I Have A Disciple Simulator - Chapter 1199 - 726: Battle with Great Power! (4K)_2

Chapter 1199: Chapter 726: Battle with Great Power! (4K)_2

The Great Demon of the Demon Realm’s ultimate study was dissolved by Lu Changsheng, leaving him shocked.

He used this endlessly variable saber technique to slay countless strong opponents, but now it was all countered by a young man of lower realm than himself; he was unable to accept it.

Lu Changsheng’s sword momentum continued to rise.

His sword momentum even surpassed the power he exerted when dealing with Duan Liuhate.

Lu Changsheng knew the second sword technique of the “Primordial Nine Styles” posed little threat to Fu Wu, so he prepared to use the third sword technique.

Rumble…

The Sword Qi was too grand and fierce, generating thunder and lightning within the Qi Sea.

Sword Qi stirred, sweeping through the Eight Wastes.

“This Sword Qi… truly received the complete transmission; from where did he learn this sword technique?”

Lin Shiyu was amazed by the sword moves that Lu Changsheng mastered.

Lu Changsheng appeared to have grasped the complete mnemonic verse of the “Primordial Nine Styles”, but this swordsmanship was an ultimate study of a Holy Land, not passed on to non-lineage members.

Lu Changsheng simultaneously mastering the ultimate swordsmanship studies of two Holy Lands astonished even Lin Shiyu.

“Without noticing, his cultivation level almost caught up to mine.”

Lin Beichen, arms crossed over his chest, watched the battle between both sides coldly.

He was subordinate to Hallucinatory Dark Demon Venerable, not Jueyin Demon Venerable’s underling, more like a supervisor, not yet joining the fight.

Even Lin Beichen couldn’t help but show an appreciative gaze.

Though Lin Beichen’s strength was above Fu Wu’s, he astonishingly felt unsure of defeating Lu Changsheng.

“Lu…”

Lin Qinghan sensed Lu Changsheng’s dreadful aura and couldn’t help but smile wryly.

The gap between her and her junior was growing ever larger.

“Sword Sweep the Eight Wastes!”

The brewing sword momentum erupted like a mountain flood, Sword Qi surged fiercely!

“Demon Blade World Destruction!”

Fu Wu felt a threat to his life, swung the Demon Blade without conserving True Qi, and violent Saber Qi cleaved out, destroying heavens and earth!

Saber light and Sword Qi collided fiercely in the air, two dazzling lights of black and white!

Even surrounding mountains were struck by the terrifying scene of the clash between both sides.

This was no longer a duel of ordinary masters, but a showdown of preliminary Great Powers!

“Unbelievable, he left the Holy Land less than ten million years ago, and his strength has grown so much. Compared to him, I am but a mere mortal.”

Ye Feng unleashed a sword strike, slaying a Demon Chief, and gazing at the firmament, witnessed the aftermath of the battle between Lu Changsheng and the Demon General Fu Wu, feeling entirely inferior, thoroughly convinced.

“Taiyuan, you raised a good disciple.”

Grandmaster Tailin and Grandmaster Taixu were stunned by Lu Changsheng’s growth since those years, now at such a height.

Lu Changsheng was like a towering mountain, impossible for them to surpass.

Grandmaster Taixu, back to back with Su Qian’er, faced the Demon Chiefs attacking from all directions: “I only offered him limited guidance, his achievements today are due to his own efforts, we cannot afford to slack.”

The battle was far from over.

The vast army of the Demon Realm led by Jueyin Demon Venerable still surged forth, and Jueyin Demon Venerable along with his four loyal generals were still alive; the crisis was nowhere near resolved.

“I, Fu Wu, was orphaned as a child, adopted by Demon Venerable as his foster son, taught to cultivate Demonic Arts, survived over ten thousand battles, and achieved what I have today; never would I fall to your subordinates!”

Fu Wu, in a rage, poured vast Demonic Qi into the Demon Blade, whose edge tore the skies, shattering the Sword Sea!

“So strong.”

Lu Changsheng had already used the third style of the “Primordial Nine Styles”, yet still could not defeat Fu Wu.

Fu Wu, at such a level as this Great Demon Head, almost crawled up from a mountain of corpses and Blood Sea in the survival-of-the-fittest Demon Realm, impeccable in both will and cultivation.

Fu Wu, man and blade united, greatly smashed Lu Changsheng’s Sword Sea.

Lu Changsheng was forced to create distance, once again confronting Fu Wu.

Sweat dripped down Lu Changsheng’s fingers, using the unfathomable “Primordial Nine Styles” overly consumed True Qi.

“Hu, hu, hu…” Fu Wu let out breaths like an ox, looking as if he had been pulled from a water pool, “The ultimate study of the Qi Family of Primordial Sacred Land, one of the Five Great Innate Holy Lands, truly extraordinary.”

“So it is indeed the ultimate study of Primordial Sacred Land.”

Lu Changsheng had long suspected.

The Qi family of Qi Yuxia’s tribe being so powerful in ancient times likely established a Holy Land in the ancients.

The Qi surname experts existed in Primordial Sacred Land, and Primordial Sacred Land was renowned as a Sword Dao Holy Land, where geniuses like the Banished Sword Immortal on the Qilin Ranking excelled in Sword Dao.

The Qi Clan is very likely the predecessor of the Primordial Sacred Land, and Qi Yuxia and his daughter might be the ancestors of the Qi Family.

Fu Wu recognized the “Primordial Nine Styles” of the Primordial Sacred Land, which allowed Lu Changsheng to confirm the identity of Qi Yuxia and his daughter.

“The fourth sword move should defeat him, but I’m not confident in using the fourth move, I might even be countered by the Sword Qi…”

Lu Changsheng was calculating how to defeat Fu Wu.

“Primordial Nine Styles,” Lu Changsheng was comprehending the fourth style.

Forcibly using the fourth style would mean the Sword Qi couldn’t be controlled and would counter its master.

Unless absolutely necessary, Lu Changsheng wouldn’t risk it.

“Looks like, it’s time to use that set of magical treasures.”

Lu Changsheng and Fu Wu almost simultaneously consumed Elixir Pills, each trying to recover True Qi faster than the other.

“Your sword moves should have reached their limit.”

Fu Wu knew several of Lu Changsheng’s methods, the Mountain and Rivers Chart, Demon Sword, “Primordial Nine Styles.”

Lu Changsheng could at most use the third move of the “Primordial Nine Styles.”

The third move is already the limit of the Divine King Realm.

To use the fourth and further moves, one needs to have cultivation beyond the Divine King Realm.

Fu Wu sneered cruelly, even licking his blade with the tip of his tongue.

He believed that as long as he persevered to the end, Lu Changsheng would not be his match.

“Fu Wu has followed me for a billion years. His combat will is extremely tenacious. Although that boy Lu Changsheng has somehow learned the ultimate study of Mount Taihua Sacred Land, in the end, he will be killed by Fu Wu.”

Jueyin Demon Venerable was still battling Lin Shiyu, having absolute confidence in his trusted general.

As long as he has a breath left, Fu Wu will fight to the end.

With Fu Wu’s cultivation level at the Immortal Realm, he could surely outlast Lu Changsheng.

Lin Shiyu remained silent.

She didn’t know what other methods Lu Changsheng had, but should he exhaust his tricks, he would sooner or later lose due to the difference in realms.

Lu Changsheng put away the Demon Sword.

“Have you given up?”

Fu Wu was about to launch an assault, seeing Lu Changsheng sheath the Demon Sword, thinking that Lu Changsheng recognized his eventual defeat and gave up.

Lu Changsheng didn’t reply; his left hand formed a sword technique with two fingers, and a War Sword flew out from his body, the blade radiating a cold light, Chaotic Sword Qi spilling out, surrounded by wind elements.

“A good sword, quite a decent Dao Artifact. But it’s still not as good as the Demon Sword you used earlier. If you think changing swords will defeat me, you’re gravely mistaken. Let me show you my true strength.”

Fu Wu took out a Blood Bead, merging it with the Demon Blade.

The Demon Blade devoured the Blood Bead, emitting an eerie blood glow, with a chilling blood scent spreading.

Fu Wu’s eyes also glowed with blood light.

“To make me use my trump card, you are among the few.”

Fu Wu wielded the Demon Blade, aiming at Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng, however, didn’t show any fear.

His fingers still pinched the sword technique, a second, third… up to the twelfth War Sword flew out from Lu Changsheng’s body.

“A set of magical treasures?”

Initially underestimating Lu Changsheng, Fu Wu’s face suddenly changed.

He guessed wrong.

Lu Changsheng indeed changed his sword, but he didn’t switch to just one sword; he switched to a set of War Swords!

The number of War Swords amounted to forty-nine!

Quantity leads to a qualitative change.

Forty-nine War Swords of Dao Artifact Level, when forming a Sword Array, become a Treasured Item!

Lu Changsheng simultaneously maneuvered forty-nine War Swords, like a Sword Saint ascending the heavens.

Th𝕀𝑠 𝒸h𝑎pṯ𝙚r 𝙞𝓈 pℴ𝓈𝐭𝓮𝒅 b𝘺 𝘒𝙞𝕥𝙚𝘯𝘰𝗏℮ḷ

“Damn it, how did Lu Changsheng become this strong…”

On the Yin-Yang Peak of Mount Taihua Sacred Land, Jiang Yu witnessed Lu Changsheng wielding the forty-nine War Swords, filled with jealousy.

Lu Changsheng’s return, showcasing strength far beyond Jiang Yu, became an unreachable presence.

He was unwilling.

Jiang Sheng appeared, pressing a hand on Jiang Yu’s shoulder, watching Lu Changsheng in the sky, maneuvering the War Swords and confronting Fu Wu: “Rest assured, the position of Saint Lord will be yours sooner or later.”