Chapter 707
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“**The spear thrusts forth like a dragon!**”
With a low growl, Qingshan swung his spear, and at the tip, a hundred-zhang-long spiritual energy dragon coalesced, powerful enough to tear through a mountain. The dragon surged forward, exuding a murderous aura, while Qingshan’s face turned slightly pale and he panted heavily.
Yet, as the dragon was about to tear through Ye Wushuang’s body, Ye Wushuang stood there motionless, as if frozen. Life and death hung by a thread, within just a few breaths.
But at this moment, Ye Wushuang’s gaze was exceptionally resolute.
Suddenly.
Ye Wushuang moved.
The Tianya Sword in his hand unleashed a domineering radiance.
At this moment, the connection between man and sword, sword and the world, seemed to reach a profound and mysterious level.
“**My sword intent… has been elevated…**”
Among the more than ten disciples of the Jujian Sect surrounding him, some held spiritual swords that began to hum softly in their hands.
“**The sword intent has reached perfection!**”
someone exclaimed in shock.
“**Qingshan, retreat!**”
Lu Qingsong’s expression changed.
Qingshan was even more terrified internally.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang’s sword intent had actually… been elevated?
But by the time Lu Qingsong shouted, Ye Wushuang had already made his move.
It was still the Tianya Sword, still him in his white robes, still wielding the Liu Yuan Gui Yi Sword Technique.
The “Soaring Through the Void” stance.
The sword energy and the spiritual sword gathered in the air, then plunged downward, tearing through the domineering attack of the dragon. Subsequently, Ye Wushuang, along with the Tianya Sword and the streams of sword energy, charged right in front of Qingshan.
*Puuu…*
Streams of sword energy pierced through Qingshan’s body.
Ye Wushuang followed closely, and with a single strike, he chopped off Qingshan’s head.
A three-foot geyser of blood sprayed out, unstoppable.
Lu Qingsong had only covered half the distance when he abruptly stopped in his tracks.
Too late!
Lu Qingsong was now filled with a sense of dread.
The sword intent had reached perfection.
Ye Wushuang had actually elevated his sword intent from a minor accomplishment to perfection right in the middle of the battle.
There were four levels of sword intent:
– Subtle
– Minor Accomplishment
– Perfection
– Completeness
A swordsman under the age of seventeen with a perfected sword intent was truly one of a kind, even in the vast lands of Qingzhou.
Sword intent was a state that every swordsman aspired to reach; entering this state could multiply a swordsman’s power.
But even so, Lu Qingsong had thought that Ye Wushuang would at most severely injure Qingshan, but he never expected it to be just one strike!
*Thud…*
Qingshan’s head, which had flown high into the air, hit the ground with a thud.
Ye Wushuang looked at the corpse of this prodigy from the Jujian Sect as it slowly fell to the ground and said, “Do not be so arrogant in front of me.”
He pointed his long sword at Lu Qingsong.
“Next, it’s your turn.”
At this moment, Lu Qingyan’s body trembled.
He was one level higher than Ye Wushuang.
Yet he had no doubt that Ye Wushuang could kill him with just one strike.
*Damn it!*
How could such a terrifying prodigy be born in the small Azure Cloud Empire?
Lu Qingsong clenched his fists, making a cracking sound.
“This guy just loves to show off. If he loses his life in the process, it’s his own fault.”
Lu Qingsong smiled and said, “Next, let me give you a try.”
Ye Wushuang, however, sneered and directly took the token from Qingshan’s corpse, transferring all of Qingshan’s spirit points to himself.
“Over eighty thousand…”
Ye Wushuang collected all the spirit points, raised the token, and said with a smile, “Guess how many spirit points I have now?”
Two hundred and fifty thousand spirit points—Ye Wushuang had just thought that killing four spiritual beasts and earning twenty thousand spirit points was a good deal.
But now he suddenly realized…
Killing these prodigies was even more profitable!
Faced with Ye Wushuang’s provocation, Lu Qingsong let out a cold snort.
A faint Tiangang energy covered his entire body.
Tiangang Realm.
Condensing Tiangang energy could both kill enemies and defend oneself, increasing both offensive and defensive capabilities several times over.
Lu Qingsong had clearly crossed the gap between the Yuanfu and Tiangang realms.
Sword intent perfected!
At this moment, Ye Wushuang stood there like a peerless divine sword, ready to pierce through the clouds at any moment.
“Is the Tiangang Realm something to be proud of?”
Ye Wushuang sneered.
With a single step forward.
Six vortexes of terrifying spiritual energy swirled around his body.
And everyone saw that as the sixth vortex condensed, the seventh vortex actually formed out of thin air.
The seventh rank of the Yuanfu Realm!
Just a moment ago, his sword intent had been perfected in the middle of the battle.
And now, he had actually condensed the seventh Yuanfu.
Is this guy even human?
Seeing this, Lu Qingsong’s smile gradually faded, and he cursed under his breath, clenching his fists.
“Attack!”
His palm formed a fist, and with a single punch, he unleashed a powerful strike.
“**Demon Dragon Fist!**”
The punch sent out a stream of spiritual energy that transformed into Tiangang energy, tearing through the air and producing a terrifying sound.
Ye Wushuang coldly smiled, gripping his sword with his right hand, while his left hand directly slapped out with a palm strike.
“**Mountain-Crushing Hand!**”
As his palm energy condensed spiritual energy and was slapped out, a spiritual membrane formed all over his body, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
*Boom…*
Palm and fist collided.
The ground around them exploded.
The two figures separated upon contact.
The power of the Cui Shen Jue (Body-Crushing Technique) was once again demonstrated.
Ye Wushuang’s mind stored millions of martial techniques. Among the vast array of Earth-grade spiritual techniques, why did he choose the Cui Shen Jue?
It was precisely because this technique condensed a spiritual membrane that covered the entire body, which had a similar effect to the Tiangang energy of Tiangang Realm cultivators.
In the Hundred Nations Martial Contest, there would definitely be a large number of prodigies who reached the Tiangang Realm first.
And at that time, he might still be in the Yuanfu Realm.
Therefore, he specifically chose this spiritual technique, allowing him to clash with Tiangang Realm warriors.
This was only the first spiritual membrane covering the surface of his body.
If he could condense nine membranes and bring the Cui Shen Jue to its ultimate level, the three techniques—Mountain-Crushing Hand, Sea-Breaking Finger, and Body-Splitting Fist—would be enough to tear apart the Tiangang energy condensed by these prodigies.
“Huh?”
Lu Qingsong looked at Ye Wushuang, who was retreating, and his expression changed.
What kind of power was that just now?
