Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

Chapter 513 First Generation Talent

"Let go of my disciple!" Qi Yue, who was maintaining the Yuntian Sect's mountain protection formation, saw this scene, his eyes bursting with anger, and he rushed forward even though he knew he couldn't win.

"Puff!" Fu Lingxiao's Qilin Sword fell, and hot blood splashed on Lu Hao's face. At this moment he was stunned. The sword that stabbed down hit the figure of an old man.

"Master!" Lu Hao was heartbroken when he saw the white-haired old man standing in front of him.

"What a touching master-disciple relationship, but in the face of absolute power, everything is in vain. I just happen to get rid of you at once!" Fu Lingxiao couldn't help but sneered when he saw Qi Yue blocking a sword for Lu Hao.

"Fu Lingxiao, give me your life!" Lu Hao roared in grief, and his spiritual power burst out. Three thick sword auras shot up into the sky at the same time. The ground was shaking continuously, and a heart-pounding wave emanated.

"You little beast, die too!" Fu Lingxiao's face was ferocious. He burned the second drop of blood and also activated the Four Swords of Heaven.

"Three swords become one!" Lu Hao jumped up, and the three thick sword beams merged into a huge black sword shadow. An ancient and vicissitudes of life aura filled the sky, and all the spiritual power around him began to boil.

"This kid is truly a sword genius. He has integrated the first three moves of the Four Heavenly Swords into one. It's unimaginable!" Some of the leaders on the periphery all looked solemn.

"Boom!" Both of them were blood-thirsty, and the sword shadows collided heavily with each other, like two volcanoes colliding. Shocking explosions continued to sound, and the energy storm swept wildly. The earth sank, and the originally towering Dragon and Tiger Peak has now completely collapsed.

"Puff!" Lu Hao was covered in bruises and flew backward miserably, spurting a lot of blood in the sky. Finally, he crashed heavily to the ground, forming a huge deep pit.

On the other side, Fu Lingxiao also flew backwards, coughing up blood along the way, and countless bones in his body were broken.

This battle between master and disciple was unprecedentedly brutal, mainly because Fu Lingxiao's realm was too high, and he also mastered the Four Swords of Heaven.

Lu Hao struggled to climb out of the pit. He was covered in blood and his swollen eyes were blood red.

If he wanted to defeat Fu Lingxiao, the only possibility was to use the fourth move, the most terrifying of the Four Heavenly Swords, but even Lu Hao had never fully comprehended this move.

In his mind, the image of Taoist Tianyun performing the fourth move on the black stone tablet kept appearing. At that time, he vaguely felt that the other party looked a little strange when performing it, as if he was in an ethereal state.

"Little beast, let your master send you off with his own hands!" Fu Lingxiao's face was ferocious, and his palm tightly grasped the blade of the Qilin Sword. A large amount of blood continued to flow out and was absorbed by the sword body. The entire Qilin Sword turned fiery red at this moment, floating in the air on its own, full of spirituality, and the color became more and more vivid.

"The Four Heavenly Swords, the first move, the second move, the third move, break them for me!" Fu Lingxiao roared, and three thick sword auras shot up into the sky, and a fire unicorn appeared on each sword shadow.

When this move appeared, rolling waves of fire dyed half the sky red, many towering ancient trees were burning fiercely, and many monks felt very hot and sweat kept flowing.

Fu Lingxiao used the power of the Qilin Sword to greatly increase the power of the Four Heavenly Swords, and an aura of destruction filled the air.

"This is Huang Lao Mo's Qilin Sword. How come it is in Fu Lingxiao's hands?" Some sharp-eyed cultivators immediately saw the origin of this immortal sword.

At the same time, all the cultivators lamented that Fu Lingxiao was too well prepared. It was unknown how long he had been planning to kill his disciple. Now Lu Hao was facing a situation where he was almost certain to die.

"I hope he can leave behind an intact body!" Han Ruoxue sighed softly. She really couldn't see any hope for Lu Hao to win now.

All the cultivators present believed that Lu Hao would definitely die from this move. There was no possibility of a miracle happening, and there was no possibility of a comeback.

Only some women who love him are still praying silently, hoping that he can survive in the end.

Lu Hao's face looked grim. This Fu Lingxiao was much stronger than he had expected. He let out a light breath, slowly closed his eyes, and let his mind gradually calm down. At the same time, he threw away the sword in his hand.

"Has he given up resistance?" Some monks started talking when they saw that Lu Hao had even thrown away his weapon and closed his eyes.

"I think giving up resistance is a wise choice. After all, you will suffer less pain when you die!" Four fairies playing musical instruments and singing came at some point, smiling charmingly.

Their hatred for Lu Hao is deep-rooted. The back door that they destroyed forcefully at the beginning is often still unable to be closed.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, lifting Lu Hao's blood-stained hair, revealing a resolute face. His aura became ethereal, as if he had entered a wonderful Taoist realm.

"What's the point of this? Are you still trying to gain enlightenment when disaster is imminent?" Luo Tian shook his head sarcastically.

The next moment, Lu Hao suddenly opened his eyes, and his entire temperament changed greatly. His whole body was covered with golden light, like a blazing divine fire, and his aura was compelling.

"The Four Heavenly Swords, the fourth move, one sword to cut through the cycle of reincarnation!" Lu Hao's faint voice echoed in the sky, and his whole body released a terrifying sword intent.

After thousands of years, a young man finally called out this move. The entire Yuntian Sect was filled with joy. Finally, someone had figured out this move.

Even the black stone tablet of the Yuntian Sect shook, as if conveying a desire that had existed for thousands of years.

All the more than ten leaders of the Yuntian Sect have come one after another in order to master this move and restore the former glory of the Yuntian Sect. This moment has finally been realized in this young man.

Back then, the Yuntian Sect went from a prosperous and large sect to a small sect. No one knew how much humiliation it had suffered. All of this was buried in the hearts of every Yuntian Sect disciple.

"I knew you could do it!" Su Mei looked at the powerful sword intent released from the distant sky, crying and laughing. Her man was going to turn the tide at this moment.

"This is my disciple!" Although Qi Yue was hit by a sword, he laughed heartily, with an unconcealable pride in his voice.

"Look everyone, Lu Hao was personally pointed out by me, Wu Neng!" The eldest brother Wu Neng also shouted excitedly. This is something he can brag about for the rest of his life.

"It must be fake. Why do we only see him releasing sword intent, but no sword shadow appears?" Some cultivators came back to their senses after recovering from their initial shock.

"Because the last move of the Four Heavenly Swords does not rise from the ground into the sky, but rushes downward from the sky!" The Great Elder was so excited that he burst into tears and muttered to himself.

[This chapter took me almost eight hours to write. Please give me some free advertising. I'm going to have lunch first and will continue writing later.]