This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Feng Tianming's blade strike was filled with an overwhelming and majestic aura.

The Demonic Cultivators of the Demon Race have always favored this type of grand and vigorous battle style.

The blade light was dazzling, the demonic qi surged like waves, and the power far surpassed that of his previous move.

A suffocating oppressive feeling spread, accompanied by a chilling sensation that shook the soul.

"Let's see how you handle this move!" Feng Tianming roared angrily in his heart.

Whoosh!

Lu Qingshan moved.

He attacked instead of defending, with Black Blood tracing a blurry path in the air, the sword itself indistinguishable, leaving only a frosty line.

Boom!

Blinding light erupted on the battlefield as the two young prodigies collided once again.

It was akin to two waves crashing against each other, the momentum terrifying.

Their figures were completely covered by the dazzling blade and sword light, only two vague silhouettes could be seen.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Their offensive was astonishing, with incredible speed, and in an instant, they had already exchanged over a dozen rounds.

Feng Tianming's aggression was overwhelming, his attacks vast and unending, continuously pressing forward.

Lu Qingshan's sword technique was astonishing, his long sword creating countless sword scars, clashing head-on with the Maple Demon.

Finally, the two once again passed by each other, allowing a brief moment to catch their breath.

Feng Tianming was shocked, "How can he be so fast?"

Previously, Lu Qingshan had already showcased his sword speed multiple times, and Feng Tianming was mentally prepared.

Thus, he employed powerful techniques, unleashed immense strength, intending to break speed with force, but unexpectedly, Lu Qingshan's sword speed had increased significantly out of thin air.

Moreover, every strike from Lu Qingshan carried a secondary dark power.

Although this dark power only had about thirty to forty percent of the strike's original power, it was annoyingly persistent.

Most importantly, he vaguely felt that Lu Qingshan's sword was becoming increasingly faster.

His heart was deeply shocked, "Could this be his true capability?"

"Whoosh!" On the other side, Lu Qingshan exhaled slightly.

An excited gleam flashed in his eyes, filled with battle intent.

Feng Tianming's feeling was not wrong, there was indeed dark power within his sword technique, and it was indeed growing faster.

But this was not the wonder of the Seven Extremes swordsmanship, rather, it stemmed from the secrets of the Wind-Cutting Secret Sword.

Due to identity constraints, he could not use many techniques, so he had to rely on the Seven Extremes to battle.

However, while using the Seven Extremes, he naturally incorporated the mysteries of two Secret Sword Techniques.

"Indeed, one must push themselves."

Until now, he had many techniques and trump cards, so when external sword techniques failed to gain the upper hand, he would switch strategies.

For instance, using the Heart Sword, directly unleashing the Explosive Secret Sword, or switching to the Flying Sword to battle....

In conclusion, rarely stubbornly sticking to one method.

One could not say this method was wrong.

After all, having many techniques ultimately was his capability, and stubbornness was not necessarily a good thing.

However, at times, appropriate stubbornness could indeed help achieve new breakthroughs.

Like now, to contend against Feng Tianming, whose combat prowess was evidently superior, with just the Seven Extremes, he had to enhance the power of his sword technique.

This might be extremely difficult for others.

After all, enhancing the power of a sword technique is not an overnight achievement.

But for Lu Qingshan, whose sword dao talents were maximized, and whose sword dao realm was already extraordinarily high, it was not impossible.

Wind-Cutting is a Secret Sword famous for its speed.

The Seven Extremes is the fast sword technique of the Demon Race.

Although these two don't belong to the same system, sword dao often leads to the same destination, sharing many points of convergence.

After honing through thirteen battles yesterday and under Feng Tianming's immense pressure, Lu Qingshan found himself unconsciously fusing Wind-Cutting and Seven Extremes.

Or rather, he was creating a swordsmanship unique to himself.

"Again!" This time, Lu Qingshan chose to take the initiative.

He erupted with a sharp aura, like a sword unsheathing, exuding a stunning battle intent, moving like a dragon snake, charging forward.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Again, five layers of acceleration, but this time beside the frosty line formed by Black Blood, appeared a much more illusory sword trajectory.

This was the application of the Wind-Cutting Secret Sword.

Wind-Cutting at most could generate two swords from one strike.

He could not yet achieve this level, only capable of generating an additional sword.

But the issue was, previously, Wind-Cutting was akin to a grand move, now it became a regular attack.

Even ordinary attacks containing the mysteries of Secret Swords could be imagined to be significantly powerful!

Unfortunately, Secret Swords vary in levels, Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword's profundity far exceeds that of Wind-Cutting Secret Sword.

With his current capability, he could not yet utilize Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword, otherwise, that would be truly formidable!

Bang!

Feng Tianming's expression slightly changed, raising his long blade to block, but was still shaken by Lu Qingshan's sword, his qi-blood surged, hair flying wildly.

Clang!

Immediately following, the secondary dark power surged, resonating a humming sound, spreading out like a tsunami.

Before Feng Tianming could recover, Lu Qingshan's second sword had already struck again.

The sword trajectory was elusive.

Feng Tianming was momentarily struggling to cope.

"Damn it!" After dozens more moves, anger surged in Feng Tianming's heart, "Is he mocking me?"

He could clearly feel that the power of Lu Qingshan's sword techniques was steadily increasing at a stable rate, step by step pushing him to his limits.

Undoubtedly, "Qing Ge" was confident of victory, dealing with him like a cat playing with a mouse.

Regarding "Qing Ge" genuinely growing stronger.

Who would believe it?

Who can continuously enhance the power of their sword techniques amidst such brief and intense battles?