Chapter 903: Chapter 92 Sword Dao, the Domain of Geniuses_2

And to summon a Demon Soldier, he needed to use a trace of Demonic Qi.

Hence, he could only face Lu Qingshan barehanded now.

“We could still talk about this,” Ying Jie attempted to say something more.

“A battle should look like a battle. At this point, what’s the point of scheming?” Lu Qingshan interrupted him.

All his calculations were merely to bring Ying Jie to a relatively fair condition for a fight.

As for the intrigue during combat,

Lu Qingshan didn’t consider too much.

Because he believed in his sword, believed in his swordsmanship.

The longsword pointed straight at Ying Jie.

In the air, the battle intent grew thicker.

It was as if war drums were sounding, smoke signals rising.

Ying Jie stared fixedly at Lu Qingshan, turning over countless thoughts in his mind.

Finally, he smiled, “Qing Ge, you are too confident.”

He said, “Your idea is good. My cultivation level is higher than yours, so you chose the Wilderness Domain as the battlefield to limit my cultivation.

My physical body is incredibly strong, and you can rely on the Demonic Sword to solve this problem, even preventing me from using weapons to even out my advantage.”

“However, you happen to have overlooked one thing.”

He said with a killing intent, “You’ve only been alive for less than a hundred years, while I’m already one thousand nine hundred and twenty-seven years old.”

“Not even a century,” Qin Yitian, silently standing not far away, heard Ying Jie’s words and thought to herself, “our lord is only twenty-two this year.”

Ying Jie continued, speaking seriously, “I’ve spent even more time in combat than your age.”

“On what basis do you believe that I, with countless battles under my belt, would lose to a greenhorn like you in a confrontation relying only on the physical body and moves?”

His voice grew sonorous, his entire aura suddenly surged.

The killing intent was fierce, the battle spirit high-spirited emanating from Ying Jie.

The Demon Race is a race adept at fighting, fearlessly confronting battles.

“Since you want to fight, then let’s fight.”

Lu Qingshan spoke no more, advancing with his sword.

The distance between the two was not particularly long, and at this moment it shortened dramatically.

Ying Jie focused his mind, responded in action, his body as agile as a swallow, sweeping across the sky.

In terms of speed, he was faster than Lu Qingshan.

The defensive power of the physical body is the most basic thing, but beyond that, even without using Demonic Qi and Qi-Blood, his strength and speed were far superior to ordinary people.

At least much faster than Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan was not flustered by this.

He had anticipated it.

Even though Ying Jie’s strength and speed surpassed his, the restrictions in the Wilderness Domain ultimately prevented them from exceeding a limit within his endurance.

As long as strength and speed hadn’t reached a point of overwhelming dominance, they could be made up for with skill.

Ying Jie had already turned into a fierce afterimage, instantly reaching in front of Lu Qingshan.

Dozens of fist shadows whipped out.

Lu Qingshan also advanced with his sword.

The Sword Light flickered.

His sword was faster than Ying Jie’s fist.

Because.

The sword was longer.

In an extremely short time, Demon Suppressing found a gap from the continuous fist shadows, slicing towards Ying Jie’s face.

Ying Jie’s heart skipped a beat, his face tensed, attempting to harden himself against this attack.

Generally speaking, the thickness of his skin should be adequate.

But this time was an exception.

At this moment, the three-foot sword blade shimmered with a blue glow, like a hot knife cutting through butter, slicing into Ying Jie’s skin.

A diagonal red mark appeared on the face attacked by the Demon Suppressing Sword.

That was a sword mark.

His physical body indeed was very strong.

So beneath the sword blade, the injury was still almost negligible, merely a red mark appearing.

However, in an instant, tiny Blood Beads emerged from the red mark.

Divine Skill: Green Steel.

“True damage” that cannot be completely exempted.

Ying Jie’s fist finally caught up a step later.

Lu Qingshan instinctively placed his sword horizontally to block before the fist shadow.

Both withdrawing his sword and serving a defensive purpose,

Bang!

A sound of metal clashing resounded.

Even with Lu Qingshan blocking with his sword, his figure still retreated backward, his steps staggering, Qi-Blood surging.

Ying Jie’s sheer physical power was too overwhelming, confronting the Demon Suppressing Sword with his fist, he even had a slight upper hand.

However, Ying Jie wasn’t feeling good either.

“What is this?!” He wiped away the Blood Beads from his face, feeling a piercing pain on the wound.

Divine Skill: Demon Breaking.

One hundred percent damage increase against the Demon Race.

Thus, the pain at the wound was especially intense.

Demon Breaking and Green Steel are both passive.

What is passive?

It means effects that are always present, even now that Demon Suppressing has reined in all its Divine Power, it remains the same.

Lu Qingshan said nothing, once more lifting his sword.

The Demon Suppressing Sword flicking upward, the longsword resounded clangorously.

It was Demon Suppressing expressing its emotions.

“Slash him, that little rascal!”

The fierce little brother, having suffered a slight setback, grew increasingly furious.

It apparently remembered well this little rascal Ying Jie whom it had only recently despised a few days ago.

“Alright, then slash him.” Lu Qingshan placated.

Lu Qingshan struck again, three arcs of Sword Light slashing down, akin to fierce lightning under a heavy cloud, as swift as a fleeting glimpse on the horizon.

Wind Slash and Seven Extremes.

Without Spiritual Power, unable to display its might.

But Lu Qingshan had already grasped the essence of these two moves, freely deploying them in his forms.

Lu Qingshan danced like a dragon, Demon Suppressing forceful and imposing, threading through the shadows of fists.

Ying Jie thrusted off the ground with his knees at a ninety-degree angle, his fist slicing towards Lu Qingshan’s forehead.

Demon Suppressing sliced upward from below, as sword and fist clashed, the sword’s body trembled lightly.

Whoom!