This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 793 - 58: Blood Spirit Crystal (Please Subscribe)

The estate of the Demon Venerable was extremely vast and unimaginably large, equipped with various facilities.

Lu Qingshan and Ying Mingyue did not need to go through further troubles to find a venue, as there was a place within the estate for them to compete.

The Bing Stage.

It was a huge plaza paved with giant cyan stones.

Overall, it had a rugged and primitive style, yet it was immensely majestic.

At that time, in the center of the plaza, a man and a woman faced each other in opposition.

Ying Mingyue held a long battle saber in her hands.

This was the "Refining Furnace" talent she possessed that had nurtured her Demon Soldier.

Her cold eyes stared tightly at Lu Qingshan, emitting a sharp aura, full of valor.

Although Ying Mingyue did not think highly of Lu Qingshan, even somewhat dismissive,

since Lu Qingshan dared to challenge her, there was no doubt that he must have some confidence.

No one is a fool.

"Qing Ge" wasn’t, nor was she.

She did not dare to take this battle lightly.

Lu Qingshan held the "Black Blood," calmly watching Ying Mingyue.

On the vast plaza, there were only three people in total.

After all, it was a fight among their own people, and if it got out, the impact would not be good.

Thus, aside from the Shi Wu Demon Venerable, no other person could spectate.

The cunning gaze of the Shi Wu Demon Venerable scanned Lu Qingshan’s face.

His expression was unruffled, but his mind was pondering.

Everyone said this "Qing Ge" was a reckless brute, but from his recent behavior and talks, he seemed not as thoughtless as the rumors suggested?

He understood one thing.

Things that could be investigated might not necessarily be true.

Because often, that might simply be what others want you to see.

However, Qing Ge’s actual strength would probably become clear after this battle, and he would have a proper measure of it.

"Begin," Shi Wu Demon Venerable said indifferently.

The moment the words fell, Lu Qingshan took the initiative to attack.

Demonic Qi surged out from his body, tumultuous and imposing.

The dark gold patterns on his Black Blood flickered incessantly.

The next moment, he had already launched himself forward, attacking with both man and sword.

Upon seeing this, the corners of Ying Mingyue’s lips slightly lifted.

In that instant, she could clearly feel that Lu Qingshan’s cultivation and momentum were not as strong as hers.

The Demonic Qi released by Lu Qingshan, both in terms of grandeur and purity, was only at the level of a Low-Ranking Demon General.

Even among the Low-Ranking Demon Generals, it was considered relatively weak.

She thought he was hiding his real strength.

It seems I was overthinking.

Ying Mingyue thought to herself, her confidence soaring.

Instantly, her figure dashed forward, with a speed much faster than Lu Qingshan’s.

The saber sliced through the air, like a frost streak, and wave ripples formed in the air beneath the blade.

Her strike aimed directly at Lu Qingshan’s head.

Sharp!

The two were overlapped in the plane, as Black Blood collided with the long saber in Ying Mingyue’s hands.

A tremendous force transmitted.

A sharp gleam flashed in Lu Qingshan’s eyes, and he slightly tilted Black Blood in his hand, causing friction against Ying Mingyue’s battle saber, then smoothly executed a horizontal slash along her blade’s edge.

Whoosh!

Black Blood drew a skillful arc, directly slicing towards Ying Mingyue’s neck!

Ying Mingyue’s face slightly changed, and she swiftly stepped back, retreating.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Four consecutive explosive sounds followed, as Lu Qingshan’s sword speed suddenly and consecutively accelerated four times.

With fourfold acceleration, the speed was so fast it caused palpitations, and the power also increased significantly.

After these four continuous accelerations, Ying Mingyue’s retreat speed could not keep up with the speed of Lu Qingshan’s advancing sword.

Clang!

Lu Qingshan’s long sword collided with Ying Mingyue’s wrist, forcing her figure to explosively retreat.

Bang!

The ground was dented by her retreating steps, and debris flew scattered.

Their first exchange ended with a mere contact.

Lu Qingshan narrowed his eyes, looking towards Ying Mingyue’s right wrist.

There, a faint glow flickered briefly before the light faded, revealing an inconspicuous white mark.

His sword had not even broken Ying Mingyue’s skin.

"A foundation of Divine Demon Body, eh?" Lu Qingshan muttered to himself.

The difference between Sixth Grade and Fifth Grade lay here.

Divine Transformation Cultivators possessed Element Force unmatched by Void Refining Cultivators.

Sixth Grade Demonic Cultivators had the foundation of a Divine Demon Body, nearly impervious to blades and spears, and possessed some special Divine Skills.

"His sword technique isn’t particularly strong, but his movements are like they were naturally engendered, far surpassing mine," Ying Mingyue thought, not taking the ’wound’ on her wrist seriously, but she grew somewhat wary of Lu Qingshan’s skills.

"I admit your moves are decent, your swordsmanship is far superior to my saber technique, but your cultivation is quite ordinary," Ying Mingyue mentioned the earlier defeat lightly, as if it were a mere breeze, and she swept out once again.

In Ying Mingyue’s eyes, Lu Qingshan had become someone who prioritized fancy moves over substantial cultivation.

In the eyes of the Demon Race, techniques were considered flamboyant trifles, not completely neglected, but certainly not highly valued. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Strength, that was the real power!

Facing Ying Mingyue’s onslaught and mockery, Lu Qingshan did not respond, his Black Blood once again swung out, the speed soaring to its utmost, like lightning.

Their speeds were so fast they formed afterimages, constantly intertwining.

After all, this was just a contest without stakes, thus both were not unleashing their full strength, probing each other’s real capabilities.

Lu Qingshan delivered one sword strike after another, his sword techniques flowing smoothly like moving clouds and flowing water, each wave following the previous relentlessly.