Lu Qing suddenly appeared in front of Xuan Ming.
This time, he held nothing back.
His blood and qi surged, and his innate true qi also circulated at an extremely rapid pace.
Unfortunately, the talismans he originally stored in the acupoint between his eyebrows were gone.
During the previous tribulation, when he condensed his innate body and underwent a complete transformation.
It was destroyed by the lightning and hadn't had time to be reconstituted.
Otherwise, the power of his strike would have been even more terrifying!
Even without the blessing of the talisman, Lu Qing's current strength has reached a level that is unimaginable to others.
Although he had only just entered the Innate Realm, even ordinary Innate Realm experts who had reached the Great Perfection stage would find it difficult to defeat him in a single move.
With the combined burst of physical strength and internal energy, Lu Qing's power was pushed to its limit.
The sword in his hand, like a thunderbolt from the sky, cleaved towards Xuanming's head.
"Such fast movement, such fast swordsmanship!"
Lu Qing's sudden, lightning-fast movements stunned the onlookers.
Even for them, who were experts at the Innate Realm, it was only a blink of an eye before Lu Qing was already in front of Xuanming.
Even bystanders were so shocked, let alone Xuanming.
As a Qi cultivator, he was not good at close combat, let alone now that his mind and spirit were injured.
Therefore, faced with Lu Qing's terrifying agility, he had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as Lu Qing's long sword slashed towards his head.
It looked like Xuanming was about to be cleaved in two by Lu Qing's blade.
Suddenly, the red robe he was wearing, embroidered with gilded gold, emitted a layer of red light, protecting him within.
However, under Lu Qing's overwhelming power, the red light only lasted for less than half a breath before being shattered by Lu Qing.
But in that instant, Xuanming finally had time to react. At the last moment, he tilted his head and avoided a skull fracture.
This caused Lu Qing's battle blade to merely graz his head and strike his shoulder.
boom!
Lu Qing's slash landed on Xuan Ming's shoulder, but it didn't cleave him in two.
Instead, it was blocked by the red robe and could not be cut into his body.
However, while the red robe could block the sharpness of the sword, it could not completely neutralize the power of Lu Qing's strike.
Under Lu Qing's immense power, Xuanming's shoulder collapsed instantly, breaking countless bones.
The ground beneath where he sat was cracked in layers, and a pit was pressed out, burying him halfway in the soil.
"Ah! Senior Brother Xuanming!"
"You little beast, prepare to die!"
"Death to the demons!"
Seeing that Xuanming had been slashed into the ground by Lu Qing, his fate unknown.
The other elders of Suspended Mountain had eyes that were practically popping out of their sockets.
They had already sensed something was wrong when they saw that Lu Qing was able to break free from the control of the Vajra Pestle's calming golden light, and they began to be on guard.
Who would have thought that Lu Qing's speed would be so terrifying.
Even though they were on high alert, they still didn't have time to react before he was forced to stand in front of Senior Brother Xuanming.
In their grief and anger, several elders from Xuankong Mountain immediately pounced on Lu Qing, using fists and kicks, as well as weapons such as monk's staffs and knives, each employing their unique skills to surround and attack him.
Xuanming was not good at close combat, but his junior brothers were all martial arts masters with the strength of the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm.
With the combined strength of several people, the violent force instantly shattered the air within a radius of several feet and crushed towards Lu Qing.
Its terrifying aura made the eyelids of all the powerful figures watching the battle twitch.
"Haha, well done!"
Facing the siege of five top-tier martial artists at the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm, who were also from a secret place.
Lu Qing showed no fear whatsoever; in fact, he burst into laughter and made an unexpected move.
He released his grip, letting the sword he held fall to the ground.
With his fists clenched, a deafening roar erupted from Lu Qing's mouth in the next instant.
The roar was like waves and billows, like a dragon and a tiger, awe-inspiring and terrifying.
More importantly, as soon as the whistling sound was released, the powerful sonic shockwaves shattered the violent airflow stirred up by the five elders of Suspended Mountain, rendering them no longer able to pose any threat to Lu Qing.
With a long roar, Lu Qing shattered the energy in an instant, without pausing at all.
Using the remaining force of his long roar, he twisted his foot, deforming the ground beneath his feet, and his body emitted a layer of white mist as he lunged towards an elder from the Suspended Mountain.
It sounds complicated, but in reality, from the encirclement and attack of Lu Qing by several elders of Suspended Mountain to Lu Qing shattering the energy with a long roar, it was all just a matter of a breath.
By the time Lu Qing lunged at the Elder of Suspended Mountain, the attacks from the others had not yet landed on him.
Lu Qing lunged at an unarmed monk first.
This person was broad-shouldered, with particularly thick and large arms, and exuded a powerful aura of blood and qi.
He was clearly a top-tier expert whose physical body was extremely strong and who was exceptionally skilled in martial arts.
In the path of martial arts, after entering the Innate Realm, one can cultivate Innate True Qi, possess the ability to release True Qi externally, and condense long-range attack methods such as sword Qi and saber Qi.
However, not all martial artists at the Innate Realm choose this path of cultivation.
Some martial artists choose to use their own internal energy to nourish their bodies and make them even stronger.
Such martial artists possess physical bodies far stronger than ordinary innate realm cultivators, and their pure power is also significantly enhanced.
This is the path that naturally gifted martial artists who are skilled in fist and foot techniques would choose.
The monk that Lu Qing lunged at was a powerful martial artist who focused on physical cultivation and was skilled in fist and foot techniques.
When he saw that Lu Qing had actually abandoned his sword and lunged at him empty-handed, a sinister smile immediately appeared on his face.
"Kid, you're courting death!"
A pair of broad, thick hands, as big as palm fans, turned crimson, like two blood-red millstones, stirring up air currents as they slammed fiercely into Lu Qing's body.
roar!
Faced with the monk's fierce attack, Lu Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even try to dodge.
The roar of tigers and the cry of dragons rose again from his body. He clenched his fists, and his two fists, which gleamed with the luster of white jade, were imprinted on the big monk's red palms with the momentum of two dragons emerging from the sea.
boom!
When fists and palms collided, a powerful force swept in all directions.
The monk's palm was several times larger than Lu Qing's fist, giving him a clear advantage.
However, when Lu Qing's fist landed on his palm, his expression changed instantly.
All he could feel was an abyss-like power emanating from Lu Qing's fist.
It was as if what he photographed was not a fist, but two unshakeable giant mountains.
Under the crushing force of the overwhelming power, the monk's hand twisted and deformed in an instant, then exploded.
Even the arm was shattered inch by inch, the flesh turned into blood mist, and the hand bones were crushed and scattered in all directions.
"ah!"
His arms were shattered by Lu Qing's attack, and the intense pain caused the monk to scream in agony.
However, before he could even finish his scream, Lu Qing had already followed the momentum of his punch, closing in on him and using his shoulder as a shield to crash into his arms.
With Lu Qing's current strength, the force of this collision was immense, and the great monk was instantly struck as if by a battering ram.
His sternum shattered, and his internal organs were crushed into a pulp.
Its large body flew backward until it crashed through two walls before coming to a stop.
However, the person was only exhaling and not inhaling.
boom!
However, Lu Qing paid no attention to any of this as he snuggled into the monk's arms.
He already knew that the other party was doomed.
So the instant he knocked the senior monk away, he used the recoil to leap forward and arrive in front of another monk holding a staff. Accompanied by the roars of tigers and the howls of dragons, he threw another punch.
The monk holding the staff saw his junior brother's miserable state.
But there was no time for grief at this moment. He could only open his eyes wide, unleash his aura, ignore Lu Qing's fist, and strike Lu Qing's chest directly with his staff.
They actually planned to fight Lu Qing to the death, using a mutually destructive strategy!
But how could Lu Qing's wishes come true?
After comprehending the profound Daoist principles of the world's primordial energy and undergoing the baptism of heavenly tribulation.
His understanding of the concept of "intention" has reached a new level, reaching a mysterious and unpredictable realm.
His boxing skills have also made great progress.
Faced with the monk wielding the staff and his desperate fighting style, he merely twisted his feet slightly, and his body suddenly became supple.
With a strange twist, it moved like a dragon, twisting along the staff, but the momentum of the fist remained unchanged, and the fist landed on the opponent's chest.
Having undergone the baptism and reshaping of the heavenly tribulation, Lu Qing's innate body has become incredibly powerful.
The power of this punch was no less than the force of the blow that sent the big monk flying earlier.
With a sound of bones breaking, the monk holding the staff also collapsed in the chest, spitting out blood as he flew backward.
"You little beast, prepare to die!"
After Lu Qing dealt with the two men in succession, the other three elders of Suspended Mountain finally caught up with Lu Qing and attacked him together.
First, a red-robed monk wielding a Buddhist dagger unleashed a barrage of blades that enveloped Lu Qing.
The blade gleamed with a sinister aura, brimming with murderous intent, as if a demon from hell had reappeared, intent on slaying Lu Qing.
As the monk wielding the knife unleashed a flash of sword light, two other monks, one wielding a short staff and the other a fist, also attacked Lu Qing.
"Using a knife in front of me?"
Faced with the combined attack of the three, Lu Qing simply snorted coldly.
Without dodging or avoiding, they even actively faced the barrage of sword flashes.
He gently extended his palm, and the next moment, the blade's light vanished. The monk holding the knife was now caught in the middle of his hand, unable to move.
"How is that possible?"
The monk with the knife looked incredulous, as if he couldn't believe that his swordsmanship could be so easily broken by someone's bare hands.
However, in that moment of distraction, his arm went numb, and somehow Lu Qing had snatched the ring knife from his hand.
With the monk's knife in hand, Lu Qing first used two casual strikes to force back the other two elders of Suspended Mountain.
He then swung his sword horizontally, slashing at the monk holding the sword.
As the blade flashed, the monk holding the knife felt a dizzying sensation and lost consciousness.
"Junior Brother Xuanyi!"
"You little beast, die!"
The remaining two elders of Suspended Mountain saw the monk with the knife beheaded by Lu Qing with a single blow.
His face instantly contorted with madness as he recklessly unleashed all his power, hurtling towards Lu Qing.
Unfortunately, their attacks were destined to be futile against Lu Qing, who was powerful enough to inspire despair.
Within moments, he was easily killed by Lu Qing with the ring-shaped knife in his hand.
puff!
After seeing Lu Qing behead the last elder of Suspended Mountain.
The surroundings were completely silent.
All the powerful figures watching were utterly shocked.
Many powerful figures even showed a hint of fear in their eyes.
There's no way around it; that battle just now was simply too outrageous.
You should know that the ones who attacked Lu Qing just now were the elders of Xuankong Mountain.
These elders from Suspended Mountain are all at the peak of the Innate Realm, and because they come from a secret place, their strength is much greater than that of an average peak Innate Realm cultivator.
But this strength seemed like a joke in front of Lu Qing.
Five people attacked, but they couldn't even damage Lu Qing's clothes.
Instead, they were easily defeated and killed one by one by Lu Qing.
Among these, there is Lu Qing's strange movement technique, his unparalleled strength, and his unpredictable and terrifying swordsmanship.
Without exception, they all impacted everyone's mind and spirit.
Even though the battle was over, everyone still just stared at Lu Qing in fear, and no one dared to utter a word.
He was afraid that he might accidentally offend this evil spirit.
Even a powerful figure like Yangming Daoist remained silent.
As for those young monks who were previously cut in half at the waist by Lu Qing but did not die...
At this moment, they were terrified, trembling all over, and dared not make a sound, for fear that Lu Qing would notice them.
In a distant, unnoticed, dark corner, a shadow was also trembling slightly.
His eyes were filled with disbelief: "How can he be so powerful? What kind of monster is this kid?"
"Huh?"
In the silence, Lu Qing suddenly let out a soft exclamation and turned to look at the location where the monk Xuanming was.
"Old bald monk, I didn't expect you to be so lucky. You're still alive."
Everyone paused for a moment and looked towards Xuanming.
At this moment, the monk Xuanming looked extremely disheveled.
Half of its body was buried in the ground, and the exposed upper body had collapsed on one shoulder, and even one of its ears had been cut off.
With disheveled hair, a face covered in dirt, and body covered in blood, he bore no resemblance whatsoever to the enlightened monk he once was.
However, at this moment, the monk Xuanming had no aura left and looked completely dead, unlike what Lu Qing had said, that he still showed signs of being alive.
"Playing dead, huh?"
Lu Qing chuckled softly, kicked his foot, and a pebble whistled as it flew swiftly toward Xuanming's head.
Just as the stone was about to smash the monk Xuanming's head, a red light suddenly appeared, rippling outwards and blocking the stone.
"Amitabha, Benefactor Lu, do you really intend to exterminate us all?"
Xuanming opened his eyes and looked at Lu Qing with grief and indignation.
When they saw Xuanming open his eyes, all the powerful figures were shocked and realized that he had been faking his death.
While marveling at the profound mystery of the method by which the suspended mountain concealed its aura, they also felt even greater awe for Lu Qing.
With so many of them, none of them noticed or realized that Xuanming was faking his death.
The young man saw right through him at a glance; it was hard to imagine just how powerful he had become.
"To wipe them all out?" Lu Qing said calmly. "That's right. None of you bald monks from Suspended Mountain will be able to leave here alive."
Having said that, he lightly raised his wrist, and a blade of energy flew towards Xuanming.
This sword energy was unleashed with Lu Qing's focused concentration, and even with the red light protecting Xuan Ming's body, it was difficult for him to withstand it.
Sure enough, as the blade energy approached, the red light on Xuanming's body reappeared, but it only lasted for half a breath before being shattered by the blade energy.
Just as Xuanming's eyes showed terror, and he was about to have his head cleaved open by the blade's energy.
A sword aura flew out from nowhere, arriving first despite being delayed, and gently intercepted and neutralized the blade aura.
