Chapter 905: Chapter 92: Sword Dao, the Domain of Geniuses_4

That is to say, her combat level should be on the same level as Lu Qingshan.

But many times, watching Lu Qingshan fight still made her feel inferior.

This is the Young Master, my Sword Master.

She thought.

“What is this?” Ying Jie seemed to realize something.

The suffocating killing intent in the air grew stronger.

Lu Qingshan’s long sword was like a flash of cold light, splitting time and again.

Each strike would yield three Sword Lights.

This was an even higher understanding of swordsmanship than before.

Lu Qingshan advanced, and the three Sword Lights pressed down.

Ying Jie’s eyes turned bloodshot, his fists flickered, repeatedly striking at the Sword Light.

“Disperse for me!” he roared.

But then something strange happened again.

The Sword Light condensed, transformed into a Sword Trace, and inexplicably dispersed.

Ying Jie’s full-powered strike hit nothing, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He staggered forward a step, lowering his fists.

But then, the dispersed three Sword Lights reappeared.

However, this time, Ying Jie had no strength left to block them.

Boom!

The three Sword Lights merged into one, became tangible, and showed their true form.

It was none other than the Demon Suppressing Form!

Blood spurted!

One sword pierced the heart.

The Demon Suppressing Form was two inches into the flesh, incredibly close to Ying Jie’s heart, with blood spilling out from it.

No one could believe this was a Sword Technique executed purely with skill, without any aid from Spiritual Power.

Such a Sword Technique shouldn’t exist in this world.

It was like deploying a celestial technique in a martial arts world–completely out of place.

But Ying Jie understood.

And because he understood, he was utterly terrified.

“Bloodstain Battle Technique…” Ying Jie’s voice trembled.

The move Lu Qingshan used came from the Bloodstain Battle Technique on the Warfare Stele.

He also had comprehended the Bloodstain Battle Technique Stele, so it appeared extremely familiar to him, revealing its secrets at a glance.

But how could this be?

He had comprehended the Bloodstain Battle Technique Stele days before Lu Qingshan.

Yet, in his view, the battle technique was incredibly profound and elusive. By his estimation, it would take at least decades of study and contemplation to achieve initial insights and apply the secrets of the Mang Cang Warfare.

For those able to comprehend the Mang Cang Warfare, even if there were differences in their battle technique talent, it shouldn’t be that significant.

He was convinced of this point.

But Lu Qingshan had clearly only comprehended the Mang Cang Warfare three days ago, so how was he already able to utilize its techniques?

How could it be possible to grasp the basics of the Mang Cang Warfare in just three days?

How could this be considered just a disparity? It was the difference between a sparrow and a swan.

Lu Qingshan ignored Ying Jie’s shock.

The Demon Suppressing Sword emitted a faint purple glow, with a green light as bright as autumn water, and sword shadows like a silver vase bursting, splashing towards Ying Jie.

Ying Jie’s mind was in chaos, his vision filled with sword shadows like an army, causing his heart to tremble.

In terms of skill, this was already the most magnificent performance.

What’s rare is that, beneath this splendor lay unparalleled lethality.

This is top-grade swordsmanship.

Both beautiful and deadly.

Since ancient times, in the mortal Jianghu, swordsmen have always been known for their gracefulness.

No martial technique could combine these two elements as seamlessly as swordsmanship.

Ying Jie was dazzled and distracted.

He relied on instinct to continually fend off Lu Qingshan’s offensive.

But Lu Qingshan’s ferocity was visibly escalating.

This forced Ying Jie to confront a truth he didn’t want to believe.

Lu Qingshan was using him as a whetstone, mastering the Mang Cang Warfare in real-time through their fight.

This was a reality that was utterly despairing, eradicating his will to battle.

At this moment, Lu Qingshan withdrew his sword.

Ying Jie, exhausted from the defense, finally let out a breath.

“Spring Breeze Returns.” Lu Qingshan slowly uttered one word.

A gentle breeze swept by.

Ying Jie felt a cool sensation on his neck.

In a moment.

A head flew up.

Ying Jie’s body was separated from his head.

–The cool sensation he felt was actually Lu Qingshan’s sword edge.

On Ying Jie’s face, there was a look of disbelief.

Lu Qingshan had clearly withdrawn his sword. How did the sword edge end up at his neck?

He couldn’t fathom it and kept his eyes wide open.

This was an exceedingly abrupt killing move.

Of course, this was abrupt to Ying Jie.

Lu Qingshan had been preparing and gathering momentum for a long time for this sword strike.

The vitality of an Eighth Grade Demon Cultivator was extremely strong, even if he couldn’t deploy the Divine Demon Body. But even with his body and head separated, he still wasn’t entirely dead.

However, that was only a matter of time.

Lu Qingshan’s expression was cold and stern.

He swung the sword.

Finishing blow.

Prevent further issues.

He didn’t want to wait any longer.

Facing the incoming Sword Light, Ying Jie knew he was doomed.

Finally, malice flashed in his eyes, and he laughed maniacally.

“Incredible, incredible, truly incredible!” Ying Jie was utterly deranged, “For a Low-Ranking Demon General to actually kill me, I never expected such a person to truly exist in the world!”

Lu Qingshan frowned.

That line didn’t sound like good news.

Sure enough.

“But, you’ve overlooked one thing. No matter what, I can still drag you down with me!”

“You can win, but it will always be a Pyrrhic victory!”

As soon as the words were out, Lu Qingshan’s sword had already arrived.

The Demon Suppressing Sword was extremely sharp, and the blue light flashed like a frost line, slicing Ying Jie’s head in two and exploding it into a bloody mist.

Ying Jie…

Dead!

In the next instant, Lu Qingshan’s expression changed.

Because amidst the bloody mist, a Blood Arrow shot forth.

Simultaneously, in the void, a massive gaping mouth appeared at an unimaginable speed, swallowing the bloody mist where Ying Jie’s head had been.

Lu Qingshan’s vision blurred.

The bloody mist had already entirely vanished.