Volume 7: The Strongest Four Realms Chapter 11: Sand Bandits? Kill the Bandits!
The old vulture flew along with his two men.
When approaching Giant Bear City.
"Boss, hold the sword and cross the river." A tall, middle-aged male cultivator appeared.
He did not cover his head with a turban, so his bald scalp was exposed. He was covered with a Buddhist robe and had a full beard.
It was Qiluo, the evil monk from the sea of sand.
As for the two men brought by the old man Vulture, they are also good fighters among the sand bandits.
"The Evil Knife of the Netherworld" is the knife, and "Blood Soul" is the ferry.
They are all physical cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage.
From this we can see that Sindhu’s status and position among the Sha bandits is indeed very high.
His death was actually caused by the dispatch of Old Vulture and three of the eight chiefs, who came in person.
The old vulture asked in a hoarse voice, "What's the current situation of that sword cultivator?"
"We entered Giant Bear City half a day ago and have not left the city yet." Qi Luo reported respectfully: "Boss, what should we do now? Should we just charge into the city and kill him on the spot?"
"Not appropriate," the old vulture man's eyes were full of gloom, he shook his head and said to his three men, "Although we are not afraid of the Giant Bear Tribe, we can't go too far. If we start fighting directly in the city, I'm afraid the Nine Clans will no longer tolerate us. Keep a close eye on the swordsman, and as soon as he leaves the city, we will immediately kill him!"
"Yes, boss!" The three bandit leaders who were at the Nascent Soul stage and had killed countless people did not dare to look directly into the sinister gaze of the vulture old man.
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Just as the old vulture man and his monks arrived a few miles outside Giant Bear City and lay in ambush, Lu Qingshan in Giant Bear City walked out of a magic tool shop called Wanbao Pavilion.
This time, he bought up almost all the high-level lightning-proof magic weapons that were openly for sale in Giant Bear City.
"The purpose of this trip has almost been achieved, and a long time has passed. Judging from the speed of the sand bandits, they should be waiting nearby by now." Lu Qingshan murmured.
Almost a day had passed since he entered the city.
This group of sand bandits are all desperate criminals with extraordinary skills. They are also familiar with the terrain of the Mogao Desert. One day is enough for them to prepare everything.
Lu Qingshan was filled with murderous intent and without thinking any more, he went straight out of the city.
Just after he left the city, in the core area of Giant Bear City, a great monk from the Giant Bear Tribe whispered, "That sword cultivator has left the city."
"Old Vulture should be waiting outside the city by now, right?"
"It should be so."
"Chief, if this sword cultivator and the old vulture start fighting, should we lend a hand? Perhaps we can take the opportunity to kill the old vulture..."
"You're out of your mind, aren't you? The old vulture man is known as the best in Mogao. Only the nine clan leaders working together can be sure to surround and kill him. He's just a Nascent Soul cultivator. You want the clan leaders to take action? If the old vulture man offends our Giant Bear Tribe, can you afford it?!" someone scolded.
"Let's see what the situation is first," the powerful voice of the Giant Bear Chief sounded, "This sword cultivator is so confident, maybe he really has some trump card that can threaten the old vulture. If there is a chance to get rid of the old vulture, I will not hesitate to take action to eliminate this great scourge for the major tribes of Mogao!"
"Chief Gaoyi!" shouted the monks of the Giant Bear Tribe.
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Lu Qingshan had just left the city not long ago when three terrifying auras rose from the desert, rushing towards him madly, approaching rapidly, and emitting wave after wave of noise.
Whoosh—Boom—
The sound came from far away and gradually turned into a roar, whistling like wind and thunder.
"The fish has taken the bait." Lu Qingshan's expression finally became serious, and he looked at the distant horizon with a sneer.
There was a strong pressure coming from there, and in the sky, three figures with blood surging in their blood appeared.
"You are quite brave." When the evil monk Qi Luo in the Sand Sea saw that Lu Qingshan did not run away or hide when facing the attack of the three of them, he shouted loudly, and a huge palm print fell directly from the sky.
The palm print was bloody.
However, there was a faint flash of Sanskrit in the palm of his hand, and there was a heavy pressure, as if it was pressing towards Lu Qingshan with the power of the entire world.
Lu Qingshan's heart moved, and peach blossoms flashed out of his body, like thunder, rushing to meet the bloody palm print.
boom--
The emerald green sword light collided with the bloody palm print that fell from the sky.
Compared with the two, in terms of size, it is like an embroidery needle against the palm of your hand.
However, it was this seemingly huge contrast that caused the bloody palm print to tremble violently, and then disintegrate into a sky full of spiritual light.
"The Evil Monk of Sand Sea" Qiluo, "The Evil Knife of Netherworld" Judao, and "The Blood Soul" Zedu all appeared.
"He really has some skills." Qi Luo looked at Lu Qingshan with some fear in his eyes.
"With your limited skills, you can't do anything to me." Lu Qingshan looked at the three leaders of the sand bandits with flickering eyes.
"Why, the disciple taught by old vulture was killed by me, but old vulture refused to come and avenge his disciple, and just sent you three losers to die?"
“Sword cultivator, you just blocked my casual attack, don’t be too arrogant,” Qi Luo shouted angrily, his eyes vicious, “To deal with a Nascent Soul cultivator like you, there is no need for the boss to take action himself. The three of us took action, which shows that we respect you!”
This old vulture man is indeed extremely cautious, as he was able to build such a large bandit force out of thin air in the Mogao Desert.
A thought flashed through Lu Qingshan’s mind.
He knew in his heart that the reason why the old vulture did not show up was not because he really did not come. He guessed that he was hiding in the dark and observing the battle situation.
After all, he was so open and aboveboard, and the suspicious old vulture man was afraid that it was a trap, a deliberate attempt to lure him out so that he could be surrounded and killed. That was why he did not show up first and let his men test the waters first.
As soon as Qi Luo finished speaking, he waved his palms, and in an instant, seven blood-colored palm prints were shot out, covering the sky and the sun, whistling and coming, bringing with them a strong murderous aura and extremely ferocious power.
A thought flashed through Lu Qingshan's mind, and the peach blossoms circled and moved, just as he was about to shoot out again.
But at this moment, he felt something, so he slightly pressed down the flying sword that was about to move.
Then, a huge palm print rose from the ground, and there was also a flashing Sanskrit in the palm print.
The only difference is that this palm print is golden.
Behind this golden palm print is a young monk wearing a light red robe.
Juezhen little monk.
After listening to Lu Qingshan's advice, he followed him to Giant Bear City, and indeed he waited for this evil monk from the Sand Sea.
So the little monk didn't hesitate at all and immediately helped Lu Qingshan.
The palm print is in front and the little monk is behind, rising up like a King Kong.
One palm against seven palms.
Boom!
The golden palm print collided with the bloody palm print, and the power seemed to be able to destroy the world.
The terrifying aftermath flashed away, forming a halo of blood and gold in the air.
The golden palm print struck out by the young monk Juezhen was unstoppable and soared up, breaking the seven bloody palm prints layer by layer, and finally slammed towards Qi Luo whose face changed suddenly.
Qi Luo quickly raised his palm to meet the attack, Sanskrit flashed, and the palm emitted a bloody light, like an evil claw from the underworld.
The palms touch each other.
Bang!
The young monk Juezhen stood still, but Qiluo's arms were cramped and almost deformed.
Inside the city, the monks from the Giant Bear Tribe who were releasing their spiritual senses to watch the battle, as well as monks from many other tribes hiding in the Giant Bear City, all watched with sparkling eyes.
"Why is there another little monk here?"
"This monk is not simple. He can break Qi Luo's arm with just one palm!"
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The old vulture who was lurking in the dark and watching all this, frowned slightly the moment Jue Zhen appeared, "Could this be the trump card of the sword cultivator..."
If that's all, it won't pose much of a threat to him...
But the information is still uncertain, and the old vulture is still not prepared to act rashly. He plans to continue to observe how the situation develops and remain as still as a mountain.
As for the safety of his men ...
How could he care about something like this?
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"It's you..." Qi Luo murmured as he looked at Juezhen with a serious face.
"I taught you the Great Compassion Seal that day, but I didn't expect you to cultivate it into this Great Blood Seal." The young monk Juezhen looked at Qi Luo and said slowly, "It's just that the Great Compassion Seal has lost its compassionate meaning, and its power is very weak."
"You taught me your magical powers, and I will remember them in my heart. I don't want to attack you, so please don't force me." Facing Juezhen, Qi Luo spoke word by word.
"I was soft-hearted that day, and that caused the disaster for Mogao," Young Monk Juezhen clasped his hands together and said solemnly, "This disaster was caused by me, so naturally I should put an end to it myself."
"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!" Qi Luo said in a hoarse voice.
In this case, there is no point in talking too much nonsense!
With a loud bang, Qi Luo's body seemed to be burning, and countless black blood rose up, like an evil ghost, and launched a powerful attack on Juezhen.
Bang!
He swung his fist violently, and the blood mark appeared again, but it was also covered with countless black blood.
These black blood energies are the evil skills he cultivated by collecting the essence and blood of the human race. They can contaminate various magical instruments and spells, and have unparalleled corrosive power. Combined with the original powerful Great Compassion Seal, it can be said to be strong but with a hint of yin.
The young monk Juezhen had a solemn appearance. With a light shout, he used the Buddhist magic.
A dazzling rising sun appeared behind him, wrapping him in brilliant golden light, like a divine ring protecting him.
Chi Chi Chi——
When the countless black blood came into contact with the golden light, it was like ice and snow coming into contact with a furnace. It evaporated and disappeared in an instant.
The rising sun behind the young monk Juezhen shone brightly and was extremely holy, just like a holy Buddha.
His hands were covered with Sanskrit, and in an instant a tremendous light burst out and hit Qi Luo. A huge golden wave of air was present, which was extremely terrifying.
"Qi Luo, we are here to help you!" Netherworld Evil Blade Ju Dao and Blood Soul Ze Du roared, attacked at the same time, and quickly joined the battle.
An extremely huge beheading knife appeared in Ju Dao's hand, with resentful spirits haunting it.
The Wrathful Soul Blade is an evil magic weapon. It is made by chopping off the heads of innocent people and imprisoning their souls as vengeful souls.
With one slash of the sword, countless resentful souls appeared with sharp teeth and claws.
As for Zedu, a terrifying blood soul image appeared behind him and merged into his body.
His body suddenly swelled up, and terrifying blood lines appeared.
The three men besieged Juezhen fiercely.
Ju Dao slashed with his sword one after another, and the sound was like thunder, deafening.
Zedu transformed into a ferocious beast with a huge body, looking like he could sweep away thousands of troops. He punched out one after another, and each punch was so powerful that it was enough to shake a mountain.
However, the young monk Juezhen, relying on his precious appearance to protect himself, actually took them all on and confronted the three sand bandit leaders head-on without being at a disadvantage at all.
Buddhist martial arts are inherently able to withstand resistance and attrition. If there is a real flaw, the most obvious one is that it is not good at strong attacks and lacks explosive power.
Coincidentally, there happened to be a swordsman on the field who was famous for his explosive power.
"These three people seem to have forgotten who they came for..." Lu Qingshan murmured.
The next moment, his mind moved, and the killing sword intent and the penetrating sword intent of annihilation were simultaneously added to the peach blossom.
With a whoosh, peach blossoms flew out.
"The power of the flying sword launched through Peach Blossom is far less than that of Dragon Bird. However, even so, with the blessing of sword intent, it is definitely enough to deal with these physical cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage!" Lu Qingshan said secretly in his heart.
When a sword cultivator reaches the Nascent Soul stage, the power of the flying sword depends largely on the sword intent attached to it.
Regardless of whether it is the sword intent of killing or the sword intent of annihilation and penetration, the enhancement of the power of the flying sword is like radish and mutton, which is a perfect match!
boom!
When the peach blossoms suddenly bloomed, their speed directly soared to thirty-five times the speed of sound.
The moment the flying sword exploded, the surrounding space seemed to be roaring.
A dazzling sword light rushed straight towards the Netherworld Evil Sword, Ju Dao, which was swung out.
"What?" Feeling Taohua's terrifying momentum, Ju Dao's face changed drastically, and he quickly swung his sword to block the flying sword.
clang!
A sound of metal collision exploded in the sky.
"No!" Ju Dao couldn't believe it and shouted in horror.
Because the power of the flying sword was too strong, although he tried his best to resist, the Wrathful Soul Sword in his hand trembled and flew out of his hand under the terrifying force.
“Block it!” Ju Dao’s eyes were red and light flashed on his body.
He is a physical cultivator, how could he not be able to block a flying sword!
Ju Dao thought so in his heart.
brush!
A cold light suddenly flashed on the flying sword.
The lurking and unexpressed sword intent of extinction suddenly erupted at this moment.
Following that, the cold light of Buddha's light, which was more dazzling than that of the young monk Juezhen, the flying sword pierced through Ju Dao's abdomen.
The power is so great and the murderous intent is so fierce that even a Nascent Soul cultivator cannot be its match.
When the flying sword entered his body, Ju Dao's whole body began to shake violently as if it were sieved.
A moment later, with a loud bang, Ju Dao exploded into a ball of blood mist, and there was no way back.
It turned out that when Taohua entered Judao's body, she directly released countless sword energies, breaking his essence and shattering his Nascent Soul.
The evil knife of the underworld, the knife, death!
Up to now, Lu Qingshan had only struck out his sword once, and a moment of time had passed!
"Those are two higher-level artistic conceptions?!" At this moment, all the cultivators who were watching the battle in secret were dumbfounded.
Lu Qingshan's sword gave rise to two meanings, and both of them were of a higher level.
How horrible is this?
A cultivator would be overjoyed if he could comprehend a higher-level artistic conception, and use it to condense a higher-level Dao seed.
By then, he would be considered a strong fighter even among the cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage.
The swordsman in front of him had actually comprehended two higher-level artistic conceptions, and judging by their power, the levels of these two artistic conceptions were definitely not low.
How powerful has the artistic conception of this realm, combined with the flying sword, reached?
"It must be the swordsman from the Sword Washing Pool!" someone murmured.
Such a powerful swordsman could only be from a famous sect!
The monks watching the battle soon discovered that their shock seemed to have come too early.
