"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
Below, the group of disciples and elders of the Confucian Sect were all violently shaken. Those with weaker cultivation vomited blood on the spot.
"Hold the line!"
Lu Tian spoke only two words before taking up his sword and standing before the breach in the great formation, its tip aimed at the three divine sons outside.
Bei You met his gaze for an instant. Without pausing, he raised his long sword again, the light gathered at its tip even more dazzling than before.
"Boom—!"
Sword Qi tore through the void as Bei You's sword shot straight for Lu Tian's face.
With a turn of his wrist, Lu Tian held his long sword horizontally to block. The sword body crashed thunderously against Bei You's long sword.
Bei You was sent flying back dozens of zhang, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes.
He had put seventy percent of his strength into that strike, yet he had failed to force Lu Tian back even half a step.
"Interesting."
The corner of Bei You's mouth curled. He closed in once more, his long sword thrusting out in an unbroken stream, every strike carrying terrifying Sword Might.
Lu Tian's expression did not change. The long sword in his hand seemed alive—blocking, deflecting, guiding—neutralizing Bei You's rainstorm-like offensive one stroke at a time.
His Sword Momentum was steady and weighty, bearing the Confucian Sect's distinctive vast, righteous aura. Though it lacked Bei You's domineering sharpness, it was as immovable as a boulder.
In the gap between Bei You's attacks, Azure Blade's figure suddenly cut in from the side like a ghost.
Before the blade even arrived, its crushing blade pressure had already caved in the void beneath Lu Tian's feet.
Lu Tian shifted slightly. Borrowing the force with his long sword,