Volume 7: The Strongest Four Realms Chapter 96 Returning the Twenty-Four Swords to You
When Lu Qingshan opened his eyes again, Wangchuan had already pierced deeply into Yuan Cang's eyebrows.
Between the eyebrows is the sea of consciousness, and within the sea of consciousness is the cultivator's primordial spirit.
The Wangchuan River has already passed through Yuan Cang's soul.
He can make twenty-four mistakes, but Yuan Cang cannot have even a single chance of making a mistake.
This time, Yuan Cang made a mistake.
Today, he used six hundred years of his life to exchange for the Three Heavenly Swords, and for the Four Realms to defeat the Sixth Realm.
Lu Qingshan did not draw his sword, but loosened his right hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of the Wangchuan sword.
Then, with a whoosh, Lu Qingshan had a green peach blossom in his hand.
Lu Qingshan, whose consciousness was already a little fuzzy, tried hard to control his trembling legs and stand up straight.
Phew.
Yuan Cang, whose forehead was pierced by a long sword, slowly lowered his head, only to see a emerald green sword piercing into his chest and then coming out from his back.
All the power of the human body must be directed by consciousness if it is to be used.
His soul was pierced by Wangchuan's sword. As a powerful swordsman in the sixth realm, even if Yuan Cang still had tremendous energy in his body, it was like drawing water with a bamboo basket and he couldn't use it at all.
Lu Qingshan's eyes were as cold as ice, and his bloodstained face showed a calm smile to Yuan Cang, "I'll return everything to you..."
He pulled the peach blossom out of Yuan Cang's body, changed its position, and stabbed it into Yuan Cang's heart, then pulled it out and stabbed it again.
Puff, puff, puff…
The world was silent, with only the sound of the sword entering the body.
One sword, one sword, and another sword, repeating over and over again, Taohua stabbed into Yuan Cang's body again and again.
It was not until twenty-four horrifying bloody holes appeared on Yuan Cang's body, with blood gushing out of them, that Lu Qingshan nodded with satisfaction.
Old man, you struck me with twenty-four swords, and I will return twenty-four swords to you.
Never short of weight.
Finally, Lu Qingshan put away the peach blossom in his hand.
Phew!
Another sound of a long sword entering the body was heard.
Yuan Cang's eyes twitched.
It can be seen that at his heart, there is an inch of blazing red sword tip protruding.
The dragon bird that had pierced into Yuan Cang's back was slowly pulled out.
This sword was stabbed out by Qin Yitian who was extremely angry.
It only took the young master twenty-one years to reach the Nascent Soul stage, but this old man took away six hundred years of his life.
Qin Yitian's eyes turned red after weighing the relationship between the two.
"Young Master..." Qin Yitian, who put away the Dragon Bird, felt sorry for his impulsiveness.
Lu Qingshan grinned and comforted Qin Yitian, "That's fine. I never do business at a loss. Just consider it as earning a sword from him."
"I still feel a little heartbroken." After thinking for a while, Lu Qingshan murmured again: "Six hundred years... is enough for me to cultivate to the Mahayana stage."
Yuan Cang, who was standing nearby, heard Lu Qingshan's mumbling clearly. Under normal circumstances, if he heard a Nascent Soul cultivator say such words, he would just laugh at his shamelessness.
But now, he won't.
"Palace Master, you are wrong. Compared to the Great Xia Sutra, Lu Qingshan's life is much more valuable..." When Yuan Cang was about to die, these words suddenly came to his mind.
This is the judgment of a sword cultivator against a sword cultivator.
In terms of cultivation, Lu Qingshan is not as good as him now, but in terms of swordsmanship , he is far inferior to Lu Qingshan.
Not to mention his previous carelessness, even at the very end, when Lu Qingshan risked his life, he still had a chance to kill Lu Qingshan.
As a cultivator in the sixth realm, how could he not have a way to save his life?
But he didn't change it.
Because at that moment of thought, he felt that he still had a chance of survival.
If you use the means of exchanging lives, it would be equivalent to deciding your own chance of survival.
He is unwilling to exchange his life!
As for Lu Qingshan, since he drew his sword, he gave up everything except the sword moves in his hand.
At the critical moment of life and death, Lu Qingshan, a sword cultivator, chose to move forward, while he, who was also a sword cultivator, chose to stop.
So he was completely defeated.
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Although Lu Qingshan put away his sword, he had not yet put away all his swords.
He slowly raised his hand, grasped the hilt of Wangchuan's sword again, and slowly pulled out the sword inch by inch.
As Wangchuan left his body, Yuan Cang's sea of consciousness began to churn.
When the sword was completely pulled out of his soul, his soul had already completely disintegrated uncontrollably, and his energy leaked out in all directions.
It's like a sword entering the body. If you don't draw the sword, you can still survive temporarily, but if you draw the sword, you will bleed to death.
His soul collapsed.
Lu Qingshan wiped away Yuan Cang's head completely.
A faint invisible light flew out from Yuan Cang's body and returned to the body of the Wangchuan sword.
"It hurts so much." Lu Qingshan muttered and stabbed himself with the sword.
Wangchuan: blue sky.
A surge of vitality surged into his already messed up body, struggling to repair the injuries that were everywhere.
He was exhausted and even extremely overdrawn. After his enemy died, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and became weak.
He took out the healing pill from his storage ring, poured it into his mouth, and then sat down weakly on the gully-filled ground, gasping for breath, not wanting to move a finger.
Qin Yitian took a few steps forward and gently wiped away the bloodstains on Lu Qingshan's face that were as black as ink.
The sticky feeling of blood clots adhering to the face is not pleasant.
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Outside Mihe Peak.
A long rainbow of sword light formed by nearly ten sword cultivators from the Sword Sect, led by Xi Xiang, was passing across the sky.
When Xi Xiang saw the desolate scene of Mihe Peak from afar, which looked like the end of the world, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, "Am I too late?"
He didn't dare to think anymore, and sped up to the maximum speed, heading straight to .
The speed of a seventh-level sword cultivator is extremely fast.
It took only a few breaths to reach the destination from a distance of dozens of miles.
The once beautiful top of Mihe Peak is now covered with gullies, spreading like a spider web, with countless potholes.
In the center, next to Yuan Cang's beheaded body, Lu Qingshan sat on the ground to rest.
There was still blood on his face and his clothes were soaked in blood.
Lu Qingshan just sat there, looking extremely weak, yet he exuded an indescribable, awe-inspiring aura.
"It's my uncle-master." Lu Qingshan smiled as he looked at Xi Xiang who had hurried over.
In his dark eyes, there seemed to be a blazing, bright fire burning.
These old sword masters who were thousands of years old and had experienced countless hardships were also slightly dazed by the impact of this scene .
What did they see?
"Is this... a Divine Transformation cultivator?" Xi Xiang felt his voice was a little dry, and pointed at Yuan Cang's body and asked.
Actually, there is no need to ask.
As the saying goes, when a wild goose passes by, it leaves traces behind. At this moment, the aura of Yuan Cang's Yuan force still remains on the battlefield and can be clearly seen at a glance.
This is also the reason why high-level cultivators in the underworld do not take action easily, because as long as they take action, there will inevitably be some survivors.
A cultivator who uses Yuanli is at least a Divine Transformation cultivator.
But Xi Xiang still asked.
Because he really couldn't believe that a Divine Transformation cultivator actually died under Lu Qingshan's sword.
Lu Qingshan wanted to stand up and reply, but his trembling legs were too weak to support him in doing so.
He tried it and had no choice but to give up. He smiled bitterly at Xi Xiang and sighed, "The Divine Transformation cultivator is truly amazing. This time, I've been tortured terribly."
As the sun sets, the dim afterglow shines on Lu Qingshan, contrasting with the scarlet blood, creating a hazy and magnificent look.
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