"Looking for death!" Among the hundreds of demon cultivators rushing over, the leaders were two high-level demon generals, who roared and rushed straight towards Lu Qingshan.
After the two of them, hundreds of seventh-grade demon cultivators displayed various magical powers.
Each of these seventh-grade demon cultivators can be ignored by Lu Qingshan individually.
But the number has piled up to this point, which is enough to make everyone feel apprehensive.
These demon cultivators were filled with murderous intent and rushed towards Lu Qingshan like a flood.
Almost at the moment when the two leading high-level demon generals arrived, a murderous look flashed in Lu Qingshan's eyes.
A faint halo of light had already emerged from his body, mysterious and holy, surrounding his flesh and enveloping him.
The room is dust-free!
At the same time, thousands of thin threads of sword energy flowed out from the acupuncture points all over his body, circling on the surface of his body, forming a sword coat, like armor.
Ten Thousand Swords Technique.
With so many demon cultivators, each with different magical powers, it is inevitable that there will be moves that are hard to guard against.
Lu Qingshan didn't dare to take any risks, so he used his defensive skills as soon as possible.
The dust-free room can defend against magic, the Ten Thousand Swords Technique can defend against physical attacks, and as for the attacks from the source gods, there is the ten-zhang domain of Abbot Tianxin.
Although the sword cultivator's body was weak, Lu Qingshan built his own defense system through these three defensive techniques.
"Die!" One of the two high-level demon generals, with a dark and blurry figure and a pair of eyes burning like flames, spoke ferociously.
He punched into the void.
A black light suddenly rose from his fist and turned into a giant python, which was extremely terrifying and rushed towards Lu Qingshan with black flames.
Boom boom boom!
Wherever the giant python passed, the void seemed to collapse, and the scene was extremely horrifying.
The other high-level demon commander was equally extraordinary. Demonic energy was surging in his body, his flesh was glowing, and his left hand emitted a cold metallic luster. He reached into the void, and immediately five beams of light flew out and shot towards Lu Qingshan in an instant.
The hundreds of demon cultivators behind them all attacked at this moment, each displaying the strongest magical power in their life.
At this moment, the void around was distorted, and the light of various magic spells kept changing, shaking the earth.
Seeing the terrifying formation of the demon cultivators, the monks from Beihe Pass within the light curtain all had red eyes and were extremely nervous.
Xu Xi was in the crowd, biting his dry lips, with an anxious look on his face.
He hated his own lack of cultivation and his mediocre aptitude, so at this moment he could only watch the young Sword Sect's Young Master fighting for their Beihe Pass, but he was powerless to do anything.
Around him and behind him, there were many cultivators staring at this scene in amazement, looking at this Young Master of the Sword Sect, who many of them had not been convinced of and recognized earlier.
Their fists were already clenched, veins bulging.
"We will fight together with Lu Shaozong!" Wu Yan, the general of Beihe Pass, could no longer bear it and shouted with a hoarse voice, "We will not defend Beihe Pass anymore. Let's fight these demon cubs!"
As the commander-in-chief of Beihe Pass, it was his duty to defend Beihe Pass, and any sacrifice for it was worth it.
But now, he no longer cares about these and just wants to fight with Lu Qingshan.
"For cultivators like me, why should we be afraid of a fight!" He roared, and was the first to jump out of the light curtain formed by the Beihe Pass formation, "Killing one will not be a loss, killing two will pay off!"
"Fight together with Master Lu!" Wu Yan had just rushed out when the other monks from Beihe Pass followed closely behind him, leaving the city and charging towards the demons.
Obviously, everyone has been holding it in for a long time, but because they didn't get the orders, they had to suppress the resentment in their hearts.
Now, as the commander-in-chief, General Wu Yan of Beiheguan was the first to abandon the city, so they naturally followed without hesitation.
Xu Xi was one of the first group of Beiheguan monks to break out of the formation's light shield.
After defending Beihe Pass for two days, he was not in a good condition.
The energy in his body is less than 30% of its peak level.
But at least there is still some strength to fight.
He is not a genius, and does not have the strength and confidence of Lu Qingshan to fight against three thousand cultivators alone, but he definitely does not lack the courage and determination of a sword cultivator.
This is something that is engraved in the bones of sword cultivators.
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A roar was heard.
At the moment when the fierce attack was coming, Lu Qingshan's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. He held Wangchuan in his hand, raised it directly, and then slammed the sword forward.
"Yellow Springs!" he murmured.
This sword shook heaven and earth.
This is a magical sword from the underworld.
Huangquan: The sword of death.
Active: Release the power of the dead stored in the River of Oblivion to annihilate all things.
Note: The power of Huangquan depends entirely on the undead power released by Wangchuan.
The withered yellow mist bloomed from the Wangchuan Sword like stars.
The thick deathly haze turned into wisps of mist that burst out and fell.
The two high-level demon commanders' faces suddenly changed and they felt scared.
"What is that?"
The two of them felt a heart-pounding breath from the withered yellow mist, and they were filled with panic and felt discomfort in their mouths and noses.
Wangchuan's Yellow Spring Sword releases the power of the dead stored in the sword.
The source of the power of the undead is drawn from the people killed by Lu Qingshan.
The more powerful the enemy, the more undead power you can draw from it.
And because his own methods have become more perfect and comprehensive, Lu Qingshan has not used the magical power of Wangchuan for a long time.
In addition, the sword cultivator was good at killing, and the number of humans and demons who died at his hands was countless, including some at the level of the Demon Lord.
As a result, the power of the undead accumulated in the Wangchuan River has already reached an extremely terrifying level.
Now, all the power of the undead was released in Lu Qingshan's sword, which had a bit of the meaning of sharpening a sword for ten years, and it suddenly burst out with extremely terrifying power.
The power of the living and the power of the dead are among the highest-level and most original powers in the world.
The air was filled with death, and the ground was withered and silent, like a river covering the sky, vast and boundless, pressing forward and erupting with wisps of chaotic mist.
boom!
The infinite death energy first came into contact with the giant python transformed from the black light.
The deathly aura was surging, mixed with the gleaming sword light and the shining flame, which instantly dissolved the giant python.
This was followed by five beams of light emitted by another high-level demon commander, but they were also completely annihilated by the huge death energy.
The next moment, a sky full of magical powers from hundreds of demon cultivators burst out and swept forward.
However, the power Lu Qingshan mobilized this time was too enormous. The withered and dead air was like the Yellow River water coming from the sky, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. It was an all-out explosion and was extremely spectacular. It easily drowned out the light of those magic treasures.
Endless death energy continued to flow forward, and suddenly spread out, forming a death energy vortex that drew in the two high-level demon commanders and at least a hundred seventh-grade demon cultivators.
Boom boom boom!
Just after the contact, in less than a breath, dozens of demon cultivators had their skin dried up and their vitality drained away and died in the vortex of death.
The deathly aura hit the two high-level demon generals, and strands of it were like metal, causing sparks to fly from their bodies, which was extremely terrifying.
The two high-level demon generals were trying their best to activate their divine and demonic bodies. Their flesh bodies were extremely bright, and they struggled to resist the offensive of the vortex of death.
Especially the high-level demon commander who was completely black and had eyes that burned like flames. His entire body was burning like his eyes.
Ding ding ding!
The death energy continued to attack and hit the high-level demon commander, causing sparks to fly and clanging sounds to sound.
Although the scene was horrifying, judging from the situation, he was able to withstand Lu Qingshan's attack.
But others were not so lucky.
They did not have the combat power of a high-level demon commander, but were just ordinary seventh-grade demon cultivators. Under the attack and strangulation of the death energy, their vitality was constantly fading away.
The weaker ones were killed instantly, while the stronger ones could only hold on for a few more breaths.
After five breaths, the deathly aura finally dissipated.
The two high-level demon commanders had incomparable divine and demonic bodies, and although their faces were pale, they were not killed.
Of course, this is also because the sword first annihilated the attacks of many demon cultivators, causing its power to suddenly decrease.
But even so, the hundreds of ordinary seventh-grade magic cultivators were not so lucky, and nearly a hundred of them died.
This is just a sword.
"This... is too horrible!" When the Xuandu Demon Marshal, who was commanding the demon cultivators to kill Lu Qingshan from a distance, saw this scene, his face turned pale and his body tensed up.
"Too powerful!" The monks from Beihe Pass who had just rushed out of the light shield were all shocked and would never forget this scene for the rest of their lives.
Above the sky, Lu Qingshan was suspended in the air, holding a sword, looking coldly at the many demon cultivators in front of him.
He knew that although his sword was terrifying, the battle was far from over and had just begun!
"Kill him, you must kill him!" In horror, Xuandu Demon Marshal became even angrier. He looked at Lu Qingshan coldly with endless murderous intent in his eyes.
There are not many people he admires in his life, but from today on, Lu Qingshan can be counted as one.
The more this happened, the more determined he became to kill Lu Qingshan.
"You killed nearly a hundred demon cultivators of our clan with one sword... I want to see how many more strikes you can make!" Xuan Du knew very well in his heart that Lu Qingshan's sword was extraordinary and the cost of striking it out must be high.
This is a last-ditch trick that can't be used too often.
However, Xuan Du only dared to command his demon cultivators to launch an attack at this time and did not dare to approach Lu Qingshan easily.
——The power of the sword talisman was still vivid in his mind. Even the withered dragon demon commander was killed by the sword talisman in one blow. How could he possibly resist it?
He didn't dare to gamble his life that Lu Qingshan no longer had the sword talisman in his hand.
Under the command of Xuandu Demon Marshal, the offensive in the demon cultivator camp started again.
Hundreds of demon cultivators rushed towards Lu Qingshan again. Their momentum was so terrifying that they seemed to have turned into a raging flood, surging forward continuously, intending to completely submerge Lu Qingshan.
It is naturally impossible for the Xuandu Demon Marshal to just stand idly by.
He frowned, took out a black banner, and called on the many demon cultivators around him to work together with all their strength.
Black flames immediately erupted from the flags , transforming into hundreds of black firebirds, all flying towards Lu Qingshan.
The flames were blazing, and a chilly aura flashed out.
Obviously, this is another powerful magic weapon brought out by the demons.
This was originally a powerful weapon prepared to be used to slaughter the monks at Beihe Pass after the Beihe Pass formation was destroyed , but now it is used against Lu Qingshan.
Although the magical power of this banner cannot be compared with the group benefit of the Black Magic Flower, it is already very extraordinary.
The monks from Beihe Pass who rushed out of the light curtain were all filled with fighting spirit and anger when they saw this situation.
"Protect the young master, help the young master!" Wu Yan roared, and resolutely led a group of "old, weak, sick and disabled" under his command to charge towards the demon camp, which was strong in men and horses and far more powerful than their own.
All the monks at Beihe Pass behaved extremely crazy and were not afraid of death.
No one needs to encourage me anymore.
Actions always speak louder than words.
What Lu Qingshan had done had already made the blood in their hearts burn completely.
They were like a sword that wanted to drink blood, stabbing at the demons fiercely.
"It's just a last-ditch struggle." Demon Marshal Xuandu was quite dismissive of the attack launched by the monks from Beihe Pass. It was nothing compared to his seriousness towards Lu Qingshan.
They tried so hard to break the formation so that they could fight the monks from Beihe Pass head-on.
Now, the monks from Beihe Pass took the initiative to abandon their formation and fight in order to support Lu Qingshan, which was exactly what he wanted.
As soon as Demon Marshal Xuandu waved his hand, nearly a thousand people in the demon cultivation camp close to Beihe Pass immediately began to act, intending to slaughter all the Beihe Pass cultivators.
When Lu Qingshan saw this scene, he took a deep breath and stepped forward in an instant.
"Today, we will fight to the end."
He could feel the determination and fearlessness of the monks from Beihe Pass.
There was a huge gap in strength between the two sides, and none of the Beihe Pass monks felt that they could win.
They were just prepared to fight the demons to the death, and to cut off two ounces of flesh from these demon cultivators before they died.
The three thousand demon cultivators did not think that the human cultivators could win, and the cultivators from Beihe Pass also did not think that they could win, but he was the only one who did not think so.
"Who said we can't win?" Lu Qingshan raised his head, his eyes shining.
At this moment, he and the monks of Beihe Pass were facing each other from afar across three thousand demon cultivators.
If we ignore the comparison of strength, this situation is called being attacked from both sides.
Once the advantage is gained, the enemy will be defeated and run around like headless flies.
But the problem is that the ones currently attacking in the front are the "scattered soldiers" of Beihe Pass who are almost exhausted after two days of fierce fighting.
There is only one person blocking the rear of the demons, and that is Lu Qingshan himself, who is not enough to form an army.
"One person is enough." Lu Qingshan murmured.
He has fought in many battles over three thousand miles, and his sword is as powerful as that of a million soldiers.
This is what sword cultivation should be like when it reaches its peak.
Lu Qingshan is still far from this level now.
Although he cannot be a master of a million men at present, it is not impossible for him to be a master of a hundred men with just one sword.
Although his cultivation level was only at the sixth realm, with the fourfold increase in combat power from the Bing Zi Jue, his strength had even reached a level above the seventh realm but less than the eighth realm.
After slashing out the Yellow Spring Sword to kill nearly a hundred seventh-grade demon cultivators, Lu Qingshan swung his second sword at the demon cultivators who were rushing towards him again.
The second sword is more terrifying and more powerful than the Huangquan Sword.
Secret Sword: Autumn Frost.
"What is that?"
The seventh-grade demons who rushed towards Lu Qingshan suddenly widened their eyes in horror.
A dazzling light was reflected in their pupils, and then there was a loud bang, as if their bodies encountered something horrible and collapsed and annihilated, turning into a ball of blood mist that exploded in the air.
Suddenly, sword shadows burst out from Lu Qingshan's sword, and dazzling sword light poured out from the sword tip.
The sword lights were shining brightly, from one to two, two to four, and so on, until finally a total of 108 sword lights were produced.
One hundred and eight sword lights were densely packed, hanging across the sky like a river. It was pleasing to the eye, breathtakingly beautiful, yet terrifying and frightening.
A long river of sword light fell, accompanied by bursts of terrified shouts and clouds of blood mist exploding.
Every ray of sword light would take away the life of a seventh-grade demon cultivator.
The one hundred and eight sword lights represent the deaths of one hundred and eight seventh-grade demon cultivators.
Lu Qingshan's sword shocked the demon cultivators who were watching and the Xuandu Demon Marshal who launched a long-range attack on Lu Qingshan.
However, the situation on the field did not allow Xuandu Demon Marshal to think too much.
Because in front of the demon camp, the monks of Beihe Pass, led by Wu Yan, had already rushed into the demon camp like arrows with determination.
Behind them, after Lu Qingshan had slashed out that terrifying second sword, he took advantage of the fact that the duration of the Bing Zi Jue had not yet expired, and with his invincible power, he flashed and confidently and domineeringly launched a powerful attack on the demon cultivation camp that far outnumbered him.
One person wants to challenge enemies from all directions and is not afraid of a group attack.
Although there is only one person, at this moment, one person can form an army!