The surrounding seniors of Swords Sect smiled. It was great to have someone like him as a disciple of the Azure Lotus Lord. Otherwise, they would not have the face to invite Ming Zhuo.
Ming Zhuo was not just a disciple of the Azure Lotus Lord. He was also one of the strongest in Yu Jiuxiao, the fourth pillar of Night. He was qualified to be the Night Chief.
Once the war came, Ming Zhuo could compete for the position of Night Chief. With his strength and identity, the possibility of him becoming the Night Chief was extremely high.
Although he wasn't a Lesser God of Defense, in times of war, Xiao Shou was on the same level as the Lesser God of Defense. Other than the Superior God of Defense, no one could stop him. Wherever his sword pointed, he would be invincible, bringing with him mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
During that period of time, even the large organizations in the universe did not dare to go against him openly.
"Why is senior brother here?" Lu Siyu was curious. She did not know that the Swords Sect had invited Ming Zhuo.
Ming Zhuo smiled mysteriously, "You will know later. Alright, you can leave now. The battle of the Swords Sect has been delayed. It's time to begin."
Lu Siyu nodded, bowed, and then left.
Ming Zhuo looked at the four people on the sword board, "Begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Sword Will suddenly changed. The Butcher Wall immediately raised his sword, and the Sword Will transformed into a stone wall.
Lu Sizhan swung his sword at Lu Bi.
At the same time, Lu Bi pointed his sword at Lu Feichen. His only opponent was Lu Feichen.
The Swords Sect had known each other for so many years. They knew each other's strength. There was no need for them to work together.
Lu Bi only had one attack left for Lu Feichen.
Lu Feichen also wanted to see the power of Lu Bi's attack.
Lu Bi had to wait. He had to wait for the other three to exhaust their strength. That was how a sect master of the Swords Sect became the Swords Sect Head. Of course, the chances of him becoming the Swords Sect Head were extremely low. Lu Bi was too weak. Very few sect masters were still at the Primordial realm. He was worried for Lu Sizhan. If Lu Sizhan had reached the level of Du Ku Ai, he would have some hope against Lu Feichen. Now, it all depended on Lu Bi.
As for Lu Bi's sword technique, he did not even look at it. It could not break through his defense.
Not only Lu Bi, everyone looked at Lu Bi.
Lu Bi's attack was the best.........................
Using the famous picture to prove his heart, he observed the world and the sea.
"Famous Ancient Map."
Lu Jing's gaze was stern as he thrust out his sword. In an instant, the heavens and earth were distorted as if paintings had appeared. On the paintings, mountains, rivers, flowers, and birds came to life. There were also countless illusions of people rushing towards the Sword Will, causing the killing power of the sword to transform continuously.
It was changing every moment.
Ming Zhuo was astonished. "Not a bad sword intent. No one has ever made their sword intent so full of endless changes. Under the Famous Paintings of the Ages, there are not only famous paintings, but also people who appreciate them."
"Very few people in the Continent of the Nine Heavens can block that sword."
Hearing Ming Zhuo's words, the four elders beside him laughed. Although the Four Lin Sword Sects competed with each other, they were still one entity. The Four Lin Sword Sects ruled over the entire Four Lin Sword Sects, not just one Sword Sect.
For Ming Zhuo to be so impressed, it meant that Lu Jing's sword was indeed not bad.
Amidst the crowd, Lu Yin remained calm. His sword will was constantly changing, and the Timeless Painting's rich heritage had indeed allowed Lu Jing to comprehend the Sword of Slaughter. If he had enough time, and enough Timeless Paintings, his sword will would continue to rise until it was difficult for others to keep up with him.
But, was this his sword will?
Was this sword his, or someone else's?
His sword intent had been greatly affected.
Slaughter
Fei Chen unsheathed his sword, and a cold light flashed. Flying stars flew towards the sword, the person, and the painting.
Between heaven and earth, blurry paintings were torn apart. Lu Jing and Lu Feichen swept past each other, and blood flowed down his wrist. Lu Jing was powerless, and he let go of the sword hilt. The sword fell to the ground with a soft sound.
Lu Feichen kept his sword, turned around, and looked at Lu Jing's back. "Your heart is too complicated."
The crowd was in an uproar, thinking that they had heard wrongly.
Lu Jing had always been calm, and the Nan Lin Sword Sect allowed scholars to enter and leave as they pleased. They could not disturb him at all. His heart should be the calmest.
Outsiders' perception of Lu Jing was that he was calm and indifferent, like a pool of stagnant water. Only his paintings could make this pool of stagnant water boil.
But in Lu Feichen's words, it was complicated.
On the high platform, Ming Zhuo's lips curled up. "Although there are thousands of sword wills, they can't completely merge into one's own Dao. In the end, they are just complicated."
"I'm sorry," the elder from Nan Lin Sword Sect said bitterly.
Ming Zhuo waved his hand. "It's not that bad. It's already quite good for him to be able to cultivate his sword will to this extent. If he doesn't fight with the Peerless Master Pros, it would be hard to find a match for his sword will. Although this cultivation method is complicated, there's a lot of room for improvement.
The elder sighed and shook his head.
On the sword board, Lu Jing turned around and looked at Lu Feichen. "I hope you can get rid of the word 'complicated'. This sword will is yours."
Lu Feichen said, "We haven't decided on the sword leader yet."
Lu Jing smiled. "Who else can be your opponent? Them?" As he said that, he looked to the other side, and his gaze suddenly changed. How could it be?
Lu Feichen frowned and looked over.
He saw that Lu Bi, who should have completely defended against Lu Sizhan's sword will, had fallen. When?
Lu Feichen did not expect that he would be so focused on Lu Jing that he forgot about the other side.
Or rather, they did not really care about the other side.
However, something unexpected happened on the other side.
Lu Bi was defeated.
On the other side of the sword board, Lu Bi was lying on the ground. His right hand struggled to support himself on the ground. He slowly got up, panting heavily.
On his chest, a red dot gradually spread. It was blood.
He stared at Lu Sizhan and gritted his teeth. His eyes were filled with anger and disappointment. "I hope it's not you, but it is you. Why is this position so important?
Why are you willing to go against your morals to get it? "
On the other side, Lu Sizhan was different from his usual self. His face was terrifyingly calm. He did not answer but looked at Lu Feichen.
Below, the crowd was discussing. However, most of them were focused on the battle between Lu Feichen and Lu Jing. They did not notice how Lu Bi was defeated.
On the high platform, Ming Zhuo said calmly, "To be able to see through the defense of the heavy sword in an instant, it doesn't make sense."
Beside him, the elder from the Xi Lin Sword Sect was furious. "It's that person. The person who injured the three sect leaders helped Lu Sizhan. Lu Bi guessed that the person might have been invited by the Xi Lin Sword Sect. At that time, I even shouted at him to stop. The Xi Lin Sword Sect would not be so despicable. I never thought that it was true."
Another elder's face turned ugly. "It shouldn't be like this."
"Old man, this is the person from the Xi Lin Sword Sect. Are you going to do something about it?
If you don't, I will. This is outrageous. Since ancient times, the battle for the Xi Lin Sword Sect's head has always been fair and square. Since when has such a thing happened? "
"I will give you an explanation for this matter." With that, the elder from the Xi Lin Sword Sect stood up and looked at the sword plate. "Lu Sizhan."
Lu Sizhan looked over.
"Let me ask you, how did you see through the flaws of the Butchering Sword Will?"
Everyone present.
Everyone looked at Lu Sizhan.
Lu Sizhan's face was calm. "Victory is victory, defeat is defeat. If everyone thinks that I cannot win, why would I be standing here?"
"That person was invited by you." The elder from the Xi Lin Sword Sect shouted, causing a commotion.
The seniors from the Xi Lin Sword Sect frowned. "Don't speak nonsense."
"Don't jump to conclusions. Otherwise, the Xi Lin Sword Sect will be the laughing stock of the outside world."
The elder from the Xi Lin Sword Sect was furious as he glared at Lu Sizhan.
Below, Lu Siyu had a complicated look in her eyes. She finally understood why Lu Yin did not go after the other three sects. He had his eyes on her father. He told her father about the flaws of the other three headmasters' sword wills so that her father could win.
No wonder she hadn't seen her father for half a month. She thought that her father was studying the sword wills given to him by her sisters.
Father, why did you agree to it?
With your character, it is impossible for you to do such a thing.
Lu Sizhan's gaze swept across the crowd. "Will the battle continue?"
"Explain yourself first." The elder from the Xi Lin Sword Sect shouted.
The others looked at Lu Sizhan but did not say anything.
At this time, Lu Feichen spoke with a cold gaze, "Brother Zhan, do you want to continue?"
Lu Sizhan looked at Lu Feichen and said, "I must become the Xi Lin Sword Sect's head."
"Why have you become like this?" Lu Bi coughed up blood as he stood up with difficulty. His eyes were filled with disappointment.
Lu Jing was surprised as well. He looked at Lu Sizhan. In their minds, Lu Sizhan was a righteous and open-minded person. He had a clear understanding of the world and was very tolerant. That was why he had failed to overcome the Bitter Adversity, as there was nothing worth his pain. The Primordial realm was not shameful. Even though Lu Sizhan was the weakest of the four, he was not looked down upon.
However, the current Lu Sizhan was very unfamiliar.
In the distance, everyone discussed how despicable Lu Sizhan was, actually inviting outsiders to attack his own people.
Lu Yin stood with his hands behind his back as he watched quietly. He admired Lu Sizhan very much. He could maintain his original heart in the complicated and dangerous world of cultivation, showing his care and tolerance for his daughter, and even reaching the Primordial realm. There were not many people like that. Forcing him to compete for the position of the Xi Lin Sword Sect's head was very cruel.
However, as someone who carried the Tian Yuan Universe on his back and was constantly plotting and scheming, how could he not be cruel?
Lu Sizhan was just like Lu Xiaoxuan. He was the beautiful Azure Lotus Guard of the past, the heart that the consciousness of the Heavenly Tower had sought.
So, what do you want to do now?
"Father, forget it," Lu Siyu called out.
Lu Sizhan remained unmoved.
On the other side of the sword plate, Lu Feichen nodded, "Alright, let's continue."
The elder from the Western Swords Gate wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by Ming Zhuo, "If you can defeat other experts with just a few moves, how can those experts bear the title of the Xi Lin Sword Sect's head?"
His words silenced the crowd.
That was right. Lu Sizhan had been taught, but his cultivation had not changed, nor had he borrowed any external help. He was still himself. If he could defeat Lu Feichen, then Lu Feichen would be useless, and there would be no need for him to compete for the position of the Xi Lin Sword Sect's head.
Ming Zhuo reminisced, "Lu Cang is a vicious person. If he were here, he would rather have his flaws seen through by others to make up for it, let alone being taught by others. I hope that the Xi Lin Sword Sect can produce another Lu Cang."
Lu Cang was the previous head of the Xi Lin Sword Sect. He had died in a war outside.
The people of the Xi Lin Sword Sect were familiar with the name, especially Lu Feichen, because Lu Cang came from the Northern Swords Gate.