This Sword Cultivator Is Too Steady

Above the green peaks.

sword cry si si.

Flying Sword is getting sharper, sword intent is getting more majestic, and its trajectory is like hundreds of starlight lines flying, magnificent.

It's just the powerful power revealed in it, but it is enough to shock everyone.

Lin Chuyi and Lin Fifteen looked up at this scene.

They are still young and don’t know much, so they don’t know the meaning behind Sword Sect’s move.

But their hearts uncontrollably followed.

There are some unspeakable but extremely important things that quietly take root and sprout in their deep in one's heart.

That is the belief that sword cultivator only has.

This is the biggest benefit of joining a bulk.

Maybe some people will choose to join an ordinary little Sect, which rises at the end of the day. This is also a way.

But adding a great Sect, standing on the shoulders of giants, tends to look farther.

Lu Qingshan's figure is suspended in the air, his body is against the cold winter wind, but his heart is hot.

All this in front of him made him deeply understand the spirit of Sword Sect.

At the same time, he also understood, what was the meaning of the inexplicable smile when the old Sect Master Xie Qingyun handed it to him.

Xie Qingyun has already made a decision in her heart.

The sword cultivator repairs both the sword in the hand and the sword in the heart.

Lu Qingshan, as the son of Xie Qingyun who fell in Tianyuan, saw the future and hope of the true Sword Sect in his eyes. When Lu Qingshan wanted to go with the Zong to the west, Xie Qingyun did not stop him.

Because this is what Lu Qingshan's heart sword refers to.

Ning to get in straight, not in song.

The sword cultivator in the hand and the sword in the heart must be fun to press forward

So how can Xie Qingyun not let these old sword cultivators, who are equally full of fighting intents, go with young disciplines?

The reason why he let Lu Qingshan take this trip, more importantly, let Lu Qingshan feel the will of Sword Sect personally.

This is a sect that allows all dísciples to have a sense of belonging, a place with glorious inheritance.

In the last ages, there are some outer sect cultivators from time to time, who want to steal the cultivation technique of Sword Sect and the sword technique of Sword Sect.

Of course, they all failed in the end.

But they don't understand that even if they succeed, they will never be as strong as Sword Sect sword cultivator.

The truly powerful thing of Sword Sect cannot be learned secretly.

Without ten thousand years of inheritance and influence, it is hard to get a little bit of fur!

......

After a while, Flying Sword, which released its tyrannical aura, finally stopped, turned into a streamer and was taken back inside of Dantian by the sword cultivators.

Lu Qingshan also took back his dragon sparrow.

But that fierce sword intent cannot dissipate in a short while.

The spirit that engendered in his chest also persisted for a long time.

At this time.

Above the white sky, suddenly white clouds rolled without warning, and after an unbearable cold wind blew, the white ice crystals like flocculents floated down one after another.

Winter snow.

The snow is dense and small. There is no crazy imposing manner of hiding the sky and covering the earth. It just falls slowly, and it seems a little reserved.

It's snowing.

This year's winter snow came extra late.

The late winter snow flakes.

Lu Qingshan extend the hand.

a piece of crystal, a piece of crystal, the snowflakes spun slowly and slowly fell on his palm.

"Late to come to the sky to snow..." Lu Qingshan gently shakes off the snowflakes that have just fallen from his hands, squinted to the west, and said with emotion: "Can you drink a cup or not?"

The snowflake broke away from his palm, and then fell down.

The rays of light ten thousand zhang’s rays of light ten thousand zhang happened to be shining on this little snowflake, but it was reflected, radiating colorful entanglements, spreading towards all directions.

It is also in an instant.

The spirit in Lu Qingshan's chest suddenly echoed.

A clear comprehension suddenly rose in his heart.

"Winter Snow?"

"Guardian?"

"Four or twos of a thousand catties..."

next moment, in Among his Sea of ​​Consciousness, on top of a magnificent but incomplete original divine symbol, the mysterious symbol representing the word "Ying" shines with golden light.

Dao Pattern iron painted silver hooks, spread out like grass snakes and gray lines, divine light shines and gradually takes shape.

Following, this mysterious symbol broke free from the original divine symbol, and floated like a jade stone.

All kinds of coincidence factors were touched, and finally Lu Qingshan stepped over the threshold of the fourth word of recklessness again, reaching a higher-level.

sou!

Lu Qingshan flew high involuntarily through the air, flew up several zhang in one breath, and then stopped.

Here, the cold is even worse, and the winter snow is more dense.

It's just that there is an invisible air current reverberating all over his body at this moment, so all the winter snow can't get close to him.

Lu Qingshan overlooks the magnificent Sword Sect below, the vast upside-down mountain range.

Hang the mountain range upside down, which is a group of snowy peaks.

There are countless mountains, each with an odd number, either majestic, or spirit cultivator, or majestic, or weird, or steep and dangerous, all of which form a very vivid picture.

These strange peaks are directly inserted into the cloud.

Flying snow all over the sky.

The weather is lively.

It's all over the place.

Lu Qingshan looked at this boundless mountain range, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The scene he had just experienced appeared in his mind.

He is feeling the mottled sword intent that still echoes in the air.

His mind has already entered a strange state.

The spirit that hovered in the chest continued to grow, and went straight to the sky.

Finally, in Lu Qingshan's mind, there is only one crystal snowflake reflecting ten thousand zhang rays of light.

The mysterious symbols in his Sea of ​​Consciousness began to emit a little starlight, like a dream, like a bubble.

Soon.

Lu Qingshan opened his eyes suddenly.

In the dark eyes, there are strange rays of light circulating.

The red rays of light flashed in his hand.

The dragon bird is in hand.

Looking at the snow falling all around all around, Lu Qingshan moved with his sword.

Wow~

In midair, a misty trajectory suddenly appeared.

That is the long sword cut down, the trail left by the sword edge in the void, like a dream, like an illusion, the essence of the sword style is exhausted.

Following the silk thread, the continuous sword qi breeds and spreads.

all around All the snowflakes that move with the wind are surprisingly still at this moment, as if time has frozen, only the majestic sword qi is arbitrarily moving on the sword edge.

Winter snow puffed up again.

But not falling from the sky, but condensing on the Dragon Sparrow Sword front, cluster after cluster, circling constantly.

The clusters of "snowflakes" become more and more brilliant, and the power becomes more terrifying.

"Retreat!" At a certain moment, Lu Qingshan said solemnly.

bang!

Snowflakes bloom on the blade, making an angry bullfight.

one after another The sword glow, like plum blossoms and snowflakes, flew across the void, rolling up a thousand piles of snow.

whiz whiz whiz!

The real snowflakes hit the fake snowflakes, and they bounced off one after another.

The crystal-clear hexagonal snowflakes spread horizontally and continuously rotate.

hua!

In midair, one after another misty silk thread appeared.

That is the light and shadow left by the rapid rotation of snowflakes in the air.

In the sky, there was a dreamy silk thread hiding the sky and covering the earth, one after another, like a fog, the silk thread is endless, and has the power to make the heart tremble.

bang!

In the sky, countless sword qis are born one after another, like a fish like a dragon, and finally form a faintly discernible giant sword lotus before slowly disappearing.

Below, all the Sword Sect sword cultivators who witnessed this sword, their throats were not consciously dry, they opened their mouths, and they stopped talking, feeling extremely shocked in their hearts.

It can be seen that after this sword, the snow all over the sky seemed to have been wiped with a rag, suddenly disappeared.

The void becomes clean.

Along with the snowflakes in the sky, there is also the mysterious symbol in his Sea of ​​Consciousness, which represents the word "Ying", which is like a fireworks, which disperses, annihilates, and vanishes into the sky.

So far, Lu Qingshan has mastered the word "welcome" thoroughly.

"This sword," Lu Qingshan muttered softly, "It's called Dongxueying."

Inheritance of the wild six words, combined with his understanding of the incomparable sword skills, As well as the finishing touch, Lu Qingshan finally realized his Fourth Style secret sword before the West Expedition.

Three months later, a few lines of sparkling small characters flashed on the panel again.

"You comprehend the secret sword technique of creation: Winter Snow Ying."

[Secret Sword·Winter Snow Ying] lv1: The ground is white and the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands. The sword technique of defensive counterattack.

Secret sword effect: Kill thousands of enemies with laughter, long sword invite you to eat.

Explanation: When a sword is cut, the void evokes hundreds of millions of sword qi, which condenses into clusters of winter snow circling the long sword, manifesting itself, welcoming the enemy's thousands of attacks, and returning them all.

Additional explanation: The more attacks this sword greets, the stronger the formidable power and the more mana it consumes.

Additional explanation: This secret sword can only parry spells with tracks.

Additional explanation: The sword master can carry the corresponding sword qi attack in the returned attack.

Currently can save mana: 20%.

Remarks: Defense? Attack is the best defense!

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The dragon bird is in its sheath.

Lu Qingshan's figure slowly descended.

Lin Chuyi and Lin Fifteen stared wide-eyed, only to see Master's clothes fluttering, like an immortal falling from the sky.

The snowflakes in the sky above Qingfeng were completely melted in an instant.

There are many swords in this world that are rarer than Lu Qingshan.

But they are so small, how many swords can they have seen? Have you ever seen such a scene in your life?

The two little disciples were dull on the spot, their brains rumbling.

Their Master is really strong and strong.

On the top of Qingfeng, there is unprecedented excitement, densely packed with hundreds of Sword Sect sword cultivator.

In Sword Sect, everything may be lacking, that is, there is no shortage of experts who use swords. Picking one out at random can make the outside world tremble.

But in such a place, everyone is still moved by Lu Qingshan's sword. The real value of this sword is self-evident.

......

The Demon Race army of the Infernal Territory, in just one day, burned the flames of war across the vast and boundless western edge of the Inner Spirit Territory. .

Under the leadership of Toki Demon Venerable, Demon Race broke through Xiantianling and drove straight forward. At first, there was no strong resistance.

Dragon City was destroyed. The most powerful cultivator in the middle spirit realm brought a part of the Demon Race back together. Although the Demon Race suffered heavy losses, the battle strength was still strong.

On the Human Race side of the Central Spirit Realm, I never expected that the Demon Race army would break through Wannianxiongguan so unexpectedly. Even if the response was already very timely, it still seemed a bit slow.

These demonic cultivators, who invaded the western part of the Central Spirit Realm, acted arbitrarily in the territory of Human Race and did nothing wrong.

The scenery of the human domain is very beautiful, unlike the abyss, shrouded in the blood moon all day long, gloomy and depressing.

But the more beautiful the scenery, the more it can inspire the tyranny of Demon Race deep in one's heart.

So, every city is lit by fire, and black smoke gradually rises, floating above the sky, darker than dark clouds.

Demon Race will occupy the area and there will be no more living person.

Because at the time of the first battle, Demon Race did not have too much thought and energy to spend on managing those Human Races that may mess up at any time.

In this case, it's better to simply kill it, so as not to have many dreams at night and trouble yourself.

This is the most terrifying aspect of the Dao Demon War.

Mangzhou, the closest to Xiantianling in the west, was the first to endure the ravages of the Demon Race army.

Fengsui Mansion, the most fringe of Mangzhou, connected to the perfect city including Fengsui City and more than 100 other small cities. A total of more than 50,000 cultivators and more than 7 million mortals died under the Demon Race butcher knife. .

After that, there was Changqi Mansion, more than two hundred cities, and more than 40,000 cultivators. Nowhere was blood spattered in the sky, no place could not afford gunpowder smoke, and all sacrificed.

Chuanlian Mansion is full of corpses.

But except for a handful of cultivators, most of the Human Race cultivators died before the mortals.

From the perspective of Demon Race, this is just a moment in the morning and a moment in the evening. There is not much difference and meaning. It is completely impossible to understand the fearlessness of the Human Race cultivator.

They don't understand that without this quarter of an hour, anyone who sees the disparity of strength of the Dao Demon will shake their heads, believing that there is no hope in the Middle Spirit Realm.

But precisely because of this quarter-hour sacrifice, Human Race still has hope.

This quarter of an hour is like a blood-colored rose blooming in the ruins.

Vivid and vivid.

The thirteen houses in the western part of Mangzhou, except for the Tiangou Mansion in the most peripheral zone, were all attacked by the Demon Race army.

Tiangou Mansion is temporarily saved from destruction.

It’s not that this mansion has any special place, so Demon Race dare not cross the thunder pool for half a step.

It’s just that Demon Race’s current strategy is, in the shortest time, from the westernmost position of the Central Spirit Realm, forcibly carve out a front that penetrates the east and west of the Central Spirit Realm, and then use points to bring the surface along this front. Radiate all around.

The edge of Tiangou Mansion is designated as a future radiation area by Demon Race, so it is temporarily abandoned.

This is an extremely bold and arrogant strategy.

Because if it were not fully advanced, it would have been unexpected that the Demon Race army was fighting in the front, but the rear might face a surprise attack by the Human Race cultivator in cities at both ends of the front at any time.

But Demon Race still does that.

No it.

Confidence.

They don't believe that, before such a huge disparity in strength, the Human Race cultivator in those small cities did not become terror-stricken at the news. They seized the time to flee, but instead dared to take the initiative to die.

a summer insect cannot discuss ice.

When did Demon Race know Human Race?

Human Race's biggest weapon is the determination to go all out.

…………

Tiangou Mansion prefecture city.

The Demon Race army whistled past "beside them".

The City Lord of Tiangou City, gathers all the Great Xia cultivators in the city, as well as the cultivators from the Great Sect and family forces.

There are more than eight thousand people.

Everyone can see the demonic energy in the sky, as well as the black smoke rising from the burning city, and their hearts are angry and flustered.

City Lord of Tiangou is a six-level cultivator. It is very old. It has been a long and easy life, and it has lost its spirit. It is just a mediocre and error-free City Lord. many years.

The Gutter City Lord, who has given birth to twilight, becomes unprecedented serious, and exudes the only vigor and vitality that has been only for a long time.

Standing on the city wall, he looked around the cultivator that was summoned in a circle, his voice was strong, and his tone was cold: "Cultivators from the four realms and above are out of the queue."

Among more than 8,000 cultivators, only less than 200 cultivators step forward.

In other words, more than eight thousand cultivators, only two hundred Nascent Soul Cultivator.

This is still in the prefecture city with abundant resources.

City Lord of Tiangou looked up, suddenly his expression turned into crimson with excitement, he pointed to a young cultivator angrily roared: "little bastard, what I am calling is a cultivator from the four realms and above, you are a Golden Core cultivator Join in the fun!"

The young cultivator he pointed at the little bastard, also flushed, raised his neck stubbornly, and said loudly: "Father, I'm already Golden Core Perfection, last year In the annual test, Old Lin from Nascent Soul Early Stage tied me. In this case, I have no problem with being a Nascent Soul Cultivator."

Yes, this young cultivator is exactly what The only son of Tiangou City Lord.

"That's just Old Lin's power to suppress himself, only using the Golden Core cultivation base to compete with you, do you really treat yourself as a person?" Tiangou City Lord continued to curse.

The young cultivator is just like when he made mistakes when he was a child. Although he was beaten and screamed, he just refused to admit his mistakes. Then he said, "You don’t let me go now. When you go, I will be myself. Go."

"You!" The City Lord of Gutter raised his hand, making a gesture to slap the young cultivator.

The young cultivator lowered his head and whispered in a low voice: "Father, you are the City Lord of Gutter. It is your responsibility to fight for the people."

" I am your son. I am fighting with you. This is also my responsibility."

"You must do your duty, and I must do your duty."

"You... ..." Gutter City Lord held in midair's hand for a pause, his expression constantly changing.

Finally, the hand was let down weakly.

After a moment of silence, the City Lord of Gutter sighed deeply: "Then go together."

The young cultivator cautiously raised his head and found the City Lord of Gutter. His eyes were red and bloodshot.

City Lord of Tiangou turned around, no longer looking at his son, and said solemnly to the cultivator in the whole city: "Demon Race is so powerful, we are just ants in front of them."

"But Demon Race is burning and slaughtering in my Human Race at the moment. If I want to sit back and watch, I can't sleep and eat."

"This time out of the city to kill demons, it is the old man's own initiative, I After living for most of your life, it doesn’t matter if you have a low life. Most of you shouldn’t live enough, or don’t, I won’t blame you, after all creatures with no power still unable to live without a purpose."

"I also tell you bluntly, once everyone is out of the city, this fate will be confessed."

"Those who are willing to leave the city, go with me, and those who are unwilling, stay!" Tian Ditch City Lord loudly roared, his figure jumped and left the city wall.

His son, that young cultivator follow closely from behind.

Following, a total of 187 great cultivators came out of the city, and none of them remained.

On this day, two hundred cultivators in Tiangou City took the initiative to go out of the city to seek death.

Cultivation base However, Golden Core’s young cultivator was the first to die, but he replaced a Grade 4 demonic cultivator with his own life.

The City Lord of Tiangou was finally killed in battle.

Before he died, he missed two Grade 6 Demon Race.

"I'm still old. If I was young, I would at least kill one more demon spawn." This is the last single thought before the death of the City Lord.