Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

The burly man with a thick beard glanced at Jin Xia, his eyes flashing with disdain.

It's not a very good product either.

He was too embarrassed to say anything about such pretense and hypocrisy.

What is it for this fellow traveler?

They're just playing the game of the snipe and the clam fighting, while the fisherman profits.

As for Miaohe, after achieving the Nascent Soul stage, he indulged in beautiful women all day long, his mind was frivolous, and he did not cultivate virtue.

His brows and eyes exuded a lewd air, completely lacking the dignity a cultivator should possess.

Turning her gaze away, Xuanji wondered to herself, "Why haven't the demonic cultivators shown up?"

Logically speaking, since the righteous path has received the news, those old ghosts in the demonic path shouldn't be so silent.

Could it be that... they find it too troublesome to even make a trip because the news is hard to verify?

He then changed his mind again.

fair enough.

The current situation is actually in our favor.

Jin Xia and Miao He, judging from their posture and their eloquent words, were actually just waiting to reap the benefits.

The burly man with a thick beard clenched his fists.

If the opportunity truly arises, seize the moment, risk injury, and take it with swift and decisive action.

With his uncanny escape techniques, even those two charlatans, Jinxia and Miaohe, wouldn't be able to stop him.

The ending has already been planned.

But the real key is the one in the distance.

Which constellation does the other party belong to?

He single-handedly fought against two eighth-order transformed demons, yet he still managed to do so with such ease and overwhelming momentum.

In the intelligence reports of the Myriad Laws Sect, there was no record of any elder in the Star Palace who was such a powerful swordsman.

On the other side, Jin Xia's lips moved slightly, and a telepathic message entered Miao He's heart lake.

"Fellow Daoist Miaohe, Xuanji is a top-ranked figure in the Wanfa Sect, second only to the sect leader Wan Tianming in strength. If he sees the time is ripe and tries to take everything for himself and then flees, should we leave him alone and let him go, or should we do our best to intercept and kill him? If we only symbolically block him, it will probably be in vain."

Miaohe's eyes were dark and unreadable.

His mind raced. Xuanji was indeed incredibly powerful. The two of them working together might be able to capture him, but they would inevitably pay a price. In this demon beast abyss, that would be unwise.

The fact that those old ghosts from the Demonic Path have yet to appear adds another layer of uncertainty.

He already had a plan in mind, and immediately replied telepathically: "Fellow Daoist Jinxia, ​​please calm down. Xuanji is greedy by nature. If he sees that person and the two demons both injured, he will definitely not be able to hold back and rush to grab the demon core. At that time, we can take action under the pretext of 'rescuing a fellow Daoist,' which will not only allow us to legitimately get a share of the spoils, but also let Xuanji rush ahead to wear him down. If he really gets the benefits and wants to leave... Hmph, no matter how strong he is, how can he easily get rid of our joint entanglement? It's not too late to take action after he clashes with that person or demon."

Elder Jinxia, ​​holding a whisk, nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Although this method seems calculated, it is the safest course of action at present.

They joined forces, but in reality, each harbored their own selfish motives.

If an opportunity arises, neither side would mind kicking the other when they're down.

The two turned their gazes to the distant sky once more. The azure sword light crisscrossed and collided fiercely with the two powerful demonic energies, stirring up the entire sky and sea and causing the wind and clouds to change color.

The more I looked, the more alarmed I became.

I thought it would only be a brief stalemate, but I never expected that even now, the man still shows no sign of weakness.

Although Xuanji and the other two had many plans in mind, they could not avoid one premise.

Lu Jianghe must first exhaust himself, escape wounded, and ideally die, while desperately injuring one of the eighth-tier demonic beasts.

Maybe then we can actually keep both beasts alive.

Several people shared the same thought.

But the reality is that Lu Jianghe, with only his sword, dared to contend with two transformed demons in the dangerous outer sea.

Putting aside calculations of self-interest and each person's own position.

The three couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, this was truly the grandeur of the Great Way.

However, at this point in the battle, it is clear that the opponent is definitely not a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Otherwise, the situation would not be a stalemate, but rather a one-sided crushing defeat.

"So arrogant?"

Elder Jinxia frowned, her whisk swaying unconsciously in her hand.

"Aren't you leaving yet? To confront two fully-formed demons head-on, so recklessly, do you really not care about your life?"

Miaohe chimed in, "Or perhaps they are so skilled and daring that they are confident they can take on two opponents at once?"

The burly man with a bushy beard seemed to be deep in thought, his eyesight slightly better than Jin Xia and Miao He's.

"It's not that simple."

He stared at the churning battlefield in the distance and blurted out, "To me, it seems like this person is using those two transformed demons to hone his skills?"

Of course, this was merely his suspicion.

Amidst all these unbelievable circumstances, Xuanji vaguely felt that this explanation was barely plausible.

Of course, this was just a guess in his mind, and he couldn't be completely certain.

Upon hearing this, both Miaohe and Jinxia showed expressions of surprise and doubt.

As Nascent Soul cultivators, they were quite knowledgeable, but they had never heard of such a method of cultivation, risking their lives to kill eighth-order demons.

This was unheard of, beyond their comprehension.

High in the sky, Lu Jianghe's swordsmanship became increasingly simple, with almost no moves to speak of, breaking free from conventional patterns.

Wherever the sword points, it cuts through the clouds and cleaves through the demonic aura. It may seem ordinary, but it can sever the bone-corroding blood energy spewed by the poisonous dragon and the thousand layers of evil waves stirred up by the blue-scaled demon.

In this world, only the most primal and pure sharpness roams, and thunder can be heard in the silence.

The two demonic beasts grew increasingly terrified as they fought, the crimson in their eyes slowly fading and gradually returning to their clear state...

This human cultivator was completely different from those they had encountered before.

Since the start of our encounter, I have not only failed to severely injure him, but I have also been unable to suppress him.

His sword was so sharp that it terrified even demons!

Their indestructible scales shattered instantly whenever the sword's edge grazed them.

What's even more worrying is that the opponent doesn't seem to have used their full strength yet?

The bodies of the two demons were covered with sword marks of varying depths.

It was far from fatal, but the sheer number of them was alarming.

Each time, although it can heal itself thanks to the powerful self-healing ability of the demon race, a new sword blade will strike down the next second.

As a result, the healing speed cannot keep up with the speed of new sword wounds.

The blue-scaled demon's three vertical pupils flashed with a cold light, and a thought of retreat began to arise.

However, the Poisonous Flood Dragon, relying on its noble bloodline and being a member of the Flood Dragon family, was always arrogant and domineering. Even though it knew that the consequences of continuing the fight were unknown, it was unwilling to retreat.

The blue-scaled demon saw that the poisonous dragon was putting on a brave face, stopped, and spoke in human language, its voice urgent:

"Human cultivator, we have no prior grudges against each other. This is only the first time we've met. Why don't we stop here and each retreat? No matter how much we fight, it won't be so easy to determine a winner!"

Lu Jianghe pointed his long sword diagonally and said in a calm voice, "The demon race raises humans as food, while I kill demons for their cores. Both are the natural order of the universe. How much do you believe in this talk of settling things and making peace? Although today is our first meeting, the fact that I've encountered demons is enough for me to not 'miss' you once I see you."