly upon seeing this scene.
A sparring bout differs from a life-and-death struggle, it’s impossible to fully engage without risking losing control.
However, Lu Ping’an, having cultivated the Hundred Refinements Treasure Body Art, had no flaws, perfectly countering flashy maneuvers.
Thus, this spar was to test whether Lu Qingshan’s sword could penetrate Lu Ping’an’s defenses.
“In that case, I won’t hold back!”
Upon hearing this, Lu Qingshan took a deep breath, his sword-like eyes stern, expressing seriousness, his entire aura rising, soaring skyward, like a divine sword unleashed, frigid and unstoppable, as if intending to rend the sun, moon, and firmament.
An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator facing such astounding sword intent would falter in their mental spirit, their momentum weakened by three parts.
Yet Lu Ping’an’s expression remained unchanged, steadily nodding, releasing the Tianxin Bamboo Sword he held.
Within his powerful physique, it seemed a volcano was brewing, rumbling, harboring something tremendously terrifying.
Even theoretically, Lu Qingshan had no chance of defeating him.
Yet, like a lion hunting a rabbit, full force must be used.
This was not only his principle but also a mark of respect for his younger brother, Lu Qingshan!
“Clang clang clang——”
Lu Qingshan made gesture incantations with both hands, releasing another five flying swords, soaring skyward, exuding a sharp and fierce aura.
“Elder brother, be careful!”
Lu Qingshan’s demeanor was stern, his voice cold and menacing.
Seven flying swords vibrated, sword qi soaring to the heavens, murderous intent shocking the world, accompanied by mighty thunder sounds.
The atmosphere seemed to take on a chilling, solemn killing intent.
At this moment, even though Lu Ping’an’s physical body was unparalleled, he could sense a cold, slicing intent from the invisible sword qi.
“Hundred Refinements Battle Armor!”
His physique surged, and a golden armor appeared on his treasure-light-flowing body, adding a touch of majestic dominance to his tall and burly figure.
“This kid really has some skills.”
Lu Changsheng’s eyes glimmered with a hint of amusement.
From the methods Lu Qingshan used, he could discern a flavor of the Seven Luminaries Star Sword Formation.
Though its effects were simplified, it incorporated techniques like sword qi like a rainbow, sword energy formation, and sword energy thunder sound.
Merely these exquisite methods were enough to stand out among his peers.
However, he remained confident in his son Lu Ping’an.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh——”
Seven flying swords slashed towards Lu Ping’an in succession, the sky filled with sword light like terrifying waves, each wave surpassing the last, making it hard to catch and impossible to defend against.
“Clang clang clang!”
Lu Ping’an’s expression was steady, his golden fists punched out, emitting a brilliant radiance, black dragon roaring, wind and thunder stirring, breaking apart layers of sword light.
Lu Qingshan’s seven flying swords continuously vibrated, spewing sharp sword gleams, unleashing sword after sword.
Each sword light energy wave was captivating, piercingly bright, forming an imposing sea of sword qi.
“Clang clang clang——”
Lu Ping’an stood within this sea of sword qi, his body bathed in golden divine brilliance, like an unparalleled war deity, his fists moving grandly, shattering the vast sword light.
This is the Hundred Refinements Treasure Body Art.
His entire body without weaknesses, more solid than any magic artifact or spiritual artifact.
Seeing this, Lu Qingshan’s sword gleamed, intertwining and resonating, forming a terrifying Heaven-and-Earth Net, continuing to attack Lu Ping’an, sword qi soaring into the sky, seemingly piercing through heaven and earth.
“Boom boom boom——”
Just like that, the two clashed head-on, terrifying mana waves wildly swept across the entire back mountain, causing even Bi Yun Peak to faintly tremble.
“What’s this commotion?”
“Someone’s making a move, Buddha feels an astonishingly sharp sword qi!”
“This, it seems to be Qingshan’s sword qi!”
“Is Qingshan sparring with someone?”
The back mountain serves as the Lu Family Disciples’ venue for cultivating techniques and sparring.
Though it’s still early, the commotion from Lu Ping’an and Lu Qingshan’s clash drew quite a bit of attention.
If not for the formation suppressing the mana ripples, this bout’s commotion might have been sensed by everyone across Bi Yun Peak, even Bi Lake Mountain.