The three thousand demon cultivators who were rushing back to defend could only watch as their leader and the three black magic flowers were turned into ashes and disappeared under Lu Qingshan's seven sword talismans.
Their eyes were red.
The demons were divided into seventeen groups this time. Among so many teams, only their group brought three black magic flowers to the battle. They had invested a huge amount of money in order to win.
The situation was going as they expected.
But no one expected that in just less than three breaths, the situation would take such a big turn.
Without the Black Magic Flower, they will find it difficult to break through the formation of Beihe Pass in a short period of time.
If the formation cannot be broken in a short period of time, reinforcements from Yumen Pass will arrive soon.
Thinking of this, the remaining demon cultivators felt even more hatred and anger.
"Die!" One of the high-level demon generals, wielding a magic hammer flashing with thunder, attacked Lu Qingshan with all his might.
In addition, there are also magic cultivators who shoot arrows with bows, magic cultivators who throw spears, magic cultivators who cast spells and magic cultivators with innate magical powers...
In short, it was like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their magical powers. The colorful magic lights and various tricks all rushed towards the lonely Lu Qingshan, as if they were going to drown him in the next moment.
Lu Qingshan, who had won the battle, just smiled as he watched the overwhelming attacks.
Not to mention sword cultivators, even a physical cultivator at the peak of the seventh realm would be frightened at this moment seeing such a tidal wave of attacks.
Moreover, crossing the three thousand cultivations had already consumed 80% of Lu Qingshan's energy and all of the power of mountains and seas.
Now, with his condition less than 20% of his peak, he faces two serious problems...
How to withstand this overwhelming attack?
And how to overcome these three thousand demon cultivators again and return to Beihe Pass?
A moment later, Lu Qingshan gave his answer.
He didn't choose to fight back.
This is neither rational nor realistic.
The dragon bird shot out again.
Shoot in the direction away from Beihe Pass.
Along with Longque, Lu Qingshan also disappeared from the spot.
——All he could do was destroy these three black magic flowers.
As for whether he returns to Beiheguan or not, it doesn’t matter much.
Faced with a massive lineup of more than 3,000 seventh-grade demon cultivators, the strength of an individual would be too weak unless it could reach the eighth level.
The sword light transformed from the dragon bird once again swept Lu Qingshan away quickly. In an instant, he left this place of trouble and flew away quickly.
He dodged most of the attacks from the demons, and the few attacks that followed were blocked by Lu Qingshan's Wuchen Fighting Room.
In the blink of an eye, he had already escaped into the distance with the help of the invisible sword.
Only a group of mad seventh-grade demon cultivators with red eyes were left, either hanging in the air or standing aside.
They looked at their failed attacks, at the black magic flower whose bud had turned into powder and only seven petals remained, and at Lu Qingshan who disappeared into thin air. They all fell silent.
The speed at which a sword cultivator escapes cannot be easily matched by others.
They could do nothing with Lu Qingshan.
Perhaps there are a few seventh-grade magic cultivators who are good at speed and can barely catch up with Lu Qingshan.
But the problem is, with seven sword talismans in front, if there are only one or two people, who would dare to chase Lu Qingshan?
What if Lu Qingshan still has the eighth and ninth sword talismans?
They were scared.
"What should we do next?"
"How could this happen?"
The demon cultivators whispered.
"Destroyed halfway through the siege" is not an enough description of the demons at this moment.
Their current situation is that the siege has just begun, and the withered dragon demon commander who led the entire army has died, and the three most important black magic flowers have also been destroyed.
This is big trouble.
"Damn human swordsman!"
"Without the help of the Black Magic Flower, given the strength of the human race's formation, we may not be able to capture Beihe Pass before the human race's reinforcements arrive..."
"Master Kulong Demon Marshal is dead. How can we explain this to him when we return?"
"Don't think about it." There is no shortage of capable people among the demons, and a high-level demon commander immediately stood up.
His name is Xuandu, and he also has a very high reputation among the demons. He took charge of the overall situation and said, "Since we have suffered such a huge loss, we must hurry up and take Beihe Pass. Otherwise, we have consumed the most resources, but we haven't even completed the most basic task. How can we go back to see the Demon Lord?"
He shouted loudly, and the demonic energy contained in his voice spread throughout the entire battlefield in an instant.
Those angry and unwilling demon cultivators responded one after another and vented all their anger on Beihe Pass.
The demons launched a tidal attack again.
The offense is all-round.
The demons divided into nine directions and attacked the Beihe Pass defense formation at the same time.
The light of the formation kept changing in the ripples.
In the human cultivation world, in a battle between two sects, the most difficult step is often attacking the sect's protective formation.
If there is no absolute overwhelming strength, it will often take years or even decades of fierce fighting to destroy the sect protection formation through hard work.
But once the battle line is stretched so long, it is inevitable that there will be more trouble.
For example, if the attacking party takes most of the main monks away from their sect, it may be fine in the short term, but in the long term they will have to consider whether the rear will be lost and someone will take advantage of the situation.
It is also for this reason that in most fights between sects with similar strength, coercion, internal betrayal, infiltration, etc. are the mainstream methods.
The siege launched by the demons against the human race seemed more difficult than the human civil war.
Since the two tribes are irreconcilable, operations such as coercion, internal betrayal, and infiltration are generally unrealistic.
If the demons cannot break through the human formation in a short period of time, the human reinforcements will arrive quickly.
Therefore, if the demons want to break into the city, there is only one way - crushing it with strength.
This time, their attack on Beihe Pass was well thought out and they were confident.
But because of Lu Qingshan's existence, things took a big turn.
If they want to complete this expedition mission as scheduled, they must pay more.
This meant that the upcoming Battle of Beihe Pass would be a brutal offensive and defensive battle.
…
The Beihe Pass city defense formation has already been operating at full capacity.
Batch after batch of monks took turns to enter the formation, preside over the formation, and resist the offensive of the demons.
Compared with the demons, the number of cultivators in the seventh realm is a major flaw that is difficult for Beihe Pass to resolve.
Although up to now, the Beihe Formation seems to be safe and sound as solid as a rock, with a group of Beihe Pass monks hiding in the formation, no casualties have occurred for the time being.
But this is actually like a dam hit by a flood. Once any brick is loose, a domino effect will occur, leading to a direct collapse of the dam.
Once the formation is broken, the tragedy will begin.
Time is not on Beiheguan's side.
This is because the consumption of mana cannot be made up in a short period of time.
Even though Beihe Pass adopted a rotation strategy, the rest time was not enough for them to recover the consumed mana, and it was extremely difficult to even recover 50%.
Of course, without the help of the Black Magic Flower, the demons are not having an easy time either.
The two sides were in a constant tug of war, and sometimes the Beihe formation would be shaky, as if it would be broken at the next moment, but at this time, dozens of cultivators would often burst out their life source at all costs to forcibly save the precarious formation.
Occasionally, a cultivator from Beihe Pass would take advantage of the cover of the large formation to launch a surprise attack on the attacking demon cultivators, and kill a demon cultivator who was blinded by bloodthirsty behavior.
Both sides are persisting and competing in perseverance.
In the blink of an eye, nearly two days had passed.
After the death of Demon Marshal Kulong, the high-level Demon Marshal Xuandu who took over the command looked the rippling Beihe Pass formation, with no expression of sadness or joy on his face.
He knew in his heart that Beihe Pass could not hold out for much longer.
"We are almost out of ammunition and food." Wu Yan, the general of Beihe Pass, looked extremely tired.
He looked back at the first batch of Beiheguan monks who were almost drained of every bit of magic power in their bodies because of their rotation to preside over the formation, and felt bitter.
When the first group of monks whose magic power had been drained appeared, the barely maintained balance was broken.
Next, they will become increasingly short of money, and batch after batch of monks will use up their last bit of magic power, and then the formation will be broken.
"The only thing to be thankful for is that Young Master Lu has already left here..." Wu Yan's voice became increasingly bitter as he murmured, "If Young Master Jianzong perished along with Beihe Pass, it would be a huge loss comparable to the fall of Beihe Pass."
He was only grateful that Lu Qingshan had left.
After witnessing Lu Qingshan's feat of defeating three thousand cultivators in one breath, Wu Yan's evaluation of Lu Qingshan has risen to a rather astonishing level - he directly compared Lu Qingshan's value with that of the entire Beihe Pass.
In fact, he wasn't exaggerating at all.
Indeed, Lu Qingshan relied on the sword talisman given by Xia Daoyun to kill the Withered Dragon Demon Commander and destroy the Black Demon Flower.
But when it comes to fighting against three thousand cultivators, he relies on his own real strength.
A cultivator in the sixth realm could leap over three thousand demons in one breath.
This is a record enough to shock anyone.
"So... go, stay away. With your potential and talent, you will be able to avenge us in the future..." Wu Yan turned around again and looked at those pale and exhausted Beiheguan monks with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"I won't give up. If the city is destined to be destroyed, I will die with Beihe Pass and all the monks of Beihe Pass."
At this moment, a strong sense of vicissitudes emerged in Wu Yan's expression. He became much older, as if his vitality was slowly fading away.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At this moment, three earth-shaking roars suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.
In the distant sky, it seemed as if three thunders appeared, attracting the attention of the demon cultivators.
They subconsciously turned their heads to look.
Only then did they see clearly that it was not thunder, but three sword lights.
Three sword lights of blazing red, dark blue and emerald green cut through the sky, and the entire sky seemed to be divided by the sword lights.
All the monks in Beihe Pass were shocked at this moment.
The three sword lights had already rushed into the demonic tide in the moment they were distracted.
The brilliant sword light burst out, illuminating the land of Beihe Pass.
The three sword lights were of infinite power, splitting towards the demonic tide and slashing at the group of fire demons within it.
These fire demons were all seventh-grade and quite powerful, but at this moment they were killed to pieces, with heads rolling and blood splattering.
This shocked both the human and demon sides, and the demon cultivators and the Beihe Pass cultivators were all shocked.
"This is... Lu Shaozong?!" On the top of Beihe Pass, Wu Yan looked at the three sword lights and said in surprise: "He, is back?!"
The three sword lights circled in the demonic tide, and in just a few breaths, dozens of seventh-grade demon cultivators were killed or injured.
"I'm back." This was Lu Qingshan's voice, spreading in all directions.
Immediately, a figure appeared in the sky outside Beihe Pass and flew over through the air.
"You dare to come back! You're so brave!" Xuandu, the high-level demon commander who temporarily took over the command, looked at the returning Lu Qingshan, his purple eyes full of violence.
"It would be fine if you had escaped peacefully, we couldn't do anything to you, but I didn't expect you to come here on your own," Xuan Du said fiercely, "You think living is not good enough, and you have to come back to die."
"Beihe is the city gate of Yumen Pass, Yumen Pass is the Yumen Pass of the Sword Sect, and I am the young master of the Sword Sect."
Lu Qingshan's voice was full of texture, like the whistle of a sword in the sea of ​​clouds. He was answering Xuandu and telling the monks of Beihe Pass his determination. "In this case, there is no reason for me to abandon Beihe Pass and escape alone."
What a sword cultivator cultivates, besides the sword, is also the sword heart and the enlightenment of his thoughts.
“No matter whether Beihe Pass can hold out until reinforcements arrive, I… will fight with you till the last moment!” His voice echoed in the world outside Beihe Pass.
His eyes looked towards Beihe Pass through the distant distance.
On the city wall of Beihe Pass, General Wu Yan's eyes showed an unprecedented light at this moment as he looked at Lu Qingshan outside the city.
There was an indescribable complex expression on his face, and he stood there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a moment, he suddenly flicked his sleeves, and with his seventh realm cultivation, his identity as the general of Beihe Pass, and his age which was much older than Lu Qingshan, he bowed deeply in the direction of Lu Qingshan.
“No matter whether Beihe Pass still exists after this battle, or how many monks from Beihe Pass can survive, from now on, I, Wu Yan, the Young Master of the Sword Sect, will only recognize Lu Qingshan!”
Wu Yan's voice was not loud, but very steady.
At this moment, almost all the monks in Beihe Pass heard what Wu Yan said.
In the silence, someone was the first to bow in the direction of Lu Qingshan.
Soon, except for the cultivator who was still presiding over the formation, all the cultivators in Beihe Pass bowed deeply to Lu Qingshan.
Among them, there is Xu Xi, and possibly Lin Xi, Chen Xi, and Wang Xi...
There are cultivators in the sixth realm, and there are cultivators in the seventh realm...
There are sword cultivators, body cultivators, magic cultivators, spirit cultivators, beast cultivators, and ghost cultivators...
No matter who it was, they just bowed silently.
Because all words seem powerless at this moment, unable to express their inner emotions in the slightest.
One sword spanned three thousand cultivators, which made them fully recognize Lu Qingshan's strength and potential.
But that's all.
But Lu Qingshan's return under such circumstances really made them loyal to Lu Qingshan, the young master of the Sword Sect.
Xu Xi, an old swordsman under the Sword Sect, looked at the thin figure in the sky from afar. His dry hands gently stroked his own natal sword and he kept muttering, "No regrets in death, no regrets in death..."
The Sword Sect has a good young leader.
He knew that the three-foot sword in the hands of the Sword Sect's sword cultivator would only make the enemy more and more frightened.
The Sword Sect’s inheritance cannot be broken, and the Sword Sect’s influence cannot be weakened.
And today, the monks of Beihe Pass will finally have a good destination.