On top of Qingfeng.
The sword hissed.
The flying sword became sharper and the sword intent became more powerful. Its trajectory seemed like hundreds of flying meteors, magnificent and beautiful.
But the powerful aura revealed in it is enough to shock everyone.
Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu looked up at this scene.
They were still young and didn't know much, so they didn't know the meaning behind the Sword Sect's actions.
But their hearts were uncontrollably surging with excitement.
There are some unspeakable yet extremely important things that quietly take root and sprout deep in their hearts.
That is the belief that only sword cultivators have.
This is the biggest benefit of joining a large group.
Perhaps some people will choose to join an ordinary small sect and rise from obscurity, which is also a possible path.
But joining a great sect and standing on the shoulders of giants will often allow you to see farther.
Lu Qingshan's figure was suspended in the air, his body exposed to the biting cold winter wind, but his heart was burning with passion.
All this before his eyes made him deeply understand the spirit of the Sword Sect.
At the same time, he also understood the meaning of the inexplicable smile of the old sect leader Xie Qingyun when he handed the matter to him.
In fact, Xie Qingyun had already made the decision in his heart.
A sword cultivator cultivates both the sword in his hand and the sword in his heart.
Lu Qingshan was the son of Xie Qingyun's adopted son Tianyuan. In Xie Qingyun's eyes, he was the future and hope of the true Sword Sect. When Lu Qingshan wanted to follow the sect on the Western Expedition, Xie Qingyun did not stop him.
Because this is where Lu Qingshan’s heart sword is pointing.
It is better to take from the straight than to seek from the crooked.
A sword cultivator must have both the sword in his hand and the sword in his heart free in order to move forward.
Then why wouldn't Xie Qingyun allow these old sword masters who were equally eager to fight to travel with the young disciples?
The reason why he asked Lu Qingshan to make this trip was more importantly to let Lu Qingshan personally experience the will of the Sword Sect.
This is a sect where all disciples feel a sense of belonging, a place with a glorious heritage.
For thousands of years, there have been some monks from other sects who wanted to steal the Sword Sect's skills and sword techniques.
Of course, they all failed in the end.
But they didn't understand that even if they succeeded, they would never be as powerful as the Sword Sect's sword cultivators.
The real power of the Sword Sect cannot be learned by stealing.
Without thousands of years of inheritance and influence, it would be difficult to even get a little bit of knowledge!
…
After a moment, the flying sword that released the violent aura finally stopped and turned into a stream of light and was taken back into the dantian by the sword cultivators.
Lu Qingshan also took back his dragon bird.
But the fierce sword intent cannot be dissipated in a short time.
The pride that arose in his chest also lingered for a long time.
At this moment.
Above the pure white sky, white clouds suddenly rolled up without any warning. After a gust of unbearable cold wind blew, white ice crystal-like objects like cotton balls fluttered down.
Winter snow.
The snow was dense and small, without the crazy momentum to cover the sky and sweep away everything. It just fell slowly, looking a little reserved.
It's snowing.
This year's winter snow came exceptionally late.
The late winter snow is drizzling.
Lu Qingshan stretched out his hand.
A crystal snowflake spun slowly and fell into his palm.
"It's going to snow in the evening..." Lu Qingshan gently shook off the snowflakes that had just fallen from his hands, squinted his eyes and looked towards the west, and asked with emotion: "Can I have a drink?"
The snowflake escaped from his palm and then floated down.
The brilliant rising sun happened to shine upon this small snowflake, but it was reflected and emitted colorful mist that spread in all directions.
It's also in a moment.
The pride in Lu Qingshan's heart suddenly surged.
A sudden enlightenment arose in his mind.
"Winter snow?"
"guard?"
"A little effort can achieve a great result..."
The next moment, in his sea of ​​consciousness, on a gorgeous but incomplete divine text of origin, the mysterious symbol representing the word "welcome" was shining with golden light.
Lines of iron and silver hooks unfold like grass snakes and gray lines, shining with divine light and gradually taking shape.
Immediately afterwards, this mysterious symbol broke free from the original divine text and floated up, shining like jade.
Due to various coincidences, Lu Qingshan finally stepped through the threshold of the Fourth Word of Manghuang and entered the hall.
whoosh!
Lu Qingshan couldn't help but break through the air and fly high. He flew up several thousand feet in one breath before stopping.
Here, the cold is even worse and the winter snow is more dense.
However, there was an invisible air current reverberating around him at this moment, so the winter snow could not get close to him .
Lu Qingshan looked down at the magnificent Sword Sect and the vast inverted mountains below.
The Hanging Mountains are a group of snowy peaks.
There are countless peaks, each with its own surprise, some are majestic, some are spiritual, some are towering, some are strange, some are steep, and so on, forming a very vivid picture.
These strange peaks pierce the clouds.
Snow is flying all over the sky.
The atmosphere is vigorous.
The mist is everywhere.
Lu Qingshan looked at the boundless mountains, then slowly closed his eyes.
The scenes he had just experienced flashed through his mind.
He was feeling the mottled sword intent still lingering in the air.
His mind had entered a strange state.
The spirit lingering in my heart continued to grow stronger and stronger, reaching the sky.
In the end, the only thing left in Lu Qingshan's mind was that crystal snowflake that reflected the brilliant light.
The mysterious symbols in his sea of ​​consciousness began to emit starlight, like a dream, like bubbles.
A moment.
Lu Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes.
There was a strange light flowing in the dark eyes.
A fiery red light flashed in his hand.
Dragon bird in hand.
Looking at the snowflakes falling all around him, Lu Qingshan moved with his sword.
Wow~
A vague track suddenly appeared in the air.
That was the trajectory left by the long sword in the void, as if in a dream, and it had already exhausted the essence of the sword style.
Following the silk thread, continuous sword energy grew and spread.
All the snowflakes moving in the wind around were surprisingly still at this moment, as if time had stopped, and only the majestic sword energy was running rampant on the sword edge.
The winter snow begins to fall again.
But they did not fall from the sky, but condensed on the edge of the Dragon Sparrow Sword, in clusters, circling continuously.
The “snowflakes” clustered together, becoming brighter and more terrifying in power.
"Retreat!" Lu Qingshan said in a deep voice at a certain moment.
boom!
Snowflakes are blooming on the blade, and the sword is as fierce as a bull.
Sword beams like plum blossoms and snowflakes swept across the void, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The real snowflakes hit the fake snowflakes and bounced away.
The crystal hexagonal snowflakes spread out horizontally and rotate continuously.
Wow!
Misty threads appeared in the air.
Those are the light and shadows left by the snowflakes spinning rapidly in the air.
Suddenly, dreamy silk threads covered the sky, like mist, stretching endlessly, with a power that made people tremble.
boom!
In the sky, countless sword energies rose and fell, like fish and dragons, and finally formed a huge sword lotus that was looming before slowly disappearing.
Below, all the sword practitioners of the Sword Sect who had witnessed this sword strike felt their throats become dry unconsciously. They opened their mouths, wanting to say something but stopping themselves, their hearts extremely shocked.
It can be seen that after this sword, the snowflakes in the sky suddenly disappeared as if they had been wiped by a rag.
The void became clean.
Along with the snowflakes, the mysterious symbol representing the word "Ying" in his sea of ​​consciousness also disappeared. It was like a ball of fireworks, turning into starlight in the sky, dispersing, annihilating, and disappearing.
At this point, Lu Qingshan completely mastered the meaning of "welcome".
"This sword," Lu Qingshan whispered, "let's call Dong Xueying."
With the inheritance of the six words of the wilderness, combined with his unparalleled understanding of sword skills and that finishing touch, Lu Qingshan finally comprehended his fourth secret sword style before the Western Expedition.
Three months later, several lines of small fiery characters began to flicker on the panel again.
"You have mastered the secret sword art of creation: Welcoming the Winter Snow."
[Secret Sword: Winter Snow] lv1: The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands. A defensive and counterattacking swordsmanship.
Secret sword effect: Kill thousands of enemies with a smile, and the long sword will treat you to a meal.
Description: With a strike of the sword, billions of sword qi are drawn into the void, condensed into clusters of winter snow that swirl around the sword, materialize, meet the enemy's numerous attacks, and return them all.
Additional explanation: The more attacks this sword faces, the more powerful it becomes and the more mana it consumes.
Additional explanation: This secret sword can only parry spells with a trajectory.
Additional explanation: The sword master can carry corresponding sword energy attacks in the returned attack.
Current mana saving: 20%.
Note: Defense? Attack is the best defense!
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The dragon bird returns to its sheath.
Lu Qingshan slowly descended.
Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu opened their eyes wide, only to see their master's clothes fluttering in the wind, like a banished immortal falling from the sky.
The snowflakes above Qingfeng melted away in an instant.
There are many swords in this world that are more rare than Lu Qingshan’s.
But they were so young, how many swords had they seen? Where had they ever seen such a scene in their life?
The two young disciples stood there in a daze, their heads buzzing.
Their master is really very strong.
The top of Qingfeng Mountain was bustling with activity as never before, densely packed with hundreds of sword practitioners from the Sword Sect.
The Sword Sect may lack everything except experts in using swords. Picking any one of them out can make the outside world tremble.
But even in such a place, everyone was still moved by Lu Qingshan's sword. The value of this sword is self-evident.
…
In just one day, the demon army of the Wujian Realm spread the flames of war across the vast western border of the Zhongling Realm.
Under the leadership of Demon Lord Dongqi, the demons broke through Xiantian Ridge and marched straight in. At the beginning, they did not encounter any strong resistance.
Longcheng Pass was destroyed, and the most powerful group of cultivators in the Central Spirit Realm died with a part of the demons. Although the demons suffered heavy losses, their combat power was still strong.
As for the human race in the Central Spiritual Realm, they had never anticipated that the demon army would break through the thousand-year-old pass and enter the country so suddenly. Even though they reacted very promptly, it still seemed a little slow.
These demon cultivators who invaded the western part of the Spirit Realm acted recklessly and committed all kinds of evil on the human territory.
The scenery in the human realm is very beautiful, unlike the abyss, which is shrouded in the blood moon all day long and is gloomy and depressing.
But the more beautiful the scenery is, the more it can arouse the cruelty deep in the hearts of the demons.
Therefore, every city was set on fire, and black smoke gradually rose and floated above the sky, darker than the dark clouds.
There will not be a single living person in the demon-occupied area.
Because at the beginning of the war, the demons did not have much time and energy to spend on managing the human race who might cause chaos at any time.
In this case, it would be better to just kill them all to avoid any more trouble and create more trouble for yourself.
This is the most terrifying aspect of the battle between Taoism and demons.
Mangzhou, which is closest to Xiantianling in the west, was the first to suffer the ravages of the demon army.
Fengsui Prefecture, located at the edge of Mangzhou, connected the prefectural capital Fengsui City and more than one hundred other small cities. A total of more than 50,000 cultivators and more than 7 million mortals all died under the butcher knife of the demons.
After that, it was Changqi Prefecture. More than 200 cities and more than 40,000 monks were killed in the battle. Everywhere there was blood splattered in the sky and smoke rose. All of them died.
In Chuanlian Prefecture, corpses were strewn all over the ground.
But except for that extremely small group of monks, most of the human monks died before the mortals.
From the perspective of the demons, this is just a matter of a moment earlier or later, there is not much difference or significance. They simply cannot understand the human cultivators' fearlessness and bravery.
They didn't understand that if it hadn't been for this quarter of an hour, anyone who saw such a huge disparity in power between the Taoists and the demons would have shaken their heads and concluded that there was no hope at all for the Central Spirit Realm.
But precisely because of this quarter of an hour of sacrifice, there is still hope for humanity.
This quarter of an hour was like a blood-red rose blooming in the ruins.
Juicy and bright.
Of the thirteen prefectures in the western part of Mangzhou, except for Tiangou Prefecture in the most marginal area, the others were all conquered by the demon army.
Tiangou Prefecture was temporarily saved from destruction.
It’s not that there is anything special about this palace that makes the demons dare not cross the line.
However, the strategy of the demon clan now is to carve out a battle line from the westernmost part of the Central Spiritual Realm in the shortest possible time, and then radiate along this battle line to the surrounding areas.
The edge of Tiangou Mansion was designated by the demons as an area for future radiation, so it was abandoned for the time being.
This is an extremely bold and arrogant strategy.
Because if it is not a full-scale advancement, it means that the demon army is fighting in the front, while the rear may face sudden attacks from human monks in the cities on both ends of the front line at any time.
But the demons did it anyway.
Nothing else.
confidence.
They couldn't believe that, in the face of such a huge disparity in power, the human cultivators in the small town did not become terrified and flee as quickly as possible, but instead dared to come forward and die.
A summer insect cannot talk about ice.
When did the demons ever understand humans?
The greatest weapon of the human race is the determination to fight to the death.
…
The capital of Tiangou Prefecture.
The demon army roared past them.
The Lord of Tiangou City summoned all the Daxia cultivators in the city as well as the cultivators from various major sects and family forces.
There are more than 8,000 people.
Everyone could see the evil energy filling the sky and the black smoke rising from the burning city, and they felt angry and panicked.
The Lord of Tiangou City is a cultivator in the sixth realm. He is already very old. He has lived a comfortable life for too long and has lost his ambition. He has been muddling along for many years as a mediocre and mistake-free city lord.
The Lord of Tiangou City, who had already begun to feel old, became serious for the first time in his life, exuding a sharpness and vigor that he had not seen for a long time.
He stood on the city wall, looked around at the monks he had summoned, and said in a powerful and cold voice, "Those monks of the fourth realm and above, please step out."
Among the more than 8,000 monks, only less than 200 took a step forward.
In other words, among more than 8,000 cultivators, there were only 200 Nascent Soul cultivators.
This is in the city where resources are relatively abundant.
The Lord of Tiangou City looked up, and suddenly his face turned red with excitement. He pointed at a young cultivator and shouted angrily: "You little bastard, I'm calling for cultivators above the fourth realm, why are you, a Jindan cultivator, joining in the fun!"
The young cultivator who was pointed at and called a little bastard also blushed, raised his neck stubbornly, and said loudly: "Dad, I have already reached the Golden Core Perfection. In last year's annual test, Elder Lin, who was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul, only tied with me. In this case, there is no problem for me to be considered a Nascent Soul cultivator."
Yes, this young monk is the only son of the Lord of Tiangou City.
“That was just Old Lin suppressing his own strength and only using his Golden Core cultivation to compete with you. Do you really think you’re a big shot?” The Lord of Tiangou City continued to curse.
The young monk was just like when he made mistakes as a child. Although he was beaten and cried, he refused to admit his mistakes. He continued, "If you don't let me go now, I will go by myself after you leave."
"You!" The Lord of Tiangou City raised his hand, as if to slap the young monk.
The young monk lowered his head and whispered, "Dad, you are the lord of Tiangou City. You must fight for the people. This is your responsibility."
"But I am your son. I fight with you. This is also my responsibility."
"You have to do your duty, and so do I."
"You..." The Lord of Tiangou City paused with his hand raised in the air, his expression changing constantly.
Finally, the hand dropped weakly.
After a moment of silence, the Lord of Tiangou City sighed deeply and said, "Then let's go together."
The young monk raised his head cautiously and found that the eyes of the Lord of Tiangou City had already turned red and were covered with bloodshot.
The Lord of Tiangou City turned around and stopped looking at his son. He said in a deep voice to all the monks in the city: "The demons are powerful. We are nothing but ants in front of them."
"But the demons are currently burning and slaughtering people in our territory. If I sit back and do nothing, I will not be able to sleep or eat well."
"I decided to go out of the city to kill the demons on my own initiative. I have lived for most of my life, and I don't care about my life anymore. Most of you probably haven't lived enough, so you don't have to go. I won't blame you. After all, even ants try to survive."
"I'm telling you straight, once you leave the city, your lives are over."
"Those who are willing to leave the city, come with me, those who are not willing, stay!" The Lord of Tiangou City roared, jumped away from the city wall.
His son, the young monk, followed closely behind.
Immediately afterwards, a total of 187 repairmen stood up and left the city, leaving no one behind.
On this day, two hundred monks from Tiangou City took the initiative to leave the city and seek death.
The young cultivator whose cultivation level was only at the Golden Core stage was the first to die in battle, but he used his life to exchange for a fourth-grade demon cultivator.
The Lord of Tiangou City died in the final battle.
Before he died, he killed two sixth-rank demons.
"I'm still too old. If I were younger, I could at least kill one more demon." This was the last thought of the Lord of Tiangou City before his death.