This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable
Chapter 969 - 23: The Old Sword Immortal and the New Martial Emperor_3

Chapter 969: Chapter 23: The Old Sword Immortal and the New Martial Emperor_3

This was swept by the fierce Sword Qi and Sword Intent aftershock.

However, with the strong physical body of the Martial Emperor, this little injury healed almost instantly.

Among the honorific cultivators, the Sword Immortal possesses the strongest combat power, unparalleled in attack and defense, but the Martial Emperor is undoubtedly the hardest to kill.

The Qing King was slightly frustrated but did not wallow in self-pity, striking out with another palm.

A burst of runes and divine light blossomed together.

"The Eighth Realm is ultimately the Eighth Realm, even if it’s supported by the realm of Sword Dao to have the Sword Immortal’s combat power, the cultivation will not change, even if I have to wear you down, I will exhaust you to death." The Qing King’s determination was incredibly strong and firm, unwilling to say more to Li Qiubai.

This time, within the palm strike unleashed by the Qing King, the sun, moon, and stars appeared.

"Heaven-Imprisoning Palm."

This is a pinnacle martial divine skill, a true mastery, similar to the Sword Cultivator’s Secret Sword.

It was as if a piece of heaven and earth was covering Li Qiubai.

At the same time, the Qing King’s figure flickered, soaring skyward, rapidly closing in on Li Qiubai.

The sun, moon, and stars emitted a haze of purple Qi, rumbling with sound.

The terrifying power caused people in Qing City to still hear this immense sound, even though the battle took place thousands of feet away in Qingming, startling everyone.

The sun, moon, and stars instantly enveloped Li Qiubai completely.

But even if he fell into this divine skill, Li Qiubai remained calm.

He glanced around, subtly sensing, his expression becoming slightly grave.

"Surprisingly much stronger than Xu Su..." Li Qiubai muttered.

Xu Su was a long-renowned Martial Emperor, whereas the Qing King was a junior, a rising star.

But Li Qiubai, who had faced both martial emperors successively, could clearly feel that the Qing King’s combat power far surpassed Xu Su’s, and not just by a little.

In this way, it seemed that the Qing King’s talent was indeed commendable.

A thought flashed through his mind.

In the next moment, Li Qiubai extended his hand, and a dim, lackluster gray ancient sword appeared in his grip.

The sword’s body was rusted, with several unremarkable cracks.

"Niu Er!" At this sight, the Qing King’s eyes flashed with intense dread.

This was Li Qiubai’s life-bound sword, Niu Er.

There is only one Niu Er, making him the unrivaled Sword Cultivator.

The reputation of Niu Er was renowned, recognized by these younger generations.

Although Li Qiubai had damaged his Sword Dao, causing Niu Er to lose its divine light, the sudden emergence of Niu Er still caused the Qing King a shudder in his heart.

However, he quickly steadied his mind, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely, "Years ago, without drawing your sword, I was utterly defeated. Today, I’ve finally forced you to draw your sword; it seems my arduous cultivation was not in vain after all!"

Li Qiubai ignored the Qing King, holding the dim Niu Er, he gently swung the sword.

One sword stroke.

"Open."

The world composed of the sun, moon, and stars began to overturn, the stars falling one by one, spiritual light rushing like rivers, unrecoverable.

The Qing King trapped the heavens with one palm; he parted the heavens with one sword.

The ten directions of heaven and earth and stars collapsed.

Li Qiubai escaped with ease, his expression calm, void of joy or sorrow.

By this time, the Qing King had quickly closed in front of Li Qiubai’s face, punching directly at his face.

On the fist, spiraling Qi extended, forming several gray ancient dragons, as if to overturn the Heaven’s Vault, stirring up storms.

This scene was astonishing.

With one punch, it was a horde of dragons without a leader.

The Qing King’s eyes opened and closed, with divine power like a prison.

Li Qiubai swept horizontally with his sword, appearing exceedingly simple compared to the Qing King’s grand sight.

Yet, where the long sword swept, a terrifying aura emerged.

The swarm of dragons beneath the Niu Er crumbled constantly, turning to dust, light rain.

Subsequently, Li Qiubai took the initiative, thrusting his sword forward.

The Qing King hastily raised his arm to block, but Li Qiubai’s offensive was ever stronger with each sword, incredibly terrifying.

If Lu Qingshan were here, he would likely find the moves Li Qiubai was using at this moment very familiar——distinctly derived from the higher-level Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword.

Poof!

The Qing King spewed a mouthful of blood, staggered by Li Qiubai’s simple yet brutal attack, retreating continuously.

This time, it wasn’t a superficial injury, but an internal one!

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Central Heavenly Realm, Tianluo Mountain Range.

A streak of Sword Light pierced through a nondescript cloud layer, flying towards the distant sky.

It was precisely Lu Qingshan.

However, compared to the last time he left the Heavenly Secret Pavilion in such high profile, this time he appeared much more low-key.