From within the calamity cloud that looked like a ball of entangled lightning, the first thunder calamity, like a dancing silver snake, finally descended.
Luo Jiujiang shook his wrist lightly, without dodging or evading, he moved straight up towards the direction where the power of the thunder tribulation was the strongest.
The sharp light on the blade of Chengxue's knife flashed, and even in the silver-colored thunder that was so bright that it almost blinded people, its presence was still so clear.
Luo Jiujiang, alone with a single sword, faced off against the grand backdrop of the Holy Mountain against a thunderstorm powerful enough to shake the earth. The clash between the two was a collision between a powerful mortal and the majesty of the heavenly calamity.
The knife was filled with sparks, and Luo Jiujiang's figure was almost annihilated in the huge lightning. Then he suddenly appeared and split the thunder tribulation into two parts from bottom to top like a piece of dry wood and rotten wood.
The silver lightning that fell from the sky and was as thick as two people could hug was split apart by his sword. This was the first sword that Luo Jiujiang drew his sword from.
The first and last thunder tribulations are usually the most difficult to overcome. Many cultivators, unable to deploy formations or employ raiders, have been struck half-death by this single thunder tribulation, leaving them powerless to withstand the subsequent ones, their strength already at its limit. But for Luo Jiujiang, who had just withstood this thunder tribulation, he felt as if his muscles and bones had barely begun to loosen up.
Before the brilliance of the first sword had completely faded, as if without giving Luo Jiujiang a chance to breathe, the second thunderbolt had already fallen towards the tip of Luo Jiujiang's sword.
Luo Jiujiang raised his face, and the lightning bolt clearly illuminated his features. In the three years he had spent in the Holy Land, Luo Jiujiang had grown considerably. His handsome features had lost some of their youthful immaturity, replaced by the sharpness of youth. However, the broad-minded and generous temperament of his youth had become ingrained in his bones, a mark that would remain with him throughout his life.
He pulled back half of the knife stroke, and taking advantage of the remaining momentum from the previous stroke, he chopped it down diagonally without thinking.
At this moment, he soared into the air, helpless between heaven and earth, relying only on himself. Yet, his expression was as carefree as if he were riding a light horse. With a single strike of his sword, he slashed the thunderbolt down from the horse.
As if angered by his nonchalant attitude, the third and fourth thunderbolts came one after another, with the time between them less than one tenth of a blink of an eye. They were so close together that they looked like a pair of conjoined twins, but to Luo Jiujiang, at this moment, they were nothing but things that could be swept away by the blade.
The silver light of the two thunder tribulations was reflected in his dark eyes, but their power did not even shock his heart.
The fifth thunderbolt arrived a bit later than the previous four, giving Luo Jiujiang a chance to land and catch his breath. However, the prolonged duration of the thunderbolt was countered by the considerable power accumulated within the clouds.
Among the nine thunder tribulations, five is the center. In the Heavenly Dao, the center has always held greater importance. In the I Ching, the three and four central lines of the six hexagrams are often known as the three evils and four fears. Now, Luo Jiujiang faced this ill-intentioned fifth thunder tribulation, its ferocious and violent aura threatening to shatter him into countless fragments smaller than dust.
Facing this aggressive guest, Luo Jiujiang flicked his finger on the back of the Chengxue Blade, and the long sword emitted a clear and melodious sound. Luo Jiujiang laughed loudly, "Just in time!" and leaped into the massive lightning.
The holy land is full of mountains and rivers, and the holy mountain in the center is even more mountainous. Therefore, everyone can see the calamity clouds in the sky by looking up, but the master who is facing the thunder calamity is difficult to see because of the obstruction of the mountains.
But this does not prevent people from speculating about the identity of this cultivator who has passed the Nascent Soul Tribulation.
Especially... the color of this thunder tribulation is an unprecedented silver, looking like cold steel, and its cold and merciless momentum seems to want to cut a hole in the sky.
Come to think of it, before entering the holy land, there seemed to be rumors that someone had survived the white thunder tribulation?
Everyone who had company couldn't help but whisper to each other, feeling that this special thunder tribulation also knew how to gather together, just like the famous figures in the long history of cultivation, most of the talented people seemed to know how to choose the time and deliberately gather in the same era.
Some cultivators with higher cultivation and who were quite far away could still make a few jokes - "The one who suffered the white lightning tribulation back then should be brought here to meet this person today. As both of them are extraordinary people, perhaps they can become friends right away."
He just mentioned it casually, how could he have expected that these two monks who were admired by others were actually the same person?
Let’s put this kind of gossip aside. Apart from these monks who know nothing about the truth, there are others who know some inside information.
Like at this moment, Xiao Ren and Feng Xue stopped at the same time, facing the direction of the holy mountain side by side, staring at the silver-white calamity cloud for a long time.
After the first thunderbolt passed, a cold and sharp blade flashed swiftly in the thunderbolt. Xiao Ren suddenly shook their joined hands and said, "Sister, look, it's Jiujiang."
"Hmm." Feng Xue subconsciously increased the strength in her hand and squeezed Xiao Ren's hand. She looked at the sky, which was whitened by the light of the thunderclouds. Before her eyes, she vaguely remembered the young man in the cave of death who had vowed to poke a hole in the sky.
Time flies by, and there have been many ups and downs in the past. It is difficult to describe the feeling in detail, and Luo Jiujiang...
"He really has become a very powerful person." Feng Xue murmured with emotion. When she raised her head again, her eyes were slightly red and there were tears in her eyes, but her face was full of joy and pride.
Jiujiang like this is a friend who has been through life and death with her.
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At the other end of the holy land, a team of more than twenty people also stopped for this reason.
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