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They traveled like this for about two days.

On this day, as they were passing through an exceptionally thick gray fog, Xiao Yicai, who was leading the way, suddenly raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

Ahead, the fog churned violently, accompanied by heavy, muffled breathing and the splashing sound of mud being stirred by a massive body. A huge black shadow slowly rose from the depths of the swamp.

It was a ferocious beast that resembled a crocodile but was dozens of times larger than an ordinary crocodile. Its body was covered with thick, rock-like, jet-black scales, and a row of grotesque bone spikes ran along its back. A pair of scarlet giant eyes shot out a terrifying light in the mist. Its mouth was wide open, and foul-smelling saliva cascaded down like a waterfall, revealing dagger-like teeth covered in rust and bloodstains.

Its mere aura of ferocity was enough to make one's heart pound and feel nauseous.

"Be on guard! It's an armored dragon crocodile!" Xiao Yicai shouted, his immortal sword already drawn, gleaming brightly.

The other Qingyun disciples also changed color, each brandishing their magic weapons, slightly altering their formation as if facing a formidable enemy.

This Ironclad Dragon Crocodile is a notorious ferocious beast in the Dead Swamp. It has thick skin and flesh, immense strength, and its scales are difficult to damage with ordinary magical weapons, making it extremely difficult to deal with.

Just as Xiao Yicai was about to arrange for everyone to form a formation and launch a combined attack, the Mo Xue Sword, which had been quietly sitting beside Jiang Xiaochuan and was being lightly supported by Lu Xueqi's left hand, suddenly emitted a clear and melodious hum.

Lu Xueqi didn't even glance at the ferocious beast. She released Jiang Xiaochuan's waist with her left hand, raised it to her chest, and her five fingers flew, forming an extremely complex and profound sword technique.

A faint glow appeared at the fingertips, with a fleeting glimpse of Buddhist light and chanting, and a very faint, indescribable blood-red aura, which quickly and perfectly blended into the glow.

The next moment, the Ink Snow Immortal Sword flew out of its sheath and suddenly burst forth with dazzling light!

The light instantly condensed, transforming into a giant light sword, tens of feet long, made entirely of condensed sword energy. The light sword was incredibly solid, with Buddhist mantras and Taoist cloud patterns flowing across its blade, while its edges carried a blood-red, sharp, and murderous aura!

The moment the giant lightsaber appeared, the dense gray mist around it seemed to be instantly dispersed and purified by an invisible force. A trace of fear appeared in the crimson eyes of the armored dragon crocodile, and it let out a deafening roar, trying to shrink back into the swamp.

But it was too late.

Lu Xueqi pointed her fingers like a sword and slashed downwards.

The enormous light sword, tens of meters long, silently sliced ​​through the thick fog and space with her casual finger gesture, bringing with it a power that eclipsed the heavens and earth, and slashed down at the Ironclad Dragon Crocodile!

As the lightsaber passed, the thick, jet-black scales of the Ironclad Dragon Crocodile, which were said to be able to withstand the bombardment of magical artifacts, were neatly sliced ​​in two like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Before its massive body could react any further, it froze for a moment. Then, a crimson line of blood appeared in the center of its body. The next moment, it crashed in two, plunging into the swamp and splashing up a cloud of mud and blood.

After completing its slash, the enormous light sword, tens of feet long, transformed into specks of light and dissipated into the air. The Ink Snow Immortal Sword let out a satisfied murmur, automatically returned to its sheath, and went back to Lu Xueqi's waist.

The whole process took only one or two breaths.

At the edge of the swamp, a terrifying silence fell over the place, broken only by the sound of mud slowly flowing and corpses lying on their sides, and the distant howling of the wind through the withered grass.

Xiao Yicai's mouth opened slightly, and his hand holding the immortal sword froze in mid-air, remaining closed for a long time.

Behind him, all the Qingyun disciples, whether it was Song Daren, Zhang Xiaofan, and Tian Ling'er from Dazhu Peak, or Lin Jingyu from Longshou Peak, Zeng Shushu from Fenghui Peak, or the other senior and junior sisters from Xiaozhu Peak, were all dumbfounded, their eyes wide open.

Looking at the huge, ferocious beast's corpse, split in two and still twitching slightly, and then at the aloof woman in front of him who stood with her sword sheathed, her expression calm and composed, not even a single detail of her clothes disheveled, his mind went blank.

That's... that's it?

That was the Ironclad Dragon Crocodile, a ferocious beast that many cultivators feared, and yet... it was killed with a single sword strike?

It's simply... terrifying.

Moreover, that lightsaber... that aura... seems to be more than just the Taiji Xuanqing Dao of the Qingyun Sect?

If Faxiang were here now, he would surely marvel at how Lu Xueqi could so perfectly blend the true teachings of Buddhism and Taoism.

The silence lasted for a good dozen breaths.

Then, Lu Xueqi turned around, not looking at anyone else, but lowering her head slightly to look at Jiang Xiaochuan in her arms, who seemed to be startled by her move as well, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

His image was clearly reflected in those clear, cold eyes. Then, she spoke, her voice rising slightly:

"Is he handsome?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was still reeling from that earth-shattering sword strike when he heard this. He nodded subconsciously, his eyes wide open, "Cool, absolutely awesome!"

Zeng Shushu finally found her voice, half-covering her face with her fan, and whispered to Lin Jingyu beside her, "Senior Brother Lin, did you see that? Senior Sister Lu's look just now..."

Lin Jingyu said expressionlessly, "I saw it."

"That's your reaction?" Zeng Shushu glared. "One sword strike, just one sword strike, and she asked, 'Am I handsome?' My God, is this really the Lu Xueqi we know?"

Lin Jingyu glanced at him and said calmly, "She's just asking the right person."

Zeng Shushu was taken aback. He looked at the figures embracing in the blue light ahead, then at the fan in his hand that he had almost dropped in fright. Suddenly, he realized: "Alright... I asked unnecessary questions."

He paused, then leaned closer, lowering his voice even further: "Hey, what if one day Junior Brother Jiang compliments someone else on their looks..."

Before he could finish speaking, a chilling sword aura grazed past his ear, severing several strands of his hair.

Zeng Shushu froze, slowly turning his head to meet Lu Xueqi's cold, indifferent glance as she turned back.

Lin Jingyu silently took a step to the side, his face saying "This has nothing to do with me".

Lu Xueqi's lips seemed to curve slightly, but then again, they didn't.

She didn't speak, but slightly raised her beautifully shaped chin, and then gently touched the fair skin on the side of her neck with her eyes, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer.

Jiang Xiaochuan's face flushed red instantly. He quickly glanced around.

Xiao Yicai was still in a daze, Song Daren and Zhang Xiaofan looked like they were wondering, Zeng Shushu's eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, Tian Ling'er was biting her lip and her face was a little pale, and the other disciples also looked like they had been struck by lightning. They had not yet fully recovered from the shock of the sword just now and Lu Xueqi's question, which was extremely out of character for her and almost like she was asking for praise.

There are so many people here!

His face was burning, his ears were red, and his eyes were darting around; he just didn't dare to look at Lu Xueqi.

Lu Xueqi didn't urge him. She just raised her chin slightly and looked at him quietly, the "hurry up" in her eyes becoming more and more obvious.

Jiang Xiaochuan struggled internally for several rounds, but ultimately succumbed to his inner turmoil.

He glanced quickly to the left and right like a thief, then with lightning speed, he leaned in and lightly touched Lu Xueqi's fair neck, a fleeting moment so quick it was almost an illusion.

Then he immediately lowered his head, pretending to study the patterns on the Tianya sword sheath, his ears turning so red they were almost bleeding.

It became quieter around us.

This time, there was deathly silence.

Zeng Shushu's fan fell to the ground with a "thud".

Zhang Xiaofan silently turned his head and looked at the gray sky in the distance.

Song Daren coughed and lowered his head to straighten his not-so-disheveled clothes.

Tian Ling'er abruptly turned her face away, her shoulders trembling almost imperceptibly.

The other Qingyun disciples were either looking up at the sky, looking down at the ground, or studying their own magical treasures, but none of them dared to look this way.

Lu Xueqi, however, seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Jiang Xiaochuan's perfunctory and swift response.

She frowned slightly, looking at Jiang Xiaochuan's bright red earlobes, and said slowly, "I don't feel anything, let's start over."

Jiang Xiaochuan: "..."