Fú Yín had not personally seen Lu Jiānān before, but had heard of his reputation.
It is not only because Lu Jiānān is the youngest Tonshengtian in human history that his name has spread among the Dragon Race, but also because the Wandao Zong he belongs to is a powerful sect that has defeated numerous Dragon Emperors.
The chief disciple of such a powerful sect cannot be taken lightly.
Because it is a disgrace to the Dragon Race.
So Fú Yín knows Lu Jiānān, knows that this ordinary-looking human not only excels in rare and obscure high-level rules, but also in swordplay.
However, few people know how powerful his sword skills are because a single space rule is enough to suppress far too many contemporaries who are strong.
Now, facing Lu Jiānān's long sword directly, Fú Lín has just one feeling.
Fast!
Extremely fast!
Too fast to see!
Even more difficult to avoid the speed!
So fast that the eyebrow has already felt the pain, Fú Lín's instincts lifted his hands and crossed to block the sword body.
He tightly held the sword energy and the sword body with his arms, as he is the strong and robust body of the Dragon Race.
The sword energy tears his skin, and the golden dragon blood stains the sword body, with more dropping on the ground.
The human physique is inherently inferior to that of the spirit races, especially in this era.
Therefore, the only way for the human race to withstand the might of beastkin is through technique and equipment.
Technique encompasses a series of techniques involving thinking, while equipment is the weapon in hand.
Spirited artifacts, sacred artifacts, spiritual artifacts, magical tools... Relying on these weapons that can enhance one's spiritual power to achieve a multiplier effect of 1+1>2, the defense of beastkin is no longer impenetrable.
In the era where cultivating the body is difficult to achieve results, only the old-fashioned body cultivators dare to contend with beastkin, while new generations of cultivators who fight against beastkin are equivalent to suicide.
Therefore, Lu Jiānān, attacked by Fú Lín, wanted to draw his sword at the first moment. Even if he had to defend himself with the sword and get injured in the struggle, he must draw out Mí Zhèng.
Although his swordsmanship cultivation has reached the level of 'Clear Mirror Still Water,' which is to say 'There is no sword in hand, but the sword is in the heart,' facing a Descent of the Way spirit king, relying solely on sword qi is not enough to break through this beastkin's seemingly brazen but actually solid defense.
Particularly when the opponent is still the most powerful Dragon Race, a Dragon King.
The gap in realm and physique can only be broken through the combination of Mí Zhèng and sword energy.
Once the defense is broken, everything becomes manageable.
Mí Zhèng was stopped by Fú Lín with his arms crossed, and Lu Jiānān did not hesitate to twist his wrist, horizontally swing the sword, and tear off part of Fú Lín's arm flesh with a more sharp blade.
The sword energy was wrapped in death energy, quietly and stealthily.
With part of his flesh cut off, Fú Lín roared in pain. Despite the pain, he still used his arms to bear down harder, directly facing the blade to block the sword's advance.
At this moment, if he let go of the incoming sword from Lu Jiānān, his own head would not be spared.
The golden demonic energy shot up to the sky, accompanied by dragon roars, resembling layered mountains that unfolded directly. Hundreds of thousands of dragon heads enveloped the top of Mount Tai and approached Lu Jiānān from all directions, surrounding him tightly and leaving no room for breath.
The sky was overcast with dense clouds, and the ghost city was enveloped in a misty aura. In the oppressive atmosphere, it seemed as if a heavy rain was about to fall.
Lu Jiānān lowered his eyelids slightly, as if he paid no attention to the thousands of dragon heads. He tightly held the sword handle with his blood-stained left hand, seemingly slowly but actually rapidly touching the sword body that bore the blood patterns engraved on Mí Zhèng.
The sound of the sword rang out, and the spiritual energy transformed into sword energy and pointed towards each other!
Zzzz—
The sword energy sings a clear tune, and then breaks away suddenly.
The heavens and earth resonate with thunder.
The layers of mountains Fú Lín had formed were torn apart by the spreading lightning, and the thunderous sword light cut through the mountains, causing the layered peaks to collapse.
The sword rises like dragon and snake, and the wind and thunder are majestic.
The stars and points of dragon and snake sword qi followed Mí Zhèng straight to Fú Lín's wounds on his arms, making his face pale.
His body is not afraid of the sword energy of the Tonshengtian level 'Clear Mirror Still Water,' but his wounds are!
Once human sword qi breaks through the defense of an beastkin's body, its destructive power is incredibly strong, and Fú Lín knows it well!
Especially the sharpness of Lu Jiānān's long sword, which is comparable to a sacred sword... It looks like Mí Zhèng, but isn't Mí Zhèng supposed to be a short sword?
Fú Lín didn't think too much about it.
"Ho!"
Without any hesitation, Fú Lín's veins turned blue and burst like dragons. Golden demonic energy surged even more powerfully as he drew back and took a step with one foot towards Lu Jiānān's lower abdomen.
The blade of Mí Zhèng cut deeper into the flesh, but Fú Lín didn't care. He needed to break free from Lu Jiānān's incredibly fast sword, otherwise he couldn't launch a counterattack.
He retreated, and Lu Jiānān advanced.
Even though he had endured a hard kick from Fú Lín that made his internal organs convulse, Lu Jiānān's expression remained unchanged, and his form did not slow down.
Once a spirit king at the Convergence of Paths level launches a counterattack, it's not an easy matter to resolve the battle.
Therefore, once in the ascendant, one must relentlessly pursue and strike.
Until—
Suddenly, Fú Lín's arms, which were tightly gripping Mí Zhèng, relaxed weakly. Sinister and deathly energy swept out from his wounds, already extinguishing some of his vitality in his arms.
Death rule?
Fú Lín's face turned even paler, does Lu Jiānān understand this rule? I haven't heard of it at all!
Lu Jiānān paid no attention to what Fú Lín was thinking. Now that the deathly energy hidden in the sword energy had broken through his defenses, he immediately flicked his wrist with all his strength, using Mí Zhèng to pick apart Fú Lín's arm, and the space rule activated again.
The distance closed again, and he kept swordsmanship, the sword light flashing like countless falling flowers, becoming brighter and brighter, and as if pouring down from the sky like rain.
Golden blood was fluttering in the air, and Fú Lín was furious while his heart began to panic.
Lu Jiānān's sword, half aimed at Fú Lín's wounds on both arms, not only made it impossible for him to dispel the deathly energy but also continuously exacerbated the erosion of the deathly energy.
While the other half completely targets his chest, where he can't use both arms for defense.
Despite the thick demonic energy and the strong physique, Lu Jiānān's every sword struck the same spot, without exception.
With the aid of space rules, Lu Jiānān's sword is faster than Fú Lín's defense using demonic energy!
If it accumulates over time, even drops of water can penetrate through stone, let alone sword energy!
Fú Lín, who could only retreat and defend passively, stared at Lu Jiānān intently, trying to find any flaw in his performance while consuming so much spiritual energy. But this person's swordplay was impeccable... Hm?
The sword stopped?
The moment this thought arose in Fú Lín's mind, the next second an unknown terror sprang up from the depths of his heart, completely out of his control.
Lu Jiānān paused at the moment of retraction, then thrust the sword straight ahead again, with the tip of Mí Zhèng entering a space vortex and emerging from it.
In an instant, all the sword energy released so far converged in the air, gathered at the tip of Mí Zhèng!
One sword cuts through the demonic energy of the Dragon King.
One sword with the power to cut through mountains and rivers.
Xiu!
The ancient sword is cold and dim, even though it has existed for tens of thousands of years, the sword light can still contain the moon and the sun!
"Wait..." Fú Lín's face changed dramatically in his pale state: "Long Bìngquán, save me!!!"
Long Bìngquán naturally didn't want to save him, but he couldn't not save him. He took a step forward, and the aura of the Dragon Emperor was enough to restrain Lu Jiānān without hurting the chief disciple of Wandao Sect.
"Lu..."
Long Bìngquán's right foot landed, and the next second, he felt his knee give way. His face changed dramatically, and he fell to the ground on one knee.
In his line of sight, black feathers fluttered lightly, stunningly beautiful.
After the black feathers, Mí Zhèng disappeared into Fú Lín's chest.
"It's just a trivial squabble among the young, and there's no need for the elders to interfere, don't you think?"
The voice of Pei Wanquyu is lighter than black feathers, yet heavier than mountains and rivers.
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