This Sword Cultivator Is Too Steady

When Lu Qingshan opened his eyes again, Wang Chuan had already pierced Yuan Cang's eyebrows deeply.

Between the eyebrows is Sea of ​​Consciousness, and among Sea of ​​Consciousness is the cultivator Primordial Spirit.

Wangchuan has passed through Yuan Cang's Primordial Spirit consistently.

He can make twenty-four mistakes, but Yuan Cang can't have a chance of making a mistake.

This time, Yuan Cang made a mistake.

Today, he used six hundred years of life essence in exchange for the Three Swords of Zhentian, in exchange for the Four Realms of Adversity and the Six Realms.

Lu Qingshan did not draw the sword, but loosened the right hand holding the sword hilt of Wangchuan.

Then, with a swish, Lu Qingshan has a jade green peach blossom in his hand.

Lu Qingshan, whose consciousness is already a little vague, manages to control his slightly trembling legs, and stands up straight.

pu chi.

Yuan Cang, whose eyebrows were pierced by a long sword, slowly lowered his head, but saw a jade green long sword pierced through his chest and then emerged from his back.

All the power of the human body must be directed by consciousness in order to use it.

Primordial Spirit was pierced by the sword of Forgotten River. As a powerful sword cultivator of Sixth Stage, Yuan Cang still has the majestic Essence Power in his body, but it is only a bamboo basket to draw water and cannot be used at all.

Lu Qingshan's eyes are as cold as ice skates, and on his blood-stained face, he smiles calmly at Yuan Cang, "I will give you all back..."

He drew the peach blossom from Yuan Cang's body, changed its position, and pierced Yuan Cang's heart, then pulled it out, and pierced it again.

pu chi, pu chi, pu chi .......

Heaven and Earth is silent, only the sound of pu chi pu chi’s long sword into the body .

One sword, one sword, another sword, repeating repeatedly, peach blossom pierced Yuan Cang's body time and time again.

Until Yuan Cang's fleshy body, twenty-four terrifying blood holes appeared, and blood flowed out of them, Lu Qingshan was nodded with satisfaction.

old fogey, if you cut me twenty-four swords, I will return you twenty-four swords.

There is no shortage of weight.

Finally, Lu Qingshan put away the peach blossom in his hand.

Pu chi!

Another sound of long sword enters the body.

The corner of Yuan Cang's eyes twitched.

It can be seen that in his heart, there is an inch of red sword tip showing through.

The dragon bird that pierced Yuan Cang's back was slowly pulled out.

This sword was stabbed by the outrageous Qin Yitian.

Young Master, he cultivated to Nascent Soul, but it took only 21 years, but the old fogey lost 600 years of life essence.

I weighed Qin Yitian, whose eyes were red.

"Young Master ....." Qin Yitian, who put away the dragon bird, felt sorry for his impulse.

Lu Qingshan grinned and laughed, comforting Qin Yitian and said: "Also, I never make a loss business, I just want to make him a sword."

"There is still a bit of pain," After thinking about it, Lu Qingshan muttered again: "Six hundred years...enough for me to achieve Great Ascension." Really, if in normal times, he heard a Nascent Soul Cultivator say such things, he would only laugh at him boasted shamelessly.

But now, he won't.

"Palace Lord, you are wrong. Compared to "Great Xia Sutra", Lu Qingshan's life is worth much more..." Before he died, Yuan Cang's heart suddenly This sentence floated.

This is the judgment of the sword cultivator on the sword cultivator.

On the cultivation base, Lu Qingshan is not as good as him now, but on the sword cultivator, he is far inferior to Lu Qingshan.

Leave aside the previous carelessness, even at the end, when Lu Qingshan explodes with his life, he still has a chance to kill Lu Qingshan.

As a six-level cultivator, how could he not have the means to change his life?

However, he did not change.

Because between that thought, he felt that he still had life.

If you use the means of changing your life, it is tantamount to a glimmer of survival of self-determination.

He is not willing to change this fate!

And Lu Qingshan, since the sword was born, he abandoned everything, only the sword in his hand.

critical moment, Lu Qingshan, who is a sword cultivator, chose press forward, but he who is also a sword cultivator chose to stop.

So he was defeated.

......

Although Lu Qingshan received his sword, his sword has not been confiscated yet.

He slowly raised his hand, held Wangchuan’s hilt again, and slowly pulled out the Dao Sword inch by inch.

As Wangchuan separated, Yuan Cang's Sea of ​​Consciousness began to roll.

When long sword was completely withdrawn from his Primordial Spirit, his Primordial Spirit had disintegrated completely uncontrollably, and his energy was leaking.

It's like a sword enters the body. If you don't draw the sword, you can temporarily hang your life. When you draw the sword, you will die.

His Primordial Spirit collapsed.

Lu Qingshan completely cut off Yuan Cang's head after forgetting the river.

A little invisible faint aura flew out of Yuan Cang's body and returned to the sword body of Wangchuan.

"It really hurts." Lu Qingshan muttered, a sword fell on him.

Wangchuan: Blue sky.

He was exhausted or even overdrawn with a sound. After the enemy's death, he finally vented in one breath, and his weakness emerged. He sat weakly on the pits and panting, and didn't want to move a finger.

He took out the Healing Medicine Pill from the storage ring and dropped it in his mouth.

Qin Yitian steps forward and gently wipes off the blood stains that are as black as thick ink on Lu Qingshan's face.

The sticky feeling of blood clotting attached to the face is uncomfortable.

.......

Outside Dense River Peak.

Nearly ten Sword Sect sword cultivators led by Xixiang, the sword light Changhong formed by Xixiang, is wiping across the sky.

When Xixiang saw the desolate scene of Dense River Peak from a distance, she couldn't help but trembled, "Is it late?"

He didn't dare to think again. The speed reached the extreme, and went straight to the top of Dense River Peak.

Sword cultivator of the seven realms is extremely fast.

Several dozen li's distances came in a few breaths.

In the past, the top of the scenic Dense River Peak was full of ravines, spreading like a spider silk web, with numerous potholes.

In the center, next to Yuan Cang's corpse with the head separated, Lu Qingshan sits on the ground to rest.

There are still blood residues on his face, and all his clothes have been soaked in blood.

Lu Qingshan just sat there, extremely weak, but exuded an indescribable and awesome imposing manner.

"It's Martial Uncle." Lu Qingshan looked at the hurried Xixiang, laughed.

His pitch-black within both eyes, a blazing fire seems to be burning from it.

These old sword cultivators who have been thousands of years old and have experienced wind and rain for an unknown amount of time are also slightly startled under the impact of this situation.

What did they see?

"This is...Divine Transformation cultivator?" Xixiang felt her voice interfere a bit, and pointed to Yuan Cang's body and asked.

No need to ask.

Just as the geese had left traces, the Essence Power breath of Yuan Cang still remained on the battlefield at this time, and it was clear at a glance.

This is also the reason why Underworld's high-level cultivator is not easy to shoot. As long as you shoot, there will inevitably be leftovers.

And use Essence Power's cultivator, at least Divine Transformation cultivator.

But Xixiang still asked.

Because, he really couldn't believe that a Divine Transformation cultivator actually died under the sword of Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan wanted to stand up and talk back, but his trembling legs were really unable to support him to complete this action.

He tried for a while but gave up this move, and exclaimed with a wry smile at Xixiang: "Divine Transformation cultivator is really amazing, dísciple can be tossed this time."

As the setting sun sets, the faint yellow afterglow is sprinkled on Lu Qingshan's body, which complements the scarlet blood, blurred and magnificent.

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