Jian Huang reacted quickly and at a very fast speed.
When the demon cultivators around were swept away by Ning Fengchen's last sword, the encirclement was temporarily vacant. While these demon cultivators were still immersed in the shock of the death of Demon Lord Dongqi, Jian Huang had already made his move.
He shook his body and disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, when Jian Huang appeared again, he was already beside Ning Fengchen.
He stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly.
With a whoosh, a burst of energy popped out, causing the sound of a sword.
First, a flash of green passed by and crashed into the sword box behind Jian Huang.
That was a pot of wine from Ning Fengchen, which broke free from the forehead of Dongqi Demon Lord.
Then, an invisible force hit the sandalwood sword case on Ning Fengchen's back.
Then, the rosewood sword case began to tremble violently.
The next moment, the sword box opened.
More than 400 swords of different lengths and shapes flew up out of thin air.
They turned into more than four hundred sword lights of different colors, and one sword after another left the rosewood sword box behind Ning Fengchen, and then crashed into the sword box carried by Jian Huang one by one.
There were nearly five hundred swords in the rosewood sword box that Jian Huang carried.
Together with the more than 400 swords now, they are the natal swords cultivated by all the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect who stayed in Niu Jiao City this time.
He was going to take these swords back to the Eastern Region.
However, Jian Huang did find a good opportunity. Before anyone could react, he put all the swords into the sword box.
But this is far from enough.
He also needs to break out from this battlefield full of enemies.
Even though the death of Demon Lord Dongqi caused the demon army to be somewhat scattered, it is completely wishful thinking to think that in a war of this magnitude, killing the leader can cause one camp to collapse directly.
Glancing over, the vast black demonic tide swarmed over again in just a moment.
In just a moment , the weak and powerless Jian Huang was completely surrounded by the demon cultivators.
It was all black, so dark that not even the sword light could be seen, let alone the tiny human beings.
It was as if a bloody mouth swallowed him in one gulp.
However, in just a moment, light bloomed again from the devilish tide.
The sacred golden sword light suddenly exploded, just like tens of thousands of golden swords hundreds of feet long piercing through the bloody mouth. The demonic tide was dispersed and the water was cleared up.
The sword light pierced the sky and the earth, with great momentum, forming a shock wave that shook away all the demon cultivators who rushed forward, and even directly shook many of them into a ball of blood mist, exploding with limbs and flesh flying everywhere.
A brief clearing.
Afterwards, a beam of light rushed in, going the opposite way and continuing to move towards the depths of the demonic tide.
Because there is no way back.
Jian Huang's sudden outburst briefly broke the demon army's formation.
Soon, the endless demonic tide closed in again and formed a barrier.
Jian Huang let out a long sigh.
It is not easy for him to achieve this.
If he had not been one of the top sword practitioners in the Sword Sect except for the seven peak masters, he might have died in the demonic tide long ago.
But even though he has profound cultivation, excellent methods, and is good at killing, all these advantages are nothing but illusions in front of the numerical advantage of the demons.
But now he sees that he is almost at the end of his strength and the situation is critical. Even someone as strong-willed as him cannot help but sigh in his heart that human power is ultimately limited.
At this time, the last sword cultivator left in Niujiao City looked at the surging demonic tide with a haggard face but a calm and serene expression.
"I can't take you home," he said.
However, as soon as this last thought flashed through his mind, something strange happened.
clang!
Suddenly, the sound of a sword came to Jian Huang's ears.
In the noisy battlefield, the sound of swords can easily be ignored.
But for a sword practitioner like Jian Huang who has made some achievements in the way of the sword, his perception of the sword's sound is extremely sharp.
Sword ringing?
He was the only one left among the seven hundred sword masters on the battlefield. He didn't draw his sword yet, so where did the sound of the sword come from?
Subconsciously, Jian Huang began to wonder if he was hallucinating.
Then he realized that it was not his hallucination.
Because Jian Huang heard screams and angry shouts coming from the front.
He suddenly raised his eyes and saw a flash of blazing red sword light at the edge of the demon army in front of him, like an arrow piercing the heart, and a demon cultivator fell headfirst...
Then, Jian Huang saw the young man.
A young swordsman with such handsome appearance that it is almost impossible to find another one like him in the world today.
Immediately, Jian Huang's face showed an expression of surprise that he could not help but blurt out, "Young Master?" even in this dangerous situation.
The person who appeared was Lu Qingshan.
Jian Huang never thought that he would meet the young master of his sect here.
Immediately afterwards, Jian Huang saw Lu Qingshan open his mouth and said something to him.
Due to the long distance and the presence of so many demon cultivators, he couldn't hear what Lu Qingshan said.
But at that moment, Jian Huang understood what Lu Qingshan meant.
"Hand over the sword."
…
In addition to Dongqi, the high-level Demon Lord, there are hundreds of ninth-grade demon cultivators on the battlefield, including many low-level Demon Lords.
This is not a battlefield where Lu Qingshan has any way to turn the tide - even Ning Fengchen can't do it. No matter how talented Lu Qingshan is, he can't do better than Ning Fengchen.
At least that's the case for now.
It was impossible for him to break through the encirclement of the army composed of countless powerful demons and rescue Jian Huang.
The only thing he could try to do was to ask Jian Huang to hand over the Sword Sect's sword practitioners' natal swords, and then have him take them back to the Eastern Region.
In fact, on a battlefield where so many powerful demons gathered, Lu Qingshan's initiative to show up was almost tantamount to seeking his own death.
But Lu Qingshan still showed up.
And what he asked for was simple.
Exactly the same thing as Jian Huang thought.
Since we can't take the person back, we should at least take the sword back, right?
He showed up, risking his own life, just to take these swords from Jian Huang.
This seems like an absolutely irrational choice.
But sword cultivators have never been so-called rational cultivators.
…
As for Jian Huang, it was very difficult for him to break through the encirclement and escape from the center of the demon army.
But if he just wants to send the sword out, although it is also not easy, it is not impossible.
Because, for a sword cultivator, a sword is not a simple object, but a life-long possession and a sharp weapon for attack.
Jian Huang handed over the swords. He did not need to protect them carefully. He could use the most brutal and violent posture to control these swords and shoot them out in the form of flying swords.
The most important thing is that the demon army will never let Jian Huang go, but as for some swords, they will never have the idea of ​​obtaining them at all costs.
They would even sacrifice their lives to stop Jian Huang.
But let them sacrifice their lives in order to stop the flying sword?
They wouldn't be that stupid.
After all, to Jian Huang and Lu Qingshan, these swords are fellow comrades of the Sword Sect and carry the souls of the Sword Sect’s disciples.
To the demon cultivators, it is nothing more than a cold weapon.
…
Jian Huang was stunned at first, and then the depression in his heart suddenly relieved.
He laughed heartily, without any trace of the previous gloom in his laughter.
He took off the rosewood sword case from his back.
The sword case trembled like a dragon's roar, buzzing, not harsh, but shocking.
After a moment, Jian Huang tapped the sword case lightly.
The sword box opened wide.
"Young Master, please take the sword!"
Jian Huang shouted loudly, his voice as resounding as a bell.
Afterwards, more than nine hundred came out at the same time and flew towards Lu Qingshan.
Jian Huang's natal sword was also unsheathed, mixed in with the long swords, and flew towards Lu Qingshan in a mighty manner.
In an instant.
The sky is filled with sword lights.
This wave of flying swords.
Wherever he passed, the demons all retreated and no one dared to stop him.