My Seven Sisters Are Stunningly Beautiful (The Return of the Gods)

"Hahaha! What a big tone!" The dragon-robed emperor laughed loudly, full of pride. "Then let me see what progress you have made!"

The two men each held a divine sword of the Heavenly Dao level and stood facing each other.

The emperor in dragon robe was the first to attack. His sword skills were powerful and he exerted his strength to the extreme. Each sword strike was as majestic as a mountain collapsing.

Lu Yun was neither hurried nor slow. His swordsmanship was based on the power swordsmanship, and he incorporated more skills. His sword vibrated at an astonishing frequency, and every vibration added a point of strength.

When the two swords clashed for the first time, Lu Yun actually blocked the dragon-robed emperor's attack head-on and pushed it back!

There was a flash of surprise in the dragon-robed emperor's eyes, but he quickly adjusted himself, resolved Lu Yun's counterattack, and slashed again.

Lu Yun still responded in the same way. His sword was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, tightly entwined with the sword of the dragon-robed emperor. Every collision made a deafening roar.

As the battle progressed, the dragon-robed emperor's rage gradually erupted, and the dragon sword in his hand shone brightly, doubling its power.

However, Lu Yun remained calm and steady. Each of his attacks was more powerful than the last, as if it was endless.

Finally, after a violent collision, Lu Yun seized the opportunity, exerted his strength suddenly, and swung away the dragon sword of the dragon-robed emperor, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the opponent's forehead.

The dragon sword of the dragon-robed emperor was swung away, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at his forehead, but he laughed loudly: "Great! Great! Three hundred and sixty-nine times, you finally won!"

Lu Yun put away his sword and stood up, his breathing steady, as if the fierce battle just now had no effect on him at all.

"Thank you for letting me do this, Senior. I would also like to thank you for your guidance on this 'Beater Sword Style'."

"Bajian Style? What a great name!"

The emperor in dragon robe nodded in appreciation, "It's so domineering, yet it also contains mysteries beyond strength. The attacks are endless, like the endless flow of the Yangtze River. You, boy, have mastered my swordsmanship and found a new way. But..." He paused, his eyes sharp, "You didn't seem to use your full strength just now, did you?"

Lu Yun raised his lips slightly, and did not deny it: "Save some tricks, and come back for advice later."

"Good boy, so crazy!"

The emperor in dragon robe laughed, "You have passed the test of the first ancient painting, but if you want to obtain the inheritance of Emperor Lingxiao Dao, you still need to defeat the testers in the other three ancient paintings. If you can become the direct disciple of Emperor Lingxiao Dao, you will definitely go higher and further in the way of swordsmanship in the future!"

Lu Yun bowed and then stepped into the second ancient painting.

This is a quiet bamboo forest. The bamboo leaves rustle in the breeze.

A killer in black appeared in front of Lu Yun like a ghost, holding a slender sword in his hand, emitting a cold light.

"Come on." The killer in black said concisely.

Lu Yun didn't waste any words. He flashed and rushed towards the black-clad killer like a bolt of lightning.

After reaching the Dao Master level, his body movements underwent another qualitative change, becoming faster and more erratic.

A hint of surprise flashed across the black-clad killer's eyes, but he quickly reacted. The sword in his hand turned into a series of afterimages and rushed towards Lu Yun's attack.

However, Lu Yun's swordsmanship is no longer what it used to be.

During his sparring with the Dragon Robe Emperor, he not only perfected the "Bajian Style", but also incorporated his own understanding of kendo into it, doubling its power.

After just a few rounds, Lu Yun found the black-clad killer's weakness and mercilessly pressed the tip of his sword against the opponent's forehead.

"You win." The black-clothed killer said calmly, "But you still have to defeat the testers of the other three ancient paintings to obtain the final inheritance."

Lu Yun nodded and stepped into the next ancient painting.

In the third ancient painting, a burly figure holding a butcher knife was staring at Lu Yun with a fierce look.

"Boy, let me see what you can do!" The butcher's swordsmanship was treacherous and changeable, full of murderous intent.

Lu Yun did not dare to be careless and responded with all his strength.

This was a battle of equal strength. Although Lu Yun's swordsmanship had improved significantly, he still had difficulty gaining the upper hand against the butcher.

"You have learned the 'Sword Style' quite well, and even added your own innovations. Not bad."

The butcher said in a muffled voice, "But it's still a little off."

Lu Yun also discovered some problems with his "Ghost Sword Style" from this battle. He decided to return to Desolate God Island first, solve these problems, and then challenge the Butcher.

Returning to the fifth floor of Desolate God Island, Lu Yun found that the atmosphere here was unusually calm.

Those evil Taoist gods who had been defeated by him and fell to the fourth level seemed to be holding their breath, practicing hard, wanting to return to the fifth level.

Today, the number of Desolate God Islands on the fifth level has reached twenty-four.

However, none of these Taoist gods took the initiative to challenge Lu Yun to a duel.

"Are they scared?" Lu Yun couldn't help but wonder.

He was considering whether to take the initiative to challenge the Taoist God of the fifth floor, complete ten consecutive victories, and then attack the sixth floor to settle accounts with Fei Busta.

Just then, an accident happened.

The versatile boy actually fell from the fifth floor to the fourth floor again!

"What's going on?" Lu Yun frowned. "Hasn't he stabilized at the fifth level? Has he been defeated again?"

He hurriedly checked the inheritance treasure, but found that the inheritance fragment of the Hundred Changes Boy had fallen into the sixth floor!

"Could it be..." Lu Yun had a bold guess in his mind, "Fei Busta?"

While Lu Yun was puzzled, in the bamboo pavilion on the fourth floor, the Transformation Boy was sighing to Fei Busta: "Boss, please go easy on me! Where can I put my face? I was doing well on the fifth floor, but you slapped me down again..."

Feibusta glanced at him sideways, playing with a green bamboo leaf in his hand, and said indifferently: "So what if you are an innate alien? If you don't work hard to practice, won't you still be surpassed by those who come later? It's time for you to reflect on yourself."

"Reflect? I won't reflect!" The Changeable Boy jumped up and down, "We are both innate aliens, why are you so much stronger than me? This is too unfair!"

"Fair?" Febusta sneered. "How can there be absolute fairness in the world? Talent is important, but acquired efforts are equally indispensable. You spend all day trying to take shortcuts instead of practicing hard. Who can you blame?"

The Changeable Boy touched his nose in dismay, and then his eyes lit up as if he remembered something: "Boss, let me tell you, there's a tough guy on the fifth floor this time! That guy has only been practicing for a few thousand years, and he's an acquired practitioner, but his strength is ridiculously abnormal!"

Feibusta raised his eyebrows, obviously interested: "Oh? An acquired practitioner? Thousands of years? Tell me, how is the perversion?"