The sword light transformed by the dragon bird went straight towards Yan Qing, who had the most noble status among all the demon cultivators present.
Just when the flying sword was about to reach him, two transparent small swords flashing with light patterns suddenly rose up before Longque.
Heart Sword: Fetal Light.
Heart Sword: Shuangling.
In the center of the courtyard, the others had not yet reacted.
There was a flash of confusion and pain in Yan Qing's eyes, but he soon regained his clarity.
The heart sword kills gods. Under the attack of the heart sword driven by Lu Qingshan's current mid-level soul realm spirit, he was able to recover so quickly . It can be seen that although Yan Qing is arrogant and unruly, he does have some abilities of his own.
He is only at the seventh level, but he was able to come back to his senses from Lu Qingshan's heart sword in an instant. This strength is far beyond the reach of an ordinary seventh-level magic cultivator. He definitely has the combat power of a magic commander.
However, if he was really just an ordinary seventh-rank magic cultivator, it would only take one sword strike for Lu Qingshan to defeat him. Why would he bother using his heart sword?
But even if Yan Qing regained his clarity of mind, what would be the use?
Although the confusion and pain in his eyes disappeared, the look of fear had already followed.
Because the flying sword has arrived.
boom!
In a hurry, Yan Qing could only stretch out his hand to block.
His arm was cut off directly.
This was not enough. The moment Yan Qing’s arm fell, the sword light continued to move forward and directly pierced Yan Qing’s head.
With a bang, just like Tian Yu before, Yan Qing's entire head exploded, and red and white brain matter spilled on the ground.
This is a sword cultivator, an extremely powerful human sword cultivator.
This can be seen from the fact that His Highness Yan Qing was shot in the head without even being able to block a single attack.
Looking at the blazing red sword light swaying like a spirit snake in the courtyard, all the demon cultivators present felt an .
Lu Qingshan had a cold expression on his face. Behind him was a collapsed high wall and the smoke and dust had not yet completely dissipated.
He walked slowly forward amidst the ruins, just like those “real men” in the movies of his previous life who never looked back at the explosions.
Then, he took one step and swung his sword.
Every sword would blow off the head of a demon cultivator in the other courtyard.
Every ray of sword light brought by Longque was like a blazing red bullet that took his life.
Those pools of plasma and brain matter looked like blooming bloody fireworks, bloody and gorgeous.
Lu Qingshan let go and killed them all.
The strongest man in the villa was only Yan Qing, who had the fighting strength of a primary demon commander. With his heart sword and flying sword, he could easily blow his head off. The remaining demon nobles were even more vulnerable.
By the time Lu Qingshan walked up to Yan Qing's body, all the demon cultivators in the villa were dead.
A strong smell of blood filled the city lord's mansion.
There were dozens of corpses lying all over the ground.
It seemed like a replica of the scene that happened when the demons occupied the city lord's mansion not long ago.
Lu Qingshan's eyes swept across Yan Qing's headless body, and finally stopped on the mustard seed on his finger.
Since he could give a piece of Heart Lotus as a reward to his subordinates, Yan Qing should have .
This is not some wise speculation, but an understanding of the human nature of these demons.
Lu Qingshan pointed casually, and sword energy burst out from his fingertips, cutting off Yan Qing's fingers. Then he pulled the mustard seed into the palm of his hand.
He probed his spiritual sense into the mustard seed, and the next moment, he showed a satisfied smile.
There are many treasures in Yanqing’s mustard seeds.
The point is, just as he expected, the twelve so-called heart lotuses were lying quietly in it.
With so many heart lotuses, Yan Qing only took out a piece of them to reward his subordinates. He acted as if he had made a great sacrifice and his subordinates should repay him by sacrificing their lives. This attitude made Lu Qingshan inexplicably think of some unscrupulous capitalists in his previous life.
Shaking his head to dispel these unnecessary associations, Lu Qingshan began to stroll in the courtyard, or rather, to collect the spoils.
Although the demon cultivators present were not particularly powerful, they all had high status among the demons, and the collections in their mustard seeds far surpassed those of ordinary demon cultivators.
Lu Qingshan accepted everyone who came to him, no matter whether he knew them or not, whether they were useful to him or not. He picked up all the things in the magic cultivator's mustard seed and put them into his own mustard seed.
After cleaning up the mess in the villa, Lu Qingshan wandered around the City Lord's Mansion again.
In just a moment, he had slaughtered the entire City Lord's Mansion with blood.
Under the influence of his powerful spiritual awareness, no one can escape from his hands.
After dealing with all this, Lu Qingshan floated into the air and looked around.
At this time, figures were rising into the sky from the buildings in various areas of the city and rushing towards the City Lord's Mansion.
Lu Qingshan's flying sword had already exceeded a thousand times the speed of sound. The sonic boom caused by the sword was like thunder. It was impossible not to attract anyone's attention.
Therefore, all the demon masters in Shanwei City noticed the unusual sounds coming from the City Lord's Mansion and prepared to rush over to check the situation.
Lu Qingshan was floating in the sky above the City Lord's Mansion like a night owl.
In the night wind, his black robe rustled, his long black hair flew in the wind, and his black eyes were extremely cold and full of murderous aura.
Facing the numerous demonic cultivators that were gathering around the City Lord's Mansion where he was, there was no fear on his face, and even his body did not move at all.
This is the moment he has been waiting for.
In the chilly night wind, Lu Qingshan flicked his sleeves slightly.
Three sword lights cut through the dark night sky, like three lightning bolts, dragging long tails like a giant dragon, with terrifying momentum and deafening sonic booms, revealing ferocious fangs, and shot out into the air.
The demon cultivators who were flying the fastest and in the front had not even reacted to what was happening before their bodies were blown to pieces and turned into bloody fireworks, blooming in the night sky and spilling sticky blood rain.
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
The next moment, a series of terrified voices rang out, and the demon cultivators who were just about to come to the City Lord's Mansion to check the situation suddenly stopped their actions and shouted.
While they were shouting, they felt a bit of disbelief in their hearts.
Enemy attack, where do the enemies come from?
If you really want to count, their enemy is the human race.
But their Mountain Guard City is located in the heart of the Demon-occupied area, so how could they be attacked by human monks?
Before the demon cultivators could figure out the situation, Lu Qingshan had already controlled the flying sword to chase after these demon cultivators who had stopped moving.
The chaos in Shanwei City tonight officially began.
Lu Qingshan's three natal swords were like three meteors, flying across the sky above Shanwei City.
The darkness of night was broken, and the brilliant sword light illuminated the entire black void.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The huge roar made the whole city tremble slightly.
One after another, the demon cultivators in the city finally realized what was happening. After a moment of silence, under the orders of the high-level demon cultivators, they quickly gathered and rushed towards where Lu Qingshan was.
Even though many of the demon cultivators were only at the fifth level of cultivation, they did not dare to hesitate for even a moment.
Because their leader had given the order for them to die, they had no choice but to go.
…
Outside the mountain city.
When Lu Qingshan's three sword lights cut through the night, Mo Yan's expression changed slightly, "Has it started?"
After waiting for a while, until a continuous roar was heard from the city, Mo Yan finally confirmed that the massacre had begun.
The next moment, Mo Yan stretched out his hands.
In the palms of his left and right hands, two flames of different colors appeared.
Even though this was not the first time he had performed this operation, Mo Yan's expression was still extremely solemn.
Faced with the strange fire that is comparable to a "nuclear bomb", no one can relax.
Mo Yan slowly moved his hands closer, and as the distance got closer, a faint resistance force could be heard from the two balls of strange fire in his hands.
The two different fires have already recognized their master and have merged many times. They are already familiar with each other's appearance, but there is still some resistance between them instinctively.
…
Mountain Acropolis.
The battle has lasted for dozens of breaths.
At this time, Lu Qingshan was no longer standing still above the City Lord's Mansion, but his figure was constantly changing in the air.
As he expected, there were no eighth-grade demon cultivators in Shanwei City.
But the problem is, there are just too many people.
Moreover, it has reached the point of attacking the city. The demon cultivators have already gone crazy and, under the orders of those in power, have continuously launched suicide attacks.
A large number of fifth-grade and sixth-grade demon cultivators rushed forward, using their own lives to consume Lu Qingshan's energy and physical strength.
In the rear, those demon cultivators in power even activated large-scale demon soldiers that would only be used in war.
It was a giant crossbow, with arrows larger than humans and made of fine ghost iron. The lethality of each arrow was enough to rival the full-strength attack of a high-level demon commander.
Even Lu Qingshan did not dare to underestimate this level of attack and could only keep dodging.
The huge crossbow arrows were fired continuously as if they were free.
But not only was Lu Qingshan able to dodge all of these crossbow arrows, they also often accidentally injured the demon cultivators nearby.
Those demon cultivators who surrounded Lu Qingshan died in vain at the hands of their own people.
The demon cultivators in power who gave the order to activate the chariot crossbows remained unmoved by this situation.
In the eyes of the high-level demon cultivators of the demon clan, the lives of the low-level demon cultivators never count.
A bloody massacre is taking place.
With Lu Qingshan's current combat power, he could kill even an ordinary seventh-grade demon cultivator like slaughtering a dog, not to mention that most of the demon cultivators surrounding him were less than seventh-grade.
The flying swords that traveled a thousand times the speed of sound, the attack range that seemed to cover the entire city, and the murderous intent that was so powerful that it was suffocating, became the nightmare of most of the magic cultivators in Shanwei City.
But even so, the demon cultivators still did not retreat at all.
This was because there were nearly 100,000 demons stationed in Shanwei City, most of them were fifth-grade demons, and there were even fourth-grade demon cultivators.
Most of these demons have low combat power and are not even qualified to serve as cannon fodder on the front battlefield. However, with such a large number of them, it is really not possible for Lu Qingshan to kill them all in one go.
Lu Qingshan is clear about this, and the demon cultivator in power in the demon clan also understands this.
Therefore, even though Lu Qingshan is currently slaughtering them one-sidedly, they have no intention of retreating and just order their demon cultivators to keep charging forward.
We must wear this audacious human swordsman down to death!
This is the idea of ​​the demon cultivator in power in Shanwei City.
However, these demon cultivators focused all their attention on Lu Qingshan, the "rampant sword cultivator" who dared to attack the city alone. In addition, the battle was fierce and the aftermath was huge, so none of them noticed that at this time, a terrifying and obscure pressure was growing outside the city.
Only Lu Qingshan, who had anticipated this and was always paying attention to the situation outside the city, noticed the inexplicable occurrence of this fluctuation.
So, when he felt that the fluctuations had accumulated to an extremely terrifying level and began to move, Lu Qingshan suddenly stopped his actions and stopped killing.
"Exhausted so quickly?" The demon cultivator in power who was directing the battle from afar was extremely surprised.
He thought Lu Qingshan stopped because he was running out of energy.
On this side, Lu Qingshan just revealed a cold smile and whispered to himself: "It's a matter of reciprocity. I took your demon clan's heart lotus, so I will return you a fire lotus."
"Don't be polite."
whoosh!
The three sword lights that were crisscrossing suddenly returned, two of them sank into Lu Qingshan's body and disappeared, and a blazing red sword light rose into the air and shot high up, and disappeared from the sight of the demon cultivators in a moment.
Also disappearing was Lu Qingshan's figure.
Invisible sword escapes, body and sword merge into one!
Lu Qingshan, who mastered this escape technique, combined with the speed of his flying sword, completely controlled the initiative in the battle. He could escape whenever he wanted. Without an eighth-grade magic cultivator or a top magic commander, no one could stop him.
In other words, even without Mo Yan, he was fully capable of slowly killing all the demon cultivators in Shanwei City.
Of course, that's just an ideal situation.
Because Shanwei City is located in the heart of the demon clan, he doesn't have that much time to slowly grind.
If he cannot win the battle quickly, in a moment, an eighth-grade demon cultivator from the demon clan will come to kill him.
…
At the moment when Lu Qingshan's figure disappeared, a terrifying wave broke out and spread unscrupulously towards Shanwei City.
As the terrifying wave spread, the high-level magic cultivators in Shanwei City finally noticed it and looked towards the source of the wave.
I saw a palm-sized fire lotus slowly spinning and flying towards me, already very close.
"What the hell is this?"
The fire lotus flashes with brilliant colors, which is extremely beautiful.
The demon cultivators couldn't help but twitch their eyes.
However, before they could react, the fire lotus had already changed.
A brilliant light burst out from this five-colored fire lotus.
Countless pillars of fire containing terrifying power shot out from the fire lotus.
Wherever the fire column passed, everything was reduced to ashes.
A destructive wave emanated from the fire lotus.
Then, in the dark night in the sky, a dazzling light appeared like a rising sun. The blinding light turned the night into day.
"boom!"
An indescribable destructive impact swept across the sky in all directions.
The Shanwei City below, which was already riddled with holes and in a mess after Lu Qingshan's previous actions, was turned into a barren land in an instant under the impact of the flames.
The temperature was so high that even the ground was melting.
The impact of the destruction lasted for more than ten breaths before gradually subsiding, but the dust in the sky lingered for a long time.
…
Outside the mountain city.
Lu Qingshan, who was fleeing far away, stopped beside Mo Yan.
He looked into the distance, through the dust, at the Acropolis of the Mountain, and could see that the city no longer existed, leaving only a bottomless pit.
This was the most thorough massacre - not to mention the people, even the city was destroyed.
"Nuclear bomb wipes out the ground." Lu Qingshan was shocked by the scene before him. The term suddenly popped up in his mind and he murmured it subconsciously, but it was heard by Mo Yan who was standing beside him.
"Brother Lu, what is a nuclear bomb? I often hear you say this word, but it feels very unfamiliar to me. Is it some special magical weapon?" Mo Yan couldn't help asking.
Lu Qingshan paused, pondered for a moment, nodded, and said slowly with an inexplicable smile: "Yes, it is a special magic weapon, a powerful magic weapon that represents justice."
"Nuclear bombs are justice."
…
He looked again at the Mountain Guard City, which had been reduced to ruins and had no sign of life left.
There was not a single shred of sympathy in Lu Qingshan's heart.
"With such a big commotion, the demons should have reacted. We need to leave quickly," he said.
Mo Yan, who had just finished rubbing the "nuclear bomb", looked a little pale and not in good condition. He bowed to Lu Qingshan and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you again, Brother Lu."
Lu Qingshan nodded.
He moved the sword, and the sword light wrapped around Mo Yan.
Then, the sword light shot up into the sky, turned into a meteor, and quickly disappeared.