Three Thousand Female Students Ranked In Immortal Class

Chapter 46: Not as Excellent as the Snake-playing Lord

Li Wuxie's black sword appears rough, but its sword pressure is extremely delicate.

The sword tip is very sensitive, able to automatically sense the target's spiritual pressure and spiritual rate, and then adjust its own sword pressure to resonate with the target's spiritual pressure and spiritual rate, resulting in a resonant attack.

This is a sword technique far surpassing the level of an Immortal Venerable, an extremely advanced sword art!

If it were an ordinary Immortal Venerable sword art, how could it catch Lu Ya's eye?

Apart from Lu Ya, the others present couldn't understand this kind of attack.

The black sword quietly advances, causing ripples in the space, slowly stabbing towards Lu Ya's chest.

The reason it didn't stab Lu Ya's Immortal Platform is because Li Wuxie feels that he doesn't deserve to die.

Li Wuxie knows exactly who Xu Yinglong is.

Seeing Lu Ya crush Xu Yinglong's skull with one foot, he even feels like applauding, but due to his identity, he must strongly condemn it.

As long as Lu Ya doesn't make outrageous demands, he can completely suppress today's situation on his own.

But the problem now is that this Elder Lu, who knows where he came from, is too arrogant!

Daring to even ask for an Immortal Court inspection ship?

If a high-ranking female steward came, wouldn't you want to sleep with her too?

What Li Wuxie doesn't know is that the high-ranking female steward, Jiu Hu Xian, has already slept with Lu Ya and been trained into a tool.

With this Elder Lu here, today's situation cannot be resolved.

He must beat him into the same state as Xu Yinglong for there to be a conclusion.

He must use this sword!

On the street.

At the edge of the cliff.

On the other six immortal ships.

Everyone holds their breath and focuses.

In their eyes, Li Wuxie's sword represents the irresistible might of the Immortal Court.

For a moment, the entire Floating Bamboo Spring Mountain Sword Plateau falls silent.

On the Little Bamboo Spring Mountain Sword Plateau.

Liu Xuanye stands with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, silently watching, trying to comprehend this sword.

In the sky.

Jiu Hu Xian sits cross-legged on a giant gourd, ignoring her shoulder injury, her hands crossed over her chest, with a gourd resting between her breasts. She occasionally lowers her head to take a sip, displaying an attitude of watching the show from the sidelines.

At the edge of the Qing Luan City square.

Ning Zhongzi looks up, his broad-mindedness slightly fluctuating, sweat forming in his palms, and his usually steady aura becoming rare and chaotic...

Not far away.

Zhang Pingzhi's excited heart reaches his throat.

At the same time, he feels a bit regretful. It would be too honorable to die under Li Wuxie's sword, not embarrassing enough.

The others hold their breath and focus.

They don't know when it started, but all spiritual pressures have calmed down.

The black sword moves forward slowly.

A seven-foot-long sword, longer than Lu Ya's height.

The sword body is wide and thick, thicker than Lu Ya's arm.

The sword pressure is calm, even calmer than Lu Ya's.

The wind stops.

The sword...

Also stops.

It stops about a foot in front of Lu Ya's chest!

"Hmm?"

Li Wuxie is slightly startled.

He knows that Lu Ya has hidden some strength, but his sword cannot be blocked by strength alone.

Could it be that this person is also a master of swordsmanship?

Li Wuxie's Qi Sea ripples, suddenly exerting more force.

The space trembles suddenly.

The black sword thrusts forward again!

But once again, it fails to make any progress...

Li Wuxie's face darkens, the sword pressure keeps rising, but it can't break through the space a foot in front of Lu Ya's chest. In the end, the sword tip can't withstand the pressure and dissipates with the wind.

The black sword advances at a visible speed, then shortens at a visible speed, quickly dissipating as if it has turned to ashes.

Did Li Zhi's sword self-destruct?

The onlookers are somewhat puzzled, all standing still for a moment, trying to understand this strange scene.

Li Wuxie's heart trembled slightly, but his face remained calm as he asked indifferently from a distance, "Who exactly are you?"

At the same time, he did not expect Lu Ya to reveal his identity.

The corner of his eye slightly focused, and a highly sharp and concealed divine sense infiltrated Lu Ya's body!

This divine sense was like a gentle spring breeze, yet sharp as a sword. It probed the details of the Immortal Platform within Lu Ya's body and the vague images in his memories, all without the other party's awareness.

Li Wuxie secretly closed his eyes.

His gaze penetrated through layers of mist...

He saw a fairy mountain!

On the wide Sword Plateau in the early morning.

A young man with handsome features and a clear face was wielding a long sword. With each monotonous sword swing, the scenes of his life gradually appeared.

At seven years old, he became an Immortal Lord.

At eighteen, an Immortal Master.

At sixty, an Immortal Sect.

At three hundred, an Immortal Venerable.

At one thousand, an Immortal Saint.

At three thousand, an Immortal Emperor.

His cultivation path was fast and righteous, meticulous without any missteps.

He secretly cultivated until he reached Immortal Emperor before leaving the sect. In the blink of an eye, his reputation soared in the Western Court Continent!

He was directly recruited by the Western Court Sword Pavilion and entered the high ranks of the pavilion. His future was bright.

Time and time again, he slayed demons and extinguished darkness. In just a thousand years, he rose to become a nine-star Immortal Emperor. Before he was transferred to the headquarters of the Immortal Court, during a mission to eradicate the Immortal Tail...

He encountered the woman destined in his fate.

A snake fairy.

And then...

There was no "and then."

After this incident, his cultivation speed plummeted to the Immortal Venerable Realm. He was demoted to the Eastern Water Immortal District in the remote Cloud Immortal Domain, where he served as the leader of a fairy district, never letting go of his porcelain teapot and constantly drinking wolfberry tea.

Seeing this, Li Wuxie's back was drenched in sweat, and he suddenly woke up.

This... isn't Lu Ya!

This is his own life!

Li Wuxie's eyes froze, his gaze filled with shock as if he saw a towering wave.

It was as if he stood in front of a mirror, where everything about himself was laid bare.

Why did he see his own life inside this guy's body?

Li Wuxie's back was drenched in sweat, feeling a chill down his spine.

He had seen countless experts, and experts had an aura. No matter how they concealed their spiritual power, their temperament couldn't be hidden. However, looking at the person in front of him, not only was there no fluctuation in spiritual power, but his temperament was truly that of an ordinary person.

Something's not right!

Even if it was an Immortal Emperor's divine sense, it was far from reaching the level of Lu Ya's divine sense. He couldn't even imagine what kind of scene that was.

Could it be...

Li Wuxie suddenly thought of a strange constitution from legends. Although this Immortal Platform couldn't be cultivated, it was smooth like a mirror, immune to and rebounded all spiritual power penetration. It was called the Mirror Immortal Platform!

He had actually seen someone with a "famous" Mirror Immortal Platform before. Could it be that he also had a Mirror Immortal Platform?

Because of the Mirror Immortal Platform, he was immune to Liu Xuanye's husband-restraining prohibition?

Because of the Mirror Immortal Platform, he was immune to his Resonance Sword Art, causing the Black Sword to collapse and dissipate under his continuously rising spiritual pressure.

Everything made sense!

Li Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief and said meaningfully, "Young man, your constitution is excellent."

Lu Ya just smiled, also with a meaningful tone, "Not as excellent as the Tea Leader playing with snakes."

"Pfft—"

Li Wuxie's old waist felt sore, and he almost spewed out a mouthful of black blood!

His eyes were dizzy and everything seemed to sway in the sky.

His complexion became much paler, his eye bags heavier, and his temperament suddenly wilted. He even had the urge to take out his purple sand teapot and pour himself a cup of tea...

Is this guy a devil?

However, Lu Ya felt that this kind of Li Wuxie looked more natural.

"The Black Sword just now had a form but no soul. While the medicine's effects are still present, take out your Emperor Sword," he said casually, taking out the most ordinary iron sword.

"It seems like it's been a long time since I drew my sword."

(End of this chapter)