Chapter 2378 Draw the sword!

During his time at the Qingzong Sect, Lu Hansheng developed a sense of belonging and was no longer able to fight recklessly.

Looking at Pan Ran's figure holding the bronze sword, Lu Hansheng felt considerable pressure. His intuition told him that if it really came to a life-or-death battle, he would most likely be the loser.

Even so, Lu Hansheng's face did not show a trace of fear or cowardice.

He's just a smart aleck; he's not afraid of death.

As fellow sword cultivators and both Great Emperors who proved their Dao through the sword, Lu Hansheng was itching to have a battle to discuss the Dao.

"Let's find another place and exchange a few blows. If you satisfy me, I will definitely answer your questions."

Lu Hansheng made a request.

Pan Ran was not afraid at all and readily agreed: "Okay."

Ye Liujun and the others were surprised that Lu Hansheng would do this, and their expressions were serious, with worry in their eyes.

"Old Lu, watch out!"

They might argue heatedly on ordinary days, but when trouble comes, they unite as one and show genuine concern for each other.

Logically speaking, emperors who have suppressed their empires all possess an indomitable pride, making it difficult for them to truly integrate when they come together.

However, with Chen Qingyuan as a factor, the emperors got along well, and even when friction arose, they never crossed each other's bottom lines.

"This person is definitely not a good person; we must be cautious."

"We should not underestimate them."

"If we are outmatched, we must find a way to escape."

The group secretly whispered to each other, reminding Lu Hansheng not to be careless.

They were well aware that it was difficult to avoid friction when two Dao-proving Sword Emperors met, so they did not stop Lu Hansheng's actions.

Hearing his friends' words of concern, Lu Hansheng felt a warm current flowing through his heart.

Lu Hansheng, once a man who only saw the strong and the weak, was alone and unrestrained. After arriving in Shenzhou, he formed an inextricable bond with Chen Qingyuan, which changed the trajectory of his life and allowed him to experience different feelings.

This feeling is not bad.

"Come!"

Lu Hansheng shouted something to Pan Ran, then turned and rushed into the depths of the starry sky.

Head to a nearby deserted area; that should be enough to make your move.

Pan Ran followed closely behind, not falling behind Lu Hansheng, and the distance between them remained constant. This suggests that Pan Ran's strength is definitely no less than Lu Hansheng's; otherwise, it would be difficult to achieve this.

Given this situation, how could the emperors stand idly by? They quickly followed and insisted on watching the battle.

In the depths of the starry sky, all is deathly silent and cold.

This desolate area is perfect for fighting.

Lu Hansheng and Pan Ran stared at each other from afar, their sword auras rising continuously, as if they were about to burst this area apart.

In the distance, Ye Liujun and the others were watching the battle intently.

Who will win this battle?

Rong Che frowned, his gaze serious, and murmured.

"This person gives me the impression of being much stronger than Lao Lu."

Ye Liujun is not optimistic about the outcome of this battle. This is a fact, and we should face it seriously, not deceive ourselves.

In the depths of the starry sky, silence reigns and frost lingers.

"Draw out the sword!"

Pan Ran placed himself in a superior position, signaling Lu Hansheng to draw his sword first, looking down on the world with cold words.

Lu Hansheng was not angered by Pan Ran's dismissive attitude. Before the great battle, his heart became exceptionally calm.

A few breaths later, Lu Hansheng raised the folding fan in his hand, and his sword intent erupted like billions of volcanoes, soaring straight to the end of the starry sky.

cut!

He drew his sword and slashed, the sword light like a waterfall, splitting the starry sky in two.

The white jade folding fan is named Moon Shadow.

The moonlight trembled slightly, splashing out billions of starlight.

Facing Lu Hansheng charging straight at him from the front, Pan Ran's expression remained indifferent, but now held a hint of seriousness. He thrust his right hand, gripping the bronze sword, forward.

An invisible azure light emanated from the sword's edge, rising like a tsunami and engulfing the universe.

Boom! Sizzle!

The next moment, two completely different extreme sword intents collided.

The pitch-black starry sky suddenly became as bright as day. The space at the point of clash twisted and shattered, forming countless black holes with abnormal rules that swallowed the sword light, plunging the battlefield into endless darkness once again.

The scene of utter desolation appears and disappears intermittently.

The sword intent roared wildly, and the starry sky shattered.

Boom!

A deafening roar, no less than the explosion of hundreds of stars, shook the battlefield.

In a daze, a strange scene of the end of the universe and its desolation flashed through my mind.

Clang!

The sword strikes were like the roar of a ferocious beast, igniting the fighting spirit of both sides.

Lu Hansheng and Pan Ran were in perfect sync, taking a step toward each other at the same time.

Spanning countless miles across the starry sky, the distance between the two sides instantly shrank to only a dozen or so feet.

Without prior arrangement, the two drew their swords and swung them.

What appears to be a contest of swordsmanship is in reality a clash of the fundamental principles of the universe.

The sword techniques are simple and unadorned, including thrusting, pointing, chopping, parrying, and so on.

Close-quarters combat, with swift and fierce attacks.

A massive vortex of laws formed around their location.

boom! boom! boom!

The clash between the white jade folding fan and the bronze sword stirred up a mysterious sword aura, like a waterfall cascading down from the heavens to earth.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, fully displaying the true essence of swordsmanship they had comprehended.

At first, Lu Hansheng was able to hold his own against Pan Ran. But after only ten or so moves, he fell into a disadvantageous position and was forced to defend.

Pan Ran continued his relentless attacks, his bronze sword seemingly carrying the power of a galaxy. Each strike sent Lu Hansheng flying back hundreds of thousands of miles. His right hand, holding the white jade folding fan, trembled violently, the remaining force spreading throughout his body, causing an intense tearing pain.

Before Lu Hansheng could regain his footing, Pan Ran continued his attack.

Clang! Boom!

Pan Ran, wielding a bronze sword, resembled a ferocious god emerging from the underworld, exuding a terrifying aura and causing a sea of ​​blood to surge. He cleaved the sky with his sword, splitting it for countless miles, the fierce sword force surging into the depths of the universe, as if to end the world.

Lu Hansheng sensed something was wrong and did his best to defend himself.

He immediately held the white jade folding fan horizontally in front of him, assuming a blocking posture.

Boom!

The bronze sword, imbued with the power of countless galaxies, slashed down fiercely. Lu Hansheng's body suddenly sank, plummeting rapidly. The void beneath him instantly collapsed, transforming into a bizarre abyss with no end in sight.

Pan Ran's attack was so terrifying that Lu Hansheng's body had reached its limit and he couldn't defend himself at all. His right hand suddenly bent, his wrist broke, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Despite his right hand losing strength, the folding fan persisted, withstanding most of the fierce attack, hoping to lighten the burden on his master.

Zhengzhengzheng!

The folding fan trembled, and a tiny crack appeared on its surface.

Lu Hansheng would not leave all the pressure to his own natal sword. He took it with his left hand, raised his head and roared, "Ah!"

He channeled the immense imperial power within him into the sword, gritting his teeth and persevering.

His body had already been swallowed by the abyss and was still falling rapidly.

Those few breaths felt especially long to Lu Hansheng. Although he withstood the force of his opponent's sword, the bones in his right hand were completely shattered, his flesh was mangled, and his clothes were soaked in blood.