Three Thousand Female Students Ranked In Immortal Class

Chapter 47: I'll Raise Your Daughter

On the suspended giant gourd.

A delicate round face filled with confusion.

Jiu Fox Fairy sat cross-legged, sipping wine and observing, then stood up and held her slender waist to observe, then lay on the gourd with her chubby cheeks supported by her hands to observe, then sat on the gourd ridge with her buttocks raised to observe.

No matter what posture she used to observe, she couldn't figure out what Lu Ya and Li Wuji were doing.

Why did Li Wuji's sword disappear into thin air?

Why did Li Wuji's kidney deficiency act up again?

Why did Lu Ya say that Li Wuji's sword had no soul and asked him to draw out the Emperor's Sword?

In other words, the black sword that Li Wuji had been wearing all along was not his true sword?

Thinking of this, Jiu Fox Fairy suddenly felt a faint sense of frustration.

A non-true sword, without the pressure of a sword, actually broke her fox body with one strike!

Even with this level of swordsmanship, it was not enough to defeat Lu Ya...

Could it be that Lu Ya is still a Sword Saint?

The whole scene fell silent.

The others also looked confused and puzzled.

The situation was completely different from what they had expected.

Li Wuji didn't kill Lu Ya with one sword, but instead, the sword suddenly dissipated.

He also became intangible.

What is the Emperor's Sword?

In the air.

Li Wuji's face was solemn.

His tall figure had no spiritual pressure, but it stood tall like a mountain, cold like the wind.

He finally confirmed that this person was not like the rumored Mirror Immortal Platform physique.

Concealing treasures, expert in forbidden techniques, hiding cultivation... there were many possibilities.

But since he could break his black sword, it meant that this person's swordsmanship couldn't be too bad!

However, it was too arrogant to challenge his Emperor's Sword with a common sword.

Considering this person's ignorant and arrogant personality, if he was allowed to run wild in the Eastern Water Immortal District, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking like this, he slowly summoned a divine sword.

Slim, silver-white, as smooth as jade, it looked extraordinary.

For the first time in three thousand years, he drew out his true sword - Si Wuji.

He felt that he had been tainted and was not worthy of drawing this sword again.

But the enemy was too unpredictable, so he had to draw his sword.

Li Wuji held the slender silver Si Wuji, which looked out of place compared to his tall and rough figure.

Only Lu Ya could sense the aura of the independent and somewhat desolate Immortal Emperor.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and he hasn't died yet.

Li Wuji calmly spoke.

"Sword Si Wuji, five feet long, one inch wide, as thin as a cicada's wings, not cutting nameless swords... If you want to fight me, you'd better give your sword a name."

Such a cold and formal manner!

Looking at Li Wuji holding the slender silver sword, Lu Ya thought, this delicate thing of yours will definitely break when it encounters a python's entanglement, even if it doesn't break, it will be bent.

With this thought, he seemed to have found the root cause of Li Wuji's kidney deficiency—

That's right, the sword is not good.

Fortunately, Lu Ya's sword was top-notch.

Just like the one in his hand.

Following Li Wuji's sense of ceremony, Lu Ya imitated him and said solemnly,

"Sword Salted Fish, five feet long, half an inch wide, as thick as a bamboo slip... a bit thicker than yours."

Li Wuji: "..."

Jiu Fox Fairy: "???"

Ning Zhongzi: "..."

Especially Ning Zhongzi, her face turned red in an instant.

She remembered that distant evening when Black Lotus attacked Bamboo Spring Sect, and Lu Ya, in order to prove that he was a man, even let Black Lotus explore with their divine senses...

It had already been a month.

Although Ning Zhongzi didn't understand why Lu Ya named his sword "Salted Fish Sword," when she heard the word "salted fish," she inexplicably thought of Senior Brother Lu's appearance when he was taking care of his health.

In the air.

Li Wuji's figure flashed, and in an instant, he appeared in the upper right side of Lu Ya's sky, slashing towards the back of Lu Ya's neck with his sword!

Since he had decided to fight, he abandoned all arrogance and dignity, only aiming to win with a single word.

This was the basic quality of a Sword Immortal.

As long as Lu Ya's Immortal Platform wasn't disturbed, even if his head was cut off, it would be fine to retrieve it.

This sword was simple and unadorned, but extremely swift. It didn't look like the sword technique of an immortal, but rather the simple sword technique of a low martial world.

As long as you don't move my neck.

Lu Ya smiled, raised his sword with one hand, and casually blocked it.

"To start off with a serious attack, I like it."

Fighting was not child's play. If he played around, he might be turned into ashes by Li Wuji's sword.

Only a serious opponent could bring him the pleasure of scratching an itch. As for whether it could rise to the level of exercising his muscles and bones, it depended on Li Wuji's performance.

Li Wuji was slightly startled.

His figure disappeared again, like a snake suddenly appearing in the grass, and the sword swiftly surrounded Lu Ya.

The battle quickly intensifies!

On the street.

At the edge of a cliff.

A celestial boat.

The crowd looks bewildered, even more so than before.

Aren't the sword techniques of immortals supposed to be as flashy as Liu Xuanye's?

Are these two using bayonets in their swordplay?

Although their movements are smooth, swift, concise, with sudden stops and elegant starts, they are too plain, without any unnecessary fluctuations of spiritual energy, making it difficult to discern their true power.

Is this what the world of the strong is like?

In the air.

Flashes of light and shadows.

Ripples spreading.

After a hundred moves, Li Wuyao feels exhilarated, comfortable all over, as if he has reached the pinnacle.

It's so enjoyable, too enjoyable!

He hasn't encountered such an opponent in a long time, nor has he fought like this in a long time.

Pain is pain, and after a hundred moves, he also feels tired, sweat dripping from his forehead, especially his waist, which is becoming increasingly unresponsive.

Looking at the opponent again.

Lu Ya stands steadily, looking at him with a friendly smile, not a drop of sweat on him...

Obviously, Lu Ya's footwork is even more concise, saving a lot of energy, his sword technique seems to merge with heaven and earth, with flaws everywhere.

But once he attacks a flaw, he instantly transforms into a flawless posture.

Until this moment, Li Wuyao realizes that this person's sword technique is not inferior to his own, and may even be stronger.

But he can't lose like this, not even a drop of sweat from the other side.

The more moves he makes, the more disadvantaged he becomes!

Thinking like this, Li Wuyao directly slashes with his sword, aiming at Lu Ya.

Out of courtesy and composure, Lu Ya holds his sword with both hands to block the attack.

The two swords clash, making a loud sound.

Lu Ya remains motionless, smiling and saying, "You wasted too much energy before, this sword is the key."

Being hit right on the mark by Lu Ya's words, Li Wuyao's face darkens, unable to respond. He knows he is at a disadvantage and can no longer care about his dignity. He activates the power of the Seven-Star Immortal Venerable, infusing it into his sword.

His sword suddenly becomes extremely heavy, as if it is not a slender silver sword, but the giant axe of Pangu that opened heaven and earth.

At the same time, he chants the sword seal—

"Wuyao Seal."

A pure and righteous white sword seal continuously condenses on the sword.

In an instant, silver light radiates.

The space trembles.

Relying on the Wuyao Sword Seal, Li Wuyao's cultivation temporarily soars.

Eight-Star Immortal Venerable, Nine-Star Immortal Venerable, One-Star Immortal Saint, Three-Star Immortal Saint, Five-Star Immortal Saint, Eight-Star Immortal Saint...

However, no matter how his cultivation soars, Lu Ya remains motionless, not a drop of sweat on him.

Li Wuyao, on the other hand, becomes increasingly heavy, feeling that the Immortal Platform could burst open at any moment.

But he can only grit his teeth and persevere.

This man is too strong!

As the texture of the Wuyao Sword Seal continues to evolve, becoming intricate, even vast.

The pressure from the sword seal also rapidly increases, One-Star Immortal Emperor, Two-Star Immortal Emperor... until Nine-Star Immortal Emperor!

Swish—

A mouthful of black blood sprays out, Li Wuyao's figure disperses, kneeling in mid-air.

In front of him, Lu Ya remains motionless, not a drop of sweat on him.

This is a man he couldn't defeat even at his peak!

A deep sense of frustration is imprinted in Li Wuyao's mind, but for some reason, there is also a sense of relief.

Li Wuyao sheathes his sword and stands up, saying, "You win."

Lu Ya shakes his head and points to the Xianyu Sword, saying, "No, you win."

Li Wuyao takes a closer look and sees a crack on Lu Ya's Xianyu Sword.

It hasn't shattered because Lu Ya has added a faint spiritual energy of a One-Star Immortal Lord to the sword.

For Lu Ya, Li Wuyao is a man he couldn't defeat without spiritual energy—this is the first time he has used his cultivation since transmigrating.

It's not just because Li Wuyao is a high-level Demonic Cultivator who can instantly reach Immortal Emperor, but more importantly, his sword technique is indeed formidable, approaching his own level.

Li Wuyao almost cries when he sees this.

His spiritual pressure instantly reached Immortal Emperor, only then did the other party use Immortal Lord spiritual pressure...

And you call this a win for me?

He can't imagine how strong this guy is!

Lu Ya sheathes his sword, not caring about the crack on it.

He is quite satisfied with this exercise, and since there is no life-and-death enmity between him and Li Wuyao, it's rare to meet someone who understands the way of the sword, so he has no intention of killing him.

"The boat, I will definitely take it, but since your swordsmanship is quite impressive, as a reward, I will do something for you."

At this moment, Li Wuyao is completely exhausted, finding it difficult to even stand. He takes out a porcelain teapot and casually takes a sip of Shenqi tea, his actions calm and indifferent, as if he is the victor. Only then does he ask, "What is it?"

Lu Ya chuckles.

"Cough, cough, I can help you raise your daughter."