Lu Qingshan looked around.
He saw the master of Haoran Peak who was fighting to the death and refusing to retreat, he saw the Yishui River which had become a river of blood, and he saw the surging tide of demons who fled in panic like birds when faced with a single person.
Although it is invisible to the naked eye, in his perception, it is more dazzling than the sun and has an oppressive and terrifying aura.
It was terrifying, but to Lu Qingshan, it was extremely familiar.
Because, that is the aura of a sword.
Taoist tool.
Among the human race, there are a total of three Taoist swords in public.
They are respectively controlled by three sword immortals.
Niu Er disappeared with the death of Li Qiubai.
At this moment, the only Dao Sword that can appear here is...
Soaring.
"Has the sect leader arrived?" Lu Qingshan thought to himself.
When the sword arrives, the person arrives.
Xie Qingyun had already arrived at the Central Spiritual Realm before him.
But I don't see that person.
This is not surprising.
Although Lin Yao used her phantom body to disguise herself as Xie Qingyun at Yumen Pass to conceal her identity, in order to keep her identity intact, besides having to be flawless at Yumen Pass, Xie Qingyun could not easily show up at Zhongling.
Otherwise, once the Heart Demon Clan learns that Xie Qingyun has appeared in Zhongling, as long as they pass this news to the Soldier Demon Clan, the Burning Moon Territory will immediately know that the Qingyun Sword Immortal in Yumen Pass is just a "fake", and they will probably launch a siege right away.
These thoughts flashed through Lu Qingshan's mind in just a moment.
Because at this moment, he has more important things to do.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The next moment, between heaven and earth, there was a series of extremely sharp sonic booms rumbling.
When the sounds of these sonic booms resounded, hundreds of sword lights rose into the air between heaven and earth, piercing through the sky at an indescribable speed, and chasing after the fleeing monsters.
In the sword light, there seemed to be tremendous brutality and fierce murderous intent sweeping out.
Lu Qingshan and the old sword practitioners of the Sword Sect did not communicate with each other, but attacked at the same time with tacit understanding.
Although these old sword cultivators are approaching their end of life and their condition is not as good as before, since they are in the Sword Sect, when their end of life comes, their cultivation level will at least be at the seventh level.
The flying sword of a seventh-level sword cultivator is unimaginably powerful and possesses extremely terrifying speed.
Puff puff puff!
Wow!
Those monsters that were fleeing in all directions could hardly escape the pursuit of the flying swords.
Some monsters were directly pierced by the sharp flying swords, while others were directly blasted into a ball of blood mist.
The situation of some powerful monsters was better. They were just thrown backwards with a bang, flew hundreds of meters, and crashed directly into the ground. Their entire bodies were deeply embedded in the earth, and huge cracks spread out.
Although injured, he is still alive.
But when they were struggling to stand up and had not yet recovered their strength, with a bang, a more powerful and swift flying sword from another sword cultivator came rushing over and pierced through their eyebrows, leaving a bloody hole.
"Finish the job."
But no matter how fast the sword cultivators' flying swords were, no matter how sharp their swords were, the force sent by the Huanling Sect to attack Yishuitai was still too large to be wiped out in a short time.
Therefore, after hunting down and killing nearly a hundred monsters, the remaining monsters and the evil cultivators of the Huanling Sect had already escaped their attack range.
"Young Master, should we chase them?" Xi Xiang, who was standing next to Lu Qingshan, asked when he saw this situation.
Others also turned their eyes over, waiting for his decision.
The meaning in everyone's eyes is self-evident.
Lu Qingshan was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily and said, "At least two people should form a team to hunt down the enemy!"
Because of its Taoist tradition, the Sword Sect's composition is extremely pure and it is also very cohesive.
Therefore, even though the sword cultivators present had rarely fought in a team, and were not even familiar with each other, if they teamed up to kill the enemy in a short period of time, they could still achieve an effect where one plus one was greater than two.
Lu Qingshan also understood that the demon cultivators and monsters from Huanling Sect that attacked Yishuitai were basically of the seventh grade, with many of them being of the eighth grade.
The sword cultivators he brought with him this time were all the oldest, weakest and youngest in the Sword Sect. Even if they formed a team, the risk factor of such a hunt was still quite high.
It is even foreseeable that someone will die in the process of pursuit.
But Lu Qingshan still chose to fulfill their wish.
Lu Qingshan even allowed those young disciples who were not good enough in cultivation to hunt and kill.
Not for anything else, just for their sword-cultivating heart.
In fact, most of his cultivation and combat power were acquired through training and practice during life and death situations.
In eight years, Lu Qingshan has experienced several life-and-death battles.
He is not afraid of life or death, so how could other sword cultivators ever be afraid?
Since you want to break in and kill, let's break in and kill together.
Without killing, what is the point of talking about swords?
As for death.
This is war.
There will inevitably be death in war.
When everyone came here, they were already mentally prepared to die.
Even Lu Qingshan is like this.
Therefore, Lu Qingshan not only agreed with the sword cultivators to pursue and kill the monsters, he even led the way and was the first to fly out on his sword to chase and kill those monsters.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
In just a moment, hundreds of sword cultivators turned into streams of light, following the scattered Huanling Sect's demon cultivators and monsters in their wake and chasing after them.
"Lu Qingshan..."
Master Haoran Peak raised his head and looked around, looking at the figures that were gradually getting smaller in his sight, and finally his eyes fell on the figure that was most familiar to him. His eyes, which had originally seemed a little tired, suddenly brightened, and surprise flashed in his heart.
He knew that the Sword Sect would definitely support Zhong Ling.
But he didn't expect that it would be a luxurious lineup with the sect master and the junior sect master coming together.
…
Above the Yishui River.
The whistles of swords rose one after another, and the sword lights flashed across the sky.
No matter whether it is a young disciple with low cultivation level, or an old swordsman with good cultivation level but whose time is up and whose blood is exhausted, they are all controlling their flying swords and fighting hard to kill the enemy.
The sky was shaking, with occasional rays of light shining through, violent fluctuations in energy, and clashes of spells occurring one after another.
As soon as they arrived in the Zhongling area, they didn't even have time to catch their breath before they were faced with a tough battle.
For disciples from other sects, they will feel more or less uncomfortable.
But for the sword-cultivating sect, it is as simple as eating and drinking.
Because the group of sword cultivators are either fighting, preparing for battle, or on their way to fight.
This is the skill for making a living, as natural as drinking water, and it has long since turned into blood flowing in their bodies.
The Western Expedition sounds quite heroic.
But for the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect, it was just a battle that lasted longer, involved a larger scene, and involved opponents that were stronger than before.
That's all!
What is there to fear?
What is there to worry about?
Hundreds of thousands of years of inheritance, countless battles, and in the end, which time did the Sword Sect not win?
This time, it's the same.
Their beliefs are firm.
So, they kept moving forward.
…
During the chase, Lu Qingshan seemed to be the most aggressive.
Because with the blessing of his mind, the range of his flying sword is an astonishing three thousand miles.
Range is truth.
In addition to the Demon Suppression Sword, Lu Qingshan used three swords at the same time, covering an area within three thousand miles.
Like other Taoist sects, Huanling Sect placed most of its cultivators' strength in Longcheng Pass.
Even though they urgently recalled a large number of Longchengguan monks in order to destroy the inter-domain teleportation array , after they were dispersed among many inter-domain teleportation array points, there were actually not many people left.
Therefore, the second group of forces that rushed over to attack Yishuitai were not very powerful except for the Lord of Xuanwu.
In addition, Li Shiyi had already killed a large number of them, and the strength of the demon clan at this time was just enough to swallow up the group of sword cultivators brought by Lu Qingshan .
As for the demonic tide brought by Huanling Sect, it was mainly composed of Qionglong monsters.
The Qionglong has extremely rare dragon blood in its body. It is tall and sturdy, with a terrifying head like a crocodile, exposed sharp and cold teeth, and bloodshot eyes.
The most important reason why they were chosen as the main force by the magic cultivators of the Huanling Sect is that there are pieces of black scales growing on the bodies of the Qilin dragons, like pieces of iron, with amazing defensive power.
The attacks of ordinary sword cultivators would hardly cause much damage to them due to this kind of scale armor defense.
From another perspective, the Qilin dragon can be considered the natural enemy of sword cultivators.
However, the so-called natural enemy is just a common term.
However, the sword practitioners of the Sword Sect are not subject to common sense.
…
Lu Qingshan's eyes were cold, and the Dragon Bird, Peach Blossom, and Wangchuan all turned into sword lights and flashed out.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Three blood flowers immediately bloomed from the heads of three seventh-grade Qionglongs.
The headless Qionglong maintained its fleeing posture at full speed, still flying forward for dozens of feet before falling from the air to the ground.
When a cultivator's strength exceeds a certain limit, everyone below that limit becomes an ant.
With Lu Qingshan's current combat power, monsters or demons below the middle seventh realm are of no difference to him.
It’s all about one sword!
Of course, not every swordsman can do this.
This is the terrifying effect that can only be achieved by Lu Qingshan's 135% basic sword damage increase combined with the might of the sword.
——Normal attack is a skill.
To put it in a more game-like and popular way, it means "one axe kills one kid."
In less than three breaths, Lu Qingshan's three flying swords moved rapidly, and the Qielong monsters within a thousand feet around him exploded instantly.
Balls of blood-red fireworks bloomed.
Killing enemies is as efficient as cutting vegetables with a sharp knife.
At least at this moment in the field, no one can beat him in terms of killing efficiency.
Lu Qingshan did not waste any time. As soon as he cleared the field here, he chased towards the other side again.
The prey he chose to hunt were all demonic beasts below the middle stage of the seventh realm or the evil cultivators of the Huanling Sect.
It’s not that he can’t kill enemies above this level, but it’s mainly because it will take him a long time to kill enemies above this level even if he wants to.
The time it takes to kill a late seventh-grade monster is more than enough for him to kill dozens or even hundreds of mid-seventh-grade monsters or below.
In large-scale battles, clearing efficiency is also very important.
Those high-level monsters can be left to the experienced sword practitioners to hunt down and deal with.
Lu Qingshan kept moving above the sky, like an eagle searching and hunting, sharp and precise, swift and fierce.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of Qiong dragons died under his flying sword.
The murderous intent in Lu Qingshan's heart was boiling.
Ever since he learned about Zhong Ling's news, the anger towards the demons that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time was released a lot in this moment of indiscriminate killing.
…
Zhongling, Kawakami Plateau.
The water of the Zangbo River flows majestically from the Sichuan Plateau, surging and stirring up layers of powerful waves.
This is where the Huanling Sect is located.
At this moment, in the mysterious abyss on the south bank of the Huanling Sect.
A pair of huge and narrow eyes suddenly opened as if sensing something the moment .
Those were a pair of eyes that contained the sun and the moon, deep and unfathomable.
The owner of the eyes, his huge figure is hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly. One can only occasionally see his hideous appearance and the flickering light in his eyes.
In front of it is a waterfall falling from the sky and a pool of water.
The pair of eyes closed slightly, and a red light immediately shot out from the left red round sun-shaped eye and shot towards the waterfall.
Then, ripples appeared on the waterfall.
After a moment, the ripples stopped and the water surface suddenly became smooth, appearing in front of people like a mirror, extremely clear.
The scenes in the mirror are constantly changing.
Until the end, the scenes were completely fixed.
A young man in black shirt and black hair appeared in the water mirror.
He has handsome eyebrows, fine eyes, a stern face and an extraordinary temperament.
Behind him, he was carrying a rosewood sword case.
In front of him, there were three sword lights that were moving in all directions.
Fiery red, dark blue, and emerald green.
The sword light cut through the sky, piercing the horizon. Wherever it passed, the huge, scale-covered dragon bodies exploded, spilling a bloody rain...
Young master of the Sword Sect.
Lu Qingshan.
"The heroes are not free..."
"When the time comes, heaven and earth will work together."
"You really did survive."
"I wasn't wrong about you."
"I have finally waited for your arrival."
The owner of the pair of sun and moon eyes stared at Lu Qingshan who was killing people in the water mirror, and murmured excitedly and suppressedly.
A moment later, its light golden right eye, which looked like a waning moon, also blinked, emitting a cool light of light, which shot towards the water mirror which should be called Dragon Wall.
"Let me see how much you have grown now..."
Ripples in the dragon wall suddenly began to appear again.
At this moment, Lu Qingshan, who was originally in the water mirror, suddenly had a golden airflow rising from his body.
These air currents rushed out and floated above his head, constantly condensing and changing shape.
That is...luck!
"So many... so many... there are still more!" A low, greedy, and smug voice sounded in the abyss.
I saw the golden airflow rising from the young man's body continuously, first swimming like a fish, then becoming thicker and thicker, and gradually turning into a dragon.
With flying long beard and golden eyes, he is so majestic and powerful.
"In just two or three years, the fish has grown from a python to a dragon?!!"
"Okay, okay, okay!"
"He really is the person favored by the destiny of this world. I was not wrong!"
"Among the carp leaping over the dragon gate, turning into a python is just a piece of cake. Entering the river and becoming a dragon is not easy but not difficult either. The last step is to enter the dragon gate and become a dragon, which is more difficult than ascending to the sky."
"There are countless big dragons in the world, but it is hard to find a real dragon." A low voice kept echoing in the abyss.
"Without external help, none of the thousands of great dragons in the world can transform into a dragon."
"It takes a lot of energy to transform a Jiao into a dragon."
"Now, it is one of the rare great fortunes in the world, but it is not easy to capture this fortune. It is almost impossible without external help."
"You are lucky... because I will help you this time..."
"This time, let me help you transform from a dragon..." Its huge eyes revealed a hint of human greed and cunning at the right time, and it let out a dull and sinister laugh.
There is a true dragon in the world. If you see it, it exists; if you don’t see it, it doesn’t exist.
Priceless.
But now...
Someone, raise a dragon!